Chapter 31: With Laila Again (and Again)

When I realized the potential of Laila’s channel, I thought about diving into online porn. But my current gig—serving up high-class escort services to rich models, actresses, influencers, and trophy wives—was bringing in phenomenal cash while providing me with a crazy amount of pleasure. Plus, I was creating a thousand offspring a year, all raised in luxury.

A staggering number of kids! Who wouldn’t want to spread their genes? I was thrilled to have stumbled upon what I called the “horny web,” a thin thread of neurons in a woman’s brain, and discovered a way to activate it, mimicking (and supercharging) the hormones released during ovulation.

To me, it didn’t count as drugging my victims; it was more like flipping a switch on a primal function of their bodies, similar to hormone therapy after menopause. Women are biologically wired to reproduce, to dive into passionate, mind-blowing sex when they’re ovulating—casting aside usual inhibitions and social norms, losing themselves in pure ecstasy. If anyone was getting wronged, it wasn’t the women I was with, but their clueless partners, blissfully raising my offspring. But honestly, wasn’t it up to the women to fix their relationships? You can’t pin their faults on me.

I was more than happy with my lifestyle as a man. Being a hot young chick had its perks, especially the chance to experience an endless stream of explosive orgasms during sex, while men were stuck with only a handful per night. But when it came to spreading genes, women were definitely at a disadvantage, never able to match the staggering number of kids a virile guy like me could produce. Just think about it—a single ejaculation had enough sperm to fertilize every living female on the planet!

This ability to impregnate my clients—that was a perk female escorts didn’t have. Their service was just that, a service—often not even pleasurable for themselves. Meanwhile, I was banging some of the most desirable women on earth, knocking them up, and letting them pay for the privilege. What could possibly be better than that?

Of course, online porn was also a tempting business. If Laila reached out again, I’d make sure Angela set up a revenue-sharing deal. For now, I’d stick with my usual routine: fucking my three main partners (my unsuspecting wife and the love triangle with Kim and Francesca) regularly—along with a couple of paying clients each week.

Sure, I still needed to sort things out with our young nanny, Nina; that was nagging at the back of my mind. But otherwise, life couldn’t get any better.

My good intentions about the revenue-sharing plan went out the window when I got a text late Thursday night: “Same place, same time, Friday.” Then, “Don’t keep me waiting!” came through soon after. It was from Laila, and I could feel my heart race just reading it. This invitation felt electric, promising an encounter even hotter than our last, especially after that surprise video from the streaming site.

I was practically buzzing with anticipation, and revenue sharing could wait. I had to admit, part of the allure of this invitation was that it provided the perfect excuse to skip out on returning home to Susan for the weekend, buying me a little more time to figure out how to handle our young nanny, Nina.

So, Friday afternoon, I found myself standing at her penthouse door, the city sprawling below me like a playground of desire, my mind racing with fantasies of what awaited me.

I knocked once, and her sultry voice floated through the door, “It’s open.”

As I stepped inside, I was greeted by the sight of her lounging on the massive white sofa, legs crossed, clad in the skimpiest black lingerie I’d ever laid eyes on. The sheer fabric barely concealed her perky nipples, her huge tits spilling out on either side, while the lace thong left nothing to the imagination. Her skin glowed in the amber light of the setting sun, her long legs stretching out like an invitation, and that perfect doll-like face broke into a seductive smile when she spotted me - a smile that could melt the coldest of hearts. Her irresistible beauty captured my gaze like a magnet, letting me ignore even the breathtaking view of London’s skyline set ablaze by the sunset offered by those large ceiling-to-floor windows of her luxurious penthouse suite.

In my peripheral vision, I caught sight of two video cameras pointed directly at the sofa, their red blinking lights pulsing ominously, indicating she was filming everything. For a fleeting moment, a wave of uncertainty washed over me, but then my gaze snapped back to her hardly covered tits. Everything about the videos could wait - right now, all that mattered was the woman before me.

“Miss me?” she teased, her voice a sultry whisper that sent a shiver down my spine. I couldn’t help but smirk; she already knew the answer.

I closed the distance between us, my eyes hungrily drinking in her body. Every inch of her was a feast for the senses, her curves more tantalizing than I remembered. I sank onto the couch beside her, my hands immediately sliding up her thighs, relishing the silky softness beneath my fingertips.

“You’ve been busy,” I murmured, leaning in, my lips brushing tantalizingly close to her ear. “That video was ... unforgettable.”

She let out a sultry laugh, pushing her tits together with her arms, making them look even fuller. “Glad you enjoyed it. The fans certainly did.”

The tension between us was thick and electric as my hands roamed over her body. Laila wasted no time; she reached for the zipper on my jeans, tugging it down with eager hands. In a heartbeat, she had my cock out, stroking it slowly while biting her lower lip, her gaze locked onto mine with a smoldering intensity.

“You have no idea how much I’ve craved this,” she purred, her voice dripping with lust. “I couldn’t wait to feel you inside me again.”

She cast a quick glance to the table next to the sofa, where an action camera lay, its red light blinking, indicating it was capturing every moment. I followed her gaze and understood her silent demand. Unable to resist her allure, I grabbed the straps of the camera, sliding it over my head and positioning it to film everything from a first-person view.

As I shifted my attention back to her, my gaze hungrily zeroed in on her barely concealed cleavage, fully aware that the camera was tracking my every move, adding an exhilarating thrill to my stare. Then I shifted further down, staring at my own shaft, pointing up at me, her delicate, perfectly manicured hand hardly able to fully wrap around it. A shiver of excitement coursed through me at the thought of the viewers of this video marveling at the sight of my thick shaft, with its rough texture created by those prominent arteries at its surface.

I pulled her onto my lap, her barely-there panties brushing teasingly against my shaft, igniting a fire within me. A soft moan escaped her lips as her hips ground against me, my hands exploring her every curve - cupping her perfect tits, teasing her hardening nipples, sliding down to her ass, pulling her in closer.

I didn’t waste any time either. I shoved the tiny thong aside, my fingers finding her slick folds, already dripping with desire. “You’re so ready for this, aren’t you?” I growled, pushing my cock against her entrance, feeling her body shiver with anticipation as I teased her.

“God, yes,” she moaned, her breath catching as I slowly pushed into her. Inch by inch, I filled her, and her body responded immediately - tight, warm, and inviting. The familiar grip of her pussy clenched around me, making my head spin. She started riding me, moving slowly at first, savoring the feeling of me stretching her open.

I gripped her hips, guiding her movements, watching her tits bounce with every thrust. Her eyes fluttered shut as she lost herself in the rhythm, her lips parted as soft moans escaped her throat. She felt even tighter than before, each stroke driving me deeper into her, and the sensation was pure heaven.

Suddenly, she leaned in, whispering in my ear, “Let’s take it to the bedroom.”

I lifted her effortlessly, still buried inside her, and carried her down the hallway, her arms wrapped around my neck. By the time we reached the bedroom, her body trembled with desperate need. I laid her down on the bed, spreading her legs wide, her glistening cunt on full display. Her eyes locked onto mine as I climbed on top of her, my cock still rock-hard and ready to go.

I drove into her again, deeper this time, setting a faster, more urgent pace. She moaned loudly, her back arching off the bed, her nails digging into my shoulders as I fucked her. “Harder,” she begged, her voice breathless and dripping with lust. “Give me everything.”

I complied, slamming into her with every ounce of strength I had. The sound of our bodies colliding filled the room, her juices coating my cock as I thrust into her relentlessly. She was soaking wet, her cunt clenching around me like a vice, and the heat between us was insane. Her moans grew louder, her breath ragged as she teetered on the edge of yet another climax.

I grabbed her legs, pushing them up over my shoulders, slipping into that familiar scissor configuration that had driven her wild the last time. From this angle, I could watch everything - her ample tits jiggling with every thrust, the way her slick cunt stretched around my cock, the look of pure ecstasy on her face as she lost control.

“Oh, fuck!” she cried out, her entire body convulsing as she came hard, her dripping cunt spasming around my cock, milking me for everything I was worth.

But I wasn’t done yet.

I kept going, relentless, driving her deeper into the mattress, her legs trembling as I gave her everything she asked for. She was practically delirious, her eyes rolling back in her head, babbling incoherently as I relentlessly pushed her from one orgasm to another.

After what felt like an eternity of fucking her senseless, I felt the pressure building inside me. My balls tightened, my cock throbbed, and I knew I was close. “Get ready,” I hissed, my voice rough as I pounded into her one last time.

With a final, deep thrust, I buried myself deep inside her, my cock twitching as I unleashed a torrent of thick cum deep into her womb. She screamed out in pleasure, her body writhing beneath me as her final orgasm ripped through her.

For a long moment, neither of us moved. I stayed buried inside her, panting, both of us drenched in sweat, her pussy still clenching around me as the last waves of pleasure subsided. I finally pulled out, my cock slick with both of our juices, and collapsed next to her on the bed.

Laila’s chest rose and fell rapidly, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasms. A mischievous grin appeared on her face, making me wish that I could read her mind. Was she reflecting about the experience we just shared? Little did I know then that my wish to get into her head would be answered just a few days later.

Eventually, she turned to me, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. “You never disappoint, do you?”

I smirked, pulling her close. “Neither do you.”

A little later, I left – satisfied and whistling in the cold air. I walked all the way to my apartment to clear my head, enjoying the afterglow of the dopamine and endorphin released at my release.

A few days later, Laila sent me the movie from our encounter. I clicked on it, and as the screen flickered to life, I found myself captivated. The scene opened with her sitting on the couch, fingering herself, her sultry voice weaving through the visuals as she commented on the scenes from her perspective. The way she shared her thoughts allowed me to get lost in her world, her perspective completely taking over.

I was drawn into her reality, where she began to describe the feelings coursing through her...

Uh, I feel so hot thinking of Tom. He gave me such a good time last week. Uhh, I am so wet for him. Ahhh - I want him in me. My fingers just don’t do it. Let me call him - or better yet, text him. “Same place, same time, Friday” - uh, that should do it. He will remember my assets, right?