Julia has an orgasm

Lena Hartmann pulled out her cell phone and openly filmed how Bunny, who was kneeling, flinched every time someone called her name.

“Julia… come here and pour some more.”

“Good girl, Julia.”

“Show us your wet pussy, Julia.”

Lena zoomed in on Julia’s face beneath the mask and on her violently trembling thighs. She smiled with satisfaction.

“You know… an escort girl doesn’t really belong on the floor,” she said aloud to the group. “She belongs on someone’s lap. So you can really use her.”

The men looked at each other, then grinned widely. Voss nodded in agreement.

“Good idea. Everyone gets to sit out one round and play with our bunny instead. Then we’ll keep playing. The winner of the round gets her next for a longer game.”

Julia’s heart nearly stopped.

The burly department head, Meier, had won the first round.

He leaned back comfortably and beckoned Julia over with a satisfied grin.

“Come here, Julia.”

Julia walked slowly toward him. Her legs felt weak. She stopped in front of him, but Meier shook his head.

“Not like that. Sit sideways on my thigh.”

She obeyed hesitantly and sat sideways on his muscular thigh. Her short skirt immediately rode up, so that her bare, still-damp pussy lay directly on his leg. The heat from his leg seeped right into her sensitive skin.

Meier placed a hand on her thigh. Slowly, almost with relish, he ran his fingers up the inside of her thigh. The touch was warm and heavy. His rough fingers slid higher, brushing just past her wet pubic area, and then continued upward.

He cupped one of her breasts through her tight corset top, kneading it slowly and pulling the fabric down a bit so that her stiff nipple was exposed. He stroked it with his thumb, circling slowly and pressing lightly.

Julia bit her lip. Her legs twitched slightly; she tried to keep them still, but she couldn’t quite manage it.

Her mind was racing: His hand… everywhere… I hate the way he touches me… But my body is reacting again… My nipple is getting hard… I’m disgusted with myself… But I can’t get out of here either.

Meier smiled when he noticed. He raised his other hand and slowly stroked her between her “bunny ears.” Click. The plug in her ass immediately began to vibrate—deep and rhythmic.

Julia flinched. A soft gasp escaped her. Her legs fidgeted more, she kicked lightly in the air, but couldn’t free herself from his lap. Meier stroked her a second time—longer this time—and increased the vibration.

The plug was now pounding harder in her ass. The waves transmitted directly to her clit, which was pressed firmly against his thigh. Julia felt her pussy getting wet again and slowly moistening his thigh.

Her thoughts grew more panicked:

Meier kept his hand resting on her breast, kneading it slowly and stroking her head every now and then, as if she really were just a well-behaved pet.

The vibration in her ass grew stronger and stronger. Julia’s legs twitched uncontrollably, her hips moving slightly back and forth on his thigh without her wanting them to.

She sat trapped on top of him—wet, vibrating, and completely at his mercy.

The next round was won by Mr. Schäfer, a slender but self-assured man from the finance department, in his late forties, with sharp features and a cold smile.

“Come here, Julia,” he said calmly, almost businesslike.

Julia walked over to him. Her legs were still trembling from the previous round. Schäfer pulled her right onto his lap, this time facing him, with her legs spread wide.

Without a word, he grabbed her tight corset top and brutally yanked it down. Her full, heavy breasts sprang out—bare, plump, and with rock-hard, rosy nipples. The other men in the room saw everything immediately: the heavy, soft breasts bobbing slightly, the clearly visible, erect nipples, and how Julia’s chest rose and fell rapidly.

Schäfer immediately began to play with her breasts.

He cupped them with both hands, kneading them slowly and firmly, squeezing them together and pulling them apart. His fingers dug deep into the soft, yielding flesh, causing it to spill out between his fingers. He lifted one breast, lowered his head, and kissed the soft upper part, then sucked the stiff nipple deep into his mouth.

He sucked hard, pulled it out slowly, licked it with his tongue, and nibbled on it lightly. At the same time, he kept stroking between Julia’s bunny ears with one hand.

Click. Click. Click.

The plug in her ass vibrated more intensely with each click. The vibrations pounded deep inside her and transmitted directly to her clit.

Julia gasped. Her legs flailed helplessly in the air while Schäfer continued to suck and knead her tits. The others were witnessing an extremely humiliating sight:

A young woman in a bunny costume, a mask on her face, sitting with her legs spread wide on a man’s lap. Her short skirt had ridden up, her wet, swollen pussy clearly visible. Her plump tits were completely exposed, already glistening with his saliva; her nipples were red and wet from his sucking. His hands were firmly kneading her breasts, deforming them under his grip as he alternated between sucking one nipple and twisting the other. Her upper body twitched every time he stroked her head because the plug in her ass vibrated more intensely. Her legs kicked and flailed uncontrollably in the air, as if she wanted to escape, while at the same time her body trembled with pleasure.

Schäfer switched to the other breast, sucking even more greedily, pulling the nipple deep into his mouth and kneading the other breast so hard that red marks from his fingers remained. As he did so, he kept stroking her head, activating the sensor several times in a row and making the plug in her ass vibrate at the highest setting.

Julia’s legs twitched more violently, her hips moving involuntarily on his lap. A soft, desperate moan escaped her as everyone watched her breasts being worked over by his hands and mouth.