by Powerone
His hand was guiding her head back and forth as she tried to please him, tasting his essence in her mouth as her tongue raced over the helmet of his cock. One hand slipped beneath her skirt and into her panties, rubbing her wet pussy while her mouth continued to work her magic on his cock. It was big and strong, just like El Presidente should be. And demanding, his head holding her tight, but she began to enjoy it, letting her fingers masturbate freely while he used her for his pleasure. It gave her a perverse thrill to be taken by such a powerful man.
They both came together, Fidel attempting to pull his cock out of her mouth when he was ready to cum, but she would have none of it, only sucking harder. His cum jetted into her mouth, her body shaking, mumbled cries of pleasure from her lips as she came with him. Their orgasms seemed to last for hours, her mouth never tiring, her hand never stopped moving beneath her skirt. They finally pulled away from each other, no words spoken or expected. But he always remembered the look of contentment on her face, her lips glistening with his cum as her tongue came out and licked off the last traces from her lips into her welcoming mouth.
* * * *
Fidel came back to reality, the story now just another memory. “I put her on the airplane that night, never to see her again, though I did follow her life, including your birth. I was sorry to hear of her death from such a senseless automobile accident. I regret never seeing her again, but our lives took us in different directions that would have made it impossible to meet. And then there came about this chance meeting of her daughter, unable to pass up this opportunity, afraid of living the rest of my life with two missed opportunities.” He looked up at Monika for the first time since he started the story. Her face was flushed.
"I'm sorry, was the story too risqué for you? I know it's hard to imagine your mother as such a beautiful, sexual woman, but there is no other way to tell the story that it would do it justice.” Maybe he shouldn't have told her the story.
"NO! NO!” Monika could barely speak. Not from the shock of hearing of her mother. It was the arousal. She had never been so aroused as she was now. It was almost as if Monika had lived through the whole thing as he was talking, her eyes catching every word that came out of his mouth, feeling everything that happened to her mother. Feeling everything she had done, the cigar in her mouth a poor substitute for a thick cock. “It's not that. The story aroused me.” She wasn't sure she should say that, but she felt a special bond with him. As though they were once lovers.
"I didn't know that I was that good of a storyteller?” Fidel was surprised at her confession. Most people would have feigned shock at the story.
"It's the story and the way your heart was in it. I could see it in your eyes as you told it. You were reliving it vividly. That is so special. And I almost felt I was there."
His cock was hard, her moving lips reminding Fidel of her mother's lips on his cock. “It's almost as if it were happening again each time I tell it.” He quickly changed the subject. “Tell me about yourself. I have followed your growing up, but tell me of the real Monika."
She felt so relaxed and comfortable with him, in spite of him being the President of Cuba. They had a bond that connected them, her mother, each holding special memories of her. Monika told him more than she had ever told anyone of herself, even the most intimate details of her life. It was as though they had been friends for decades, not hours, almost like a best girlfriend. She puffed on her cigar, another glass of wine magically appearing, the servant disappearing as though he had never been there. The more she sipped the wine, the more comfortable she got.
Fidel was impressed of her knowledge, especially of his own country. She was very opinionated, both of them clashing at times about the role the government should play in the lives of the people. But neither got angry or tried to push their opinion on the other, both of them allowing for differing sides. He glanced at his watch, noticing that two hours had passed.
She saw him look at his watch. “I'm keeping you.” She started to stand up, but he waved her back down.
"I have never been so enthralled by someone since I met your mother. There is nothing that pressing that requires me to take leave of such lovely company. But I cannot abide by your insistence that your form of government is better than mine,” he chided her good naturedly, hoping to provoke her.
"Yes, yours does have some values. You don't spend much money on reelection campaigns,” laughing louder than she normally did, the wine beginning to take its toll on her.
"True, but we have a better caliber of Presidents,” touting his credentials. “Yet, I don't get the respect your Presidents do. Hell, we make the finest cigars in the world, and I don't get a young girl putting one my finest Havana's between her legs like your President Clinton did."
They sparred back and forth for several more minutes before they finally changed the subject, both too stubborn to change each other's mind. There was a knock on the door, a soldier bringing him a note and then quickly departing. She looked at the clock on the wall, sure the others had already left and returned to the hotel. She took a big sip of her wine, sitting forward in her chair, the decision suddenly popping into her head with such crystal clarity. “Can I have another cigar?"
"So you enjoy my Havana's. At least I have convinced you of one thing.” He opened the wooden cigar box on the table beside him, picking out one of his finest. He leaned over to her, handing her the cigar. He picked up the lighter.
"No, I won't need that. We might disagree on ideology, El Presidente, but I enjoyed your company. And your story of my mother. I'm sure that she preserved that memory in her mind just as you did. I would like to leave you with a memory also.” She rolled the cigar in her fingers, looking at the five inch brown cigar with lust, finally laying it down on the table next to her. She stood up, feeling her head spin for a second. She reached back, unfastening the halter top, feeling it pull away from her breasts, sliding erotically over her nipples as it slid down until Monika could feel the cool air of the room on her bare breasts. She looked at El Presidente, his eyes glued to her rising and falling breasts as she tried to fill her lungs with air. Her hands went behind her again, finding the small snap and then the gentle hiss of the zipper pulling down filled the room. She felt the gown loosen, letting it fall to the floor at her feet, standing in front of him in only her panties. And she was sure they were drenched by now. She stepped out of the dress. She took a deep breath as her fingers slid into the waistband and drew them down her legs. She stood back up, her face flushed, her breathing ragged as she stood naked in front of him. What if he was insulted by my insolence? Stripping naked in front of him. She looked at him, but only saw a smile on his face as his eyes raced over her body. She looked down, his pants bulging from his obvious arousal.
He didn't try to say anything, just as he didn't that night with her mother. He wasn't sure where this was going, but with a young, naked girl in front of him, he wasn't about to break the moment with a stupid question. And what a body she had, just like her mother. From her full breasts and hard nipples, her slim waist, her full hips all the way down two slim legs. But his eyes always drew back to her bush, her thighs nestled tightly together though he suspected not for long. He waited patiently.
She reached over and picked up the cigar. She spread her legs, feeling her thighs pull apart from the slick juices that coated them, her juices flowing freely. That was good for what she planned to do. “Just to show you, El Presidente, that you are just as good as our Presidents, if not better. You should be afforded the same privileges.” She showed him the cigar. “And with nothing but the best."
His eyes were glued to the cigar in her hand as she moved it down over her stomach, playing the tip of the cigar down her skin as she moved it lower. His eyes were mesmerized as it slipped through her dense bush, pushing aside the thick hairs as her legs spread wider. He heard her moan as she slid the end of the cigar through her pussy lips, pushing them aside to enter her. She began to masturbate with the cigar, drawing i
It was so wicked to do, only increasing her arousal more as she felt the thick cigar sliding up and down her slit. It felt just like a cock, her juices flowing as she watched his eyes as she boldly masturbated for him. “This will be for you to savor, El Presidente.” She bowed her legs gently as she pressed the cigar inside her, feeling like a cock as it forced her open. The cigar was still a bit dry, all the moisture soaked into the wound tobacco leaves, but she pushed harder until her pussy began to swallow it up. God it felt so good, her eyes closing as she began to fuck herself with it, almost forgetting that El Presidente was watching her most intimate solo masturbation. And that only excited her more. Performing as a man watched her. She pushed the cigar deep inside her, twisting it, her other hand drawing her clit out of hiding, lightly tapping back and forth over it until it burst to life.
She was fucking herself with one of his prized Havana's, soaking the leaves with her womanly juices. He licked his lips, knowing that he would savor the cigar like none before. “Open your eyes. I want to see you enjoy yourself.” Her hips were moving gently, fucking back and forth, her pussy swallowing the cigar each time. He saw her lips curl around it as it slid into her wet pussy.
She opened her eyes, El Presidente devouring her as she openly masturbated for him. She wouldn't last much longer, her pussy filled by the thickness of the cigar, almost afraid of cumming in front of him, having never let a man see her in such a state before. But she wanted to please him and give him a gift that she knew he would enjoy later when she was gone. Her fingers raced faster, the cigar going in and out with ease, coated liberally with her abundant juices, her fingers pinching he clit as her orgasm approached.
"Cum for me, Monika."
It was though her body had to obey, shoving the cigar in so deep that she almost lost it inside her, surprised at how resilient it was in staying together as she used it so provocatively. “OOOOHHH,” trying to contain her outburst, afraid guards might rush into the room from the loud scream, catching her perform this lewd act. She came, her body shuddering in bliss, her legs feeling like rubber as the pleasure raced through her body. She pinched her clit, each time another tremor racing through her body, her pussy squeezing so affectionately on the soaked cigar inside her. She watched his eyes as she performed this brazen act, his eyes focused on every movement of her hand only exciting her more. Just when she thought her orgasm was finished, her pussy would involuntarily clench on the cigar as she pulled it out, her finger exciting he clit to one last tremor. Finally she finished, wanting to slump to the floor but she had one more act to finish. Still naked, she pulled the cigar from her pussy, looking at it. It was still in good shape, though the leaves were stained a dark color and slick with her juices.
"For you, El Presidente. From another Monika. May you savor it.” She handed him the cigar.
Fidel took the cigar from her, soaked in her juices. He licked the end of it, her sweet juices filling his mouth as if he were eating her pussy with his tongue. “I have never been so privileged, Monika. And a delightful taste which I shall enjoy in the intimacy of my room tonight when I retire.” She began to dress, Fidel watching her every movement until her naked body was once again hidden from his eyes.
"I must go, El Presidente. I have monopolized too much of your time. You have seen how much I have enjoyed myself. Good night.” She walked to the door.
"Monika?"
She turned around. “Yes?"
"If Miguel asks you to go with him, do so."
"To where?"
"Don't ask. It will be so much better if it is unknown. You will enjoy it.” He paused for a moment. “And I will too."
She was about to ask another question, but she didn't. He was right. Not knowing makes things much more exciting. And with Miguel, she knew it would be exciting. She didn't know how El Presidente would enjoy it also, but she liked performing for him, hoping she would have the chance to do it again. Maybe as her mother did, with her mouth. “I will do as you order."
"I knew you would. Have a good night, I know I will.” He watched until she left, picking up his cigar. He waved off his guards, wanting to go to his bedroom to savor his trophy.
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CHAPTER 7—Trip into the Unknown
"We missed you last night,” Michael trying to figure out where Monika had disappeared to. They were all sitting around the table eating breakfast.
"Joanna and you had already snuck off to some secluded spot, and Sandra had found a young Captain, leaving me to my own devices. So I too found someone to capture my interests.” She wasn't going to tell Michael much, preferring to be mysterious and leave him a bit jealous she hoped.
"Anything to do with that handsome, older man. A General by the looks of the stars on his shoulder.” Sandra was jealous, meeting only a lowly Captain, though he was an interesting man.
"Let's leave it at I smoked a cigar and drank wine with interesting people. A lovely tasting Havana cigar.” She licked her lips as though she had just finished sucking a cock, Michael staring at her, a perplexed look on his face.
They finished breakfast, no one saying anything else about last night, each with their own secrets they didn't want to reveal. They went back to work, the schedule intense as they gathered up the initial data they needed to begin the project. They seemed to be getting unlimited access to whatever they wanted. And even better cooperation, Michael not seeing the distrust in their faces any longer. Did Monika have something to do with this? And who was this mysterious General that Monika had met?
* * * *
They had met in an out-of-the-way café, Michael changing cabs three times until he was sure that he had lost his tail. He knew they were being followed, but he had learned this skill well, ducking through small shops and out the back doors before anyone could follow, quickly hailing another taxi.
"He is General Miguel Borges Pérez. One of the few four-star generals and an intimate advisor to Fidel Castro. Your young lady is extremely lucky or skilled.” Alejandro was part of the resistance in Cuba, Michael's contact. He had seen the girl, a very beautiful American, but he felt there was more than what meets the eye.
"I'm not sure if it's either. There is something else that we are missing. But we better find out before they find out about us. I think maybe Monika and I should be captured by the rebels. I don't want her hurt, but maybe a little humiliation would loosen her tongue. If not, at least some of your men would enjoy her sexual charms. And maybe you could find something to occupy my time while I am ‘captured'.” Hopefully they would have some other lovely girl captured and available to him. “We need to broach the subject of our plan to Monika if she has the access that we hope, but first I want to make sure where her allegiance lies."
"That can be easily taken care of. Saturday night, Baracoa Café at eight. You will be snatched as you are leaving. Put up a good fight, we'll try not to hurt you much,” Alejandro laughing. “I have a delightful Romanian girl that we have been tailing for a week. She works at the American base, but I think she is a spy for Castro. We'll put both of you in the same cell and maybe you can befriend her. I think we can make it very intimate for the both of you, knowing of your perversities, she might be very accommodating, though not willingly.” Alejandro would have loved to have the girl first, but the cause always came first. But he would enjoy the pleasures of Monika instead. “Keep a close watch on Monika this week."
"I will,” Michael getting up, looking around before he walked to the back of the café, slipping out the back door and into the alley. He soon found himself in a cab back to the hotel, his cock hard at the thought of the delights of the Romanian girl on Saturday. His sexual hold over Monika was slipping; tonight he would exert his control over her again. He had to keep her on a short leash if he wanted her cooperation.
* * * *
Michael was again paying more attention to her than usual, even to the jealousy of Joanna, though they all knew they had to share him, they all resented when he fawned over one girl more than the other. She welcomed it, solo masturbation her only sexual outlet since that night with El Presidente, Monika hoping that Miguel would come into her life soon, but she would take Michael without hesitation. She didn't have to wait long, the soft knocking on her door late at night, Monika knowing it was Michael. She went to answer the door in only her panties, her heart racing that it might be Miguel, but when she looked through the peephole it was Michael. She opened the door, Michael standing in the hall in his bathrobe, his hard cock jutting out the front boldly.
She was almost naked when she opened the door, as if she were waiting for him, or maybe her mysterious general. He slipped into the room, closing the door behind him, Monika turning her back to him as she started walking to the bed. He looked down at her lovely ass, packed tightly into her panties. His hand moved and gripped her shoulder until she turned around. He pushed down on her shoulder until she submissively kneeled down in front of him, no words said, none needed. He waited until her hands came up and opened his robe, her hands sliding in and gripping his cock. His cock jerked from her soft touch and the way she licked her lips, wetting them for when his cock would slip over them.
He couldn't wait until she got to the bed, Michael stopping her and forcing her to her knees. She knew what he expected, opening his robe, her hands encircling his cock, feeling the rock-hard flesh. She began to stroke it with broad strokes, her fingers tightening as they traveled over the large head. She licked her lips to get them wet, ready to indulge him in her mouth. She looked up at him as her head moved in close, her tongue moving out of her mouth to lightly trace over the thick head. She tightened her grip as it jerked in pleasure from the unexpected touch, holding it tight as her tongue licked all around the head. She turned her head sideways, her tongue trailing up and down the shaft with broad strokes, stopping each time to gather up the juices that escaped from the head, relishing the salty taste. She teased him as much as she teased herself, wanting so bad to shove his hot flesh into her mouth. She had to hold his cock tight to keep if from escaping as her tongue lavished attention on it. Her tongue traced all over it, from the thick head already wet with his cum, all the way down the long shaft, even licking his balls, pushing the errant hairs out of her mouth. His hands moved to the side of her head, Michael growing impatient.
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