Julia's friends call her

The buzzing of a phone floats through the air. “Excuse me,” she says, reaching over to the pile of her top next to her and extracting her phone.

“Hi girls! Yeah, I know, I know. (grunt) Yeah, I was taking a nap,” she pauses, listening. You can hear a girl talking on the other end, and if you listened closely you could probably make out the words. For now you just focus on your dick. You reach up and grab her tits, your fingers sinking into them slightly. “Yeah, he’s here, just helping me to wake up.” More conversation. “No, he is helping! In fact, he’s currently buried deep inside of my pussy.”

This is getting a bit interesting! You lean in closer to overhear the conversation.

“Fuck, Julia!” you can hear on the other end, “I’m jealous. You’ve got a cock in you? Right now?”

“Well, not right now, he just pulled out. OH! And now he’s back in. Oh, that’s nice.”

The voice is a bit quieter as Julia's friend talks to the others on the other end: “Hey girls, Julia’s running a bit late. That guy who went to get her is apparently fucking her brains out.”

“Well,” Julia says, looking at you meaningfully, “I think he’s being a gentleman and taking it slow while I’m in a conversation; I wouldn’t say he’s fucking my brains out.”

You grin, then move your hands from her tits down to her waist, pull out slowly one last time, then WHAM! Back to hard and fast.

“NEVERMIND!” she squeals. “Oh! Oh! Oooh! Oh!” She has to put her other arm over her tits to stop them from flying up and down so much.

“Jules,” says the girl on the phone, “everyone here is jealous, even Steve. Apparently, everyone’s been horny all day hanging around with him, but… well, you know, he’s a good friend but he’s just not interested.’”

“Yeah!” she says, “I– get it! Ooof! But I’m– pretty sure– this guy’s– not gay! Fuck!”

“Well, everyone here wishes they were getting fucked by someone. Way to go, Jules! Getting fucked in a staff-only break room by a VIP at your first con, nice!”

You slow down for a few seconds, catching your breath and say loudly towards the phone, “Hey girls, I love your ensemble costumes! And I’d love to fuck each and every one of you if, after dropping Jules here off at home, you wanted to come back before the con closes this evening!” That’d at least give you enough time for a much-needed rest. You look down at your dick halfway inside of Julia. Buy until then, back to pound town!

Jules wails. “Aaaaah! (grunt) Fucking shit! I don’t know– oof! if your’re all– (grunt) planning on– fuck! coming back, but I am cumming– fuck, fuck, fuck! Oh, God, I’m cumming right now!” she yells to the phone, to you, to the world at large (which consists of the other staff members sitting around eating snacks, reading, or otherwise taking a break, and nobody seems to even blink an eye, though Julia’s yell causes a few to look up for a bit). She’s been deliciously tight the whole time but amazingly she gets even tighter. You can feel the walls of her pussy vibrating.

“Aww, you’re cumming?” her friend whines. “I wish I was cumming right now…” You can hear the longing in her voice.