by Powerone
Her asshole was fluttering, his finger testing its resiliency, teasing at it without entering her. He finally abandoned it, yanking her cheeks apart until her crack had almost disappeared, her anal ring stretched wide, open and vulnerable. His mouth attacked her ass, kisses, followed by bites on the firm flesh, all the while he kept her open, Monika knowing how vulnerable she was. His hands grabbed her hips, pulling her up until she was submissively on her knees, her ass pushed back provocatively. He nudged her thighs apart until her legs were spread wide, her pussy and ass opened. His fingers tugged on either side of her anal ring, stretching it. He began to lick up the damp crack, starting at her pussy, moving up along the delicate crack, her body trembling with the touch of his tongue. She trembled, knowing where his tongue was going. He was going to lick her in a place that only Michael had the privilege of touching.
She was on her knees, her ass thrust back in submission, her legs spread wide. All of her body was open for his inspection. And she was drenched at the thought of it. And now he was kissing her ass, literally, sharp bites along the crack, Monika almost afraid where he was going with all of this. As much as she knew what would happen, it still surprised her when she felt it. A hot, wet tongue began to lap over her anal ring, setting it into spasms from the obscene act. She tried to move away, panicking when she felt the sharp pain as Michael's hand slapped her ass.
"Don't move!” He slapped her ass again, her twin cheeks already turning pink with the imprint of his hand. “Get that ass back up.” This time when he slapped her, it was between her legs, on her pussy.
"EEEEWWWW.” She couldn't believe it, not only spanking her ass like he did before, but his hand came up and slapped her on the lips of her pussy. Her ass rose up high, her legs spreading willingly, wagging her ass back at him. She was almost begging him to hit her between her legs again, the sharp slap bringing such elicit tremors through her body.
"Much better.” He went back to the task at hand, peeling apart the globes of her ass, his head pressed between them and began to lick all around her anal ring. Her cheeks tried to shut on his face, but his hands returned to her cheeks. Just the touch of his hands kept her obedient, Monika knowing what would happen if she denied him his pleasure. He ringed her asshole, feeling the spasms that his tongue set off in her body. His fingers pushed to the side of her anal ring, pressing until he felt it begin to flower open, watching intently as the dark hole began to expand from the center. His tongue breached her, a gasp of shame from her lips at being entered in such a manner, his tongue stretching her wide as he fought her muscles trying to force his tongue out.
It was perverted, Michael tonguing her asshole, tasting such a place, the thought of it shaming her. And all she could do was pose up her body to this unspeakable act, fighting the tongue that pressed into her rectum, setting her muscles into uncontrollable clenching as they tried to force out his unwanted tongue. His beard scratched her cheeks, but Monika could do nothing but take this oral assault on her ass. It was long minutes before Michael grew tired of teasing her, pulling back until he was kneeling behind her. She held her breath in heated expectations. What he fuck me there? Was he just making my anus wet to sodomize me?
It was still not time yet to fuck her in the ass. She had learned obedience, letting him have his way with her asshole in spite of her revulsion for the act. And by the way her pussy was glistening with her juices, she protested more than she needed to, for deep down she craved to be taken against her will. “Put my cock in you."
She reached back, feeling his cock jutting out along her ass cheeks. Where did he want me to put it? In my ass? Or my pussy? She rubbed it up and down her crack, Michael saying nothing as she gathered up her wetness from his saliva on her pussy and ass, coating his cock. She felt the hot flesh pulsating in her hand, her pussy wanting to feel it deep inside her. She slid it lower, putting the head of his cock inside her pussy, her wet, tight hole welcoming it, her ass shoved back onto the rigid prick. She heard him grunt in pleasure as her pussy engulfed his cock, tightening her muscles in hopes of pleasing him. His hands moved to her hips, guiding her up and down on his cock. She felt his cock fill her, rotating her ass, clenching her pussy as he pulled out, all in the hopes of pleasing him. She felt him lay on her back, his hips moving faster as he began the rhythmic thrusting inside her, the thick head of his cock bringing such pleasure to her. His body enveloped hers, his hands around her waist, one hand sliding down to feel his cock as it fucked her. She arched her hips up higher, taking him deeper, Michael encouraged to rub her clit. His fingers were strong as they pinched the swollen organ.
Her pussy engulfed his big cock in her hot, tight hole, Monika making her muscles tighten on his thick shaft in spite of the powerful strokes he took her with. His fingers danced from her nipples to her clit, keeping her moving, her ass rotating in a wide circle as he continued the rhythmic fucking with his hips, making her take the deep, full strokes inside her. And she took it with pleasure, moaning softly each time his cock plunged deep inside her. He pulled back, sitting up on his knees so he could admire her lovely ass that danced as he fucked her, his eyes feasting on her asshole.
She felt the pleasure building in her body as Michael fucked her hard and fast, his hands on her hips, as he pulled back, sure that his eyes were devouring her asshole as she fucked back on his cock. She didn't care, needing to cum so badly, hoping Michael would do the same when she did. She could almost feel the powerful jets of cum inside her.
"Cum for me, Monika,” he casually demanded of her. He felt her tighten her pussy on him, his finger playing along her crack to tease at her anus one last time before he came. He couldn't take much more, his balls ready to explode. His finger touched her anus, pushing until he felt it breach her tight hole and enter the unexplored territory of her rectum. Her asshole was even tighter than her pussy, pushing hard against her muscles in her rectum, a gasp from Monika as his finger twisted inside her.
She felt like a trained dog, Michael ordering her to cum, but deep down his voice was all that was needed. She gripped his cock lovingly as he fucked her, her pussy tightening up even more when his finger speared her asshole brutally, shoved inside, pressing hard against the muscles that tried to fight off the obscene intrusion. But it did little to dampen her enthusiasm, in fact it only added to her surrender, Michael taking her body in whatever manner he chose, Monika unwilling to stop him. “EEEEEEWWWW,” she screamed as she felt the first jet of cum shoot inside her, blasting deep in her pussy. She came with him, his cock never slowing down, spewing his cum inside her as he fucked her. Her ass cheeks continually clenched and unclenched, her asshole pierced by a thick finger that moved inside her like a snake. It only added to her submission, the orgasm racing through her body.
He couldn't last any longer, plunging one last time deep inside her, his cockhead banging hard against her cervix, his cum racing up from his balls to shoot deep inside her. He blasted her insides with hot cum, pulling out to shoot a second load as his cock plunged back in. He continued to fuck her as he came, Monika's pussy gripping him so tight that he could barely pull his cock out. He kept his finger in her ass as she came, feeling her asshole muscles tighten each time she came. He finally dumped all of his cum inside her, leaving his cock just inside her as Monika calmed down, her head laying on the bed, her wet hair stuck to her head, a light sheen of sweat on her naked back making her sexier.
Her body was exhausted, Michael's cock still sitting inside her. “Can you take your finger out of my ass?” Monika asked almost two casually, even though it felt so strange, Michael never leaving his finger still.
Michael reluctantly pulled his finger out, watching as her asshole closed slowly, the dark, black hole slowly shrinking until it was gone, the skin around her wrinkled hole a light pink, the only sign of his abuse. “If I must,” slapping her on the ass before she finally turned over.
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CHAPTER 5—Cuba, the Land of Mystery
There wer
e four of them, Michael, Monika, Joanna and Sandra. Joanna was blonde, the cheerleader type, full, firm breasts, a set of lips that made Michael's cock hard when she spoke. Monika had seen it in him when they talked. Sandra had black hair, long and straight, half way down her back. Monika knew that she was Michael's fetish for long haired girls, liking them naked, their hair covering their body, nipples peeking out mysteriously between the hairs. He had lost his redhead when the TA was involved in the car accident, his true lust. Monika would have gladly dyed her hair red for Michael, but his lust was for the red bush between her legs, not on her head. Monika still didn't know what drew Michael to her, but she would do little to complain or even ask, just grateful for the chance.
They had a chance to get off the plane in Mexico City, an hour delay before the flight to Havana. They finally boarded, the plane filling up fast. And most of them were not Cubans, but businessmen from many countries, all drawn to do business with Castro's Cuba since the American's refused to do so. Cuba still had natural resources that were sought by others, especially the hopes for the oil offshore. The four of them stayed together, Michael getting looks, sure that they believed he was a pimp bringing American prostitutes to Cuba.
He warned the girls to be prepared. “We are some of the few Americans that are allowed into Cuba. And we are not terribly liked, but that would be an understatement. I am not sure how they will treat us at customs, especially attractive American girls, but you should expect anything. They might try humiliating you, not unfathomable that they will make you strip naked and be searched. And not by female officers, but males. I still don't know why I got the visa to come to Cuba after turning me down for six years, but you should expect anything."
Monika had never even thought of that, her travel contained to the United States where they still treated you with some respect, though that had changed after 911. How would I handle that? Would it be difficult or actually be exciting?
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It was already hot and sticky in the terminal in Havana, waiting in line for only a few minutes. They had worn skirts and blouses, wanting to put out a professional look but were already regretting it.
"Senor, will you and your party come with me?” The Cuban soldier carried an AK47, his tan uniform stained with perspiration.
"Well, I'm sure it wasn't hard to spot us. Guess we should follow him, since he is the one carrying the gun.” He could see the nervousness in the girls, trying to make light of it. They were led down a long corridor, stopping at the first door. “Senor, please go in here."
"But what about the others. Can't they go with me?” He hoped they wouldn't be split up.
"They will be treated with respect, Sir, now please enter, they are waiting for you. And they tend to grow impatient.” He moved his hand to the AK47 in a threatening manner.
"We'll all meet outside in the terminal near the front entrance.” Michael wasn't sure exactly where, but he would find them all. “Take a deep breath and remain calm. It will be okay.” No matter what he said, they all had a look of fear etched in their faces.
It wasn't what Michael had expected. Inside were three soldiers, but not the burly soldiers with AK47's, but three female soldiers, the tan uniforms stretched tightly across lovely breasts, full hips highlighted by tight pants. Yet they all wore army boots, their pants tucked into them. And all had a holster with a revolver, a Ghs-18. Michael knew his firearms, wishing he had one now. He had warned the girls that they might try to humiliate them but never expected it to happen to him.
"Would you put your carry-on bag on the table, Senor, and stand over there while we search it?” Captain Yelinda Famosa was in charge, a ten-year veteran and an intense patriot. She had been told of the American's arrival and had been given explicit orders. She would carry them out with pleasure. She had brought two privates with her, wanting young girls, though she was not sure that this man would be humiliated by stripping naked. At least at the end he would know that the police would be keeping a special eye on him.
Michael watched as the two privates began to tear his carry-on bag apart, even ripping out the lining in the bottom, but Michael knew that he had to be careful. Only common items that he could disguise were brought with him, the rest would be supplied by the rebels.
"If you would face the wall and put your hands outstretched on it, Senor. Michael is it not?” Captain Famosa moved towards him. He was indeed handsome, she would enjoy this.
He felt her hands on him, a strange reversal or roles for Michael. Usually he is the one doing the inspecting. But the Captain was attractive, and he couldn't stop his cock from getting hard even if he wanted to. And he didn't. She searched his upper body, her hands running over the front of his chest, Michael able to feel her pointed breasts pushing into his back. He held his breath as her hand slid down over his stomach, stopping briefly at his belt, his cock straining to get lose of the tight pants that constricted his hard-on.
She had to admit he had a nice body, a firm chest. Her hand ran down his chest, lowering down to slide down the front of his pants. She had already seen the bulge in his pants. She felt his cock, her fingers curling around it. “Is this you, Senor, or are you carrying a large gun?” She felt it jump in her hand, squeezing tighter on it.
"If you continue to squeeze it like that, Captain, I'm afraid it might shoot at you,” trying to make a joke, but it didn't go far.
"Are you threatening me, Michael?” She let lose of his cock, but it still felt like it was in her hands.
"No, Captain, I'm sorry. I was just trying to make a joke.” It seemed that his humor was lost on her or through the translation in her head. He saw the other two come over, his belongings back in his bag. They were young girls, barely out of their teens, but nothing could hide the delicious bodies beneath the drab, tan uniforms.
"Take off your shirt.” Her voice was demanding, her smile gone from her face. The two privates looked at Michael with a hunger in their eyes. Hungry for his body.
Michael did as he was ordered, neatly folding it and placing it on the table. He didn't have to wait long before she told him to take off her shoes and socks, Michael sitting down briefly to comply. When he stood back up he only had his pants, knowing that it wouldn't be long. He would almost be grateful, feeling his cock harder than he had every felt it before, straining to get out of the constricting fabric of his pants. He hoped the girls were faring better than he was.
"You take good care of your body, Michael, in spite of being an American.” So many of the foreigners that came to Cuba are fat and flabby middle-aged men. This one had a flat stomach, large arms and powerful hands. But he didn't scare Captain Famosa. She could handle any man twice her size. And she was an expert with her revolver, able to subdue any man bigger. “Your pants now, Michael."
Michael unbuckled the belt slowly, opening the front of his pants, his hand sliding down the zipper slowly, filling the silent room with the hiss of it. He drew them down his legs, stepping out of them. He stood in his shorts, nonchalantly folding his pants with precision to lay them on the table. He looked down, his shorts barely able to contain his cock, the outline of his thick shaft and big head etched in the fabric.
"The shorts, Michael. Strip naked for me.” Captain Famosa loved the power her position gave her, though she wished she could rattle this one. The two privates’ mouths almost dropped open when his huge cock popped free, springing to attention. It was almost as big as a babies arm, the head as big as a young girl's fist. For an American, it was an impressive weapon, though Captain Famosa tried hard to ignore it.
"Hands on the wall again, Michael. And legs apart this time. I must check to make sure you aren't bringing in any contraband. Your American CIA is very devious. I have heard many stories where they use innocent people to smuggle in contraband to the rebels.” She picked up the rubber gloves, snapping them noisily as she put them on, warning Michael of her intended use.
Michael spread against the wall, the snap of the rubber gloves surprising him.
He hadn't thought of that, though it swam through his brain now. He jumped when she first touched him, not gentle, her hand grabbing his balls, surprised she was so strong. She squeezed his balls until he groaned in pain.
Her hands slipped between his legs, his heavy ball sack hanging down so vulnerable, Captain Famosa grabbing them in one hand and squeezing it hard until she knew she was hurting him. “Is that too hard, Michael?"
God damn, his stomach turning as she squeezed his balls, crushing them in her powerful hands. It was almost like something he would do. But he refused to give in to her. “NOO,” he managed to stammer out bravely. She released her grip, but only briefly, squeezing again, this time finding one single ball to crush. Michael felt a sharp pain in his guts.
"Private, help out.” She had already instructed them on what to do, the young private putting on her rubber gloves. She stood to the side of him, one hand reaching out in front of him. She grabbed his cock, bending it down until it was almost bent at an unnatural angle, her hand firmly gripping the thick shaft. “You too,” Captain Famosa ordering the other private.