Lena Wins

In the next round, of all people, Dr. Lena Hartmann won.

A triumphant smile spread across her face. She leaned back, looked around the room, and said in a cool, mocking voice:

“Guys… she’s a hooker. This is way too nice. So far, we’ve been treating her like a toy. But a real hooker has to be used like a hooker.”

She turned directly to Julia, who was still sitting on Schäfer’s lap with her bare, wet breasts exposed.

“Julia. I want you to properly thank Mr. Schäfer right now. You’re going to kiss him. Properly. The way a naked, horny woman kisses her lover. With your tongue. Deeply. Passionately. Go on.”

Julia hesitated. She leaned forward slowly and gave Schäfer a tentative, brief kiss on the mouth. Barely a touch, almost shy.

Lena laughed coldly.

“Either you do it right… or I’ll spank your ass right here in front of everyone until it’s the next winner’s turn. And I won’t be gentle.”

Julia swallowed hard. Her fear of public humiliation was greater than her disgust. She leaned forward again, this time more determined.

She kissed Mr. Schäfer intensely.

Her lips parted, and her tongue slipped hesitantly, then deeper and deeper into his mouth. Schäfer accepted her immediately. His tongue met hers, wrapped around it, sucked on it. The kiss became wet, hot, and greedy. Their tongues danced together, glided over one another, pressed deep into each other’s mouths. Julia tasted him—coffee, cigar, and masculine arousal. Her saliva mingled with his.

A soft, stifled moan escaped her directly into his mouth. “Mmh…”—a telltale, vibrating sound caused by the vibration in her ass and the humiliation.

Schäfer sucked harder on her tongue, held her head steady with one hand, and kissed her even deeper. Their tongues rubbed wildly against each other, slick and hungry. Julia moaned into his mouth again—louder this time, a desperate, pleasure-stricken “Mmmhh…!”—while her bare breasts were pressed against his chest and the plug continued to vibrate in her ass.

Lena filmed everything in close-up with her cell phone and smiled contentedly.

“That’s a good girl, Julia. Show us how a real hooker kisses. Though hookers don’t actually kiss.” The kiss went on for a long time. Wet, deep, with plenty of saliva. Julia’s moans grew more and more desperate as she thrust her tongue deep into Schäfer’s mouth and hated herself for it.

Finally, their mouths parted. Julia’s lips were red and swollen; a thin thread of saliva still hung between her and Schäfer.

Lena stood up, smiled coldly, and beckoned Julia over.

“Come here, Julia. Sit down on my chair.”

Julia obeyed, her knees weak. She sat down on Lena’s chair.

“Hands behind your back. Clasp them behind your back. If you move your hands, I’ll tie them up. Understood?”

Julia nodded silently. She clasped her hands behind her back, which pushed her breasts even further forward.

Lena stepped in front of her, grabbed her left leg, and lifted it up. She placed her foot on the edge of the poker table. Then she grabbed her right leg and spread it wide apart, so that Julia’s foot also landed on the edge of the table.

The sight that met the eyes of those present was extremely obscene: Julia sat with her legs spread wide on the chair, almost as if in a gynecological chair. Her legs were spread wide apart, her knees slightly bent. Her short bunny skirt had slipped all the way up and lay uselessly around her waist. Her smooth-shaven, swollen pussy was completely open and exposed. The outer labia were slightly parted, and the inner, rosy, and glistening lips were clearly visible. Her pussy was wet, her clitoris swollen and throbbing. A thin, glistening thread of her own arousal trailed down from her entrance and dripped slowly onto the chair. The fluffy white bunny tail protruded from beneath her, the plug seated deep in her ass. Her plump breasts were still bare, her nipples hard and red from the previous caresses. With her hands behind her back and her legs spread wide, she looked like a willing, helpless porn star.

The men stared spellbound at her open, dripping pussy.

Lena smiled contentedly, grabbed the corset top, and brutally pulled it down even further, so that Julia’s breasts were completely exposed and pushed upward.

Then Lena began to tickle Julia.

Her fingers glided over Julia’s sides, brushed her ribs, slipped under her armpits, and traced the insides of her arms. At first gently, then with increasing pressure and speed.

Julia flinched immediately. A loud, uncontrolled laugh escaped her, mixed with a desperate moan. She instinctively thrust her hands forward to protect herself.

Lena immediately grew angry. She grabbed Julia’s wrists tightly and forced them behind her back.

“Didn’t I tell you to keep your hands behind your back?!” she hissed. Lena smiled coldly and stepped even closer.

“Hands behind your back. Clasp them together. And don’t you dare take them away.”

Julia obeyed, trembling. She clasped her hands behind her back, her breasts pressed even more forcefully forward as a result. Her legs, spread wide apart, rested on the edges of the table; her wet, gaping cunt was perfectly visible to everyone.

Lena wasn’t satisfied with the position yet. She looked at Dr. Voss and held out her hand.

“Give me your tie.”

Voss grinned as he took off his tie and handed it to her. Lena stepped behind Julia, grabbed her wrists, and tied them tightly together with the tie—right behind her back, in full view of everyone present.

The knot was tight. Julia’s arms were now completely bound. The position pushed her breasts even higher and further forward. Her wide-spread position on the chair now looked even more helpless and obscene.

Lena stepped back in front of her, surveyed her handiwork, and smiled with satisfaction.

“That’s better. Now you can’t fight back anymore.”

Lena began tickling Julia again—this time on her sides, under her armpits, and along the sensitive insides of her thighs. Julia’s body jerked violently. Her bound arms tugged futilely at the tie, and her legs instinctively tried to close, but couldn’t because they were pinned to the edges of the table.

Her moans and laughter mingled into a desperate sound, while her open, dripping pussy twitched slightly under the gaze of everyone present.

Lena handed Dr. Voss her cell phone with a slight grin.

“Film this properly. Especially her pussy.”

Voss took the phone and aimed it directly at Julia’s wide-spread legs. The camera showed a close-up of her open, glistening pussy, which was already twitching slightly.

Lena began to really tickle her now.

Her fingers first glided over Julia’s bare breasts. She tickled the undersides of her full tits, then the sides, and finally the hard nipples themselves. With her fingertips, she stroked the sensitive tips quickly and as lightly as a feather. Julia’s body immediately jerked violently. A loud, high-pitched laugh burst from her.

“Hahaha… no… please… haha… not the nipples…!”

Her bound arms tugged in vain at the tie behind her back. Her breasts bounced with every twitch; her nipples were stiff and extremely sensitive.

Lena didn’t let up. She continued to tickle her breasts and nipples while Julia squirmed in the chair and laughed. Then her hand wandered lower.

She stroked Julia’s hips, tickling the sensitive spots just above her hipbones and on the sides of her stomach. Julia’s laughter grew louder and more desperate.

“Hahaha… stop… please… haha… I can’t…!”

Her legs twitched in the spread-eagle position, trying to close, but her position on the table edges wouldn’t let them. Her open pussy was perfectly visible—her labia glistened with moisture, and with every violent laugh and twitch, her pussy opened and closed slightly. The entrance visibly contracted, as if trying to protect itself from the touch.

Lena went even deeper.

Her fingers now glided directly over Julia’s wet pussy. She teased the outer labia, then the inner sides, and finally the clit itself. With light, quick movements, she stroked the sensitive nub. Julia almost screamed with laughter.

“Hahaha… no… not there… please… haha… not my pussy…!”

Her pussy twitched violently under Lena’s fingers. Her clit throbbed visibly, and with every new wave of tickling, her opening parted just a little, only to contract again immediately. Clear strands of her arousal stretched between her labia as she writhed helplessly.

Lena continued to tickle her relentlessly—sometimes her breasts and nipples, sometimes her hips, sometimes right on her wet, twitching pussy. Julia’s laughter echoed through the room, mixed with desperate pleas.

“Hahaha… please… Lena… haha… I can’t take it… haha… please stop…!”

Her legs flailed wildly in the air, her bound arms tugging frantically at the tie. Her open pussy twitched and pulsed under their gaze and the camera. With every violent fit of laughter, her entrance opened briefly, revealing the inner walls for a moment before they contracted again.

Voss filmed everything up close—especially how Julia’s pussy twitched with every fit of tickling, opening and closing again, while her high-pitched, desperate laughter and pleading moans echoed through the room.

Lena looked contentedly at the other men.

“Do you hear that? The little whore is laughing and begging at the same time.”

Julia writhed in the chair, her bare breasts bouncing, her legs trembling as they were spread wide, and her dripping, twitching pussy remained clearly visible to everyone.