Hellie was bent over a fancily-set dinner table, completely naked, and surrounded by four men. One of whom was about to brutalize her asshole with his dick.
Shawn stood over Hellie. He had just taken a "before" photo of her asshole, and now he set his phone down. He rubbed Hellie's bare ass, massaging and squeezing her full, round bottom. He ran his thumb over the fold and line where her ass met her thigh, groped her there. He squeezed both cheeks with two hands, dug in his finger tips, kneaded her ass like bread. Then he began to touch her ass crack, running his finger slowly over her asshole, up and down.
"Ooh," Hellie breathed.
"Let's give you a little taste," he said, and he slid his middle finger carefully into Hellie's asshole.
"Nnnnhhhh," Hellie moaned. She pressed her ass back, taking more of his finger.
"Fuck yeah," Ponytail- an unnamed man to Hellie who wore his long hair in a ponytail- murmured.
Charles, an older man with a white mustache, watched, completely rapt. Hellie couldn't help but notice his hand was on his crotch.
Brandoff, Hellie's Daddy for the night, wasn't far from Shawn, studying Hellie's ass.
"Well look at that," said Shawn. "Ass is so tight but she likes it!" He slid his finger out, and squeezed a generous amount of lube onto her asshole and up and down her crack.
"Oh!" Hellie gasped.
He squeezed lube onto his cockhead, down the length of his shaft. And then he pressed the head of his cock just inside of her asshole.
"Let's dig this ass out," Shawn murmured.
Hellie felt the delicious sting as he stretched her rim.
"Please," she breathed.
Shawn pushed just a little bit deeper.
"You're gonna take this," he said with another small push forward. "You're gonna take this dick, aren't you baby?"
"Yessss," Hellie groaned.
"How's that feel?" He pushed in just a little bit more, paused to pour more lube onto her hole, onto his dick.
"It's so big," Hellie whined. "It's so fucking big!"
"That's right, let's give your ass a stretch. Breathe for me baby." They both groaned as he sank his cock deeper into her ass until finally he was buried to the hilt and Hellie was moaning, squealing, whimpering, squirming as he filled her.
"That's a good slut," Shawn grunted. "Good girls take it in the ass, don't they baby?"
"Yes, yes Shawn."
Charles was now openly jerking off.
Hellie suddenly felt a rush of deeper arousal move through her body, her neck, her stomach, her throat, her ass.
"Can I suck on it?" she panted. "Can I suck your cock?" She looked desperately to Charles.
"Yeah baby," said Shawn. "Suck that oldass dick."
"Is that really necessary?" Charles asked. Still, he came over from the other side of the table and positioned himself to sit across from them. He held his cock, which looked even harder than Hellie had thought possible.
Shawn manhandled Hellie, grabbing her tits and waist as he moved her down onto her hands and knees on the floor. He came down with her, keeping his heavy cock lodged up her ass, and then he began to fuck her.
As this happened, Charles slipped his own cock into Hellie's mouth, muffling her cry as her ass was used. She moaned, imagining how she must look with one man's cock in her asshole and one in her mouth. Charles' cock wasn't long, and when Hellie easily deepthroated him he cried out in grateful, surprised pleasure.
Shawn reached down and pushed Hellie's head gently, keeping Charles cock in her throat. With his other hand, Shawn reached under Hellie and pressed two fingers into her pussy. Hellie cried out, her mouth full of cock. Her pussy squeezed down on his fingers, her ass squeezed on his dick. She began to shake, consumed with the pleasure of being full, being wanton, being rented out and used like a real fuckdoll could be between friends or roommates. She felt her ass gripping his cock even as his cock forced her open.
Shawn began to move with long and steady strokes inside her, reopening her tight ass deeply each time he pushed himself back into her. It felt scary, like she could break open or come apart, and a little painful, pushing further and further beyond what she thought she could take...and it was delicious. Dangerous but necessary, like something she had needed, as though she could feel something long-closed being reopened inside her.
She began to press back to meet each thrust, screaming on the cock in her mouth, which remained there but moved much more gently, more mercifully.
"You sound so good with a dick in your mouth baby," said Shawn. "It's okay, I know what you want to tell me, I know you love this dick up your ass." He began to fuck her harder, making her scream, making her beg without words. It was too much, too much for her but she needed it, needed that fullness, needed to be used. He stroked her inside, again and again. She felt pierced, split open, vulnerable. She felt like willing prey, ready and happy to be torn apart, ripped to pieces.
"Hnnnnghhhhh," she groaned on Charles' dick. At this point, the old man was barely moving, just shaking, and she knew he would soon cum down her throat. When it happened, she felt her eyes roll back involuntarily.
"Yup, swallow that," Shawn murmured, holding the back of her head and keeping it on Charles cock. "Go ahead and swallow that, baby. We know what you like, don't we?"
"Hhhhaaaaaannnhhhh," Hellie moaned, gulping down Charles's flavorless cum, what felt like cups and cups of it being poured into her throat, and then she was cumming, cumming all around Shawn's fingers, his dick stuck up her ass as her hole pulled at him, gripping at him as though begging him to stay inside her. Charles too was groaning, shaking as the last drops of his jizz burst into the back of Hellie's throat.
The men waited until Hellie's body calmed, until she slowly and carefully slid her mouth from Charles' softening cock.
Charles reached down, stroked her hair. "What a good, sweet girl you are," he murmured to her. "With a wonderful little pussy and a skilled little mouth." He leaned down and kissed the top of her head before settling back in his chair.
