Layla was an independent woman. She had her practice, which helped her obtain a lovely house in the suburbs. Layla was practical, which allowed her to have disposable income. It wasn't much, but Layla was able to have a little fun when she went on vacation.
Layla was also single. She formed attachments with others, but those attachments were never serious. Layla was not interested in an exclusive relationship. She enjoyed spreading herself out as it allowed her to learn new things without the obligation of a commitment.
Layla had been feeling uncontrollably horny, as if something had taken over her body, making her hormones do gymnastics. Layla has been masturbating every day at least four times a day. When she felt the urge to masturbate, she often signed onto a website that was filled with many dirty, amazing original stories that usually turned Layla on and would do the trick to finish her. However, this time, Layla was looking for something a little different. She wanted to play, but she didn't want to play alone. This is not to say she wanted to play with someone in person. But a little internet play appealed to her.
Layla signed on to the site and joined a forum about masturbating. She felt safe on this forum because there was no shame or judgment from anyone. The people on the forum talked about how often they touched themselves as well as their techniques for the best orgasm. Layla posted how she liked her nipples being played with because they were her "clits on tits." She was happy to receive positive replies about her nipples. Layla was proud of them and the pleasure they gave her when she played with them.
As Layla continued to read the posts on the forum, a chat box popped up on her screen. Their handle was "BraveChaos."
"Wow. You enjoy masturbation as much as I do."
Layla laughed to herself as she read the DM. She shrugged. Why not?
"I've been exceptionally horny as of late and keep masturbating to get off," she replied.
"Need any help with that?" BraveChaos asked.
Layla thought about it for a moment.
"I don't know, we'll see".
BraveChaos enjoyed masturbating. He had been a member of the site longer than Layla. Layla was curious about BraveChaos. She wanted to see what fun could be had. Layla looked at the clock on her phone and realized it was getting late. She wanted to play, but she also felt exhausted.
It was getting late, and Layla was getting sleepy...
Layla's eyes opened, and she found herself in an unfamiliar room. She sat on the bed and looked down at her clothes. She saw that she was wearing a black peasant dress and nothing underneath. The door to the room opened, and in walked a man in a brown suit. He carried a cane that was clearly for looks, and on his head, he wore a fedora, which he at once took off when he noticed Layla on the bed. His hair, the color of chestnuts, was neatly cut. His face had a nicely cropped beard.
He sat next to Layla and looked at her up and down as if he was assessing her.
"What--"
He reached out and touched Layla's hair, interrupting Layla.
"What are you doing?" Layla asked, moving away from him.
He smirked. "You're a talkative one, aren't you?" He said, his voice kind but stern.
"I don't know why I'm here," Layla replied.
"Oh, forgive me. My name is James."
He moved closer to her as he introduced himself. Layla tried to move away from him, but James grabbed her wrist firmly.
"Hey! Let me go!" Layla demanded as she tried to break free from James'. His grip became tighter.
"You're hurting me!" Layla shouted. James pulled Layla forcefully to him and kissed her hard. Layla tried to break free, but his grip was too firm. James then put his other hand down Layla's dress. Layla shrieked as he did this.
James forcefully pulled down Layla's dress, freeing her breasts.
"NO!" Layla screamed. James did not relent and sucked on her right nipple. At that moment, Layla felt a buzzing in her pussy. Was she enjoying this? Layla pushed that thought out of her mind as she struggled until she finally broke free and quickly stood up.
"What the fuck!" Layla exclaimed as she rushed towards the door. James was too quick and cornered her, trapping her against the wall.
"Layla, Layla, I'm only giving you what you want." James cooed as he pinned her against the wall and teased her hard nipples.
"Please," Layla whispered, but it sounded like a moan. Why did this feel so good?
"Please, what?" James asked, his voice gravely and oozing sexual energy. His hand moved down her stomach and down to her pussy, massaging it gently. "Mmmm... So wet."
Layla was mortified. Wasn't this against her will? She certainly didn't remember consenting to this. His hand massaged her pussy through her dress, and it felt so good. Layla's breathing was becoming heavy as James continued to tease her nipple and massage her wet pussy. James lifted her dress, letting his fingers rub Layla's slit.
"Mmmm... You're drenched."
Layla felt like her legs were going to give out from under her. The pleasure was immense. James continued to rub Layla's nipple as his fingers found their way inside her.
Layla gasped as warmth flooded her body. James moved closer to her and guided her hand to the hard bulge in his pants. Layla pulled her hand away, and James grabbed it forcefully and passionately kissed her palm. James was strong as Layla could not break free. James put her hand back on his hard cock, bulging from his pants, and held it there. The pleasure was overtaking Layla, and she could not think clearly. She did not move her hand from his cock, but instead unbuttoned his pants, freeing his hard cock. Layla wrapped her fingers around James's cock and started stroking it. James took his hand from her breast and wrapped his fingers around her throat as he kissed her firmly on the lips while gently squeezing her throat.
Layla could not believe this was happening. James fingered Layla while rubbing her clit. Her muscles were tightening, and he knew Layla was on the verge of an orgasm. A smirk formed on James's lips as he pulled his fingers out of Layla's pussy. He took her by the back of her long, grey, curly hair and bent her over the desk. James pressed her head firmly on the desk as he thrust his hard veiny cock inside her slick wet pussy.
