Nicolai led Hellie down the stairs and to his dining room where four men in suits sat around a table.
As Hellie entered the small room full of men, she was suddenly hyper aware of how naked and vulnerable she was, how thin the cloth of her red string bikini was. Her breasts weighed heavily against the flimsy fabric, her hard nipples clearly outlined. She could feel new juice from her pussy dampening the string of her thong.
The men's conversation died completely as Nicolai brought Hellie forward to the table. Hellie noticed that one of the men immediately looked down at his phone instead of at her.
"Good evening gentlemen. This is your company for tonight, my personal slut. She's here for your comfort and entertainment and will do whatever you'd like. For instance," he said with a smile, "slut, get on your knees and suck my cock until I cum in your throat."
"Yes sir."
Hellie knelt down and undid Nicolai's fly. She pulled out his cock, still sticky with her cream and his cum, and slurped it into her mouth. The men made noises of appreciation as she sucked enthusiastically, and chuckled when Nicolai finally grabbed her by the hair at her scalp and began to fuck her face, her throat. She gagged on his cock again and again, her gullet making a satisfying "gluck gluck" noise as he fucked it.
"Now there's a sound I haven't heard in a while," said a white man with a matching mustache.
"Don't tell me you haven't fucked since your separation?" said a man with dark skin, long locs, and a beard tinged with silver.
"Oh, long before that."
"You're telling me it's been a year?"
"Mmmghh!" Hellie exclaimed, her throat stuffed with cock, and the men all laughed.
"She doesn't understand how that could be," Nicolai said, panting as he continued to fuck her mouth. "Because her snug little cunt gets fucked every day and is still nice and tight every...damn...time...augh!" He came in Hellie's throat.
"Mmmmm," Hellie moaned as she gulped down his cum.
"What about her ass?" asked the locced gentleman.
"I...highly recommend," grunted Nicolai, carefully pulling out of Hellie's throat and mouth.
"Well it's more than generous of you to share her with us," said the mustached man.
"Oh." Nicolai chuckled as he zipped his fly. "I'm not 'sharing.'"
"He's loaning." Brandoff, a tall man in a gray suit, spoke. "He was kind enough to send me this slut to me on an errand and I haven't been able to get her out of my mind, so I've rented her for us for the evening."
"Ooh," Hellie breathed, flattered and aroused.
Nicolai touched Hellie's chin. "Yes slut. The amount is none of your business but these men are paying me good money for your holes, and you're going to let them do whatever they want, is that clear?"
Hellie swallowed, her mouth watering again. She nodded. "Yes sir."
Nicolai nodded to Brandoff. "My chef will be in later to personally serve you. For now I'll leave you to her." Without another word or even a glance in Hellie's direction, Nicolai left.
"Come to Daddy, baby," said Brandoff, opening his arms for a hug.
Hellie dove into his arms and his hands went to her ass.
"Daddy loves your outfit," he said. "Why don't you go sit on your Uncle Charles' lap?"
Hellie went and carefully sat her round, sizable ass on the white-mustached man's lap. "Hi Uncle Charles," she said sweetly.
"Hi sweetheart," said Charles. "Let me see how much you've grown." His hands rubbed and squeezed at her arms, her breasts, her waist, her thighs. Hellie squeaked in pleasure as he groped her, and then he reached down to cup her wet pussy and she shuddered.
He slid two fingers inside and she gasped.
"How's that pussy?" the locced man asked.
"Well Shawn," said Charles, "let's put it this way." He fluttered his fingers behind Hellie's clit and she shrieked just a little. "It's the opposite of my wife's."
The men all chuckled. Hellie noticed that while the fourth man had joined in the laugh, he hadn't looked up.
"What..what's wrong with your wife," Hellie asked Charles, breathing unsteadily as he added a second finger in her pussy.
"She left him. For a woman." The fourth man, who had dark hair pulled back in a ponytail, put his phone down and leaned forward as he finally spoke.
