Lena is preparing Julia

Lena glanced up briefly and noticed that the men were barely paying attention to their cards anymore. They were all staring intently at the space between Julia’s wide-spread legs.

She laughed softly and said to the group:

“Guys, keep playing. It’s your turn. Meanwhile, I’m going to focus on her clit. Let’s see if our little hooker’s going to come yet.”

Then she turned her full attention back to Julia’s exposed pussy.

Her fingers immediately found the swollen, throbbing clit. She began to tease it slowly in a circular motion—sometimes gently, sometimes with a little more pressure, sometimes just with her fingertip. Julia’s pussy reacted immediately. Her labia twitched, and the opening rhythmically expanded and contracted. Clear, glistening wetness flowed out of her in a steady stream and dripped onto the chair and the floor.

“Hahaha… no… please don’t… haha… Lena… I can’t…!”

Lena continued to tease her mercilessly. She brought Julia to the brink of orgasm again and again—her clit throbbing hard, her pussy clenching, her legs twitching wildly—only to suddenly ease up on the pressure and bring her back down.

The new round of poker lasted five minutes. The men played slowly and distractedly, their eyes almost constantly glued to Julia’s twitching pussy. Lena kept Julia right on the edge the entire time.

Whenever Julia was about to come—her pussy clenching spasmodically, her entrance wide open and visibly pulsing—Lena would stop or become very gentle. Julia’s desperate begging grew louder and louder:

“Hahaha… please… let me come… or stop… I can’t take it anymore… please… Lena…!”

Her pussy twitched and pulsed nonstop. Her labia were now dark red and swollen, her clit standing stiff and throbbing. With every new stimulus, her entrance opened wide, the inner walls visibly twitching, only to contract spasmodically again immediately afterward. A constant stream of her wetness flowed out.

Those five minutes felt like an eternity to Julia. She laughed, begged, and squirmed with her arms tied and legs spread wide—always just a breath away from orgasm, but never allowed to come.

Then the round was over.

Mr. Meier had won.

He grinned broadly, stood up, and looked at the trembling, dripping Julia.

“Well then… now it’s my turn again.”

Julia couldn’t believe what Lena was doing to her.

She sat on the chair with her legs spread wide, her hands tied behind her back, her breasts bare, her pussy completely exposed and dripping—and was being treated like a cheap hooker right in front of her coworkers. Worse still. Lena was teasing her, arousing her, keeping her on the edge, and reveling in her despair. Julia felt exposed, humiliated, and completely at her mercy.

A fierce internal conflict raged within her:

This can’t be true… This is Lena… my confidante on the board… and she’s treating me like a cheap whore. My pussy is wide open, everyone can see how wet I am… and yet I’m still getting turned on. I hate her. I hate her so much… but my body is betraying me… My clit is throbbing, my pussy is twitching… I don’t want to come…

Lena seemed to sense Julia’s inner struggle. She smiled coldly, stepped behind her, and untied the tie that had been binding her hands.

“Go on. Go to Mr. Meier. He won.”

Julia stood up, her legs wobbly. Her legs were shaking, and her wet pussy felt cold in the room’s air. With burning cheeks, she walked over to Meier.

Mr. Meier leaned back with his legs spread wide and looked at her with a lecherous grin.

“Sit on top of me. With your legs spread. Face-to-face. And position yourself so your tits are right in front of my mouth.”

Julia hesitated only briefly, then climbed onto his lap. She spread her legs wide, placed her feet on the seat of the chair, and lowered herself onto him so that her face was level with his. Her bare breasts hung right in front of his mouth. Her open, dripping pussy lay heavily on the hard shaft in his pants.

Meier reached behind her with both hands, grabbed her ass, and pulled her roughly and firmly toward him. He pressed her lower body directly onto his thick, hard cock so that her wet pussy pressed tightly against him. Her legs were now dangling freely in the air; she had no support left and was sitting completely on top of him.

“That’s good,” he murmured contentedly.

Then he raised a hand, reached up toward her bunny ears, and deliberately pressed firmly on the sensor.

Click.

The plug in her ass immediately exploded with strong, deep vibrations.

Julia flinched violently. A soft gasp escaped her. The powerful vibrator in her ass made her restless. Without really meaning to, she began to move her hips. Small, uncontrolled circular movements. Her wet pussy rubbed directly against his hard cock in his pants. The vibrations in her ass and the pressure on her clit made her keep moving involuntarily.

Meier grinned widely and kept her ass pressed firmly down.

“Just like that… rub yourself. Show us how horny you are.”

Julia bit her lip. Her hips moved on their own—back and forth, in circles—while her dripping pussy rubbed against his thick shaft. Her legs hung freely in the air; she had no way to brace herself. Every movement pressed her wet pussy tighter against him.

Julia heard Lena’s words as if from far away:

“That must be uncomfortable, Meier. Pull your pants down and give yourself some room.”

She barely registered it. Everything felt hazy because of the intense vibration in her ass and the constant friction.

Then she felt a brief pause. Meier lifted her slightly, pulled his pants and underwear down with one hand—and suddenly there was nothing left between them.

Julia gasped softly.

His thick, hard cock now lay directly between her wet labia. It was heavy, hot, and throbbing strongly. The broad, gleaming glans rested right on her clitoris and pressed firmly against it. The shaft was thick and heavily veined, the skin hot and slightly damp from her own juices. It lay perfectly between her swollen labia, parting them and pressing deep into the moist warmth between them. The glans was so wide that it completely covered her clitoris and rubbed directly over it with every little movement.

Meier reached behind her with both hands, grabbed her buttocks firmly, and pulled her even closer to him. He pressed her lower body hard against him, so that his thick cock was pushed even deeper between her labia. The glans now rubbed directly and firmly against her throbbing clitoris, while the hot shaft nestled tightly between her wet lips. Julia felt every vein, every throb, and the intense heat of his cock right against her most sensitive spot.

Her own juices made everything slippery. With every tiny movement, his thick shaft slid along her labia, rubbing incessantly against her clit.

Meier looked her straight in the face, grinned, and then raised a hand. He deliberately and firmly pressed down on the sensor between her bunny ears.

Click.

The plug in her ass exploded again with strong, deep vibrations.

Julia flinched violently. A soft, stifled moan escaped her. The sudden increase in vibration in her ass caused her to move her hips uncontrollably. She was now rubbing herself harder and involuntarily against his bare cock. Her wet pussy slid over the hot glans and the thick shaft as she tried to control the friction—but she couldn’t.

The vibration in her ass and the direct pressure of his cock against her clit made it impossible for her to sit still.

Meanwhile, the poker game had almost completely died down. The men were barely playing anymore. The cards lay forgotten on the table, while everyone stared spellbound at the scene before them: Julia, sitting on Meier’s lap with her legs spread wide and dangling, his bare, hard glans right between her wet labia and on her clit, as she rubbed against him involuntarily.