The Company Cocktail Took Us Further Than Expected

Only a couple of weeks had passed since that weekend at my place with Rodrigo, and the office routine was already bending out of shape because of him. Don Rodrigo, our director, was a quiet, discreet man, the kind who says little and plans a lot. So I was surprised when one Monday he had me called into his office.

—For Wednesday I need four of you here —he said without looking up from his papers—. Mini skirt, high heels, the best presentation. There’ll be a cocktail event with clients and I want the company to look good.

Three of the chosen women were obvious: the trusted ones, the ones closest to him. Daniela and I racked our brains trying to figure out the fourth.

—Tall, elegant, knows how to behave and, above all, discreet —was the only thing he clarified when I sent word to ask.

We settled on Renata, who always dressed well, had a good way of talking, and, most importantly, was cheerful and up for our craziness. The only thing left to confirm was whether she knew how to keep a secret.

—I’ve never walked in high heels —Brenda, the receptionist, confessed with a panicked look.

—Then you’re going to learn —I told her—. You’re the face of the group. You’re the one they’re going to look at most.

***

That same afternoon we went to the shoe store Rodrigo had pointed us to, a luxury place in the mall, with individual armchairs and salesmen in suits. A kind man, about fifty and still handsome, helped us with infinite patience.

With Brenda he immediately realized the poor thing had no clue. She only knew how to move in boots on her motorcycle and in flip-flops at the office. He tried model after model until he found a mid-height heel that at least wouldn’t kill her.

—This is what’s being worn now —he explained to her—. But you’ll have to practice right away if you’re showing up in front of your boss on Wednesday. Ask your friends for help, it’s not that hard. Just don’t start hating shoes.

One of the other owners came over while they were packing everything up. His name was Adrián and, laughing, he told us that he, Gerardo, and a third partner, Saúl, ran the business.

—So Rodrigo is sending you —he said amused—. He likes to see you looking pretty all the time. Say hello to him for me and tell him we loved meeting his beauties.

The tragedy started when we stepped out into the street. Brenda took two steps, wobbled, and clutched my arm.

—What am I going to do? I’m going to smash my face in!

—When we get to my place you’ll put them on and we’ll start the lessons —Daniela cut in—. We’ve got forty-eight hours. You’re going to walk in heels and you’re going to enjoy it too.

***

Renata didn’t make it that first day, but the next Daniela brought her to me, completely won over. They had sold her platform heels with an exterior platform that made her look even taller than she already was. We all agreed to meet that afternoon at El Mirador, the discreet place we went when we wanted to be alone, without schedules or other people’s eyes.

Renata arrived squeezed into Daniela’s car, nervous and curious in equal measure. She was still wearing the company uniform and, even so, looked gorgeous. She took the shoes out of a bag just to show them to us.

—At the shoe store the salesman treated me wonderfully —she said, lowering her voice—. He got a little carried away, but I’m not complaining. He slid his hand under my skirt under the pretext of pulling my stockings up, and he stuck two fingers in my cunt right there, with the fitting room door half open. I almost came standing up.

We went into the usual room. Later Brenda and Noelia showed up, and the room filled with laughter. Renata stared at everything with wide eyes.

—Take off that horrible uniform —Noelia ordered her—. Here each of us left hers behind the first time. That’s the rule.

The five of us undressed her before she had time to protest. We yanked off her blouse, pulled down her skirt in one tug, and she was left in a bra and white panties, cheeks red and breathing hard.

—But nobody told me this was all women! —she laughed, blushing.

—Don’t worry —I told her—. Make yourself comfortable. What do you want to drink?

Brenda, who had been standing still watching her, came up to Renata and brushed one breast with her fingertips, over the lace.

—What pretty tits you have —she murmured—. Don’t mind me, they just look so delicious. Makes you want to suck them.

—Thanks —Renata replied, not moving away—. I like that someone likes them.

I wanted to too. She herself undid the clasp on her bra, pulled one breast out with both hands, and brought it to my mouth. I caught the nipple with my lips, licked it in circles, and sucked hard, tugging it with my teeth until I heard her moan for the first time. I moved to the other one and did the same, more slowly, while Brenda knelt beside her and bit her neck. I finished pulling down her underwear and showed her mine, laughing at the difference.

—No comparison —I said, and they all burst out laughing.

Before going on, I had to get serious for a moment and give them the real instructions.

—The cocktail is for four important clients. Formal. Those guests usually think we’re more than hostesses and take liberties. Defend yourselves however you can, with elegance. Or give in, if that’s what you decide. But discretion above all.

—And if they go too far? —Renata asked, nervous again.

—You think about it —I told her—. Make an elegant decision. Or let yourself go, if that’s what you feel. If they put a cock in your hand and you get hungry, suck it. No one’s going to judge you.

***

The drinks arrived, doubles as always, and with them a catalog of toys. Daniela picked a huge one immediately for Brenda, black and veiny, reminding her with laughs of her vacation in Montreal. Noelia and I hesitated for a while until I chose a long, thick, double-headed one, with both tips shaped like real cocks.

—And how do you use that? —Renata asked, very curious.

—You put one end in one cunt and the other end in the other cunt —I explained bluntly—. You fuck each other until you both come. Each one picks hers and keeps it for the next visit. If you didn’t like it, you swap it. Go on, try it.

She asked for one just like mine and, on top of that, another shorter but just as thick, for the ass. Those who still had any clothes left finished taking them off. The whole room turned into a tangle of skin, tits pressed against tits, and laughter growing ever rougher.

—Can I try you? —Renata asked me, completely naked now, nipples hard and legs barely apart.

—Come here. Lie down —I told her—. Has anyone ever taken you from behind? Has anyone ever put anything in your ass?

—Never. I’m a beginner at all this. Will you be patient with me?

—We’re going to learn by trying.

She hugged me and kissed me with a urgency I hadn’t expected from someone so shy a minute earlier. Her tongue pushed into my mouth with hunger, searching for me, and our breasts flattened against each other, nipples touching and rubbing as if they had a life of their own. She went down to suck my tits hard, taking one nipple into her mouth until it was red, glancing up at me every so often as if asking for permission she already had.

—Keep going down —I told her, gently pushing her head.

Renata obeyed. She licked my navel, ran her tongue along my hip, and settled between my open legs. The first lick was timid, just the tip of her tongue over my already soaked cunt. The second was not. She opened my lips with two fingers and sucked my clit whole, taking it in slowly, with an intuition that surprised me.

—Like that, suck right there, don’t stop —I gasped, gripping her hair—. Get your tongue in there. Put it inside me.

She did. She shoved it in as far as she could and started fucking me with it, in and out, while she worked her thumb up and down my clit. I spread my legs wider, pushing my pelvis against her face, smearing her mouth with my juices. When I was close, I pulled her away.

—Now me to you. Open up.

I settled us face to face, pussy to pussy, and opened her cunt with my fingers. It was shiny, swollen, dripping. I shoved two fingers in at once and she arched her back. I pulled them out soaking wet and slid them back, until they brushed the little hole of her ass. I wet it with her own juices, circling around the hole, pressing just the tip of my finger.

—Relax. It won’t hurt if you relax.

I lowered my head and sucked her clit while I sank my finger into her ass up to the knuckle. Renata let out a cry that filled the room. Her body responded in long tremors, her pussy contracting around my other two fingers and her ass clenching the one I had inside her. I took the short toy she had asked for, moistened it well with saliva and with what was leaking from her, and started easing it into her ass, very slowly.

—I’ve never felt it like this —she panted, instinctively closing her legs and opening them again—. Keep going. Please, keep going. Put it in. Put it all the way in.

Every time she let the tension go, the toy went in a little farther. I got her used to it without rushing, five centimeters, seven, ten, until she herself began pushing her hips back, asking for more. When it was all the way in, I left it there and licked her cunt again, feeling the toy pressing against my tongue from the other side of the wall.

—And the other end? —she asked between sighs, pointing to the double one.

—That’s for sharing. Want to try?

I turned her onto her back, spread her legs, and positioned myself in front of her, mine open too like scissors, our cunts almost touching. I slid one end of the toy into her vagina, pushing it halfway in. She shivered and grabbed the other end with both hands.

—Now you. Put it in me —I asked her.

Renata brought the other head to me and started forcing it into my cunt. I was so wet the toy slipped in without resistance. We moved hard, clumsy at first, ramming ourselves at the same time, until both ends were deep inside and our pelvises really began to collide, cunt against cunt with the rubber in between.

—Press against me, all the way —I asked—. Like that, move your ass. When you feel my clit touching yours, that’s when everything comes.

And so it was. Our pubic mounds flattened against each other, wet and slippery, and the toy disappeared entirely between us. I started moving in circles, grinding my clit against hers, and Renata shook uncontrollably, with the other toy still in her ass, doubly penetrated. Her moans spread to me and I, who almost never make a sound, ended up screaming as loudly as she did. I came first, clamping down on the double-ender between my legs, and felt Renata come right after, arched, mouth open, tits bouncing with the rhythm of her contractions.

The other three were watching us without moving. Noelia suddenly hugged me from behind, slipped a hand between my legs, and rubbed my swollen clit while I was still trembling. Daniela caught Brenda, who was still hypnotized watching us with one hand inside her panties.

—They took it so well, with how thick it is —Brenda commented, licking her lips—. I got wet just watching them.

Renata and I kept moving slowly until we pulled the toy out with a wet pop. We stayed still, exhausted and laughing. The rest of the afternoon was all about that: trying toys, taking turns sucking Brenda as if they were real cocks, teaching Renata how to ride the rubber post Noelia shoved into the center of the bed, helping her walk in heels naked amid stumbles and applause. When night fell, Renata followed me home so I could teach her, calmly, what we had only just started at El Mirador. That night I put my fingers in her up to the elbow and taught her how to come in my face.

***

On the day of the cocktail, the four of us were stunning. Heels, tight dresses, necklines measured to the millimeter. There were even photographers: Carmen, Rodrigo’s secretary, had announced on social media that there would be models, and they showed up like wasps. Renata, with her height, was the first to steal glances. Brenda walked confidently, not a single stumble, proud of her new skill.

My job was to greet the guests. The first to arrive was a woman no one had expected: Valeria, a business partner, divorced, elegant to the core. Rodrigo quietly asked me to take care of her.

We sat together for the entire evening and, without planning it, hit it off. We talked about our daughters, about silly things, about life. She had a way of looking at me that left no room for doubt, and at one point she put her hand on my thigh, under the tablecloth, and slid it up until she brushed my pussy. Before saying goodbye we exchanged phone numbers and promised to see each other soon.

The reception ended well for everyone. Renata left on Saúl’s arm, the one from the shoe store, who turned out to know her already; as he crossed the door he winked at me, happy, and whispered in my ear that he was going to get fucked in three holes. Rodrigo, for his part, made no effort to hide it: he left glued to Brenda, his hand on her ass. And Daniela also had that smile of someone who already had two cocks promised for the night.

***

I had barely gotten home when the phone rang. It was Valeria.

—Stop by my place first —she told me—. I have something for you.

Her house was modern, with a beautiful garden and four little dogs running around. She had me go upstairs and showed me a sheer baby doll she had bought for herself but, she said, it didn’t fit her.

—Try it on. I’m sure it’s your size.

It was. It fit me perfectly, so short you could see my lace panties and so thin my nipples showed through the fabric. She laid me back on the bed under the pretense of fastening the crotch snaps and, very slowly, her fingers did much more than fasten anything. She moved my panties aside, slid two fingers between my lips, and found my clit with the pad of her thumb, pressing exactly where it feels best, pretending to be clumsy.

—Tasty? —she whispered, pushing them in all the way—. I hadn’t noticed when I bought it, but seeing you like this turns me on. You’re soaked. You’re gorgeous. Keep it.

Her fingers went in and out with a slapping sound that left no room for doubt. She bent down and blew on my clit before giving it a long lick from bottom to top, then sucking me with her lips tight. I grabbed her head and pressed her face against my pussy, rocking my hips over her mouth. She ate like someone with years of hunger built up, sticking out her tongue as far as she could, searching for me deep inside. When we were both lit up, her face smeared and me close, my phone rang again. It was Brenda, her voice nervous, asking to sleep at my house. Valeria, who was listening with her mouth still pressed to my thigh, laughed.

—Tell her yes. We’ll get together the three of us and see what we can invent —she suggested—. But she should bring company. Good company. Bring cocks.

Half an hour later, in my living room, everything fell into place on its own. Brenda arrived, and behind her came Rodrigo and two more men: Mateo, whom I already knew, and Diego, a handsome young guy I was seeing for the first time, tall, dark-haired, with big hands.

—So you’re the girlfriend? —Valeria laughed when she saw Rodrigo, and they hugged with an enthusiasm that left no doubt.

We poured drinks and the photo Valeria had taken of me in the baby doll passed from hand to hand amid laughter. The conversation soon turned to the inevitable. It was Brenda who started, undressing Rodrigo as a joke, tugging at his belt while we encouraged her. She yanked down his pants and boxer briefs in one motion and pulled out a cock already half-hard, thick, with his balls tight. She knelt right there and took it into her mouth to the throat, sucking him with her eyes closed while Rodrigo grabbed the back of her neck and set the pace.

Valeria and I only hung back for a moment. Then she took Mateo to the big sofa and I grabbed Diego by the hand and led him to the couch next to it. I unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock, and stared at it for a second. It was long, thick, with a shiny head and a prominent vein underneath. My mouth watered.

—It’s gorgeous —I told him, and took it all the way in.

I sucked the tip slowly, circling the crown with my tongue, and then took him in little by little until he hit the back of my throat. Diego threw his head back and let out a rough groan. I started going up and down, sucking him with real hunger, covering his balls in saliva and letting it drip over them. I licked them one by one, took them into my mouth, then went back up. Next to me I heard Valeria doing the same with Mateo, and farther off Brenda, who had already climbed onto Rodrigo astride and was taking him all the way inside, riding him slowly, moaning in his ear.

Every pair found its rhythm. Valeria, driven by urgency, ended up riding Mateo until his ass slapped against her thighs, and then letting herself be taken in a hundred ways: on all fours, tits crushed against the backrest, with one leg over Mateo’s shoulder, screaming and panting to the very end. At one point Mateo turned her face down, spread her ass, and drove his cock into her ass in one thrust. Valeria let out a howl and begged for more, deeper, harder. Brenda and Rodrigo, on the other hand, went slower, almost tender, kissing between each thrust as if the rest of us didn’t exist, although Brenda was already leaking a little ribbon of semen from the corners of her mouth after sucking him until he came once.

Diego threw me onto my back, ripped off my panties, and spread my legs wide open. He bent down and ate my cunt with a brutality that made me jerk. He licked me from top to bottom, pushed his tongue inside me, pulled it out, sucked my clit until it was throbbing. Then he straightened up, grabbed my hips, and drove his cock all the way in. I screamed. He filled me completely, so deep I could feel the tip hit something. He started fucking me with long thrusts, pulling almost all the way out and slamming back in, setting a rhythm that made my thighs slap against my ass.

—Like that, give it to me like that, don’t stop —I begged, gripping his ass to drive it in deeper—. Break me, give me more.

He turned me over and put me on all fours. He grabbed my hair with one hand and with the other he pushed it in from behind, still inside my cunt. My ass bounced against his pelvis with every thrust. He bent down, spit on his thumb, and started working it into my ass while still fucking my cunt. I was gone. He took me to the edge over and over until everything became one single explosion: I came out screaming, soaking his cock, feeling myself clench around him and around his finger at the same time.

—Inside —I demanded when I felt him speeding up—. Come inside. Fill me up.

And he understood. He drove it in to the hilt and unloaded inside me with a long groan, pushing each spurt out with one more thrust, as if to shove the semen deep into me. I felt the heat inside, pulsing.

I didn’t let him stop. I kept rocking my ass over him, squeezing his cock that was still hard, until that body, already surrendering, woke up for a second round. I turned around, laid him on his back, and climbed on top. I tucked a pillow under my hips as I lowered myself again, face up, looking for even more depth, my legs folded over my chest. Diego sank in to the balls. We started over, and this time it was longer, dirtier, with him licking my tits and me biting his neck, until we both collapsed, spent and happy, with semen dripping between my thighs.

***

Later, Valeria and I got into the shower together while the others recovered in the living room. The hot water poured over us and she stood behind me, soaping my breasts with both hands, pinching my nipples between her fingers.

—Did you like watching us? —she asked, running soap over my back and down to my ass, slipping a soapy finger between my cheeks.

—I loved it —I admitted, leaning against her—. I don’t know why I enjoy watching so much. Seeing my boss fucking my friend turned me on as much as feeling your tongue.

She turned me around, knelt under the stream of water, and ate my cunt again, licking Diego’s semen out of me, swallowing it without disgust. Then she came up, kissed me on the mouth, and made me taste it.

—I was missing something —she confessed, pouting—. Mateo doesn’t know what he’s doing. He put it in my ass but came in three thrusts. Next time I organize it, and I’ll choose better.

—Next time? —I smiled, slipping two fingers between her legs now.

—Wouldn’t you like that? You saw how I am. And I’ve already seen what you’re surrounded by.

—I know a couple who are definitely worth it —I said, moving my fingers inside her slowly, feeling her clench—. Discreet and very well endowed. I’ll introduce you. One has a cock no one can take in one go. You’ll be praying to it.

—Weekdays suit me better —she murmured, hugging me under the water, rubbing her wet tits against mine—. Even so, naked, we’re all the same and we feel the same.

I turned off the tap thinking that cocktail party had really only been the beginning.