Photoshop

A few days later, Mia stopped by. She wasn’t mad at me at all.

She had brought a USB drive with photos she wanted me to edit. Unfortunately, Leon didn’t have much time for us, but I didn’t give a damn—the main thing was that Mia was there. And damn, she looked gorgeous again. This time she was wearing a light summer dress with little flowers, so thin it looked almost see-through. No bra underneath. Her dark nipples stood out clearly, hard and inviting. And as far as I could tell, she wasn’t wearing panties either—at least you couldn’t make out any panties through the thin fabric, just the gentle curve of her ass.

She smiled at me as if nothing had happened and held out the flash drive. “Leon says you should make the cocks even better. Wetter. Harder. And add a few details where necessary.”

I sat down at the computer and plugged in the flash drive. The photos were hot: a blonde woman, a bit older, maybe in her late forties, but with a sexy, experienced body. She was at it with three black men—really hardcore stuff. Double and triple penetration, cum everywhere. Leon wanted the cocks to look perfect: shiny, thickly veined, dripping with moisture. For that, I had to pull out all the stops with my Photoshop skills.

Mia sat right on my lap without asking.

“Since you already **** me to give you a lap dance last time… this shouldn’t be a problem anymore, right?” she whispered in my ear as she slowly swirled her ass.

I immediately wrapped one hand around her hip, while I slid the other forward and kneaded her hard nipples through the thin fabric. They were stiff as little pebbles. Mia pressed her ass harder against my already hard cock and began to slowly massage it.

She sat on me like that for two hours.

I zoomed in close on the huge black cocks, made them even shinier, even thicker, let them drip with moisture, added small details—veins that pulsed slightly, strands of cum running down the blonde’s pussy. And all the while, Mia grew bolder and bolder. First just with her ass, then she switched to her hand. She unzipped my pants, pulled out my cock, and massaged it slowly, thoroughly, with firm, pressing movements. Sometimes slowly up and down, sometimes just circling the head with her fingertips. Always discreet enough that I could keep working—but horny enough that I could barely think straight.

Two damn hours. Then suddenly her cell phone rang.

Mia jumped up as if nothing had happened and answered it. It was Leon. She spoke briefly with him, laughed softly once, and then said to me, “We’re almost done, right? Just one photo left.”

I just nodded, my cock standing like a steel rod, glistening with her saliva and my own precum.

“Gotta go,” she whispered, planted a quick kiss on my cheek, and was already at the door. “Leon’s waiting.” And then she was gone. I sat there with a raging hard-on. Again. My cock was throbbing so hard it hurt.

I didn’t know if she was doing it on purpose—if she was deliberately tormenting me because she knew exactly how horny she made me. Or if this time it really was just a coincidence.

But one thing was clear: Mia was playing a dangerous game. And I was slowly getting tired of just watching.

Leon was clearly on a roll.

Over the next few weeks, he sent Mia over to me two or three more times. Always with new sets—different woman, same three black guys, only even harder and kinkier. He was right in the middle of his “**** tour,” as he called it: well-heeled women from the upper class whom he wanted to **** with the photos. The pictures had to be perfect, therefore. High-quality. Realistic. Especially the cum—thick, shiny, dripping slowly from the huge black cocks as if they’d just cum. I had to edit it almost like a work of art.

And every time, Mia was sitting on my lap again.

Always similar thin summer dresses or something even lighter. Often without a bra, so her dark nipples stood out clearly. While I worked on the photos for hours, zooming in, retouching, adding shine and moisture, she slowly rubbed her ass against my hard cock. Every time, I tried to push her skirt up, wanting to finally feel her bare pussy—but she slapped my hand away, smiled cheekily, and instead pressed her breasts against my face or into my hands.

“Not down there,” she whispered then. “You can play up here.”

That went on two or three times. Her hand in my pants, her fingers slowly massaging my cock, sometimes even her lips briefly on it, a few gentle licks over the head. I went half-crazy every time. I wanted to finally cum, wanted to really fuck her, wanted to take her on my desk. But she always found a way to slip away. Sometimes the phone would suddenly ring, sometimes a delivery guy was at the door, sometimes I got a message from my wife and had to “run out urgently.”

Leon transferred 500 euros to me every time. Peanuts to me. But I would have worked for free—just to have those hours with her.

And then, the third time, when Leon was “gone” again, she got a little bolder.

No sooner was the door closed than she was licking my hard cock. Slowly, relishing it, with her warm, wet tongue. She slid back and forth on my lap. She had completely bared her tits, held them out to me, let me suck and squeeze them while she rubbed herself against me.

This time I’d set up a camera beforehand. Small, inconspicuous, but with the perfect angle. It filmed everything: how Mia’s tits bounced, how she looked at me with that innocent-yet-depraved gaze while her tongue danced over my glans.

I had it all on tape. Every moan, every soft laugh, every time she whispered, “Don’t touch… not yet.”

She brought me to the brink again—and then she stood up, smoothed out her dress, gave me a kiss on the tip of my cock, and said sweetly, “Leon is waiting. Until next time.”

I was left behind. With a rock-hard, dripping cock and the hottest footage I’d ever shot of her.

The last set was really something else.

Again, the three black guys with their huge, thick cocks—but this time there was an older white man with them. Maybe in his mid-fifties, graying hair, a well-tailored suit that had just been ripped off him. He was getting thoroughly fucked. Spit-roasted. One of the black guys was fucking him hard in the ass from behind while a second one thrust deep into his mouth. The third stood nearby, jerking off his own cock, ready for the next round.

Leon wanted it extremely realistic. “Make the cocks even more brutal. More veins, more shine, more cum. The old guy should look like he’s about to cry from lust and shame at the same time.”

Mia was sitting on my lap again, this time wearing only an extremely short white leather dress. No bra. The bare leather lay directly against my hard cock. I tried to get under her skirt, but I couldn’t.

While I worked on the photos for hours—zooming in close on the shiny, black cock disappearing deep into the older man’s ass, adding strands of cum running from the corner of his mouth, beads of sweat on his forehead, red handprints on his hips—Mia slowly rubbed herself back and forth. Just rubbing. Teasing. “Focus on the photos,” she whispered. “Leon wants perfection… and I want to see how much you moan.”

Her hand was on my cock the whole time. I worked on one photo after another: the older man, eyes wide open, sucking a thick black cock while his ass was being impaled at the same time. I made the cocks even thicker, even wetter, letting thick drops of cum run down his back and into his face.

Mia was getting hornier and hornier. Her breathing quickened. She rubbed herself harder against me, her juices running down my cock. But every time I was about to just shove myself into her, she stood up, took two steps, turned around, and smiled innocently.

By the last photo—the moment when the older man was getting covered in cum from two cocks at once—I couldn’t take it anymore. I grabbed her hips, pulled her back onto my lap, and growled:

“Now finish him off, Mia. I want to come in your mouth.”

She looked at me for a long moment, her eyes wide and innocent… then she slowly slid between my legs, parted her lips, and took my dripping, throbbing cock deep into her warm mouth.

She sucked. Properly. With her tongue, with pressure, with that depraved look up at me. Her tits bounced as she moved her head. I grabbed her ponytail and fucked her mouth, harder than ever before.

And just as I felt it coming, her phone vibrated on the table.

Leon.

Mia pulled her head back immediately, wiped her wet lips with the back of her hand, and smiled apologetically at me.

“Sorry… I have to take this.”

She stood up, smoothed out her dress, and went to answer it—leaving me with my horniness and my cock on the verge of exploding.

Once again, she left me hanging. With blue balls and the hottest, unfinished blowjob of my life.

I stared at the screen. The older white man, just fucked by three black cocks and covered in cum.