0 comments/ 33920 views/ 5 favorites Breaking Layla By: erinluvsjay04 "Give me two more reps and we'll be done," I grunted to Layla. "Come on, you can do this!" I watched as she pushed the weights above her head, her enormous breasts protruding out. Her long brunette hair was pulled into a perfect ponytail as her soft skin glistened in the lights. She had a drop of sweat rolling down her left cheek. It made me thirsty. We had been working out together for months, each of us with our own goals to reach. I had been attracted to her from the very first time we met, maybe even from the very first time we spoke. Standing just over 6 feet tall, Layla was a goddess, thick in all the right places with breasts that just wouldn't quit. Just looking at her brought me to my knees. She stood much taller than me but that was a turn on. I had always wanted to climb Mount Layla. "Let's hit the showers!" I cheered as she completed her last set of reps. Layla stood up from the machine, tilted her head from side to side, tugged on her tight black workout pants, and pulled her top down just enough that I could see the top of her breasts heaving up and down, drops of dew trickling between them. I walked behind her as we made our way to the ladies locker room, watching her ass sway from side to side. As she neared the door, I swung my towel against her ass, giving it a nice whip. "What the hell?" I heard her whimper in front of me, reaching behind to rub the spot I just slapped. I stood there and laughed, head pointed towards the sky, trying desperately not to hit the floor. "I'm sorry," I chuckled, "but your ass just screamed 'spank me please!'". Layla headed towards her locker in the back corner of the room. She put her towel down on the bench and reached for her lock. I opened my box, grabbed my showering accessories and started towards the showers. I looked over my shoulder to see Layla following close behind, wearing nothing but her towel. Her height made the towel look like a mini dress, barely covering her pussy. I bit my bottom lip as I hung my towel on the hook by my shower then reached in to start the water but quickly turned it off. "What are you doing?" she asked. I gave no answer, just smiled. She shook her head, removed her towel, and hung it up neatly. As she diverted her attention to adjusting her own water, I walked behind her, pressed my body into hers and reached around to grope her tits. Layla gasped in shock and tried to turn around. With one hand firmly squeezing her breast, my free hand pressed her body against the wall. Using one of my legs, I swept hers apart as if to conduct my own cavity search. "What the hell are you doing?" she questioned. "We are in public." My hand moved from her back and I ran it up the inside of her thigh, very slowly making its way towards her pussy. I inched closer and closer, then ran it up the opposite thigh, again so slowly that I could feel her legs start to tremble a little. Using the pointer finger and thumb, I grabbed a hold of her nipple and pinched it hard then moved me hand over to the other breast and repeated the pinching on her already erect nipple. I licked my middle finger and slid it between her slit heading towards her clit. I could feel Layla's clit throbbing harder and harder as I continued to work my other hand back and forth over her breasts, squeezing them harder and harder. Her juices covered my fingers and it was only fair that she got the first taste. I spun her around, facing me, and reached up for her shoulder, forcing her down to the ground. I grabbed a hold of her face, brought her lips towards mine, and pressed them together. Her mouth parted just slightly and soon our tongues were wrestling for position. I pulled back and squeezed her beautiful mouth open enough to slide my pussy covered finger into her mouth. She licked and sucked the juice off my finger then looked up and me and smiled. I reached my hand down and helped her up off the floor. With my other hand, I pulled the shower curtain back and nodded my head towards the flowing water. She shook her head side to side. My eyes widened. Was she really telling me no? "Get in the damn shower," I commanded her. "I, I can't," she replied. Instantly, my hand reached back and swatted forward, striking her firmly on the ass. I reached it up again and swung harder. "Are you going to make me tell you again? You really don't want me to have to tell you again. Now get in the shower!" Like a good girl she entered the shower and stood under the water. I stepped in behind her and watched as the water cascaded over her body. My hands reached up pushed her hair out of her face. She leaned forward and our lips touched once more. They moved slowly and passionately one over the other, my teeth gently tugging on her bottom lip. My hand reached back up and grabbed a handful of hair and yanked it back. My lips wandered over to her ear where I whispered, "You are such a slut," as I pushed her to her knees. Layla's body leaned back towards the wall as I carefully straddled her chest, my shaved pussy right in her face. I looked down at her sternly, waiting for her to take her first taste. Her hands cupped my ass and pulled my body closer towards her and I shivered as I felt the tip of her tongue lightly stroke the outside of my mound. All I could do was gasp. For months I had waited for the right moment to take advantage and there we were, wet and ready. One hand parted my lips and before I knew it, her long tongue was flicking my rock hard clit. She circled it faster, then slower, faster, then slower, over and over again. I moaned in delight as it plunged deep into the dark hole, my juices dripping on her tongue, lips, and down her chin. She pressed her gorgeous face hard against my crotch as her teeth bit down on my pulsating clit. The pain sent shivers up and down my spine. I reached down, grabbed her hair and pulled her face back. I fell to my knees, our bodies jumbled in the tight confines of the shower. My lips kissed down her neck, over her left breast, finding her nipple to place between my teeth. They nibbled softly at first, biting a little harder, and then letting up before kissing over to her other breasts to do the same. My hands massaged her HH tits as my face shoved between them. "Stand up," I moaned and as Layla started to stand, I grabbed a hold of both nipples and yanked on them. She uttered a sound that I couldn't even begin to describe as she made her way to her feet. My fingers gave a long hold on each nipple before finally letting go of them. I looked up to see her smiling...she LIKED it! She stood above me, one leg over each of my shoulders. Taking two fingers, I pushed them deep into her cunt, my thumb rubbing on her clit. My middle finger worked hard to find her g spot, but once found, it tapped hard against it. I watched as he knees wobbled, her chest moved rapidly up and down, up and down, again and again. I pulled my thumb off her clit and quickly used the tip of my tongue to trace an upper case A followed by a lower case a, then an upper case B, lower case b, my fingers still plummeting in and out of her soaking wet pussy. I pulled my fingers out for a brief moment to reach for the bottle of conditioner sitting in the corner and applied a squirt to my middle finger. I tossed the bottle back on the ground and slid my two fingers back inside, again finding her g spot, tongue still tracing the alphabet on throbbing clit. Before I could hear any objections, my well conditioned finger slid its way into her super tight, pink little asshole. Layla screamed out, "Oh God!" as her holes was plunked and her clit teased and sucked. I watched in astonishment as her hips had begun to gyrate up and down, left to right, front to back. My little whore liked her holes filled. My tongue slide back off her clit and delved inside her, freeing up one of my hands to reach up and squeeze those nipples again. I flicked each one before pulling hard on them, finger slightly stretching her ass, cunt full of tongue. Her hips worked my face like a bull and I watched as her head flipped all the way back, teeth gnawing into her lip, ready to get her ultimate release. Sliding my two fingers back inside her, I pulled my face back. "That's it you fucking little slut!" I bellowed, "Cum for me!" Her hands reached out to the walls steadying herself as her legs buckled. I stared at Layla as she opened her mouth and let out a roar that could have woke the dead! She slid down until her ass hit the floor which was my cue to pull out. Her whole body just trembled as she sat there. I kneeled, smiling at my work for a few moments, and turned off the water before getting up. I reached for the curtain and pulled it back. I grabbed my towel of the hook and patted myself dry then lifted hers off the hook and tossed it to her. I smiled as she shook, her hands trembling as she dried herself off. She sat on the bench between the groups of showers trying to catch her breath. I quickly turned to her, leaned over to her ear and whispered, "this is just the beginning...." Breaking Layla Ch. 02 ...And just the beginning it was. As the months moved forward, Layla and I had been spending a lot more time together. Living around the corner from each other made it much easier to slip away. We worked out a few times a week, went shopping together, saw movies and enjoyed dinners. Both of us had wanted another intense encounter but working it around certain schedules made it hard. It had happened by chance that a weekend presented itself and I was able to have Layla spend it with me. At 5:30 on a Friday, my doorbell rang and my heart started to race. I knew that it was Layla coming to spend an entire weekend in my lair. I buzzed her in and opened the door to see my favorite brick shithouse was standing there sporting 4 inch fuck me pumps, a short black dress with the zipper strategically placed running down the front, hair tied up neatly into a bun, holding a bottle of my favorite wine. I took the bottle of wine from her hand and escorted her into my living room, but not before locking lips. I could feel my body react to her, my clit already hardening at the very sight and slightest touch of her. I showed Layla to my couch and offered her a seat. I chilled the bottle of wine but in the meantime, made her an overly strong cherry vodka and diet coke on the rocks. I wanted her loose, her inhibitions thrown to the wind. I sat down beside her, drink in hand, gazing at her stunning body. I could feel myself repeatedly licking and biting my lip. It took all my effort to not throw her down on the couch and ravish her right there. Layla reached into her purse and pulled out a small black container. She opened it to reveal some of the best smelling marijuana I had ever come across and rolling papers. "Do you mind?" she asked me. I shook my head and watched as she rolled a thick blunt. I leaned forward and grabbed the lighter off the coffee table and handed it to her. I couldn't help but stare as she placed the tip in her mouth and lit the end. Her lips gently wrapped around the end made my nipples erect. She took in a deep breath, blew an "O" shaped ring out her mouth, then handed me the joint. "I should probably let you know now that smoking this shit makes me hornier than all shit," I choked out as the puff of smoke left my mouth. "That's kinda the idea," Layla replied sarcastically. We sat back on the couch passing the ganja back and forth, giggling at the stupidest of things on the television. I could tell we were both more than a little lit. "Come with me," I said. "I want to show you something." Layla leaned forward to assist in balancing herself as she stood and I noticed that she was not wearing panties. I smirked as I walked ahead of her towards the back of the apartment. I told her to stand at the door with her eyes closed while I ducked into the second bedroom for my first surprise. I peeked my head out to make sure her eyes were closed then slipped back out and asked her to squat down for a moment. I stood behind her, kissing on the back of her neck, from one side to the other. My teeth grabbed the bottom of her left earlobe and gnawed on it for a moment. As she lost herself in the moment, I put the blindfold over her eyes and tied it tightly behind her head. I helped her to her feet, and then reached around her to open the door. I placed one hand on the small of her back and guided her into the room. The room was cold and dressed so scantily that I watched her skin get tiny goose bumps. I left her standing in the middle of the room and walked to the lamp to flip the switch. I then went back to her and pushed her back towards the wall. Her body trembled not knowing where we were or what I was about to do to her. "Raise your hands," I demanded. I watched as she lifted them above her head. Her dress scooted up her thighs and I could see her pussy peeking out from the bottom of the hemline. I stepped up on a stool, grabbed her hands, and bound them with the leather restraints attached to the wall. After making sure they were secure, I quickly undressed and put on my leather dress with the breasts cut out, then stepped on the stool again so that my tits were in her face. "Open your mouth, whore!" I shouted. Layla opened her mouth and I stuck my left breast into her mouth. I moaned loudly as she sucked hard, paying special attention to my nipples. I pulled it out then placed the other in her mouth and again she sucked on it. I ran my hand down the front of her dress very, very slowly and as I reached her pussy, I could feel the heat warming my fingers. Stepping down, I moved the stool to the side and pressed Layla's legs open. I took my time locking each ankle into its cuff. I reached for the zipper and slowly moved it down, revealing her soft skin. Not only had she not worn panties, she had no bra on either. I admired her stacked body before pushing the sides of the dress out of my way. My mouth watered as I watched her squirm just a little. I walked to the table, took the lighter out of the drawer, and lit the three candles sitting atop the unit. "You're a fucking dirty whore," I said. "And dirty whores pay the price!" I reached for the whip and stepped to her swiftly. I lifted my hand steady in the air then struck her thighs once, twice, three times. Her white skin turned red with each lashing and I could see that she desperately wanted to stop me by pushing me back only she couldn't thanks to the straps holding her wrists. I dropped the whip on the floor and slid my tongue over the red marks on her legs working from the outside in towards her smooth kitty. Layla moaned louder and louder as my tongue came closer to her inner thigh. I stood up and grabbed one of the candles which had accumulated a fair amount of wax drippings. I tipped the candle so the waxed slowly dripped down its body then cascaded onto her tit. Layla squealed as it ran down the top, over her nipple, and onto the floor. She bit her lip hard as I repeated the actions on her other breast. The wax clung to her nipples forming perfect little molds. I dropped back to my knees so that I was face level with her cunt and slowly and deliberately traced the outer fold before dipping it inside her. Layla jumped as my tongue poked in and out, faster then slower, faster, faster, faster. Her juices sloshed on my tongue as I lapped at her mound. "Oh, oh, oh mistress," she gasped. "Shut the fuck up," I snapped at her. "You speak when I tell you too!" "Yes ma'am," she quivered. I started towards the hide-a-bench and lifted the lid. Finding the purple rope, I smiled to myself. I crossed back to Layla and lifted one breast, sliding the rope underneath, looping around twice then moving to the other and doing the same. I pulled the rope tight so her tits were bound hard then proceeded to use my middle finger and thumb to flick her nipples. I watched in amazement as her breasts changed color, her nipples becoming larger and larger. My lips parted just enough to take her nipple in my mouth and began to suck softly on them. Her head tilted back and she moaned as I sucked harder and harder then moved to the opposite one. Nervous that the ropes might be too tight, I loosened them just enough so that her tits regained their normal color but was tight enough to provide her pleasure. Back to the magic box of hidden treasures I went looking for my next pleasure provider. Deep inside I found my Hitachi wand and my satin bag-o-tricks. Turning the wand on, I walked back to my bound slut and placed the head against her skin. Her hips began to twitch and wiggle as I pressed harder against her silky smooth pussy. Her tits heaved up and down harder and faster with every second that passed. "Are you going to cum?" I inquired. "No, ma'am, not yet," she replied. "Good, cuz I'm not done with you yet!" I snickered. Pulling the wand back and turning it off, I stood up and reached for the stool. I climbed on top and released Layla's hands, the moved to her ankles and let them free. I removed her dress, tossing it on the ground. Pushing her to the ground, I grabbed the collar and leash off the dresser, and placed it on her neck. Using the leash, I guided her to the bed in the middle of the room and hiked my dress up over my ass to reveal my pussy. I sat back on the bed and brought her body between my legs. Holding the leash in my mouth, my hands caressed her skin softly. They worked their way towards her breasts and removed the ropes. Each hand cupped her mountain, fingers wandering over her perky nipples. I gave them a squeeze before moving further south. Wrapping my legs around her waist to keep Layla in place, I leaned forward and gave her bare ass a good, hard smack. Her body thrust forward against mine as I spanked it again. I lay back on the bed, propping my ass up on a pillow. I gave the leash a little tug, letting her know it was ok for her to climb up as well. Spreading my legs, I could feel the juice from my pussy dripping onto the lips. I reached up, grabbed Layla's head and shoved it face down into my cunt. "Lick it!" I yelled loudly as I held her face into me. I felt her tongue dive into my deep, dark hole, plunging it and out as if it were a cock. It would stop for just a moment, and then dive back in, causing me to thrust up on her perfect face. Layla pulled her face back to gasp for a breath but was shoved back to my mound. Working my hips, I pumped and down on her tongue, oozing juices as she licked away. I felt her nails dig up my inner thigh and could not help buy moan in ecstasy. I felt her fingers part my lips as her tongue moved to what I could only call my rock hard clit. I jumped as she slid two fingers inside me, filling my hole. When two became three, her tongue sucking, licking, circling my clit, it took every ounce of me not to cum in her mouth. I reached back down and yanked her face up, admiring my juices dripping down her chin. "Lay face down on the bed," I commanded. Layla did as she was told, lying face down across the width of the bed. I disrobed from my dress and slid into my leather-bound strap on. I walked to the side of the bed where her face hung over slightly, removed her collar and leash. I checked to make sure the blindfold was still nice and tight and that she could not see a damn thing. With her face down, I squeezed her cheeks, prying her mouth open. I leaned forward and whispered into her ear, "I hope you're ready to gag." Before she could say anything, I thrust the cock deep into her mouth. I felt it hit the back of her throat and could hear her making little gagging noises. Her hands moved forward and touched my thighs, gently pushing back on them. With that, I reached over to the nightstand and grabbed my police issued cuffs. I pulled the cock out of her mouth just enough so that she could breathe and leaned forward, grabbed her hands and cuffed them behind her back. No whore of mine was pushing me out of her mouth! I lifted Layla's head and slid the cock back in her mouth, pumping it in and out. "You like that, don't you?" I said. Layla's head shook from side to side. I reached forward between her legs, slid my finger up her slit and into her pussy, pulling my finger back covered with juices. "Yes, you do! Your pussy is dripping wet you little slut!" I rammed the cock back into her mouth, holding her mouth open with one hand. Using my free hand, I lifted the blindfold just enough to see her beautiful eyes watering from the abuse and laughed. I put the blindfold back over her eyes and pulled out of her mouth. I walked around the bed and climbed up behind her sweet ass. My lips pressed against her lower back, kissing their way down, over one ass cheek and then the other. I grasped her hips and pulled her to all fours. My hand reached around and grabbed her left tit, squeezing it hard, the other hand steadying the cock as it slid into her pussy. Once inside, my hands moved to either side of her hips, guiding them back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. I pumped deep making sure that the head of the cock pressed against her g spot. It didn't take long before Layla was thrusting herself back and forth on my hard rod. I placed my hand in the small of her back and she dipped down then thrust up over and over again. It was time for a little treat for my favorite whore and I reached underneath a pillow and grabbed my anal beads. Holding Layla still, I spread her ass and spit on her hole, the only source of lube she would get from me. I pushed the tip of the medium sized beads into her asshole and she grunted hard. I watched as one bead disappeared, then a second, third, and fourth. Tucking the battery pack between the strap on and my skin, I flipped the switch to low and pulled the beads in and out slowly. I jammed the cock deep inside her cunt as I turned the beads to high. Layla's whole body contorted as she was rammed. I reached under to feel her clit. It was swollen and full and ready to burst, just like Layla. I pushed her head forward into the mattress, lifting her ass a little higher, giving me an angle to go as deep as I could possibly have gone. I watched as her perfect, tight ass, milked the beads, her pussy milking the cock. She fought me, trying to push her head up, but I kept her face down, allowing her to turn it to the side so that I could hear her screams of delight. My thumb and forefinger flicked her clit, then circled it slowly and in that moment I started to feel her release. I pulled the cock out of her pussy and pushed the beads all the way into her ass as a gush of cum poured from inside her. It was as if the dam had broken and a river broke through. Layla screamed, "Ohhhhhhhhh fuck!" at the top of her lungs. The beads pushed out of her ass with her gush of cum and I ran two fingers up her slit then put them in my mouth. She tasted like candy, sweet, sweet candy. I slid my hand up her back, over her neck to remove the blindfold. I scooted off the bed and offered Layla a towel to pat herself with. I stood there staring at how beautiful she looked. When she was dried off, I handed her a robe and ushered her back to the couch where we had started this adventure. I poured her another drink and sat beside her. Her hair had fallen from the bun it had been in hours earlier and I ran my fingers through it slowly. Giving it a little tug and pulling her closer to me, I pressed my lips to hers and said, "You're an amazing fuck. Don't be surprised if tomorrow morning you wake up with me straddling your face!" Breaking Layla Ch. 03 Her eyes opened wide, my fingers pinching off the air supply at her nose. I wanted her awake, needed her awake. Once fully present, I removed my fingers and pressed my lips to hers, tongues sliding over each other as if riding on a tilt-a-whirl. Layla smiled at my kiss and moved her hands from beside herself to my oversized tits dangling in her face. Her fingertips grazed my erect nipples, sending chills down my spine. Before she could utter a word, my legs straddled her chest bringing my already wet pussy inches from her gorgeous face. Taking her hands in mine, I pressed them against the headboard, and held them firmly in place. I stared at her intently, a wicked smile dancing across my face. "It ain't gonna lick itself," I laughed, applying more pressure to her hands. "Know your role, slut, and fucking eat it!" Layla's head pressed forward and I moaned as the tip of her tongue traced the outside of each lip. I lifted my hips away from her face then positioned them directly above her mouth. I dropped down, smothering her with my smooth, wet cunt. Holding her hands in place with one of my hands, the other reached down behind her head and shoved it deeper into my mound. She gasped and struggled for air, my juices trickling down the back of her throat. I let her head fall back to the pillow and lifted my hips again. The hand that had been holding her face into me reached back behind me, fumbling for her pussy. The natural reach pushed my pussy closer to her warm, wet lips and I jumped slightly as her tongue dove deep inside. One finger, two fingers found themselves strategically placed inside her, my thumb rubbing on her rock hard clit. The faster her tongue fucked my hole, the faster my fingers plunged inside her. I watched as her hips thrust up on my fingers. She wanted them, needed them inside her and it was arousing as fucking hell. Lost watching her ride my fingers, I almost missed the fact that she had been quivering hard, split seconds from cumming. I yanked my fingers out, resisting every urge I had to shove them back inside and finish her orgasm. It was not ending like this – not this morning. "Uh uh uh,"I heard her bellow. "Don't stop mistress! Please, don't stop!" "What the fuck did I tell you last night about speaking out of turn, whore?" "I'm, I'm sorry," she whispered as her eyes looked down in shame. "Oh, you're gonna be!" I blurted out as I stood over her on the bed, leaned over, and shoved my fingers, saturated in her juices, pushed deeper into her mouth. "Suck them! Clean them!" My whole body tingled as she sucked my fingers clean. Layla could suck a golf ball through a garden hose, a skill I had often fantasized about when alone as I masturbated. I hopped off the bed, staring her down as if to remind her she was not to move until ordered. She lay completely still as I left the room and was lying still when I returned, cup in hand. I placed the cup on the dresser and commanded her to get on all fours. Once perched like a bitch on all fours, ass swaying side to side as if she donned an actual tail, I reached under the bed and pulled up the leather strap. I grabbed her arm and secured her wrist tightly then moved to the opposite side of the bed and secured her right wrist. I watched her face, not knowing whether to be scared, excited, aroused as I moved down to the end of the bed and secured each ankle. Layla was unbelievably hot on knees and elbows, spread for my enjoyment. I placed the cup to my lips and took an ice cube between my teeth so as not to melt it with the warmth of my breath. I climbed up on the bed behind her then laid my head just below her cunt. My hands reached up, grasping her ass and lowering it down so that the edge of the ice cube traced the outside of her clit. She fought me, trying desperately to push herself back up but finally gave in to the chilling sensation of my teeth working the cube in circles on her ever hardening clit. It did not take long for her to melt the cube and once she had, my teeth nibbled, biting lightly on it. My hand reached up and gave her ass a hard smack, forcing her pussy back onto my face. I pushed her back up onto all fours and slid out. Kneeling behind her, my body pressed into hers as one hand reached around her throat and squeezed. Layla shook in my grasp, not knowing exactly what her mistress had in store for her. I released my hand from her throat and pulled her hair back hard. My free hand smoothed over her left ass cheek then pulled back. I watched as she bit her lip, anticipating the pain that would come with my spanking. My hand flew forward making hard contact with that solid ass. I smiled as I admired the hand print that was left then moved to her right cheek and left a matching set. My hands gripped her ass once again, this time parting her cheeks. I smiled as I heard her take a deep breath in and hold it. I stuck my tongue out and slowly, methodically licked the outside of her tight brown hole. Layla quivered hard and gasped then took another deep breath in and held it. My tongue pressed deeper into her hole darting in and out furiously. Moans turned into bellows as I continued my assault on her ass and before I knew it, Layla's ass fucked my tongue. My palm reached under, cupping her mound, massaging it gently. I lifted my face, "You're a fucking dirty whore! You like having your asshole licked, teased, eaten." I watched as Layla shook her head from side to side, trying desperately to deny that she had been enjoying the licking delighting her ass. I laughed hard as my hand wove into her hair and grasped it back hard, a few tears rolling down her cheekbones. Her head continued to shake in denial but her pussy told a very different story, my palm now soaked in dew. "You can't deny you like it! Your ass is practically fucking the hell out of my tongue and your cunt, well, look at my hand? You have covered it in glossy juices. You can try denying it but your slutty little body doesn't lie." My hand pushed her head down into the mattress as she squealed. My tongue dove back into her ass, lapping at it, pushing in like a wet little rod. She rocked back and forth on it. My fingers parted her pussy heading straight for her hole. Two fingers slid in with much ease. If she could take two fingers, a third would fill her nicely. I slide a third inside Layla and felt her tighten. The squeals turned to yelps of pain and pleasure as my middle finger found her g spot and pressed against it firmly. I removed my hand from the back of her head and my tongue from her ass. I spit a large load of saliva which pooled at her opening. It made it easier to slide my index finger into her asshole; the middle finger needed slightly more lubricant before it found its way inside her. Layla's holes filled, her hips thrust about like a fish out of water. Her breathing was heavy, her tits heaved swinging front to back furiously. I bit my bottom lip as I plowed away, fucking her harder and harder. "I'm gonna, I'm gonna...."she yelled loudly. "The fuck you are!" I laughed as I removed all three fingers from her pussy and the two in her ass. "You cum when I allow you too." I walked to the head of the bed and stared into Layla's eyes. I could tell she was at the edge of her sanity, that her body needed its sweet release. Knowing that I had complete control of my dirty whore made my stomach burn with desire. I winked as I released her hands from the cuffs and watched as she groped each wrist, rubbing the red marks that had been left behind. I contemplated leaving her ankles bound just to mess with her but decided against it. I had a better idea. After being unbound, Layla sat on the side of the bed beside me. She placed her hand on my thigh and I could swear that her mere touch sent juices dripping down my leg. I brushed her hair away from her cheek and leaned in for a slow, soft kiss. She was glowing, the result of having been momentarily dominated so early in the morning. "There are towels in the hall closet," I said. "Why don't you go ahead and take a shower. Your thighs are sticky with juices and your ass, well your ass is juicy as well." "A shower would be nice, thank you." I watched as her tall frame walked out the bedroom door and down the hall to the closet. She took a towel and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. I listened for the water to start and once it has run for a few minutes, I got up to find my cell phone. Finding it hidden in the couch, I searched through my phonebook, finally dialing the number I had been searching for. It rang several times and I begun to think it was better to hang up but my patience was rewarded. "Hey," a soft voice answered. "We on for later?" I asked. "Yeah, I'll be there. Is everything where it should be?" "Yep, exactly as I told you." "Four o'clock then?" "Perfect!" I hung up the phone and waited for the water to cease. I tossed the phone back on the couch and went back to the bedroom, resuming my place on the edge of the bed. My heart raced as I sat waiting for Layla to finish. I had wanted to shower with her but decided that allowing her a little alone time would be beneficial for us both. Layla emerged from the bathroom and I handed her a short robe to put on to cover herself up. She slid it over her damp body, the robe clinging to her perfect curves. Because she was so tall, what had been a short robe for me was now barely covering her happy parts. I licked my lips and slowly shook my head from side to side. Fuck she was hot!