Chapter 33: Sending Jack to Laila

As I filed away Laila’s video featuring the well-endowed, black athlete, I stumbled upon some old footage of that infamous orgy we had in the dorm - the wild night with Sofie, Clara, and Ayleen. What a night that had been! All those gorgeous babes in our dorm had been transformed into sex-hungry beasts, fueled by a little tx34 mixed into the fog machine.

I had fucked Sofie so hard the walls shook with her moans, while her boyfriend Jake lay passed out in the corner, clueless to the wild scene unfolding. Just barely eighteen, she had been one of the youngest guests at our dorm’s graduation party, still in high school. Her fiery red hair whipped around her shoulders as I pounded her, those perky, cone-shaped tits bouncing in perfect rhythm. I could still hear her gasping, begging for more, completely lost in the ecstasy, while her boyfriend Jake snored on, none the wiser.

I saw on the video how her eyes sparkled with mischief as she reveled in the thrill of being so exposed, banged by a stranger in front of her drunk boyfriend - a shameless young minx who craved the excitement of cheating on Jake. I’d playfully punished her by inciting Ayleen to suck off the wasted Jake while we fucked, but in her tx34-fueled state of arousal, even that double betrayal only intensified her desire to be pounded harder.

She really stood out from my other partners that night, though, because I ended up taking her again the next morning, no tx34 required, while distracting Jake by getting his limp dick sucked by Ayleen upstairs. I’d never liked Jake, so knocking up his barely-legal chick felt like the perfect goodbye gift to that self-centered braggart, a fitting way to put him in his place.

I could still picture Ayleen returning later with a glass of latte, grinning like a Cheshire cat, Jake’s sperm used as cream. She handed it to Sofie, who drank half of it before her eyes widened in horror, realizing what it was. That moment? Pure comedy gold. Just one of those unforgettable college life highlights that still made me laugh years later.

A spark ignited in my mind - a brilliant idea that felt almost too good to be true. I could give Jake another night to remember, a twisted little “thank you” for being such a perfect cuckold dad to my twins. All I had to do was set up another date with Laila and send Jake in my place. Being the arrogant, brain-dead moron he was, he’d walk right into it, like a fly caught in a spider’s web, completely clueless.

Laila would have Jake groveling at her feet in no time. She had a way with arrogant pricks like him, turning their inflated egos and pathetic belief in their own sexual prowess into a glaring weakness. She’d dangle her sexy melons right in front of him, making sure his eyes never left those perfect tits. He’d be mesmerized, thinking he was some big-shot stud, while she played him like a puppet.

I could already picture it: Jake, strutting around like he’s God’s gift to women, too cocky and clueless to realize that a bombshell like Laila doesn’t just throw herself at any limp-dick loser unless there’s a catch. He’d be ready to risk everything for a taste of her, and I’d make sure he fell hard.

And later, I’d be watching the video of their steamy encounter on her private channel, soaking in every moment of their hardcore action like it was my own private show. Laila would drain him dry, leaving him so empty he wouldn’t have a drop left for days.

But the best part? While Jake was busy losing himself in the arms of my pornstar friend, I could sneak off to give his wife, my hot little Sofie, another visit. Those hard cones of her tits and her grape-sized clit, so sensitive it drove her wild on the slightest touch - I was practically drooling just thinking about getting my hands on them. The thrill sent a shiver down my spine. It was the perfect plan - utterly tantalizing and deliciously wicked.

Laila would bag another video to sell, and I’d be there to ensure Sofie ended up with another set of twins in her belly. Meanwhile, Jake would be blissfully unaware, lost in his delusion that he had given “his” kids siblings. Sofie would have a wild time to remember. Even our two kids would be thrilled to have siblings. Everyone would be happy. The night would unfold like a perfectly twisted script, and I couldn’t wait to see how it all played out.

With the thrill of my plan coursing through me, I quickly grabbed my phone and fired off a text to Laila, asking for a repeat. A moment later, my phone buzzed with her reply: “Tomorrow. Usual time. Can’t wait!”

Next, I turned my attention to Jake. I crafted a casual invite, keeping it enticing yet discreet. “Hey man, throwing a steamy party four some old friends tomorrow night. Just us guys.”

His response came quickly, the mix of curiosity and eagerness practically spilling through his text. “Sounds fun! Count me in. What’s the plan?”

Satisfaction surged through me as I replied, “The kind of fun that’ll make Sofie kill u. Get xcuse. Delete this msg.” I quickly added the address and told him to go straight to the penthouse, the door would be open.

I could picture Jake reading the message, his pulse quickening, maybe even getting hard at the thrill of it. The promise of something so forbidden, dangerous enough to enrage his wife Sofie, was too tempting for a self-centered asshole like him to resist. Completely clueless about the plan I had in store for his wife, he was already walking straight into my trap.

Anticipation thrummed in my veins as I put the final touches on my plan. With Laila primed to unleash her seductive prowess and Jake blissfully unaware of the trap he was walking into, everything was falling perfectly into place. I could hardly contain my excitement for the show that was about to unfold.

That next evening, Jake swaggered into Laila’s penthouse, a clueless grin plastered on his face. His initial confusion about the absence of a party evaporated the moment he spotted Laila, sprawled on her plush sofa in nothing but sexy lingerie - a mouthwatering sight that was like bait for a starving animal. The trap was set; he was the fly caught in her seductive web. Her sultry gaze snagged him, pulling him closer like a moth to a flame.

Laila had been expecting me, not this clueless jerk, but she wore her surprise like a crown, a wicked smirk playing on her lips, as if to say, “Nice move, Tom! Challenge accepted. This unsuspecting idiot won’t know what hit him.”

Jake glanced around, clearly impressed, and a bit too awestruck. “Wow, this place is amazing,” he said, taking a bold step forward. “You’ve got incredible taste. I’m Jake!”

His eyes roamed hungrily over Laila’s voluptuous figure, zeroing in on her huge melons, impossibly large and deliciously firm, practically begging to be groped.

While still staring down her cleavage, he said in a husky voice, “I can see why Tom wouldn’t want Sofie to find out about this party. My wife would kill me if she knew I was with a sex bomb like you, but damn, I’d love to get my hands on those...”

Laila smirked, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she caught Jake’s gaze glued to her seductive cleavage. She thrust her melons out even more, relishing the effect it had on him. The air was cracking with electric tension as she got up, taking a step closer, their bodies almost brushing against one another.

Just as her tits seemed on the verge of touching him, she playfully pulled away, strutting toward the kitchen.

“Nice to meet you, Jake! I’m Laila. Let’s see just where those hands could go. First, I’ll grab us a drink. What do you want?” she called over her shoulder, her voice dripping with playful seduction.

“Make it something strong,” Jake replied, his eyes darkening with lust as he watched her firm bubble butt flex with each step, his mouth hanging open. Laila felt his hungry gaze on her tight ass, barely covered by a sheer thong. The heat of his stare ignited a rush of excitement within her.

In the kitchen, Laila poured two glasses of whiskey, the amber liquid swirling enticingly, mirroring the tension building between them. With a confident smile, she returned to him, the glasses clinking together as she said, “Cheers.”

They both took a sip, the warmth spreading through their bodies, intensifying the crackling tension between them. Laila set her glass down slowly, her wicked smile never fading, eyes locked on Jake’s like a predator sizing up her prey. She knew he wouldn’t be able to hold her gaze for long as her hands glided down her torso, roaming over her large assets. Men were so weak, so predictable.

Sure enough, his gaze faltered, dipping from her face to linger on the deep curve of her cleavage, the sheer fabric of her lingerie barely concealing her tits. Laila’s fingers slipped beneath the lace of her bra, teasing him further with slow, deliberate movements, almost hypnotic.

“You like what you see?” she hushed seductively, her voice a sultry whisper that wrapped around his senses. With a slow, calculated reveal, she lifted the fabric just enough to expose one hard nipple.

Jake inhaled sharply, his desire flickering in his eyes as they darkened with raw need. He was hooked.

“You’re not the shy type, are you?” Jake’s voice dropped, the desire in his tone clear, his gaze devouring the sight before him.

Laila tilted her head, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. “Do I look like someone who plays coy?”

Jake chuckled, but there was nothing light in the sound - just pure, unfiltered hunger. His eyes flicked between her lips and the hard nipple she’d revealed, helplessly drawn to her bold display. “Not at all. I like that.”

She closed the distance, letting her fingers trail along the curve of her breast, then sliding them back to her side, giving him just enough of a show. Her voice dipped, laden with challenge.

“So ... what happens now?”

Jake didn’t hesitate, her teasing more than enough encouragement. He knew instinctively what was expected from a man when a women behaved like that. Women tease, men act.

His hands gripped her waist with purpose, pulling her body flush against his. Their lips crashed together, soft and exploring at first, but soon the kiss deepened, their mutual hunger igniting into something fierce.

Laila melted into him, boobs pressed hard against his chest, arms winding around his neck. Jake’s hands were all over her back, then they slid lower, fingers brushing over the bare skin of her firm ass above her thong, the fire between them burning hotter by the second.

As they kissed, Laila felt the hardness of his erection pushing against her belly, sending delicious shivers through her. She knew just how much he desired her, how ready he was for more than just a kiss. Men were so easy to read. His hunger ignited the familiar rush of heat in her core, making her pussy grow slick with arousal.

Breaking the kiss, Jake rested his forehead against hers, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “Damn, you’re intoxicating,” he murmured, his voice husky with need.

Laila grinned, her heart racing. “You have no idea.”

With a sudden burst of confidence, she grabbed his hand and led him down the hall to her bedroom. The soft glow of the lamps created an inviting atmosphere, the bed draped in plush pillows and soft blankets.

As they entered the room, Laila turned to face him, their bodies just inches apart. “I like men who take me hard,” she admitted, her voice a sultry whisper as if sharing a dark secret.

“I can do that,” Jake replied, his eyes sparkling with lust.

A satisfied grin flashed across Laila’s face at his words, realizing he was too deep in his lust now to stop. She stepped back, her gaze locked onto his, feeling the thrill of anticipation hanging in the air. “Then let’s not waste any more time.”

With that, she slid her bra off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor, leaving her standing in nothing but her lacy black thong. Jake’s eyes widened, his breath catching as he took in her stunning figure. She was like a beauty filter manifestation, perfection personified.

“Damn,” he breathed, his gaze roaming over her like a predator sizing up his prey. “You look too perfect to be real.”

Laila smirked, a wicked glint in her eyes. “Glad you’re loving my tits, but there’s no ‘look, don’t touch’ rule in here.”

Jake didn’t hesitate. His hands claimed her jugs, kneading them with firm, deliberate strokes, his fingers teasing over her soft, flawless skin. Each touch sent a shiver of heat rippling through her, her body arching instinctively into him.

“Trust me,” he growled, his voice rough with need, “I’m going to explore every inch of you, inside and out.”

Their mouths collided in a heated frenzy, tongues battling for dominance, their breath coming fast and ragged. Piece by piece, their clothes hit the floor, leaving nothing between their bodies but the burning hunger that drove them closer.

Jake pulled back just enough to catch his breath, his eyes blazing as they roamed her naked body. His hands moved with purpose, gripping her waist and drawing her flush against him. Laila felt a thrill course through her as his rough palms slid up her sides, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

His head dipped lower, his lips skimming her neck, sending shivers racing down her spine. He paused, his hot breath brushing over her skin, making her anticipation almost unbearable. Then, his mouth claimed her tits, his tongue teasing the sensitive valley between them before finally wrapping around her nipple. A sharp gasp escaped her as he sucked gently, his teeth grazing just enough to make her arch against him, her body begging for more.

Jake worked his tongue around her perfect nipple, savoring the little bumps of her areola, eliciting a series of soft moans from Laila. The sensation was electric, and she could feel herself tightening with each flick of his tongue. He switched to the other tit, his hands kneading her soft bit firm jugs, making her squirm with delight.

“Jake,” she breathed, her voice trembling with need, her body quivering at his every touch. Each kiss and lick seemed to ignite a fire within her, building a tension that made her heart race. She could feel the warmth pooling low in her belly, the intensity growing with every moment.

As Jake moved lower, his lips leaving a trail of hot, tantalizing kisses down her stomach, Laila’s breath hitched and anticipation coiled tightly in her core. When his mouth reached her clit, a perfectly round, pea-sized nub flushed a delicate pink, a sharp jolt of pleasure shot through her body, igniting every nerve. His tongue moved with purpose, flicking and swirling around the sensitive nub, each deliberate motion coaxing soft, breathless whimpers from her lips as she arched closer to him.

“Uiiih yes! Keep going,” she gasped, her voice a desperate whisper, trembling with hunger for more.

He eagerly obliged, burying his face in her dripping cunt, his tongue darting out to taste every inch of her needy flesh. Her pussy was soft and tight, its pink, swollen lips parting as he devoured her. He sucked and licked her clit with a relentless, mouthwatering intensity, the wet sounds of his efforts mingling with her ragged breaths.

As his tongue worked her clit, Jake slid a finger deep into her cunt, her slick walls squeezing him immediately. He pressed his fingertip upward, rubbing against a sensitive ridge inside her that made her cry out, her hips bucking in response. Her body moved instinctively, arching toward him, her nails scraping his scalp as she tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer, urging him to take her even harder.

The tension in her body built rapidly, a coil tightening with every flick of his tongue and every deliberate thrust of his finger. Each wave of pleasure came faster, her moans growing louder and more desperate as she teetered on the edge, ready to explode.

“Holy shit, I’m coming!” she cried out, her body thrumming with sensation as it became too much to bear.

“Don’t you dare stop until I scream!” Laila begged, her voice squeaking in desperation, but even as she spoke, her body quivered, tightening around him, signaling her imminent release.

Jake felt her tightening around his finger, her cunt quivering, pulsating with the force of her impending climax. He doubled his efforts, devouring her with insatiable hunger, thrusting his finger in rhythm with his tongue, driving her closer and closer.

When she finally shattered, it was like an explosion; powerful tremors rolled through her body like a tidal wave, and she cried out, “Oh my God, yes, yes!” Her moans filled the air, a symphony of pleasure that washed over her, drowning her in ecstasy.

As Jake drove her from wave to wave, she pleaded, “Please, enough, I can’t take it!” The bliss overwhelmed her senses, making her feel as if she were floating.

But Jake only intensified his ministrations, the hunger in his eyes unwavering as he continued his relentless assault on her clit.

Her body spasmed uncontrollably, surrendering completely as waves of pleasure overtook her. Only when he sensed her teetering on the edge of losing consciousness did he relent, lifting his mouth from her throbbing clit. The air in the room seemed to crackle with electricity, her body trembling with aftershocks as her mind swirled in a haze of bliss.

As the waves of her orgasm receded, Laila lay back against the soft sheets, breathless and glowing with satisfaction. Jake watched her, a slow smile creeping across his face as he admired her beautiful curves, bursting with female vitality. What a contrast between her untouchable look of a doll, distant and perfect like a model in a magazine, and her wild, ecstatic orgasm - more intense than the steamiest sex scenes in adult films. The way her chest rose and fell, her skin flushed and glistening with a sheen of sweat, stirred a primal mating instinct within him.

He leaned in closer, brushing a strand of hair away from her face.

“You’re absolutely stunning,” he murmured, his voice low and intimate.

Laila’s lips curved into a playful smile, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“You think I’m stunning? You haven’t felt my fire yet,” she teased, her confidence soaring as she propped herself up on her elbows.

Jake felt his desire reigniting as she shifted, her body still tingling from the aftermath of pleasure. The way her jugs wiggled below her body as she propped herself up on her elbows was mesmerizing.

She glanced down at him, her gaze hungry, and he could feel the heat radiating off her. Her eyes, glinting with feral intensity, didn’t match her porcelain doll appearance; instead, they burned with the fierce fire of a lioness closing in on her prey.

“Now it’s your turn,” she said, a sultry edge to her voice. “Let me show you just how much I enjoyed that.”

Without waiting for a response, Laila shifted herself lower, positioning herself between his legs. She looked up at him, her eyes locking onto his, filled with a mixture of mischief and passion. Slowly, she licked her lips, savoring the anticipation. Then, with deliberate slowness, she wrapped her hand around his shaft, feeling him throb against her palm.

“Let’s see what you’ve got,” she whispered, before lowering her mouth to him.

Jake groaned, the sensation ripping through him as she buried his cock deep in her throat, her warm, wet mouth engulfing him completely with a slick, desperate pressure. Laila moved with purpose, her tongue gliding along the thick underside of his shaft as she swallowed him down, the obscene sounds of her gagging and slurping echoing in the air, driving him to the edge. He glanced down, transfixed by the sight of her lips stretched tight around his base, her throat visibly contracting as she deep-throated him. The raw, pornographic intensity of it clashed with her angelic appearance, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders like a silky curtain, her doll-like eyes framed by perfectly manicured lashes, wide and watering as she devoured him.

“Don’t stop, you cock-hungry bitch!” he snarled, gripping her tighter, clearly losing his restrains. “You’re gonna choke on me until you can’t breathe, you slut!”

Laila smiled around him, her eyes sparkling with delight at his raw response. She began to pick up the pace, her head bobbing, gagging and choking around his shaft, each movement sending electric jolts through his body. He could feel the tension building within him, a mix of pleasure and need surging to the surface.

“God, you’re such a filthy little cocksleeve,” he growled, his hands fisting her hair, yanking her down onto him with rough, unrelenting force, using her mouth like a fleshlight. Each savage thrust into her throat drove him closer to the edge, his cock bulging against her wet tongue, making her gag as he buried himself deeper, taking her like she was made for this pleasure.

Just as the pressure mounted to an unbearable peak, Laila pulled back, her lips swollen and glistening, a wicked grin lighting up her face. “You ready for more, or should I keep teasing you?” she purred, her voice dripping with mockery as she licked the taste of him from her lips, her hand lazily stroking his shaft just enough to drive him insane.

Jake let out a guttural groan, his cock twitching violently in her grasp, so close it almost hurt. “Fuck, stop playing games,” he snarled, desperation lacing his voice. “Get your dripping cunt on me and ride me like the filthy slut you are.”

With a predatory smirk, Laila swung her leg over him, her body exuding raw sex appeal as she straddled his hips. Her slick pussy hovered just above his cock, glistening in the low light, her folds brushing against his swollen tip but denying him the release he was dying for.