Conditioning

Lisa called the project “Pavlov’s Dick.”

She had given Mia very clear, precise instructions:

• Whenever Jan stared at one of the big, black dicks on the screen for more than three seconds, Mia was allowed to reward him.

• Hand, ass, tits, mouth—whatever she wanted.

• As soon as his gaze wandered for even a second, all touching had to stop immediately.

• Under no circumstances was he allowed to cum.

Mia was a quick learner.

On the second evening, Jan was sitting at the computer again, the edited photos of the black dancers still open. Mia knelt between his legs, wearing nothing but a tiny skirt.

Every time Jan’s eyes fell on the thick, gleaming monster cocks on the monitor, Mia’s warm hand closed tightly around his own throbbing cock and massaged it slowly, sensually, with exactly the pressure he loved. Her other hand kneaded his swollen balls.

As soon as he blinked and glanced briefly at the keyboard or her face—she’d let go immediately. Cool air on his wet, twitching cock. Agony.

Jan didn’t notice. He thought Mia was just turned on by the photos.

On the second night, things got even more intense.

Mia rubbed her plump ass against his cock while he edited the pictures. She circled slowly, letting the hot slit of his cock slide along between her ass cheeks. Always right when he was staring at the black kings. As soon as his gaze wandered, she lifted her ass away. Jan groaned in frustration and immediately stared back at the huge black cocks—only to have the warm, soft touch return.

By the third evening, the conditioning was already deeply ingrained.

Mia sat on his lap, her back leaning against his chest, and let his hard cock slide between her ass cheeks without taking it inside her. Only the wet, hot slit of her ass rubbed agonizingly slowly against his shaft.

“Look,” she whispered in his ear. “Look closely at how thick they are… how much bigger than yours…”

Jan stared spellbound at the monitor. His cock twitched violently between her thighs. Mia immediately massaged him harder, clenched her ass cheeks around him, and moved up and down. Jan moaned loudly, his hips twitching.

When he closed his eyes for a split second and tilted his head back, Mia stopped immediately and lifted herself slightly.

Jan snapped his eyes open and immediately stared at the black cocks again. Mia rewarded him with a deep, slow ride along his shaft.

“The idiot has already internalized it after just three evenings! Today he deliberately stared at one of the black cocks for minutes on end, even though I’d finished editing the photos long ago. He just pretended he was still checking details—just so I’d keep massaging his cock. He practically drools when he sees those things.”

Leoni, who was sitting with her legs spread wide in front of the camera, three fingers deep in her dripping pussy, laughed darkly and triumphantly.

“Perfect. We’re conditioning him to believe that big black cocks = pure lust. While his own wife is at home looking at exactly the same pictures and imagining being impregnated by one just like that.”

Mia grinned. “And he still isn’t allowed to come. His balls are already really swollen and heavy. Yesterday he begged. He really begged.”

Leoni pulled her wet fingers out and licked them while looking into the camera.

“Good. Keep it up. Next week I’ll send you even harder pictures—close-ups of black cocks thrusting into tight white pussies. And you’ll reward him nicely again… but never let him finish.”

She smiled coldly.

“Jan thinks he’s getting hot rewards from a cute little Asian girl. In reality, he’s being trained to get horny for exactly what his own wife is about to get.”

Mia laughed softly and fucked herself faster. “And eventually… he won’t be able to help himself.”

Leoni nodded contentedly, her own pussy throbbing with anticipation.

The trap was closing tighter and tighter.

And Jan didn’t notice a thing—except that suddenly, whenever he saw big black cocks, he immediately got a rock-hard, dripping hard-on.

The Seeds of Jealousy

Nadja was sitting in the loft again, this time wearing only a loose silk robe that Leoni had given her. Underneath, she was naked. Her nipples were clearly visible through the thin fabric. Leoni sat across from her, legs spread wide, wearing only an open shirt, her heavy breasts half-exposed.

“You’re doing very well,” Leoni praised in her deep, calm voice. “But now we’re moving on to the next stage. Jan needs to feel that he has competition. Psychologically, that’s worth its weight in gold. Jealousy and a sense of competition will send his testosterone and sperm production skyrocketing. That’s why you’ll talk to him about me more and more often at home.”

Nadja nodded eagerly, her cheeks flushed again.

“Tell him how much fun we have together. How close we are. How I touch you when we talk. How I sometimes hug you… and how good that feels. And then you start very carefully to throw in little fantasies. Not too direct. Just hints. That you find me attractive. That you sometimes think about what it would be like if I were there…”

Nadja swallowed. “And if he asks more questions?”

“Then you’ll blush and smile shyly. You’ll tell him that you’ve developed a bit of a crush on me. That I’m so dominant and yet so gentle at the same time. That you could imagine… what it would be like if the three of us were together. Just once. That you imagine me kissing you while he takes you… or how I hold you while another man…”

Nadja’s breathing quickened. Just the thought of it was already making her wet.

That same evening, she began.

Jan was sitting on the couch, still sexually starved from the many weeks without sex. Nadja snuggled up to him, wearing only a short nightgown.

“You know… I was out with Leoni again today,” she began softly. “She’s really incredible. So sensitive. And so… beautiful. When she looks at me, it really gives me a tingle.”

Jan raised an eyebrow. “Beautiful? What do you mean?”

Nadja smiled shyly and ran her fingers over his chest.

“Well… she has these insanely amazing breasts. And when she hugs me… I can really feel them. And yesterday she told me that she finds me very attractive too. That she could imagine getting… closer to me. So my body can finally really get going.”

Jan fell silent. His cock twitched in his pants.

The next evening, Nadja took it up a notch.

“Leoni stroked my belly today and said she’s already looking forward to it getting round and heavy. And then she whispered very quietly that she’d like to be there… when it happens. That she’d hold me while…” She trailed off and blushed.

“While what?” Jan pressed. His voice was already a little hoarse.

Nadja bit her lower lip. “I had a dream last night… about the three of us together. Her and me and you.”

Jan said nothing. But his pants were clearly straining. The image was already forming in his head: his own wife, naked between him and this mysterious Leoni. Two women. One of them obviously bi and interested in Nadja. The perfect opportunity for him to get a second hot woman into bed.

Two days later, the message came from Nadja: