Frustration, but finally, Mia

Jan sat in the stuck elevator, his pants pulled down to his knees, his painfully hard cock clenched in his fist. Through the live feed, he could see everything in crystal-clear resolution.

Nadja was getting fucked really hard.

The fourth and fifth men took turns with her, showing no mercy. One after another, they rammed their thick black cocks into his wife’s already thoroughly fucked, flooded cunt. Cum gushed out with every thrust, running in thick white streams over her ass and the sheets. Nadja screamed, moaned, begged—half from pleasure, half from being overwhelmed. Her belly was slightly swollen from the amount of foreign cum that had been pumped deep into her fertile womb.

Leonie sat beside her, stroking Nadja’s clit and whispering in her ear over and over:

“Can you feel it? You’re going to get pregnant today… by a real man… not by yours.”

Jan was jerking off like a madman, but the climax wouldn’t come. The new medication kept him agonizingly hard, without granting any relief. He was on the verge of losing his mind.

Only after nearly three hours did Leonie finally let him go. The elevator jerked upward. Jan stumbled out, his cock still rock-hard and dripping, his balls heavy and painful.

He ran into the bedroom.

The sight hit him like a blow.

Nadja lay on the bed, completely spent. The spreader bar still held her legs wide open. Her cunt was a red, gaping ruin—wide open, pulsing, and thick, white cum was flowing out of it nonstop. It oozed out in long, sticky strands, dripping onto the mattress and forming a large puddle beneath her ass.

Jan stared at it. His cock twitched violently.

But he couldn’t. He didn’t want to dive into that stranger’s cum. Not into the pussy that had just been fucked and filled by five other men.

Frustrated, horny as hell, and trembling with rage and lust, he pulled up his pants and left the apartment without saying a word to Nadja.

Outside, he immediately called Mia.

“I need you. Now. Right away. At the studio.”

Mia replied in her sweet, innocent voice:

“Sure, baby… but only on one condition. You tie yourself to the bed, just like you usually do with the models. Handcuffs, ankle cuffs, everything. I don’t want you to jerk off and cum beforehand like last time. Promise?”

Jan was so **** that he agreed without hesitation. “Yeah… yeah, I’ll do it. Just hurry up.”

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Once he arrived at the photo studio, he locked the door behind him. He stripped completely naked. His cock stood hard and throbbing, the glans dark red and shiny. He lay down on the large black bed frame that he usually used for his own “special shoots.”

With trembling hands, he slipped the padded handcuffs around his wrists and clicked them into place at the headboard. Then he spread his legs and fastened the ankle cuffs around his ankles. He now lay there completely helpless—naked, hard, with his legs spread wide, his ass slightly raised.

His cock jutted straight up into the air and dripped with arousal onto his stomach.

Jan was breathing heavily and staring at the ceiling.

“Mia… where are you…,” he whispered hoarsely.

The minutes passed. Five. Ten. Fifteen.

Nothing.

His cock remained hard, throbbing painfully, without him being able to touch it. The humiliation of having tied himself up only made everything worse.

He didn’t know that Leonie and Mia were sitting just two rooms away, having turned on the cameras and watching Jan lie helpless and horny on the bed—in exactly the same position in which he had once tied up and used so many women.

Leonie smiled coldly and stroked Mia’s cheek.

“Let him stew a little longer. The real fun starts when he finally realizes he won’t be fucking anyone today.”

The door to the photo studio opened quietly. Mia stepped in, locked the door, and smiled sweetly.

Jan lay helpless on the large black bed, arms and legs spread wide and firmly chained. His cock stood rock-hard, the glans dark red and glistening with precum. He was breathing heavily, his eyes glazed over with lust.

“Finally… fuck, Mia, I can’t take it anymore…,” he gasped.

Mia stepped up to the bed and first checked the restraints very slowly and thoroughly. She tugged at the handcuffs, checked the ankle cuffs, and ran her fingers over the taut chains. Everything was in place. Jan couldn’t move an inch.

“Good boy,” she whispered and began to undress.

Slowly, she pulled the tight top over her head. Her firm breasts sprang free, her nipples hard. Then she unbuttoned her short skirt and let it fall. Jan stared spellbound between her legs. Finally. Finally, he would fuck her.

Mia hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her tiny black panties and pulled them down agonizingly slowly.

First, her smooth, hairless mound came into view. Jan licked his lips. Then… something else pushed its way out.

A 14-centimeter-long, already rock-hard cock sprang upward. Beautifully shaped, with a thick, swollen glans that was already glistening. Below it, two small, firm balls.

Jan froze. His eyes widened in sheer horror.

“W… what the hell…?! Mia?! You… you’re…?!”

Mia just smiled innocently, almost pityingly, as she slowly jerked off her hard cock with her hand.

“You really wanted sex, didn’t you? You begged for it. You even tied yourself up for it.”

She climbed onto the bed, knelt between Jan’s wide-spread legs, and spat once onto his cock. That was it. No lube. No preparation.

Jan tugged frantically at the chains. “No! Wait! Mia, this isn’t funny! I’m not… I don’t want to…!”

Mia pressed the thick, wet head of her cock right against his tight, unprepared asshole. She pushed lightly against it, felt the resistance, and smiled even wider.

“Too late, Jan.”

With a hard thrust, she penetrated him.

“Aaaahhh! Fuck! NO!” Jan’s scream echoed through the studio. The pain was brutal. Mia fucked him dry, without mercy. Her hard cock pushed inch by inch into his tight ass, brutally stretching his dry asshole. Every thrust burned like fire.

Mia grabbed his hips and began to really fuck him. Hard. Deep. Rhythmically. Her pelvis slapped against his ass, her cock disappearing into him all the way to the hilt, her balls slapping against his.

“Oh yeah… so tight…,” she moaned with relish. “Just like you did to all those girls, didn’t you? Now it’s your turn.”

Jan gasped, moaned, cursed. His own cock remained rock-hard despite everything, dripping incessantly onto his stomach. The humiliation of being fucked in the ass by a ladyboy while he himself was tied up and helpless made his mind explode.

Mia got faster, more brutal. She reached forward, grabbed his limp scrotum, and pulled on it while ramming deep into him. Her cock kept hitting his prostate, forcing loud, high-pitched moans out of Jan.

“Stop… please… I can’t…,” he begged hoarsely.

Mia just laughed, leaned over him, her tits pressing against his chest, and whispered directly into his ear:

“You wanted to come. Now you’re going to come—but only if I let you.”

She fucked him even harder, faster, deeper. The smacking, obscene sound of skin on skin and the clinking of chains filled the studio.

Jan was completely broken. Humiliated. And at the same time so horny he could barely think.

Mia smiled triumphantly and thrust especially deep.

“Welcome to your new reality, Jan.”