The Price I Paid for the Most Beautiful Model

There was a month and a half left before the semester ended, Damián’s last one. As soon as he signed the final grade sheets, he’d have to go back to Yucatán to take charge of his family’s businesses, and the thought weighed on me like a stone in my stomach. The faculty had organized internships in Querétaro for the soon-to-graduate students, an agreement with local companies that offered skilled labor in exchange for job exposure. Damián would leave for thirty days and come back seven days before graduation. I already had that last week planned out in my head: that he’d fuck me every day, in every position he could think of, no matter how my ass felt afterward. That was my way of saying goodbye.

The Monday before he left, after one of those sessions that left me breathless on top of his bed, he stared at the ceiling and dropped the line that changed my whole week.

—Would you like to fuck Renata?

Renata was one of his girls, a model they hired to liven up sporting events. The kind of woman who stops traffic: tall, black hair halfway down her back, very fair skin, huge brown eyes, firm round tits, and a ridiculously tiny waist that made her ass look obscene. I’d seen her twice in photos on Damián’s phone and I’d always thought she was light-years above anyone I knew. Damián, on the other hand, collected them like figurines. But he never shared them. That was the rule. That’s why the question sounded so strange to me.

—Of course I’d like to, asshole —I said, straightening up against the headboard—. She’s the best of your girls. You have no idea how many times I’ve jerked off thinking about her. But you don’t share your women, so spit it out. What’s on your mind?

—You don’t want me to fuck Camila with you there either, right? —he said with a smile—. Well, this is similar, only backwards. I want to fuck you and Renata at the same time. My two best holes, together.

—There’s the catch —I said—. You don’t want me to fuck her, you want to use her to humiliate me. Forget it.

—You’re going to fuck her, I promise. Renata has a fantasy and I want to make it come true, and I want to do it with you. Consider it my going-away present. You won’t regret it.

He looked at me with that persistent face I already knew. The one he made when he wanted something and knew he already had me by the throat. I sighed.

—What fantasy?

—Renata wants to see me fuck a man for the first time. You’d have to act like you’re a virgin.

I burst out laughing.

—Damián, you’ve already had me more than properly broken in.

—You’re a good actor —he said with that half-smile he knew melted me—. It comes out perfectly in our endurance games. The moans, the muffled screams, the look of panic. Anybody would swear it’s the first time someone’s touched you.

—And where did she get the idea? —I asked—. A woman like Renata doesn’t come up with something like that on her own, don’t fuck with me.

—We were fucking. I had my dick in her ass and it wouldn’t go all the way in. I started getting her worked up, telling her she wasn’t slutty enough, that any of her exes would suck better than her, that I’d make her swallow every last centimeter. The idea got her so hot she couldn’t get it out of her head anymore.

I laughed, shaking my head. That was so typical of him. The fantasy wasn’t Renata’s. It was Damián’s, disguised so she’d ask for it herself.

—You’re a manipulative son of a bitch.

—But I’m your manipulative son of a bitch —he said, leaning in to kiss me.

That night, alone in my bed, I spent it thinking about the scene he’d painted for me. I jerked off three times before falling asleep, imagining Renata’s body under mine while Damián speared me from behind. By Thursday I’d already agreed, though I’d spent the previous days replying to his messages little by little, playing hard to get so he’d have to keep insisting. Fucking a woman like that was one of those once-in-a-lifetime things. And the price, frankly, didn’t seem that high to me.

***

On Saturday they picked me up at eleven. Damián honked twice downstairs from my building and I went down trying to act natural, though my stomach was twisting like it was my first date ever. Renata was in the front passenger seat. When she turned to greet me, I almost stumbled handing her my hand.

We got to the apartment quickly. Renata was wearing a very short red dress, with a deep neckline in front and her back completely bare. Matching heels. Damián took out a bottle of whisky, ice, and mineral water, and poured us some. After a few drinks he put on music, a slow bossa nova, and took her out to dance. They moved as if they were alone in the room. Every time Renata turned, her dress rode up and showed the beginning of her thighs.

When it was my turn, it was hard to even stand up. Damián went to the kitchen on some excuse and left us. Renata took my hand and led me to the middle of the living room, letting herself be carried by the music. Her fingers were cold against mine. I wrapped one arm around her waist and at first kept the other loose, not knowing where to put it.

—Relax —she whispered—. I don’t bite.

She started pressing herself against me. Her tits against my chest, her hip against mine. I slid my hand down to her waist, then a little lower. Her ass was firm and round, and under the dress I could make out the tiny line of a thong. On one turn she spun around and gave me her back, swaying against me, and I felt my own dick harden immediately against her ass. I moved her hair off her neck and murmured, my voice rough:

—I have to tell you, you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever danced with in my life.

I gave her a soft kiss behind the ear. She shivered, and I noticed how her whole body tightened against mine. Her hand slid down to my crotch and squeezed me over my pants.

—You and Damián have me really hot —she said, turning her face back toward me—. Both of you.

Damián came back at that moment with that crooked smile I knew so well, and motioned for us to go to the couch. Renata sat in the middle. Her hand landed on my thigh and climbed unhurriedly until it found my erection. Damián took off his pants and, without thinking, so did I. My hand moved to her crotch and I lifted her dress up to her waist. The thong was wet through and through. I slid two fingers into her without asking permission and she let out a low moan, biting her lip.

When the three of us were naked, Renata knelt in front of the couch. She took both dicks in her hands and started alternating. First mine, then Damián’s. When she took Damián into her mouth she swallowed almost all of him, effortlessly, and that heated me up even more. She was a pro. When she came back to me, she traced the head with her tongue before swallowing. I had to clench my teeth not to finish right there and then.

—Come on —she said, standing and taking us by the wrists—. We’re uncomfortable here.

The three of us walked to the bedroom. Damián lay down on his back and motioned for Renata to lean over him. She got into position on all fours, her ass lifted toward me as if she were offering it up on a platter. I didn’t waste any time. I knelt behind her, spread her cheeks with both hands, and stared for a moment. Her hole was pink and puckered, perfect, and her cunt gleamed with how soaked it was. I brought my face closer and started licking, first the clit and then slowly upward, tracing every centimeter until I reached her ass. When I ran my tongue over the little hole, I felt her whole body jolt. She pushed her ass against my face, asking for more, and I stuck my tongue inside while sinking two fingers into her pussy at the same time.

She couldn’t take it. After a few seconds she started convulsing, letting go of Damián’s dick to moan out loud, with those short, sharp cries that didn’t seem like the kind a woman that controlled would make.

—Oh, yes, like that, don’t stop, ahhh.

Damián hugged her breasts while she finished coming. When she calmed down, he kissed her neck and laughed.

—Your friend made me cum, Damián. You two are so good.

I felt proud. I kept kissing her back while Damián carefully lifted her up and settled her over him, straddling him. He held her hips and lowered her slowly. Renata complained when she felt him go in.

—Slowly, you’re too thick, I can’t get used to it.

—Hold still, relax.

He speared her to the hilt in one sudden thrust and she screamed, but the scream instantly turned into a long moan. She started moving in a slow rocking motion, riding him, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the way her ass opened with every drop, letting me see the little hole clench and relax in slow motion. I grabbed the lube from the nightstand, slathered a good amount on my dick, then another on my fingers, and knelt behind her. Damián stayed still, holding her firmly by the waist, understanding what was coming.

I pressed the head of my dick against her hole and pushed slowly. I felt her opening around me millimeter by millimeter, until the head gave way and slid in. Renata tensed up all over.

—Wait, slowly, it hurts.

—Easy, breathe —I told her, massaging her lower back—. You’ll see how you start to like it.

Damián encouraged me, with the smile of a kid in a toy store.

—Fuck her well, Mateo. Take advantage of her.

I pushed in all the way, slowly, and when my balls hit her ass she let out a deep moan that came from the bottom of her throat. I froze for a moment, feeling how she adjusted around me, throbbing. Through the thin wall between us I could feel Damián’s dick moving, and every time he thrust forward, he brushed against me through her body. It was a sensation I’d never felt before: hot, electric, almost unbearable.

—God, you assholes, it huuurts, but it feels so good, like that, fuck me, I’m your slut.

We started syncing up. When I went in, he came out. When he went in, I came out. The bed rocked with us. Renata moaned nonstop, her face pressed against Damián’s chest, while he grabbed her tits and bit them without mercy. I held her neck, kissed her throat, bit her earlobe. The three of us were soaked in sweat.

Renata was the first to come again, and when she started trembling, her body closed around me like a fist. The friction against Damián through the partition became even more intense, and the two of us lost control almost at the same time. I felt my dick swell before unloading inside her, wave after wave, while I listened to Damián moan a handspan from my face. Renata collapsed onto his chest, panting, and I collapsed on top of her back, feeling her spine rise and fall with every breath.

***

It took me minutes to be able to peel myself away. The three of us stayed sprawled out, talking in low voices, smoking the cigarette Damián always had on hand afterward. Renata was soaked in semen, running down both sides of her, and she laughed when she noticed. The three of us went into the shower.

We could barely fit in the bathroom. Renata laughed every time the water hit her wrong and made us maneuver around. I helped rinse her off while Damián pressed me against his back. His soapy hands ran over my dick with a softness I hadn’t felt in hours, and I noticed mine getting hard again almost without meaning to. Damián was doing the same. Renata lowered her gaze and burst out laughing.

—Looks like you’re ready for round two. That’s why I like young guys, they can handle more than one.

We dried off quickly and went back to the bedroom with our dicks hard again. Renata lay on her back, spread her legs, and took me by the head with one hand.

—Come eat me here while Damián gets you ready.

I knelt between her legs, opened her pussy with my thumbs, and buried my face in it. I’d barely started licking when I felt Damián’s hands take my wrists and bring them together behind my back. The familiar click of the handcuffs. The same ones we’d used so many times in our games.

Renata’s fantasy had just begun. What happened next, I’ll tell you in the next story.