“Come on, you Polish drunkard.” Whispered as she helped him to stand up. “ You´ll wake the whole neighborhood.”
They entered with the tall figure of the man hanging from the frail woman.
“¿Luz?” He asked.
“She´s working. They have a private wedding party in the restaurant that will last all night.”
In the cold night they were advancing across the yard with the boy painfully dragging his feet. Suddenly his hands slid down and slightly touched her rear. The impulses held throughout the day trooped out; the man took Valentina’s waist, turned her toward him and bowing his head awkwardly kissed her lips. At first she did not resist but unexpectedly tried to push him away while his hands creeped into her negligee caressing her flesh.
“Enough!” She said with resolution. “I´m not going to be raped by a drunkard.” She then slapped him in the face, which had the effect of clarifying the ideas of the man.
“I’m sorry.”
“That´s enough!” Repeated the girl. “I’ll take you to your bed.”
The girl dragged him into Luz bedroom, helped him to remove his shoes and lie down completely dressed. She could not help but see the erection that was evident in the man´s crotch.
Valentina returned to her room. To her surprise she verified that her internal emotional state was not one of outrage as she had shown until then, but one of a certain complacency. Her doubts about the feelings and intentions of Esteban toward her had dissipated. However the girl could not sleep that night.
When she returned at dawn Luz she found her boyfriend dressed in bed, snoring loudly. After waking him she induced her boyfriend to undress. Suddenly the man threw himself on her and pulling down her panties painfully penetrated her. What followed was experienced by the woman as an ordeal, with Esteban repeatedly penetrating her, far from the gentle lover he had always been. To make matters worse, the power of the man and his instincts seemed inexhaustible.
Chapter 6
The lady was waiting for someone to stop on the route to ask for help. She had placed the flashlights of the car and opened the trunk to indicate she was in trouble. The tire had been punctured a couple hundred meters before and she certainly could not go any further without damaging it completely. Despite being alone in an isolated site the lady was not afraid; she was a woman of great poise and self-confidence and also had the curious belief that everything always happens for some reason so she lived all events as opportunities, even a flat tire. She lit a cigarette and leaned on the left front door of her car in a visible position. She bent her right knee and placed the sharp heel of her shoe on the step of the door. Her tight pants and black jacket highlighted her tall and magnificent silhouette. At forty-three years Lucrecia Ortiz was a splendid woman. Her big black eyes, enhanced by a wise makeup, her hair of the same color cascading over her shoulders and her perfect complexion completed her provocative sight.
Two trucks and two long distance buses passed by without stopping and she just could make up a private car coming her way a couple of hundred meters from there. As the vehicle approached the lady could see that it was an old Fiat marching slowly, probably because it could not develop more speed. She shrugged and looked away, obviously disinterested in the approaching car.
Unexpectedly the vehicle stopped about thirty meters ahead of where Lucrecia was waiting. She saw a tall man descending from it. Seeing his powerful built and his blond hair the woman began to pay attention, which grew as he approach and she could see his features more closely.
“Good day Lady. Need help?”
He had already finished removing the flat tire and was getting ready to install the new one in its place, so that he squatted on the edge of the road. Due to the effort and the resulting sweat he had had to take off his shirt; as the man was finishing his job he suddenly felt an object in contact with his back. Surprised he turned his head back and saw that as he had imagined it was a bare foot. From below the youngster saw the woman staring at him with her big dark eyes. Excited by the sight of the white skin beneath she had removed the boot of her right foot and now was sliding it along the boy´s back. The contact of her plant with the skin of his back acted as an aphrodisiac for the lady. As the man looked at her eyes she smiled satisfied and started sliding her foot first on his shoulder, The youngster, who was first surprised by the unexpected action had turned his emotional state from indignation to sexual arousal. The woman, certainly aware of the status that her behavior had caused the boy redoubled her bet. Hers foot slid by his neck and then to his face and her fingers finally entered his mouth. The lack of reaction of the young man increased the level of excitement of the dame.
“You’re licking the foot of a woman whose name you don´t even know.”
The man tried to respond but her foot got deeper into his mouth.
“I do not care what you want to say. I just want to enjoy this moment.”
Without a word she changed her position, knelt down and placed her buttocks on his back, the boy could not quite react. The woman, obviously victim of a self-provoked ecstasy ended up sitting on the shoulders of the young placing her genital area in front of his face. Then she took the boy’s head in her hands, stroked his blond hair and pushed his face into her crotch, starting a circular movement that had the effect of increasing her excitement. Rubbing the woman´s trouser fabric on his face began to irritate the skin around his mouth; with greased hands he took the female’s thighs and pressed her against his lips even more.
“Stop! ” Exclaimed finally the woman. She took the boy by the arm and forced him to get up and follow her into the tangled bushes growing about fifteen meters away from the road. She stopped there, forced Esteban to kneel, easily removed her tight trousers under which she had no underwear and sitting back on his shoulders began to ride his face and mix her fluid with his saliva.
The lady proved to have a great facility to reach sexual climax in contact with the tongue and lips of a man, and did not discontinued her demands until her instincts were completely satisfied. Then she dressed up, arranged her appearance and walked to her car, starting it immediately.
Esteban was still stunned by what had happened and it took him a while to leave the state of emotional shock. The boy stood up with great pain in his waist, which had borne the full weight of the situation and went to his car. He withdrew with his hand something that was inserted between his teeth and found amazed that it was pubic hair. On reaching the vehicle he saw that there was a piece of paper held by the windshield wiper. It was a business card at the name of Dr. Lucrecia Ortiz Gómez, with the address and phone of her office and a handwritten phrase.
“I await your call. This has been just a sample.”
The boy read the card in loud voice.
“A lawyer.” He said.
Despite the climax reached Lucrecia was still in a state of very high excitement, so she took extra precautions to keep her focus on driving. She had a long previous experience in subjecting men to her extravagant sexual pleasures, but what happened that morning was absolutely unprecedented. Having that man younger than her within her reach had blown all gates and inhibitions. She expected to continue enjoying his company in the future and began to mentally represent situations with the same degree of excitement, although she realized that she was placing the bar quite high.
Esteban was under even greater excitement as he had not had a chance to relieve it with the woman. He intuitively knew that this fortuitous event would be memorable but could not yet foresee that it would change the axis of his life that already had some trade-offs and difficult choices ahead. He shifted his position in the car seat so that the erection will turn bearable.
. “When I get home Luz will have another share of violent sex.” He whispered, acknowledging the cynicism of this thought; deep inside he had much appreciation for the girl and his mind refused to use her to relieve his feverish desire caused by other women. Unfortunately many of those moral limits would succumb in subsequent days.<
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Chapter 7
He was driving faster than he used to and although he knew of the increased risks in the heavy traffic of the neighborhood of Palermo the man could not impose the kind of self-discipline which he always evidenced; that quality seemed to have vanished in his relation with that woman. He had called the office located in the area of Tribunales, and a secretary with a pompous voice had communicated him with “La Doctora” after waiting in line for about ten minutes. Lucrecia finally took his call saying that she was between meetings and had only a minute to talk to him. Ultimately she dated him for that Wednesday in a place that according to what Esteban had understood was not the woman´s home but a studio, whatever the meaning of that expression was.
The site was in the neighborhood that the real estate agents now called Palermo Soho, and had undergone a major real estate development in recent times. Esteban had never been in that area before and barely managed to park the car in a place that had just become available on the corner of Honduras Street. He checked the address he wanted and as he moved towards it he stared at the commercial premises lined up in the streets, including clothing stores of the best known brands, bars and pubs that would undoubtedly be filled at night. Everything very stylish and with prohibitive prices for Esteban´s income. The young man felt a little embarrassed by the site and wondered what he would find at the lawyer´s studio.
When he arrived at the address he saw that it was one of the homes that had not been transformed or recycled in recent times, at least outwardly, with the real estate wave. It was a solid door entrance with a metal embossing, and as he looked at the intercom found that there were only three apartments, two on the ground floor and one upstairs. The young man rang the bell of the latter. After several minutes Lucrecia´s hoarse and unmistakable voice answered.
“I’m Esteban.”
“Come in.” Was the terse reply. The boy was surprised because the intercom still allowed to open the street door in a remote form , function that was canceled in most apartment buildings for safety reasons, forcing homeowners to go down to open, or ask a human doorman to let visitors in.
He climbed the stairs that had many steps, showing that the original property was old, with high ceilings, although the recycling and restoration work was obvious in every detail of the property.
Esteban rang the bell and the door opened immediately once more. Lucrecia was dressed in a black tight swimsuit; her long legs were sheathed in white fishnet stockings with garters. The set was great, studied and emphasized her perfect and slender silhouette, and together with her black hair and eyes and swarthy skin produced an erotic effect, particularly in a young man who was already as predisposed as Esteban.
The boy tried to kiss the cheeks of the woman, as is customary in Buenos Aires, but the lady dodged his mouth, took him by the hand and led him into the apartment. It was a single room dwelling of about forty square meters, with a kitchenette connected to the main room in a corner, and a bathroom that looked spacious and modern. Everything was perfectly clean and tidy and the only thing that struck the boy were several devices usually found in gyms, which could explain the slender figure of the woman. With no previous conversations she led him into a long and thin bench seat, with a padded upper surface, the type of bench used to lift weights and made him sit transversely in it.
Lucrecia sat in turn in another high chair and placed at a distance of half a meter of the young man.
“You like the studio?”
The boy nodded and was about to add something but she continued.
“I’m glad to hear that, because we will spend some time in here, today and in the future.”
She spoke assertively, making decisions for both; anyway Esteban was only waiting for what would happen immediately after and the possibility of making objections not even crossed his mind. The lady stood up and pulled his torso to the boy’s face. Suddenly, with a movement that Esteban could not determine her breasts were in the air and then Lucrecia pushed the head of his guest between them rubbing his face until the boy began to lick and kiss her skin while the woman purred like a cat. Esteban wanted to touch her breasts but his hand was hit; it was clear that the woman only accepted oral work.
Suddenly she sat down again on her high bench. Esteban wanted to follow her with his body but found that she placed the sole of one foot in his face pushing it away and forcing him to sit on the bench seat. The young man had already accepted the rules of the game, that is to say that the woman decided everything that happened and the timing of its occurrence.
“Take one of my stockings off.” Ordered she. “Take the garter with your teeth and pull it down.” In this way she ensured the contact of his mouth with her entire leg, which seemed to satisfy her in high degree .
“Now open your mouth.”
In doing so her foot introduced into the boy’s mouth. At that time he realized that the woman had been doing gymnastics and had perspiration all over her body, including the soles of her feet. When she was satisfied Lucrecia made him repeat the action with the other leg and at the end said.
“Now your mouth must travel along the rails until it reaches the station.”
There was no doubt that the whole performance was planned from the beginning and that the woman was following a slow and painstaking erotization program for both of them. The young man would not depart from it in the least.
He kissed the lady´s calves, knees, the houghs behind them and as he reached the thighs the storm broke. Women inner thighs have a high density of nerve centers and Lucrecia was ready for the moment. She squeezed the boy’s head between her legs until she made it difficult for him to breath; the woman demanded that his tongue explored every little corner of her crotch and when she judged she was ready unbuttoned her black suit and gave him access to her vulva. Esteban took pains in it and suddenly the lady pushed him back to the bench, forced him to lie on his back and just sat on his face, starting with a gentle rocking forward and backward. She soon began to secrete fluids that mixed with his saliva and as she felt the first climax approaching the rolling became frantic, depriving him of his breath at times when he was under her vagina; the woman obviously did not care for this and kept just seeking her maximum satisfaction in every moment without regard of the being that was providing it.
Esteban lost track of how long he was subjected to the insatiable needs of his domineering mistress, and she lost count of the orgasms that occurred in his mouth. At one point, he looked up and saw Lucrecia’s eyes, which were fixed on his. The boy was surprised to see some fierce brightness that he had never noticed before in anyone; intuitively he associated it with the untied instincts the lady evidenced.
Suddenly, once the desires and urgencies of the woman were satiated she ceased in her movements, dismounted from the man’s face, went to the bathroom to wash up and said.
“That is all for today. You are dismissed. Close the door without knocking. I’ll call you when I want you here again.”
Esteban was again the victim of a tremendous sexual frustration just as the first time along the route, only this time his lips and tongue were swollen and his face red from the effort due to the supported weight and the friction against the legs of the woman .
While driving back home he decided that he would not expose Luz to another episode of hardcore sex, which the girl obviously did not like. Esteban parked the car outside his home, but instead of entering it he went to a place four blocks away where he assumed that at that time an allegedly Dominican prostitute was to be found. The woman´s black skin was an additional incentive for reasons Esteban knew but refused to recognize.
“What is the matter blondy? Did the Colombian girl throw you from home?”
The young man was amazed that the street woman had already put her eye on him and knew who his girlfriend was, without noticing that he also knew where to find her.
“Come with me”.
“Where are you taking me?”
“My apartment. It is nearby.
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“No wonder you did not want to sleep with your girl.” Said the woman once the sex performance was over. “You did not want to hurt her as you have done with me. How did you get so much arousal?”
“I really liked to be with you. You’re just what I needed a night like this. Where are you from?”
“Venezuela, I was born in a fishing village on the Caribbean Sea, inhabited exclusively by black people. So you’ve liked it? Come see me at anytime. I can stand a stallion like you. Only next time I´ll get paid more for the injuries you’ve left me in my working tool. You know what I mean.”
After a quick shower in the studio Lucrecia was idling some time before getting dressed and going home. For the first time in her life a sexual encounter left her with something more than an indifferent satisfaction. Her mind refused to accept that this boy would mean to her more than the many who had preceded him. But as a lawyer the lady knew she had to surrender to the evidence of her senses and feelings, although that course would eventually put her in a vulnerable situation. She decided that as she done had other times when her sexual instincts took her to unknown places she would consult with Tatiana.
Tatiana was her mentor, a domineering woman born more than seventy years before in Russia and was the one who long before had taken the veil from Lucrecia´s eyes disclosing her preference for erotic sadomasochistic practices. The revelation had shown Lucrecia who she really was and had given her a huge dose of satisfaction … until then.
Chapter 8
Valentina had immediately detected the change in Esteban´s behavior . She had recognized in herself the symptoms of being in love. The girl had naively pulled her threads to capture the boy in her network but when her wish was about to be accomplished she was suddenly shaken by her moral training and refused to deceive Luz with her boyfriend. Her feelings for him however did not disappear and Valentina knew that deep down she was just waiting for her chance and was sure it would come sooner or later. Valentina just expected that time and circumstances would allow her to reconcile her heart and sexual desires with her ethical sense.
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