When I Finished with Him, the Other Four Were Applauding

After receiving the best sex of her entire life, Renata thought it was over. She was wrong.

Suddenly, applause broke out. It was coming from the four armchairs surrounding the bed. She turned and, to her surprise, there was the rest of the investment fund’s male team. They were naked, aroused, completely worked up by the show they had just witnessed and of which she, lost in the passion Klaus had stirred in her, had not even been aware.

Renata smiled, still dazed, as she received the cheers of four athletic, shaved bodies. If my friends could see me now —she thought— or rather, my ex-friends.

Instead of covering herself, she found herself returning their appreciation with lewd smiles, her hands roaming over her breasts and sex, licking the fingers stained with what Klaus had left in her mouth. She did it without knowing the party had only just begun.

Klaus sat up until he was at her height. He gave her a long kiss, plunging his tongue as far as he could while she answered with hers, and then he whispered that his men never approved an investment without testing the product first. So they were eager to enjoy the Spanish boss, who had earned it the hard way after all the work of closing the deal of the year.

The words threw her off. She was still panting, and Renata was thrown off by surprises, especially ones she couldn’t control. And this one had slipped completely out of her hands.

—If I’ve taken you to heaven —said Klaus— these four are going to take you beyond the stars. They’ve wanted you since Monday’s meeting. They won’t settle down until they make the boss come.

Despite the excitement, she could still think. Now she understood why her team had been so happy to work with Klaus’s people. How naive I was —she chided herself— not to notice what was happening around me. Either she smartened up, or this was going to get completely out of hand.

Without giving her time to cool down or start refusing, Klaus tied a blindfold over her eyes. He told her not to worry, that he would be there, but that his boys needed to be clear that the investment they were about to approve was worth several zeroes after the one.

Renata sat on the edge of the bed, blindfolded, waiting for the pleasure of those who had just applauded her.

A thousand thoughts flashed through her mind in those seconds. Some of them shouted at her to run, to call the police. In the space of a breath, the last eight years of her life flashed through her head.

***

This time there were no preliminaries. With barely any time to get comfortable, one of the men shoved his cock into her mouth while the others laughed and egged her on. Then she understood there was no turning back, that this would be nothing like the tenderness with which Klaus had begun.

The nipple pinches came, the bites, tongues everywhere. All of it with a frenzy she had never felt before. Laughter, filthy words in different languages, all of which she understood, and that, paradoxically, turned her on even more. It was exactly what she had heard other women say about orgies, the sort of thing she had never believed could happen to her. But there she was, blindfolded and surrendered to the whims of her “clients.” At that moment she decided she would not let them down.

Someone shoved her down and lunged at her sex, sucking it with brutal intensity. The fall almost dislodged the blindfold, and while she adjusted it, another took advantage of the moment to hold her arms above her head and fill her mouth again.

Through the gap in the fabric she could make them out. Bram and Sander, the two Dutchmen, were holding her. On one side she saw Yuri, masturbating and puffing like an animal waiting for his turn while he nibbled one of her nipples. And she also saw Mateo, the only Spaniard in the group, the youngest of them all. He had a delicate air, and it could only be him brushing the lobe of her left ear with his lips. Strangely, it was that detail —and not the others’ roughness— that drove her mad, sending her into spasms that could easily be mistaken for orgasms. Sander, who was devouring her pussy, noticed: he lifted her legs and started fucking her hard.

The first sandwich of the orgy was already assembled. While Bram kept thrusting into her mouth, Sander hugged her from behind, trapping her legs between them. The two of them laughed and spoke to her in Dutch without the slightest mercy. She tried not to choke, but Bram forced the situation until, when he pulled his cock out of her mouth, Renata let out a moan that they celebrated with laughter.

Despite the violence of the scene, she felt magnificent. Her mind made a decision: turn every discomfort into pleasure. And she did.

The two Dutchmen growled like savages as they crushed her in that embrace. Sander fucked her so hard it lifted her hips off the bed. Bram was no slouch. Renata couldn’t hold back a few tears, mixed with moans and phrases in English that only excited them more.

—You’re beasts —she panted— you’re going to drive me crazy.

Suddenly they stopped. Bram yanked her up by the hair, kissed her violently, and threw her back onto the bed. He lay on his back and set her on top of him. With his enormous hands he held her hips and guided her until he speared her. By then that night, Renata could take all of it. The two of them tangled in a shared groan that made the others applaud.

Sander didn’t take long to complete the scene. He leaned over her without the slightest gentleness and fucked her from behind, setting up the second sandwich of the afternoon.

—Please! What the hell is this? —Renata shouted, being double-penetrated for the first time in her life.

She brought a hand to her mouth so she wouldn’t scream, no longer sure whether what she felt was pleasure or the opposite. Sander slapped her hand away and ordered her to let go, to howl as much as she wanted.

The scene turned into utter madness. The three of them were sweating buckets. She started to lose her shame and moan like never before. Just as had happened earlier with Klaus, once she got past the first pain of the double penetration, she took the reins and began egging them on.

—Yes, yes, yes! I want to feel your blows while you take me to the limit, you bastards.

It was obvious now that she was the one calling the shots.

—And your cum, when are we getting that? —she shot back between laughter and gasps— Or have you all gone dry after fucking my team so much?

***

Bram barked an order at his partner and the two of them pulled out at once, letting her fall to the floor. Sander grabbed her by the hair, growled at her to show them she was the wild thing they expected, and both of them came at the same time into her mouth. She swallowed what she could; the rest ran down her cheeks to her breasts.

She was still licking her lips when a huge weight lifted her off the ground and impaled her standing up, in the air. It was Yuri, who couldn’t take it anymore. She learned later that he had come from spending the night with a couple of tourists at his hotel, but Renata had put him through the roof.

—You’re going to see how a steppe bear fucks —he growled in her ear while holding her with one arm.

None of it was gentle. Renata’s exhausted body was nothing against the Russian’s nearly two meters. He carried her out into the garden, laid her on the grass, and fucked her with such hunger that it hurt to hear the collision of bodies. With the move, the blindfold finally fell away, and at last she could see his whole face as he pounded into her. She hugged him, kissed him, and did not hold back on the cries.

Yuri lifted her again, turned her over, and fucked her from behind, once more holding her aloft. But he lasted less than he thought: with a howl, he pulled out of her and shoved himself into her mouth, holding her head. What he hadn’t expected was that, instead of pulling away, Renata would grab his ass and press him against her, taking every last drop in her throat. Even so, she kept him inside for a good while, until he was completely spent.

When she let him go, instead of collapsing, she turned to Klaus and Mateo.

—And the youngest one isn’t going to fuck me? Or is he here as an intern?

—Of course he is —Klaus laughed—. Did you think the youngest one was going to stand there and watch?

Just as she was about to go to Mateo, the other four lifted her by each limb, leaving her in the air as if strapped to a rack. For four men that big, holding her was like moving a feather.

—Now she’s all yours —Klaus ordered the Spaniard.

Mateo knelt and began licking her sex gently. After everything she had endured, those caresses tasted like glory. She had not stopped being aroused for a single moment, so the boy had no trouble drinking from her, as she went from being out of reach to surrendering without reserve.

In that position she had a problem: she couldn’t touch herself, and Mateo, with his tongue and fingers, was driving her desperate. She convulsed again, crying from sheer helplessness at not controlling the situation.

—Please, stop! Please!

—Fuck, boss, what a machine —Yuri commented admiringly—. After everything she’s taken and she still has gas left.

Mateo straightened up. He was big, very big, and began to fuck her with a slowness that turned into torture. The others held her in the air, laughing. Renata writhed, not to escape, but to reach for that body and make it hers once and for all.

—Mateo, don’t make me suffer —she pleaded—. Do it now!

But the boy took nearly two minutes to get all the way in, while she shouted with pleasure. And the torture went on: he didn’t move her even a centimeter for several minutes, limiting himself to giving her small jolts with his hips while stroking her nipples and clit. For someone so young, he was already a master.

—When they say torture with delicacy —murmured Klaus— they fall short.

Then Mateo grabbed her hips and began to move for real, kissing her hard.

—I want your pleasure in my mouth —she whispered to him.

—Not this time, beautiful —he replied.

He wrapped her up with one hand on her back and the other at the nape of her neck, and emptied himself inside her while Renata screamed. After eight long years, feeling a man spill inside her again made her melt; she would have fallen to the floor if he hadn’t been holding her.

—Keep going, keep going! —she panted, moving against him.

Nothing she had felt before compared to that pleasure.

***

When he let her go, Renata did not want to end without giving the young man one last bit of attention, cleaning him with her mouth. At last, a round of applause filled the room. Everyone congratulated her, everyone kissed her. The truth was, she didn’t understand anything. She would soon understand.

Suddenly, someone came up behind her and kissed her neck. He handed her a huge bouquet of flowers wrapped in paper bearing a strange logo: that of the English company whose gift Andrés had told her about. It was him, her partner, kissing her and stroking her hair.

—Darling, you were wonderful. You needed a change, or you were going to go crazy. You were fading, and we all suffered for it.

Renata turned and gave him a smile like the one she hadn’t given in years, followed by a long kiss.

—Happy birthday, my love.

Little by little, she understood everything. The villa had turned into a constant flow of people: some dismantled furniture, others gathered papers. Dazed, she decided to take a shower, and on the way to the bathroom she recognized several of those people. The ones carrying furniture were the same boys she had seen on the beach weeks earlier. The two women organizing the paperwork had also been there that day. She even recognized the young man who handed her the towels: he was the one who had supposedly stolen her phone in that restaurant in Seville, the night she had dinner with Camila and Klaus.

Then she understood. It was all a game. It was Andrés’s gift, the entertainment company he had told her so much about, the one that organized, for very exclusive clients, tailor-made adventures. They had given her a rebirth.

After showering, she went downstairs to the living room, where Camila and Andrés were signing documents. He, too, a check.

—Andrés, let’s split it fifty-fifty —she said.

—Yes, please. I’m not going to say no.

Renata’s eyes went wide when she saw the amount.

—You were exhausting every idea the company had —he admitted—. If the Klaus thing had fallen through, I would have had to get you into the orgy myself, and seeing how you were, I don’t know if it would have worked. You made it very difficult.

She said goodbye to Camila with a hug.

—I would have liked to be the one to introduce you to this world —her friend confessed— but the night of dinner, you still weren’t ready.

—Was it Klaus who fucked you in Germany? —Renata asked bluntly.

—Yes, it was wonderful. We’ve repeated it a few times, but only for work, when a client asked for it. Don’t worry, everything was under control. Do you remember the medical checkup? That was the first way we got close to you. The second was the phone, to track your steps. And don’t worry: the champagne you drank at the beginning had a contraceptive in it. If you have any discomfort, it’s on us.

—Discomfort? My throat, from all the screaming —Renata laughed, and Camila laughed with her.

The last person to say goodbye was Klaus.

—You were the hardest person to please. You’re very tough.

—Shall we meet when you come back to Spain? —she hinted, with a boldness that would have surprised her only a few hours earlier.

—I’m off to Singapore now, a new client. Emerging markets are very demanding… but I won’t rule it out.

They melted into a kiss worthy of the best couples.

The game had worked. And who knows whether Renata had not just become, that very night, a true player herself.