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Cuban Mulata - Amor Comprada (Purchased Love)
In Texas, the sun used to beat on me like a redneck with a stick until the very thought of going outside seemed painful. In California, the sun did this little interpretive dance with the ocean and clouds that was supposed to be wonderful, but always left me feeling annoyed.
But in Cuba, the sun slowly fucks you. It penetrated me and everything else, making every move slow and languid, like pillow talk. Somehow it felt right, there was something honest about it. It said "You will go outside and I will screw you, just like everyone else".
And so the Cuban women come sort of pre-fucked. Fucked over by the Cuban sun and communism, they are pliable and sweet. They don't ask for much other than that you just be gentle and honest with them. And of course I did need to pay them, but I didn't mind that. They didn't ask for much money, and by Cuban standards I had a lot of it.
So when I arrived after the final flight at the stadium, I sort of went wild for a few weeks drinking hard and fucking everything in sight. It was a blur of sweet rum and sweaty sex with lovely cuban girls. I got into this routine. Go to the La Rocca for a bunch of drinks, pick up a sweet young mulata, take her back to my hotel, have her blow me on the balcony, where the ocean breeze could keep us cool, and then for a finale, bend her over the railing and fuck her hard. I think those summer nights of booze and beautiful women will always be one of my fondest memories. Those lovely brown bodies, with the long black hair, those dancing eyes, the way those sweet mouths loved my cock, and then the view of their lovely back sides while I fucked them and they held on for dear life to the balcony rail.
But one morning I woke up from a drunken stupor and Vida was there lying next to me in bed. She had been the fuck from the night before, and I could vaguely remember her beautiful face and smile just before she got to work sucking my cock. She was sleeping naked on her side facing me. Her face was so lovely and sweet that it was positively angelic. I found myself smiling just looking at her. Looking at her incredible naked body kept me enthralled for a long time. She was so thin that she could have been a model, which is unusual by Cuban standards, and her skin was the perfect shade of light brown. Her breasts sat firm and high, she had a wonderful lean stomach and a tight little ass that would have looked good in anything. Her little thighs were together while she slept, so I could only see a little patch of her bush. I was aching to fuck her again.
She finally woke up with a bit of a start when she saw that I was staring at her and couldn't figure out where she was for a second. But then she gave me a sleepy smile and stretched her perfect body. She was in absolutely no hurry to cover herself, and she seemed to be very comfortable naked in front of me. Her sleepy smile just sort of grew and grew until she was beaming.
We cuddled up together, gently caressing, and then I started to push my now hard cock out a bit, so it poked into her firm little belly. She smiled and cuddled closer, not seeming to mind the fact that she was about to get fucked again. We started to kiss, her nipples growing firm under my hands as I cupped her lovely tits. Her hips starting to rotate a bit as the fire of sex woke up inside her. We took it slow, kissing and exploring each other's bodies, and finally I rolled over on to my back and pulled her on top of me.
I positioned her lovely pussy over my cock. She understood just what to do, stroked my shaft a bit and slowly eased her self down on it. Her smile turned lusty and she started to work her strong little body up and down my cock. She was slow at first, using her tight little pussy to stroke me. I just couldn't get enough of watching this gorgeous woman on top of me. Her dark eyes held a mystery of passion and a kind of sexual power that I hadn't experienced. Her long lovely hair cascaded down over her shoulders as she slowly milked my hard cock with her pussy. Her stomach undulated with every stroke, moving her pussy up and down, up and down my cock. God it was hot, I wish I could have just laid there forever while she did all the work.
Sensing that I was getting close, she started to pick up the pace. Her perfect breasts bounced as her thighs joined the action and started riding me like a horse. She went faster and faster, until the sweat glistened on her lovely brown skin. And then I erupted. I tried to stop it, just to keep it like this forever, but I just couldn't help myself. My nuts emptied and I blasted everything I had deep inside her.
And while I recovered from the sweet oblivion of satisfaction, she laid down beside me as kind and sweet as a saint. She had given me one of the best fucks of my life. So of course I had to see her again and again.
I've been lucky enough to have had a few lovely women before. A few amazing young ladies with flawless bodies and beautiful faces. Of course sex with them was always part of a lie, or part of them using me. The difference with her was that she seemed to truly love me. That it was a lot more than just the money I was paying her. That she really cared.
And as dorky as it sounds, the fact that she was loving and really wanting me made a huge difference. The kisses were hotter, the fucking was better. I soon had to be with her every day. And of course I started to love her back. Which was my mistake. Now I know that she was trying to get me to love her in order to get as much as she could from me. But it sure didn't feel like I was being used. I had never been in love before. The days danced and life was sweeter than I ever experienced.
And it was a lot more than me just paying her for sex. She taught me Spanish and I taught her English. We spent almost all our days together exploring and nights fucking like banshees. We lived in our own private world that seemed to just consist of the two of us. Of course I knew no one in Cuba, and I was used to going through life alone, so having her around was actually a lot for me. And even though she did have a big family and seemed to have a lot of friends, she didn't seem to mind spending all her time with me. I did start to think about going home again, but I knew that wouldn't be easy and I wanted to put if off as long as possible.
She seemed to only be concerned about my happiness. Like everything she did, her very existence was just to make me happy. But she had never had a single orgasm when we fucked. She seemed to really enjoy sex, and even initated kissing and stroking me, but I had never been able to get her off. So one night, I tied her little wrists to the head of the bed. I started kissing her, got her to suck my cock for a bit. She seemed disappointed when I made her stop, and even tugged at her restraints. She looked so beautiful there in the darkness, tied to the head of my bed. I just sat and looked at her lovely naked body for a bit. I was determined to get her as hot as possible. Maybe to even get her to beg a little. And then finally get her off.
I started with her perfect breasts. Softly licking around the nipples, cupping her breasts, working them in the soft way that I knew she liked. I got both her nipples rock hard, sucking them in, gently rolling each one on my tongue. Her breath got deep, she was already hot, her little hips started to work. She wanted it and said so. "Fuck me" in her deep latin accent. God that made me hot. More than even pictures of her, I wish I had that sound of her voice asking to be fucked.
But of course I didn't want to start so soon, so I trailed down her tight little brown stomach to her sweet pussy. I could smell her. Already wet, her hips thrusting gently, wanting me. And then I slid between her thighs and and gently spread her pussy lips with my fingers. I started licking, slowly, loving the sweet musty taste that her hot pussy had to offer. I knew not to go for her clit right away. I needed to let her slowly build and build.
And then I slowly inserted a finger inside her, and then another. I curled them up and started to stroke her pussy from the inside. They will tell you that there is no such thing as the G-spot and that's probably true, but I do know that some women get incredibly hot when I stroke their pussy from the inside. Running my fingers on the top of their pussy walls like I'm motioning to "come here" with my finger.
Fortunately Vida is one of those women. And this is the part where she had always stopped me before, pulled me up to fuck her, or exchange places while she blew me. But now her hands were tied. She did coo "fuck me" several times in that smoldering latin accent of hers. And as I just ignored her and kept licking and licking I could feel her body start to tense up. I have no idea how long it took, but it seemed like forever as I tongued her wet little pussy.
She started begging in Spanish for me to fuck her. And I kept licking and stroking, feeling her getting close to finally getting off. I reached up with my free hand and cupped each of her breasts. Naturally her nipples were rock hard. And still she begged, getting more frantic, her pussy getting wetter, her body somehow getting even more tense. She was so close now. I had her right on the edge. Her begging turned into squeals and grunts and cursing in Spanish.
And then at last it came. A release of divine proportions that started her whole body quaking and thrusting into my fingers and tongue. She cried out, and I actually felt her tight little pussy pulse hard around my fingers. She was wound so tight that the shaking felt more like an earthquake than a woman coming. The bed banged against the whole and the whole room seem to vibrate while she just kept coming. When she finally stopped, I let her calm down a bit and then pulled my fingers out of her pussy and straightened up. Her gorgeous face was completely lost to passion. Her hair in a tangle around her, her mouth open, her chest still heaving and quivering from aftershocks. Her orgasm was so hard that the aftershocks continued for a good while after she had come. Her body would suddenly convulse again as yet another jolt hit her. I've never seen anyone come so hard before or since then.
Then lastly of course I fucked her. Finally. My poor dick had been waiting so long for relief, and obviously she was really tired, so I didn't take long. She was practically laying limp as I screwed her. I know it's wrong, but I absolutely loved that feeling of her being completely worn out, ready to accept whatever I wanted to do to her. But I just gently drove into her for a few minutes and then ripped off a good hard load. God it felt good.
I think that was the only time that I really got to her. She spooned her perfect body around me. Cooing how I was so good to her, and how much she loved me. And that was the last time that she let me tie her up. And the last time that she let me have that kind of control over her. I think she knew that letting me get her off like that would even things too much. That it would release a stew of hormones and feelings inside her and she would end up falling deeply for me. And I think part of it was power. She like having the power to make me cum. To make me be so into her while she played the perfect little woman. More than anything she didn't want to give that up.
Anybody with half a brain could have sensed the end coming. But having never felt this way about anyone, I was just sure that we were on a good path, and that slowly I was winning her over. I used to even fantasize about the two of us getting married, settling down somewhere quiet and having kids. Of course, I didn't tell her that. I'm not exactly a genius when it comes to expressing my feelings.
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