Mexican Denouement

Vida showed up at the airport for our Mexican trip with three huge bags. Enough for three months, enough to have everything she owned inside them. I thought it was funny that she had packed so much, and gave her a hard time about it. But I figured she was just a woman doing her feminine thing. I found it kind of sweet, like she was just carrying all this stuff in order to look good for me. I was an idiot.

All of her friends and relatives showed up to see her off on the trip. They were all crying and hugging her as if she was leaving for good. Cuban's rarely get to travel, and I figured that they thought a trip to Mexico City was like going to the end of the Earth. I remember telling her that it was just for 3 days, and she gives me this sad smile and nods. Looking back on it now, I was being amazingly stupid. I can't believe the Cuban government gave her a Visa to go.

We flew to Mexico City, checked in at the hotel and rested for a while. And then I offered to take her shopping. She said no, and that I should save my money. But she finally agrees to let me buy her a nightie, because she tells me that she's got something very sexy planned for me that night.

So we go out and buy her a white little whisp of a nightie that I can't wait to see her in. So even though it's still afternoon, we went back to the hotel with a couple of bottles of wine and her new lingerie. In retrospect, she was setting me up, spending the afternoon in bed was her idea, and of course I was only happy to oblige. And she made me do most of the drinking, saying she wanted to be sober to concentrate on doing me well. Incredibly, I was still oblivious to her plans.

Then when she had me more than a little drunk, she produced a long band of cloth, and told me that she is going to tie me to the bed. She says that she's going to tease me, and get me so hot that I just can't stand it. I protested, but she reminded me that it's only fair since she let me tie her up not long ago, and that it's going to be fun. So I agree and let her strip me, and then she gently but firmly ties my hands to the head of the bed.

Then she disappears and quickly changes into her little outfit. I've never been much on lingerie, but I had to admit that the sight of her in that little gossamer nightgown was worth a fortune. It made her look like a fucking angel. Or at least like an angel who fucks. The white whispy fabric contrasted her lovely brown skin perfectly, and it was flimsy enough that I could see her luscious tits bobbing as she strutted and danced for me.

It only took a few minutes of this to get me hard. Without even touching me, even after all the time that we had been together, she still managed to turn me on with just the sight of her gorgeous body. She gave my hard on an approving smile, leaned over for a slow, molten kiss, and then glided down to my cock.

Vida had many talents, but one of her best was giving blow jobs. She had a slow, soft way of greeting my dick that was absolutely incredible. And when the woman got down to business, she could suck and stroke exactly how I needed it. But this afternoon, she was taking her time. She propped my head up so I could watch her, and then licked my balls slowly. I absolutely love to have my balls licked, and the sight of her angelic face down there between my legs working my cock and balls was at least as hot as the incredible feeling of her sweet mouth. Then she licked up and down the shaft, pausing to whisper to me how much she loved my big cock.

And my dick did look big in her tiny hands as she stroked it, and the started sucking down on the head like the real pro that she was. It would have taken only a few more minutes to finish me off, and normally that's exactly what she did. Getting me off and swallowing it down like a good girl was what she had done so many times before.

So it came as a big surprise when she stopped, straightened up and smiled. She continued to stroke my cock a little while I writhed on the bed in passion. I begged a little, "please baby", "please suck me off". But she just sat there for a few minutes and watched me. She seemed to enjoy the view of me all hot, tied to the bed, begging for her. Maybe after all this time she just liked to feel a little power, and have a little control.

But whatever the reason, she didn't finish me, and left me turned on and hard as a rock. Instead, she stripped off her little panties and positioned her pussy over my face. I think this was the only time that she ever sat on my face. It clearly was something that really turned her on, so I wish we had done it a lot more. Her little pussy was completely wet before we even started. She spread her pussy lips with one hand to give me good access with my tongue and to kind of guide me to the right spot. Her other arm was on the head of the bed and she used it to help push herself down on to me, so she could really grind her pussy in to my face.

She was so hot. She was moaning constantly, and her strong little body just worked and worked her pussy down on to my tongue over and over. I was covered ear to ear in pussy and trying to work my tongue and keep up with her. But she was driving the show, and I soon learned the best I could was really keep my tongue pretty still and let her do all the work. And she did work so hard. Her perfect body riding up and down on my face for what seemed like hours. Her body glistening with sweat, the shear fabric of the nightie sticking to her and becoming almost translucent. And finally she tensed up, and came. She screamed and convulsed for a couple of minutes, and at last got off my face.

Her eyes had a devilish look of satisfaction. She peeled off the dripping nightie and then kneeled down beside me, slowly stroking my cock. I was so hot now that it was ridiculous, but of course I could tell that she didn't feel like fucking now that I gotten her off. I begged for her to suck me off, to return the favor, but she just smiled and said not yet.

What she did do was slowly rub her hands over my entire body. She seemed to love having me tied up, so she could fully explore me. And she would occassionally stroke my cock, just to make sure that I stayed hard. And then passion seemed to come back to her. I could see it in her, the urge to fuck.

And so she straddled me, and then issued a couple of commands. "Slowly" "You will fuck me slowly, or we stop"

At this point I was so hot that I just wanted to bang it into her hard and get off. I felt like my balls were now huge lead balloons full of cum and that nothing in the world mattered except getting off. But I agreed to go slow, and she finally eased herself down on my cock. She had this sweet, almost relaxed smile on her face as she started to slowly work her tight little pussy up and down my shaft. She told me how my big dick felt good inside her, that I was making her so happy. Which was great, I guess, but I was used to fucking her when I wanted and how I wanted, and right now I really needed to get off.

So I tried to start pounding it up into her, to really get down to the serious business of fucking, but to my surprise, she just got off me. She knelt down beside me again, and said "Slowly". "You will fuck me slowly and gently, or no pussy for you". At this point, I would given anything to get off, so I readily agreed again, and she slowly, achingly worked her little pussy down my shaft until it was finally all the way in. This time it was clear that she knew it was torture for me, that my body was knotted up and tense, and ready to fire what felt like gallons of semen deep inside her. So she must have loved it even more to take her time. To ride me, slowly and gently. To feel the power of my dick and know that she was in complete control. She fucked me like it was her dick. And in a way it was, because I knew if I didn't give it to her just the way she wanted that she would withdraw and I wouldn't get any. We fucked in slow motion for what seemed like years. She gently rocked her pussy down on me, never really grinding it in to me. She seemed to just want the feel of my dick inside her.

My mind reeled out to the point that I was in some sort of altered state. Where the only things that existed in the universe was my dick, her pussy, and the 40 gallons of cum that I had to deliver. Nothing else mattered. Finally her soft voice quivering, her eyes finally full of the firey lust that I was used to, she said to fuck. What followed was several of the most intense minutes of fucking that old hotel had ever seen. The bed banged repeatedly against the wall so hard that I found holes later. Her tight little thighs gripped me like she was riding a horse, and she just held on for dear life while I pounded my cock up in her. I had waited so long to cum that it was like it had gotten stuck inside me some how, like no matter how much I rammed my cock into her tight pussy I just couldn't get off. So I worked and worked, thrusting harder and harder until I at last erupted. If felt like a river of cum and frustration leaving my body showering up into her little quivering quim. I pumped and pumped and at least finished, emptied of everything.

It's probably no surprise that passed out, and then woke up sometime later to find myself still tied to the bed naked. Vida, on the other hand was fully dressed with her bags packed. The sun was shining in that soft way that told me that it was evening.

She comes to me, and cups my face in her hands and gently kisses me, then says, "I want to thank you for everything. You've been so good to me. I really will miss you."

"You're leaving?!?"

"I love you, but it's better for me to leave. I'm going to relatives in Miami, please don't make this hard."

"Untie me. Let's talk sweetie. Please"

"You should be able to get the knots loose after you work for a while. If not the maid will untie you tomorrow." And she gives me a long sweet kiss goodbye. She has tears in her eyes as she turns to leave. Then she walks out with her three huge bags piled on a trolley. Meanwhile I'm naked, still a bit drunk and tied to the head of the bed. I thrash around, banging the bed into the wall, yelling, but no one comes. It probably didn't sound a lot different than the wild fuck we had just had, or they just don't want to be involved.

After a while, I did get the knots loose on my own, got dressed, and went to look for her. But she's gone. Disappeared without a trace. I never saw or heard from her again.

In the history of the Earth, there quite possibly has never been such a bizarre end to a relationship. But of course, it wasn't really a relationship. It was me paying money to a gorgeous woman who I used for sex. So it's probably fair that she also used me as best she could to get her freedom from being fucked by both me and Cuba. She got lucky in that I bumbled along and helped her in ways that she couldn't possbily have planned, but she took advantage and got what she wanted. I had to respect her for that, even if I had never felt more devastated and alone in my entire life.

The Low Point of My Life