She spied Esteban at every opportunity she had, and rightly concluded that not only he had another woman besides Luz, but that he was completely dominated by her. A certain feeling she could not explain told her that surely that would be a mature, experienced woman.
That day Esteban was leaving his house to go to work. As it was a warm autumn morning he still carrying his jacket in one hand. Valentina watched him passing by her bedroom door partially open. The girl saw some white object falling from one of the pockets of his jacket, but as she was still half naked she could not come out immediately to warn the boy. Once he was gone she put on a negligee and went outside to pick up the fallen object. When lifting it the girl saw that it was a business card of a lawyer. Unable to avoid the curiosity she also read the short handwritten text.
“I await your call. This is just a sample. “
Valentina turned the card and saw written in the back part although with a different calligraphy an address located in Palermo Soho. The girl instantly recognized Esteban´s handwriting.
The sense of the sentence was clear from the outset; it was clearly a sexual reference. Valentina entered her room and copied the data from the card since she had decided to place it surreptitiously back in Esteban´s pocket when the boy returned. Unfortunately she would not see his expression as he found it.
As he got to work the young man kept the car keys in his pocket, and in doing so he suddenly remembered having put the card in it, so that he was alarmed not to find it, not because he lacked the addresses and phone that were added to his cell phone agenda but because he feared the card could fall into Luz hands, which would cause great pain to the girl and a stormy scene between them. Thinking again in Lucrecia, the contact with her erogenous zone and the strange glint in her eyes produced him a momentary excitement so he shook his head to prevent thoughts that would prevent him to concentrate on his work. Esteban had agreed to meet the lady the next day in her studio and did not want to anticipate the sensations that he would feel. The boy knew he had to find a way to deal with the residual excitement that remained after those meetings because he did not want to harm physically neither Luz nor the prostitute nor anyone. The moral reserve of the farmer that was once born and raised in the province of Misiones remained intact, at least when he was not in front of the dominant presence of the lady.
Lucrecia rang the bell of the old manor house, situated in the district that realtors called Palermo Hollywood, not many blocks from her studio.
The maid opened the door and showed a face of genuine joy. The old woman remembered the little Lucrecia who had come many years before to the house of Madame Tatiana, as she called her employer.
Tatiana was waiting in her own gym, where she still led yoga sessions to an exclusively female audience that over time was restricted to ladies with certain tastes in common. Tatiana’s had initiated them as she had done so long before with the fifteen years old Lucrecia.
At seventy-two years, the Russian lady looked magnificent; wrinkles had been kind to her so she had never tried to remove them and her body was firm and had no fat. Under a kind of oriental design gown she showed off her leather outfit and long legs covered with fishnet stockings. Lucrecia looked at her as an ordinary woman looks a dress worn by a model. Tatiana was certainly the paradigm that she wanted to emulate. The Russian had two children, who were already independent and had left the scene of her life long before. Lucrecia wondered wistfully if she would have children as she reached her mentor´s age. Not that she had maternal yearnings but the woman did not want to leave a vital role unfulfilled.
The Russian extended her arms and received her favorite disciple in them. She took Lucrecia´s head in her hands, stared into her eyes and gave her a long kiss on the mouth; Tatiana explored with his tongue throughout the mouth of her student, to the delight of both, then gently introduced her hands within Lucrecia´s clothes and slowly slid them along her body. The woman let her mentor do and sighed as she felt her fingers in contact with her clitoris. Until that time they had not exchanged a word.
They had been chatting about generalities until Tatiana decided to cut to the chase.
“So tell me, what brought you with me today?” Said with her particular Slavic accent.
The disciple clearly entrusted her feelings and thoughts. She had requested assistance from her guide so she knew she had to open her heart to Tatiana. The Russian dame interjected questions here and there to clarify certain points. When Lucrecia finished her presentation Tatiana sat on one of the mats that were on the floor and invited her student to do the same. The old woman meditated for a moment.
“What you are telling me are obviously signs of infatuation with the young man … what´s his name?”
“ Esteban, Esteban Dubanowski.”
“A Polish surname. Tell me how is he?”
“ He is twenty years old, intelligent; he is an industrial designer …”
“ Lucrecia, tell me how he looks… physically.”
Lucrecia gave a detailed description of the young man, emphasizing the points that she knew would be of interest for her guide. The latter placed her chin on her hand and thought for a moment.
“The difference between your case and mine is that I fell in love at fifteen with a man of forty, and only later I found … my deepest inclinations.”
Tatiana took a break to find the right words; despite her accent her Castilian was clear and her reasoning impeccable.
“ … you have instead found your true nature first and this love is only now emerging.”
“What should I do?” The humility of Lucrecia´s question would be unthinkable for those who knew the usual attitude of the woman.
“You must let that flame eat you as soon and as completely as possible. Love, even with your inclinations and actually even more because of them, is an experience that must be lived in its entirety. It will definitely produce you pain, but at the end you´ll find a pleasure that otherwise you will not know.”
The Russian lady took a break and then continued.
“‘From what you are telling me, your Esteban is suitable for the relationships you want, obedient and submissive, like many men of his race. You must make him your slave and experiment with things that you would not dare to do with others, even physical damage … moderate damage of course. You must find new dimensions and new limits for your inclinations. You must tantalize your man.”
The Russian lady had evidently concluded her verdict. Lucrecia was still hanging on his words so that the tutor rose and pointed to a stool that they both knew well.
“Come, let’s celebrate your love. I’m burning since you told me you were coming to visit me. Only with you I get to experience maximum pleasure.”
Lucrecia quietly undressed, lay down face up on the bench and watched as her guide unfolded her vulva on her pupil´s face.
“Love will exhaust your energies.” Said Tatiana. “That´s why you must come to visit me to refuel… but of course this is an interested advice… Now give me pleasure as only you can.”
After these words light went off from Lucrecia´s face covered by the flesh of the Russian woman and all became extinct.
Chapter 9
Tatiana stood up relieving her of her weight and Lucrecia dressed in silence. The old woman kissed her in the mouth again, removing with her tongue some fluids that were in her pupil´s mouth.
“How do you feel?” Asked the Russian.
“Merry … and proud.”
“Sure! You have returned to the womb that you knew one day.” The sound of her voice revealed the deep emotions that crossed Tatiana’s senses.
“Besides …” Said Lucrecia in a more practical tone. “…I appreciate the guidance you have given me to go on with my man. I was confused but now I understand clearly what to do.”
“Make your subordinate give you maximum pleasure. You must not have contemplations.”
Thus, with the emergence of this new weaver the threads that subtly guided the lives of
our characters suffered a new turn.
When Esteban arrived home he saw no one in the yard and went directly to the room he shared with Luz, left his clothes on the bed and his other belongings on a chair and went to the bathroom to get a shower.
He came out of it wrapped in a towel with his skin reddened by the steam. He shaved carefully, since Lucrecia complained that his beard scraped her skin on the face and in her private areas, and then dressed up. The man took his documents and wallet and put on his jacket. He introduced his hand in a pocket to take the keys of the house and of the car and when removing it found an object. Full of omens he spread it and reading it confirmed his fears. It was Lucrecia´s business card on which there were so explicit annotations. His face covered with blush. He knew that the card was not there when he arrived at the house and also knew that Luz would not have placed it there without causing a scandal, so that there was only one possibility left. The man walked all over the courtyard and especially in front of Valentina’s room, but there was nobody in the house. He thought for a moment and the situation appeared clear in his mind. The black girl knew his secret. Esteban checked his watch and hurried out of the house because he did not want to be late for the meeting at Lucrecia´s studio.
Esteban pushed the floor button but no one answered. He prepared to wait a while without daring to walk along the stores not to lose a second when the woman arrived, such was the anxiety the appointments with her caused him.
After a few minutes the lady crossed the street and approached the building. She was dressed in a suit of black synthetic leather that emphasized her slim figure. The outfit caused the young man a shiver whose origin he could not determine. Lucrecia almost did not look at him when she crossed him and immediately opened the door. She looked tense, which contrasted with her usual tranquility; this perception increased Esteban´s anxiety. Both entered the building.
In the pub in the opposite side of the street the waiter approached the client who was sitting at the table in front of the window. Her black skin and her splendid silhouette had caused the admiration of the boy, although some large sunglasses covered part of her face. The waiter got intrigued as the client had taken some pictures with her camera pointing apparently to people who happened to pass by.
“ Miss. Is everything all right? Do you want a photo to be taken to you?” Asked the young man with the obvious purpose of engaging in conversation with the beautiful girl.
“No thanks.” When she looked at the young man he could glimpse the tearful expression of the girl´s face, even though he could not see her eyes.
From the beginning Esteban felt that the meeting was going to be special, even by Lucrecia´s standards. She asked him to undress completely, so she could see for the first time his entire body. Unlike previous meetings when the dame imposed a slow pace, this time she seemed urged by her sexual needs. First Lucrecia ordered him to kiss and fondle her entire body. When she had her head between her thighs she squeezed it with unprecedented force, which almost stopped the flow of blood to the man´s brain. As she sat in his face the pace at which she rocked was hellish and produced multiple bruises on his face. After her climax the woman ordered him to lie on his chest and rode in his new position. No doubt she wanted to experience all possible variants of oral sex. At one point Lucrecia came off his back, giving him the order to lie down. When she returned the young man could glimpse that she brought a whip as those used to train horses. The lady sat down on his back rocking on him in order to get aroused and excited until Esteban suddenly felt a lash on his back which was followed by others besides blows with her fist.
Lucrecia felt that a new kind of emotion filled her senses. Having under her buttocks the man she wanted was not enough, she had had hurt him and humiliate him for her emotion to be complete. Lashes produced red furrows in the white skin of the young man and its view increased the arousal of the woman. At one point she felt she was ready for the culmination of her desire, her most hidden fantasy. She took a blade she had brought and cut the skin of the man’s back. The sight of blood increased her excitement at the level of delirium and forced her to inflict him several more cuts. Then she felt a huge orgasm approaching, then slid over his back placing her genitals on the neck of the slave and observed her fluids pouring on his head and running down his face. With the excitement she felt the urge to urinate, ordered Esteban to keep his mouth open and sitting on his face issued a strong discharge of urine that entered his mouth and nostrils causing him a momentary drowning.
Lucrecia rose from her man, gave him a blow of the whip on his face and watched her work. Esteban’s body was full of bruises and his skin was bleeding from several wounds. What most pleased the woman was seeing the smile on his lips. Lucrecia was exultant, knew she had reached a new stage of erotic satisfaction. She also knew that thenceforth she would not be satisfied with less, and finally knew all that she wanted to do only with Esteban. She then sat on his penis that had a huge erection.
“Penetrate me now, fill me with your seed.”
The boy saw once again the feverish gleam in the eyes of his mistress.
Valentina jumped by the table as she saw the woman called Lucrecia Ortiz and Esteban leaving the house. Even from afar she noticed the wounds in the boy’s face, like a boxer after a tough fight. Her eyes filled with tears and her heart with grief.
“Oh Esteban, what are you letting her do to you?”
Chapter 10
While driving his car during his trip home, Esteban´s brain worked at top speed. The problem this time was not to handle frustration of his sexual instincts after a meeting with Lucrecia because all his wishes and needs had been fulfilled. He left the analysis of Lucrecia´s behavioral change for later, because at first sight it was amazing and the boy knew that most likely he would not get a rational explanation. Even more bizarre and incomprehensible was his own behavior and the satisfaction obtained by the punishment received. But now the problem was much more immediate and urgent and required decisions and actions.
Esteban had concluded he could no longer expose Luz to the humiliation of being with a man who had fallen to the depths he had fallen, and that the girl would suffer innumerable pains should the relationship continue.
The man had decided to leave the house in which Luz and Valentina lived simply because he did not feel worthy of their company. The man was aware that he was at that time sliding in a soaped table in a downward direction, and the worst of it was that his satisfaction was increased at every step. But he could not and would not associate the girls to that endless descent, to the whirlpool down bound.
For that reason he had decided to move right away to his apartment, something he could do without painful scenes because both women would be working at that time. Esteban would leave Luz a note briefly explaining his motives. He was confident that, despite the initial pain at being abandoned the girl after a time would overcome her grief and eventually everything would be best for her.
As for Valentina … Valentina was an enigma to him and the boy suddenly realized that his feelings for the black woman were deeper than those he had for Luz.
“But at this time Lucrecia fills all my senses.” He thought uneasily.
Lucrecia moved nervously at home. The meeting with Esteban had made true all her fantasies, which were many and very extravagant; but for the first time in her life a set of factors appeared that had never been present in her life. The woman analyzed what had impelled her to allow Esteban to penetrate her and complete the normal intercourse, something that up until then she had forbidden her lovers to their frustration. Lucrecia recognized she had done it following a primitive and unusual momentum. When she asked herself about the underlying reasons for that decision she found only one answer, and that answer stunned her.
Valentina entered the refectory of the hospital where he worked three times a week as an assistant nutritionist while completing her college career. The girl was still surprised by the fact that a poor immigrant born in a fishing villag
e inhabited only by black people in the Pacific coast in a country suspected of drug trafficking could gain free access at the university level without having even applied to the Argentine nationality. The only explanation she could think of was precisely the one that any Argentine would give.
“Crazy country.”
In the refectory she met her friend Leah, each carrying her lunch tray. The women sat together like they used to.
Leah Gutierrez was a psychiatrist born in the Province of Tucuman and worked at the same hospital as Valentina. Small and skinny, her dark skin denoted indigenous traits. She had graduated with honorable mentions and despite her youth was considered a brilliant professional by all her coworkers and especially by Valentina. In addition both girls were confidants since they have first met. Valentina had confided her friend that she was in love with Esteban as soon as she herself had noticed it. The girl had also said that she considered it was a love without destiny.
“So Luz boyfriend has left home. And the reasons are known?” Asked Leah.
“He left a letter addressed to her. For what Luz told me he confessed being a bad influence dishonoring her love for him, and recognized to be in a process of decay in every way.”
“Isn’t that just an excuse to get rid of her?”
“I do not think so. I share his view about his downfall.”
“Do you know if he uses drugs or alcohol?”
“ It is not his case. Actually he is not used to alcohol.”
“Do you have a photo of him?”
Valentina chose a picture on her cell phone gallery and showed it to Leah.
“Here we are the three of us.”
“Very handsome. Actually he is a more suitable partner for you than for Luz.”
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