The Sperm Festival

Saturday night. The air in the loft was thick with anticipation and lust.

Nadja had told Jan everything that morning—cheeks flushed and voice trembling:

“Leonie and I want to do some role-playing to make it easier for me. She’ll tie me up, blindfold me, use a spreader bar… and then we’ll play around a bit. You’ll join us later—as a delivery guy or a landlord or whatever. And then you’ll fuck me while I’m tied up. I’m ovulating today. It could really happen today.”

Jan was immediately all for it. He even helped set things up: cameras in the bedroom, clumsily hidden behind books and inside a lamp. Leonie spotted every single one right away, but let them be. She wanted him to see everything.

At 8 p.m., the doorbell rang. Leonie opened the door. Jan was already wearing his “landlord suit” and grinning widely.

“Let’s get started, girls. I’ll be waiting downstairs in the basement for my cue.”

Leonie smiled sweetly. “Perfect. I’ll call you when we’re ready.”

No sooner had Jan disappeared into the elevator than Leonie pressed the emergency stop button, which she had rigged beforehand. The elevator jerked to a halt between the basement and the ground floor. The emergency lights came on. Jan was stuck—and had perfect live footage from the bedroom via the app on his phone.

Leonie gave the men outside a signal.

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Nadja was already lying on the bed.

Leonie had prepared her perfectly: her hands tied to the headboard with soft leather cuffs, a thick spreader bar between her ankles keeping her legs wide open. Her eyes were covered with a black silk blindfold. Nadja was wearing nothing but a thin, white babydoll that let her hard nipples show through. Her smooth, fertile pussy was already slightly swollen and glistening with arousal.

Leonie knelt between her legs, kissed her inner thighs, and whispered:

“You’re so beautiful… so ready… today you’ll finally be filled.”

Nadja was breathing fast. “Where’s Jan? When is he coming?”

“Soon, baby. Soon.”

The first door opened.

A tall, muscular Black man stepped in—one of the dancers from the club. His thick, semi-erect cock dangled heavily between his legs. He didn’t say a word. Leonie nodded at him.

He climbed onto the bed, grabbed Nadja’s hips, and slid his thick glans between her wet labia. With a single deep thrust, he penetrated her all the way to the hilt.

Nadja cried out—a long, throaty sound. “Oh God… that’s… way too thick…”

The man fucked her hard and rhythmically. His heavy balls slapped against her ass. Leonie held Nadja’s legs open even wider and whispered dirty things in her ear:

“Can you feel him? He’s much bigger than Jan… he’s thrusting right against your womb… right now, when you’re fertile.”

After a few minutes, he came with a deep groan. He thrust deep into her and pumped his first thick load of cum directly into Nadja’s womb. Nadja trembled, coming violently herself, her cunt milking his cock.

No sooner had he pulled out than white cum oozed from her open slit.

The second man was already waiting. Even bigger. Even thicker. He turned Nadja slightly to the side, as far as the restraints would allow, and slid into her already cum-filled pussy from behind. The smacking sound was obscenely loud. He fucked her longer, more brutally, pulling her ass cheeks apart and spitting on her little asshole while he rammed into her. When he came, he shot his load even deeper than the first one. Nadja’s belly bulged slightly, she was already so full.

The third man was the fattest. It took him two tries to get his wide glans into the already overflowing hole. Sperm from the two men before him ran out with every thrust and dripped onto the sheets. He fucked her slowly and deeply, almost with relish, while Leonie rubbed Nadja’s clit and made her come for the third time.

“You’re so full… so beautifully full…,” whispered Leonie.

The third man roared and came in long, powerful spurts. When he pulled out, Nadja’s cunt gaped wide open—a red, glistening hole from which thick, white cum oozed continuously and ran in long strands onto the mattress.

Leonie filmed everything with her cell phone—close-ups of the fucked-out, overflowing pussy—and sent the clips directly to Jan’s locked elevator screen.

Jan sat in the elevator, his pants open, his cock in his hand. Thanks to the new **** Leonie had secretly mixed into his coconut milk, he was finally rock-hard again—painfully hard, even. He was jerking off like crazy while watching as strange men filled his fertile wife one after another. He couldn’t come. The **** kept him hard, but they denied him climax.

Leonie knew that. She looked directly into one of the cameras, smiled coldly, and formed the words with her lips:

“Enjoy the show, honey.”

Nadja lay there panting, the cum of three men deep inside her, her belly slightly swollen, her pussy ravaged and dripping.

Leonie kissed her tenderly on the forehead.

“Jan’s coming soon… I promise.”