The Auction Where We Won a Woman for the Three of Us

We left that apartment wearing the kind of exhausted, debauched smiles that needed no explanation. At first, the three of us walked in silence, as happens when you've just shared something too intense and can still feel it clinging to your skin. Then the dirty talk began, inevitable, because each of us was still savoring the woman he'd had in his hands.

Rubén was the first to burst out laughing.

—Fuck, the brunette drained me. I never thought such a pretty mouth could swallow so much.

Damián shook his head, still turned on by the memory.

—The blonde was crazy. She rode me like she wanted to split my cock inside her.

I said nothing for a few seconds. I could still see Vera writhing beneath us, with that long body, that firm ass, and that shameless way of asking for more without a trace of embarrassment.

—The one in the red dress is going to cost us dearly —I murmured at last—. But if the opportunity comes up, I'm bidding on her.

The other two looked at me and smiled immediately, because they already knew what I meant. Saturday. The private gathering at the estate of an acquaintance of mine, one of those parties where money buys time, fantasies, and obedience negotiated in advance.

—How much are you putting in? —Rubén asked.

—My share is ready —I replied—. If we go in together, we can go high.

Damián raised his hand as though we were closing a business deal, though his cock was still calling the shots more than his head.

—Then it's settled. If she agrees to enter the auction, we'll try to get her between the three of us.

We slapped hands right there beside the car, with a decision that smelled of fresh semen, ambition, and the desire to do it again.

***

The next day I called Mara, who was the one of the three I knew best. She had spent the previous night with us and knew exactly what kind of territory she was moving in. She answered quickly, with the voice of a satisfied woman still carrying sleep and the memory of pleasure.

—Do you miss me already? —she asked with a laugh.

—I'm making you a better offer than a quick fuck —I told her—. A private party. Adult women. An auction with agreed-upon rules. The money goes to you, minus the house commission.

She fell silent for a moment. I could picture her biting her lip, aroused by the thrill of not knowing who would pay to have her for an entire day.

—That sounds very filthy —she finally said—. And very profitable. Can we set limits?

—As many as you want. Nothing happens without making it clear beforehand.

—Then let me talk to the other two.

It took her less than half an hour to call me back. All three were in. Not only that: they were nervous and wet at the mere idea of displaying themselves before a room full of strangers with money and hunger.

We agreed that I would pick them up on Saturday afternoon. In the meantime, I notified Rubén and Damián. We had lunch together that day and talked about only one thing: which of the three we were going to devote the entire bidding to. There was something arousing about all of them, but Mara was the chosen one. She had that mixture of shamelessness, generous ass, and challenging gaze that drove anyone crazy.

—If it gets too high, do we stop? —Damián asked.

—We'll stop when there's not a fucking euro left —Rubén said.

I nodded. I wanted her in a big bed, moaning for us, and I had no intention of losing her by hesitating for two seconds.

***

On Saturday I got ready as if I were going to a ceremony. Long shower, full shave, expensive cologne, light-colored suit, dark shoes. It wasn't vanity. It was ritual. At a certain age, you know that desire also comes through presence, confidence, and the way you enter a room knowing what you want.

I drove to the building where Mara lived and waited downstairs. They took longer than expected. When they finally came out, I understood why.

The three of them looked as though they had stepped out of a filthy dream tailor-made for men with money and bad intentions. Mara wore a tight red dress that hugged her entire body. She wasn't wearing a bra; the firm shape of her nipples against the fabric made that clear. The other brunette, Lidia, wore black from head to toe, with a deep neckline and dark stockings that showed each time she walked. The blonde, Noa, had chosen a short skirt and a sheer blouse that revealed the outline of her tits with provocative clarity.

Mara sat beside me. The other two climbed into the back.

—Are we going far? —she asked.

—Far enough to make you even more nervous —I replied.

She smiled. Nervousness shone in her eyes, but it wasn't fear. It was pure excitement.

We took the highway, and the silence didn't last long. In the mirror I saw Noa slide her hand along Lidia's thigh and slip it beneath her skirt. Lidia opened her legs a few inches, just enough to let her work. Noa's hand began to move with that cruel slowness that arouses more than any thrust.

Lidia sighed and brought one hand to the blonde's breast, squeezing a nipple through her blouse. Noa smiled without stopping her caresses between Lidia's legs. I kept my eyes on the road, but my cock was already hard inside my trousers.

Mara noticed. She always noticed everything.

Without saying a word, she opened my fly and pulled out my cock. She took it in one hand, heavy and already tense, and ran her tongue over the glans with a calmness that made me tighten my grip on the steering wheel. Then she went lower, sucking from the base to the tip, wet and slow, watching me from the corner of her eye so she could enjoy the effect she was having on me.

—Look how she's getting worked up —Noa said from the back, laughing—. We haven't even arrived and she's already crazy.

Mara didn't answer with words. She lowered her head again and took half my cock into her mouth. Her tongue played with the frenulum, then she went deeper, relaxing her throat until she swallowed almost all of it. I felt the wet heat of her mouth, the vacuum of her suction, the exact pressure of her lips sliding up and down.

I cursed under my breath.

In the back, Lidia had leaned against the seat, and Noa was eating her pussy with her skirt bunched up. I could see only fragments in the mirror: spread thighs, one hand gripping the seatback, the blonde head buried between the other's legs. Lidia's moans filled the car, low and constant, while Mara sucked me with more rhythm, more hunger, more spit.

—Pull over somewhere —she murmured, releasing me for only a second—. Or you're going to come while driving.

She was right. I took the next service exit and parked far away, in an empty corner where no one would be bothered. As soon as I turned off the engine, Mara went back to my cock as if she'd left a job unfinished. This time she had no patience. She gripped it with both hands, licked the glans, and shoved it all the way into her mouth, squeezing me with her throat.

I held her hair and began setting the pace. I moved in and out of her mouth, watching her eyes fill with tears—not from sadness, but from effort and arousal. She moaned with my cock inside her, swallowing saliva and spit, and every time I pulled it out she left it shining, trembling, on the verge of bursting.

Behind us, Noa was sitting with her legs spread while Lidia rubbed her pussy with two fingers and sucked her tits through her blouse. They were both panting like horny bitches. The car smelled of expensive perfume, saliva, and immediate sex.

—Come in my mouth —Mara murmured, without stopping her hand—. I want to swallow it all before we get there.

I needed no more. I pushed her head firmly, buried my cock in her throat, and came right there in several thick spurts that she swallowed without pulling away. When I was finished, she stuck out her tongue to show me she hadn't left anything behind and smiled, filthy and proud.

—Now we can go —she said, wiping the corner of her mouth—. We can go sell ourselves.

***

The estate looked like an isolated palace in the middle of nowhere. Restored stone, tall windows, dark gardens, and an entrance lit with obscenely elegant taste. We were greeted by a host couple I already knew from other gatherings: she was imposing, dressed in black; he was proper and cordial, with the polished manners of someone who organized excess without raising his voice.

The women were taken to a separate room to register their limits. I accompanied my partners to the main room. There were other candidates, other buyers, expensive glasses, and a tension of carnal commerce that I had always found addictive. It wasn't only about sex. There was also the game of power, the display, the brutal sensation of competing for a desired body while knowing that body had chosen to be there and get paid for it.

When the auction began, the three women appeared on a raised platform. Noa opened the bidding and went for an obscene price. Lidia wasn't cheap either. When Mara's turn came, the room truly tightened.

She climbed up in the red dress, with long legs, firm breasts, and a calm expression that concealed the thrill she carried inside. The presenter explained that she accepted oral, vaginal, and anal sex, private exhibition games, the use of toys if agreed upon beforehand, and that there were certain lines she would reveal only to the final buyer. That was enough to arouse half the room.

The bids rose quickly. I waited. Rubén and Damián did too. We let the nervous ones wear themselves out first. When the price seemed to stabilize, I raised my hand.

A gray-haired man at the back responded. Then a blonde woman accompanied by a huge man. The three of us battled for several minutes that felt like half an hour. Every figure I heard gave me a jab in the stomach, but whenever I looked up and saw Mara holding my gaze, her lips just barely parted, I knew I couldn't withdraw.

Rubén touched my arm.

—One more. If we jump in now, she falls.

I took his advice. I called out the final figure in a firm voice. The blonde hesitated. The gray-haired man shook his head. The hammer came down, and Mara was ours.

She didn't smile openly, but I saw her exhale slowly. Being chosen aroused her. Knowing that the three of us had bought her aroused her even more.

***

They gave us our assigned room and brought her to us a few minutes later. She entered alone, with no audience now, and closed the door behind her. Only then did she let the calm mask fall and show her real agitation: she was breathing quickly, her cheeks flushed, her nipples hard beneath the red fabric.

—Before we start —she said—, I want to remind you of my limits.

We listened carefully. No blows to the face. No visible marks on the neck. No verbal humiliation unless she asked for it. Everything else, within the boundaries of respect and common sense, was open.

—And what do you want? —Damián asked.

Mara moistened her lips.

—I want you not to treat me timidly. I want you to fuck me for real. And I want to come a lot.

That was the only permission we needed.

I approached first and kissed her. It wasn't a tender kiss. It was a kiss full of tongue, impatient hands, and teeth grazing her lower lip. Rubén lowered the straps of her dress. Damián opened it down the back. The fabric fell to the floor, leaving Mara naked before us, with a body that still possessed that strange power of mixing elegance and sluttiness in the same posture.

Rubén immediately crouched down to lick her tits. He circled one nipple with his tongue, sucked it, barely bit it, and she moaned, arching her back. Damián spread her legs and ran his fingers over her already-wet pussy. He didn't have to insist to find her soaked.

—Look at her —he said—. She's dripping before we've even started.

—Because I've been thinking about this all afternoon —Mara replied hoarsely—. Don't keep me waiting any longer.

We took her to the edge of the bed. I caressed her face for a moment, then pointed at her with my already-hard cock.

—On your knees.

She obeyed without putting on a show, with obscene naturalness. She knelt between my legs and took me in her hand. First she kissed the tip. Then she slipped me slowly into her mouth, sucking with a devotion that made me growl. Meanwhile, Damián penetrated her with two fingers, while Rubén opened her ass with saliva and patience, licking around it until he drew a moan from her that vibrated directly against my cock.

Mara was good at sucking cock. Very good. She knew how to alternate depth and rhythm, use her tongue, let spit run down her chin, and look at you just when you were about to lose your head. When Damián slipped in a third finger and began fucking her with his hand, she swallowed more deeply, and I had to grab her hair to keep from coming down her throat right then.

Rubén positioned himself in front of her and offered his cock. Mara pulled mine out for a second, caught her breath, and turned toward him to suck him too, alternating between one and the other as if she'd been born for it. She left our glans gleaming, hot, hard as stone. Damián continued fingering her pussy and licking her ass shamelessly, preparing her for what was to come.

—Enough warming me up —she said, pulling away for a moment, panting—. I want cock inside me now.

We laid her on her back. Damián positioned himself between her legs and spread her thighs wider. I knelt beside her so she could keep sucking me. Rubén raised one of Mara's legs and moved behind her, settling the glans against her lubricated ass. She looked at all three of us, took a deep breath, and nodded.

Damián was the first to enter her pussy. Slowly at first, until he was buried all the way inside. Mara opened her mouth and let out a long moan of relief and hunger. I took advantage of that open mouth to push my cock inside. She took it on the fly, quickly adjusting to the new rhythm. Then Rubén began pressing into her ass patiently, inch by inch, until she tensed.

—Keep going —she murmured—. Keep going, fuck.

Rubén obeyed and finished entering her. Mara remained motionless for a few seconds, filled from the front, occupied from behind, and with my cock in her mouth. Her breathing became erratic. Her eyes grew glassy. She liked it. She liked it far too much.

We began slowly, coordinating by pure intuition. When Damián withdrew, Rubén moved in. When Rubén stayed still, Damián struck her pussy with deeper thrusts. I fucked her mouth, setting the rhythm with one hand on the back of her head, watching saliva run down her chin and soak her chest.

The sounds in the room became brutal: skin slapping against skin, broken moans, animal breathing, the wet smack of Mara's pussy swallowing cock again and again. She held nothing back. She moaned like a woman happy to be used exactly as she'd dreamed.

I pinched one of her nipples between my fingers. Damián began fucking her harder. Rubén thrust into her ass with greater determination. Mara released my cock, arched her back, and screamed.

—Like that, like that, don't stop... fuck... I'm going to come...

She came with beautiful violence. Her pussy pulsed around Damián's cock, squeezing him so hard that he cursed aloud. Mara trembled all over, grabbed my wrist, squeezed her legs together as much as she could, then opened them again when the orgasm eased, desperate for more.

—Again —she begged, panting—. I want another one.

We turned her over. She ended up on all fours on the bed, ass raised and back arched. This time Rubén pushed into her pussy, entering in a single thrust that tore a shriek from her. Damián took her ass, already nicely opened, and began moving more roughly. I positioned myself in front of her face and offered my cock; Mara took it immediately, drooling again, happy to have her mouth full while the other two pounded her from behind.

The sight was obscene. Her tits hanging and swaying. Her mouth occupied. Her pussy opened for Rubén. Her ass yielding to Damián's thick cock. Her hands clutching the sheets. Her voice muffled around my cock each time one of the other two hit her harder.

—Look at her, she's enjoying herself like a fucking queen —Rubén said between pants.

And it was true. Mara pushed her hips backward, seeking more depth, more punishment, more fullness. When Damián grabbed her by the waist and began pounding her ass without mercy, she released my cock for a second to scream:

—Break me, you bastard. Don't stop now.

The pace turned savage. Rubén fucked her pussy with dry, hard thrusts. Damián drove himself into her ass until he made her shake. I filled her mouth again and again, brushing her throat. The mattress creaked beneath us. Mara was no longer moaning: she was whimpering, screaming, begging, coming halfway and still wanting more.

I rubbed her clitoris with two fingers while they continued penetrating her. That finished her off. She came again in a violent shudder that clenched her pussy and made her squeeze her ass around Damián. She nearly collapsed, but the three of us held her up.

—Don't let go of me —she murmured, completely gone—. Don't let go of me yet.

We laid her on her side to give her a breather. I got behind her and caressed her stomach while Damián positioned himself in front of her face. Mara sucked his cock with exhausted sensuality, as though savoring the effort. Rubén spread her legs again and ate her swollen pussy, licking her lips, her clitoris, her entrance soaked with come and juices. She moaned with her face buried in Damián's pelvis, swallowing his cock while the other man drew more pleasure from her with his tongue.

She came on Rubén's mouth before long, wetting his beard. He smiled as he sat up, wet and satisfied.

—She's ready to finish off —he said.

I was at my limit too. I put her on her back and lifted her legs. I pushed my cock slowly into her pussy, enjoying the soft, exhausted heat of her interior after so much punishment. Mara looked straight at me, with a mixture of tenderness and obscenity that finally undid me.

—Come inside me —she asked—. I want to feel it.

I started slowly, but I soon lost control. Each thrust sounded wet and heavy. Her breasts bounced. Her pussy still squeezed me. Damián put his cock in her mouth for her to suck while I fucked her, and Rubén spread one of her buttocks to watch me go in and out, fascinated by the scene.

—What a hungry pussy —he murmured.

That finished me. I sank all the way in and came inside her with a long shudder, feeling my semen empty into her while Mara moaned around the cock in her mouth.

When I pulled out, Rubén took my place immediately. He grabbed her thighs and began fucking her with renewed energy, as though he'd been saving himself precisely for that moment. Mara was still trembling from my come inside her, but as soon as she felt him enter, she flared back to life. Damián grabbed her hand and made her jerk him off while Rubén pinned her against the mattress with short, furious thrusts.

—Look at me —he ordered.

Mara looked at him.

—Is this how you wanted to be fucked?

—Yes —she answered without shame—. Like this, fuck. Like this.

Rubén came across her stomach and tits, pumping several times until he left her body covered in his semen. Mara looked down, smiled with genuine perversion, and gathered some of his come with two fingers to carry it to her mouth.

Damián let out a hoarse laugh.

—You were missing mine.

He sat her on the edge of the bed and stood in front of her. Mara sucked him with renewed hunger, using her hand, swallowing deeply each time he pushed himself a little farther into her. I caressed her neck and chest while Rubén held her hair back. Damián didn't last long. His legs began to tremble, he gripped her head with both hands, and came in her mouth. Mara swallowed almost all of it, let a little slide from the corner of her lips, then lifted her face to show us her satisfied expression.

She fell backward, exhausted, her body gleaming with sweat and semen. She was breathing with difficulty, but she was smiling.

—Now you've really fucked me —she said.

We lay around her for a few minutes. There was no empty tenderness or speeches, only that thick, contented silence that remains when everything has been done right. I caressed her arm and noticed that she was still trembling now and then.

—Too much? —I asked.

She shook her head and closed her eyes.

—No. Exactly right. You bought me for a day, and you've given me a night I'll never forget.

I looked at her there, naked between the three of us, satisfied to the point of exhaustion, and knew the auction had been worth every bill. Not only because of the sex, which had been filthy, rough, and glorious, but because of that addictive feeling of having won something you don't buy every day: an adult woman who knew exactly what she wanted and had the nerve to ask for it without bargaining herself down.

And luckily, the three of us knew how to rise to the occasion.