A sexy exhibition

Diana swallowed hard. She pushed her saliva down her throat and back into her belly. The first Herd brother tucked a loose strand of her jet black waves of hair to the back of her right ear, her dark blue eyes continued to scan his lustful face.

Her panties were already coated with her juices.

Did she really want to follow them and experience the thrill of being slutted out by two mysterious men who turned out to be her mates?

The answer was yes.

Was she terrified?

The answer was also yes.

She turned to the dark-haired brother and nodded eagerly. A wry smile appeared on her face, her intestines danced in her stomach, as well as the butterflies present there.

"Excellent." He replied with a broader smile. Even with the dim Burundi lights in the room, she noticed the sparkle in his eyes as he spoke to her.

"Rise." The red-haired spoke.

Diana turned sharply to him and slowly placed her feet on the ground. She stood up, even though her feet were starting to wobble and it felt like she would fall to the ground.

She took a few steps backwards, allowing the brothers enough space to rise from their seats.

The red-haired put down his cigarette, while the dark-haired brother abandoned his vape on the table.

Diana was left in awe when both men rose up to their feet.

It was the first time she had noticed what they were wearing.

The red-haired Herd was in an all black suit, and a black turtleneck shirt. He wore a thin diamond pendant around his neck, and stud earrings on both his ears. His red hair was packed in a small ponytail above his head and he stood almost seven feet tall.

The dark-haired Herd was almost as tall as his brother. He was clad in an all navy blue suit, and gray undershirt with the first three buttons undone. Unlike his brother, his hair was short, and gelled to the back of his head.

He was without ornaments or piercings, yet he looked just as merciless and dangerous as his brother, if not more.

It would have been impossible to know they were related, talk more of siblings, if someone did not pay close attention to the resemblance in their eyes, stances, height and chiseled jaw. One looked like the other form of the other.

"Let's go." The red-haired spoke, as he walked in front of her.

Diana turned around and stared at both of them. They had just left her to walk on her own. What if she didn't…

Before she could finish her statement in her head, she was uprooted from the ground and flung over the shoulder of a very tall bouncer.

She wanted to scream, but the dark-haired brother turned to her.

"Handle her with care, Maxim. She's special to us."

Shit!

Her panties dampened even more.

She gulped hard and allowed the bouncer to carry her out of the club. Soon, they were far away from the heat, alcohol and loud music.

They kept on walking until they got to a white limousine. The brothers entered the car, but she was pushed into a white Range Rover behind them.

She was kept in-between two huge men, but none of them dared to look at her. Their thick bodies also blocked her view of the windows.

The drive must have lasted nothing less than an hour. She would have slept off in the car if the air conditioner wasn't freezing her naked body.

She had left the club without her clothes. But she did not mind, she'll get them much later.

When the car stopped, Diana relaxed into the seat as the men beside her hopped out of the car. It was raining already, and she was instructed to wait.

When the door opened, a man was standing in front of her with a huge umbrella.

"The masters are waiting for you." He spoke, stretching his right hand towards her.

Diana placed her right hand in his, and allowed him to help her down. He placed the umbrella over her head, but did not touch her.

The building was nothing short of a luxurious villa. The exterior walls of the house - except for the glass walls - were polished with black paint. The rain had almost filled the hexagonal shaped pool to the brim. She faced her front and took quick steps into the house.

When the man pressed the door open, he allowed her to walk in.

Diana took one step into the dark room - the only means of lighting were dark blue bulbs placed on different locations in the room - and her cold disappeared from her body.

The room was warm and dark. It smelt of coffee, paint and a really sweet air freshener.

It must have been the living room. She found leather couches scattered all over the room. But it appeared to be more like an art studio.

Studio easels, paints, paint brushes, and canvases were on display at one end of the room.

The painted portraits of naked women on the walls of the room intrigued her. She couldn't help but wonder who the artist was between the brothers.

She had not seen either of them since she left the club. Just as she was about to take a few steps closer to the stairs, she heard footsteps approach her.

Diana stood still and waited for the grand reveal. She stood with her hands by her sides, and watched as the men stepped down from the stairs.

They were both shirtless, with nothing but their suit pants on.

The red-haired Herd had a black apron tied around his neck and thin waist. The muscles in their arms had her pussy itching.

They were amazing, both of them.

She continued to look at them, even as they walked past her as though they did not see her. The red-haired brother took a seat behind his studio easel.

He was an artist.

He picked up a paint brush and pulled the small table that contained his palettes close to him, while the dark-haired brother stood by his side.

Diana was still planted at the foot of the staircase, none of them had instructed her to do otherwise.

"Come here, little mate." The dark-haired one spoke. Diana obeyed his melodious voice and walked to the couch in front of them, where she stood still.

Both men raked their eyes down her naked body. With each stare, Diana basked in the thoughts of all they were going to do to her, all she wanted them to do to her.

"Strip." Their voices filled the room simultaneously.

Diana did not wait a second longer. She reached out to the hooks of her bra and unhooked the fabric. She allowed the straps fall from her hands, while the lace kissed the ground.

Her round breasts and hard nipples were now in full display in front of the brothers.

She touched the waistband of her panties and pushed it down to her thighs, before stepping out of it. Her pussy juice ran down her thighs. Her cheeks flushed as she pressed heregs together.

"Sit on the couch, open your legs." The artist spoke.

Diana felt a rush of excitement and disgust at the same time. But she allowed herself to bask in the excitement.

She settled into the warm couch and spread her legs open. Her glistening pussy was in full display in front of their eyes.

The artist worked a drawing on his canvas, she watched the muscles in his hands move as his hands moved.

When she heard the sound of a zipper being pulled, she turned to the dark-haired brother.

He pulled the zip of her pants down and eased his dick out of the pants.

Diana felt his blue eyes drill holes into her pussy. She suddenly felt hot all over, warm sweat broke out of the skin of her forehead.

His dick was huge. He was by all means a big man, a very big man. He was hard and firm. She wished she could reach out to him and touch it.

He took his hard dick in his right hand and stroked himself gently, while allowing his eyes to dance around her body. Diana could not take her eyes off him. He was touching himself and looking at her, jacking off to her image.

His strokes grew faster and harder. His loud moans filled the room. Diana watched him throw his handsome head backwards. She wanted him to touch her, to feel her. She wanted to feel his hard dick stroke the walls of her wet pussy.

"Shit." The dark-haired man spoke. He looked up at his brother with a cheeky smile.

"You won't mind drawing her while she swallows my cum, would you? I want to cum in her small and warm mouth."

Diana felt a pool of desire form in her stomach.

The artist chuckled and turned his eyes to her. His green eyes were dark and stern.

He corked his right brow at her.

"You heard him, didn't you?"