A day later, Hellie waited for Nicolai in his office, and he led her out through the back of the store. He brought her to a mansion.
"This is my house," he said as they got out of the car. "Come with me."
Nicolai took her to his bedroom, where huge windows looked out over a sprawling yard. He gave her a red dress to wear, with a deep v that held her breasts snuggly pressed together, and a short, ruffled skirt. He gave her a red pair of strappy high heels to wear and a short, black necklace that looked almost like an elegant choker.
"Oh," he said, "and Hellie." He took out a black lace thong. "Wear this instead of whatever you have on."
Hellie blinked, then smiled. "I don't have anything on."
Nicolai returned her smiled warmly and pulled her to him, grabbing her bare ass under her skirt. "You're such a good girl for me. I should've eaten your pussy on my desk today instead of just fucking your throat."
Once Hellie had pulled the thong on, he took her down to a large room where there were several waiters setting up trays and a few vendors setting up wine tables.
"We have a special red wine table here. Each wine has a blurb. Now look-- read these over and taste each of them. They have to be opened anyway, and our clients tonight will have questions about them. Some of them may want you to drink with them, and you need to oblige them." Nicolai leaned in to whisper in Hellie's ear. "I'm depending on your sweet ass to sell this." He leaned away and smiled at her, then paused. "Or maybe your sweet tits, depending on where they first see you from."
Nicolai was right. As the event began and the night passed, Hellie poured endless cups of wine for interested clients. A small group of waiters made rounds with hors d'oeuvres, winking and flirting with her as the passed her table. Rich-looking, mostly older couples (or at least the men were older) passed her by at first, the men looking approvingly at her sexy legs and ample cleavage. Small groups of men, business associates as far as Hellie could tell, were her first tasters.
As the customers began to gather a buzz, the men became more brazen, even those with their spouses along. She flirted with numerous men who shook her hand for a prolonged period of time and stared at her breasts. One man went so far as to completely miss her hand and grope her breast as his wife looked on, bored. Hellie shot him a smile she hoped he found girlish and naive, and let him feel up her ass as she "accidentally" dropped her corkscrew on the floor.
As the night went on, some of the men came around to her side of the tasting table, buzzed from swallowing too much wine, and Hellie, taking seriously the encouragement to join her customers in a drink, was now a bit wobbly herself. Several men reached under her skirt, whispered in her ear, grab her ass or thigh, and even cup her pussy. One man took the time to fully reach between her plump ass cheeks and thick thighs to pull on the thong and make it go tight against her clit. Hellie, flushed from the attention, giggled and looked at him sheepishly. He grinned, bought a case of the wine, left a 100 dollar bill in his empty wine cup on her table, which Hellie quickly stuffed into her dress. More men left tips as well as handprints on her ass and thighs.
Finally, when the enthusiasm around her table had died down a little and the crowd began to wane, one of the vendors came by, took Hellie's hand, and led her through the kitchen and into a pantry.
He was a middle-aged, gray-haired man in glasses that Hellie had seen before but hadn't exchanged more than a hello with. Now he was kissing her hard, his hands all over her ass, pulling on the thong to make it dig into her ass and pussy.
"Hellie," he said. "I've watched so any men touch you tonight, the way I've always wanted to." He kissed her neck. "I had to have my turn." His tongue leeched into her mouth and Hellie yelped, startled but feeling herself dampening nonetheless. Her pussy had been wet the whole night, and she felt her mouth watering, too.
"I can't believe you're wearing a thong," he said. "This is my goddam lucky night." He reached down under her ass to abruptly finger her pussy from before, her wetness giving him the easiest access. "Fuck!" He groaned.
"Oooh," Hellie moaned, her thighs parting.
"I knew you were a tight little skank," the man muttered. "Always showing off those big sexy tits in the store, and this ass in your tight jeans. I'm going to wrap your sexy fucking legs around my waist and make you see god."
Hellie couldn't help herself, she giggled.
"Give me that pussy." He pulled down her thong. "I'm keeping this." He put it into his pocket. He pulled the low neckline of her dress apart, exposing her bare breasts. He toyed with them, bouncing, squeezing and pinching them to make her squeak and squeal.
"Big fucking titties," he said gleefully, pulling at her nipples. He jiggled her tits in his hands, bit at her nipples, chewed at the meat of her breasts.
"Oooh fuck," Hellie moaned.
He lifted her up, spreading her legs around him, and after some finagling and grunting, she felt his cock press against her clit just before it pushed into her pussy.
"Oh god!" She cried, wetter than even she had realized. Her clit was buzzing from the wine, extra needy and extra sensitive.
"That's it," the man murmured. "That's it, you big-titty skank! Tell me you love this fat cock."
"Mmmmm fuck," Hellie yelped. "I like it Daddy! I like your big fat cock!"
"God," the man groaned.
He came in her pussy almost immediately, and after gingerly putting her back down on her feet, he left her there, dripping cum, her thong still in his jacket pocket.
As he opened the door, a waiter came in, closing it behind him. He bent Hellie over, took her pussy from behind, grabbed her ass hard as he pounded his cock into her.
"Wait here," he said after he'd cum in her pussy. He left, and moments later, three more waiters entered the pantry. Each of them took out their cock, and Hellie struggled to jerk and suck and lick all of them, always holding two as she sucked the third. Finally, one of them grabbed her head, fucking her mouth until he came on her tongue, lips, and face. Then he left.
The remained two waiters lifted Hellie and she whispered for them to please fuck her pussy and asshole. They did, the first guy sliding his cock up her pussy as the second guy pushed his dick, wet from the blowjob, into her ass. The first guy shoved two fingers into her mouth, muffling her as they slowly began to find their rhythm inside her snug holes. Gradually, steadily, they began to fuck her in earnest, with Hellie yelping and sobbing between them. The man fucking her ass held her hips tightly, and the man with his cock in her pussy held a titty in his free hand.
When the pantry door next opened, they all looked up, startled, but the men didn't stop. Hellie bounced helplessly between them, whimpering in pleasure and the delicious humiliation of being caught while she was filled with cock. Then she bit her lip, realizing the man staring at her was Nicolai.
He grinned at her, then simply shut the door.
"Good," one of the guys muttered. "I'm not done fucking this slut."
"Goddam fucking straight," the other man panted. "I'm not stopping til I nut in her pussy."
Hellie moaned.
"Her ass is so tight," said the man fucking her ass, and Hellie whimpered again.
"Gonna make you fucking pregnant," said the man in her pussy. "Oh fuck...fuck!!" He came, pushing his cock in deep. Hellie moaned and shivered as his body shuddered against her, splashing hot cum into her until she felt it gush onto her thighs. As he pulled his cock out, the second guy came in her asshole, groaning and digging his fingers into her hips and ass cheeks.
"Fucking slut," he grunted. "Right up your tight asshole, you fucking slut!"
The two waiters left her on the pantry floor, leaking cum, breathing deep, unsure whether to go back or wait for the next man to fuck her. After some time passed, she pulled the top of the dress back over her breasts and crept out into an empty kitchen. She managed to find a bathroom, where she cleaned the cum from her thighs and ass crack, knowing that more would soon leak out as she walked down the hall.
When she re-entered the room where the tasting was, there were fewer people, Nicolai was speaking with a couple who looked as rich as anyone else there but seemed to be slightly younger, even the man.
Hellie saw Nicolai gesture to her, and then each of them nodded. Nicolai waved her over.
"Hellie, this is Marlena and her husband, Tino." He grinned. "Could you take off your dress for them, please?"
Hellie's pussy gushed, and Hellie swallowed, feeling an excited and scared flutter in her stomach. "He-here, sir?"
Nicolai nodded. "Yes. Here." He paused.
Hellie stared at him.
"Now."
