Free Havana Nights by Jessica Brooks Page A

what I expected to be several sweet mojitos. Juan called my name and put one in my hand.  I continued to walk toward the elevator.
    It all seemed like I had never left. My room faced El Malecon and the Caribbean Sea. Cohiba Especiale cigars and lighter were on the desk. The lights were dimmed. The computer was set up. The windows were opened, allowing the warm moist tropical air to envelop me. There was a soft knock, as I got undressed. Victoria did not wait for me to answer. She swept into the room as if on a breeze. Just seeing her eased the lingering frustrations of the last several months.
    Victoria has such a presence. She is tall, with thin waist round hips, a rounder ass, and sumptuous tits. Somehow, sucking them never seemed like enough. Her brown nipples always seemed pointed. She had long black hair, with reddish tints, auburn highlights, and bright eyes. It had been 14 years since the day in March of 1997, when I first met her.  The fact that she still came to me was a miraculous gift.
    She could see I was angry. It appeared to her that I was always angry at the start of our visits. She would say to me : “ bring me your anger and I will turn it into passion . ” I stood there wrapped in a towel. She approached slowly. She looked into my eyes, and began to sink to her knees. I held her eyes with mine as she reached for my balls and caressed them. The world began to disappear in that moment.
    She held eye contact with me as she found me and sucked me into her mouth, and I grew. She continued to hold me with her lips as I found the back of her throat. And she gagged I grew against her tonsils and she swallowed me. She continued to stare up to my eyes, and I down into hers as she felt me with her tongue.
    As happy at the moment as I was, I was still angry and reached down and grabbed her hair. Roughly and firmly I held her there and worked myself deeper into her throat. As my grip tightened on her hair, she put her hands behind her back. She was giving herself up to me. I jabbed my dick now hard down her throat one more time and then removed her head and twisted her back, exposing her chest. With my free hand I reached down, and freed her breasts from the restraints of her lace bodice. Then, I squeezed one and then the other nipple until she whimpered a bit. I dragged her to her feet with her nipples. I spun her around and firmly held her arms behind her back.  I wondered why I even bothered to tie her. She would give herself up without the restraints. The effort to tie her always turned me on and so I tied her arms behind her back with rough thick gold cord from the drapes close by.
    Extra cord was left over from her hands and so I tied around her hips. Then, down between her legs to her ankles. I ran the cord roughly around her ankles and pulled them up and behind her so she was tied into an almost kneeling position. She could kneel or more importantly when on her back, not close her legs or if she were on her stomach, be bent over and accessible from the rear. In all events she could not use her hands to protect herself. She was spread and open to my approaches without defense, and she was becoming more wet as she lay there on the bed.
    I rolled her over on her back and worked my way down to her sweet pussy. Hair neatly trimmed to a directional arrow above her slit, I spread her lips with my tongue and began to enjoy what I had dreamed of since leaving Key West. I found her clit with my tongue and worked it, bit it once or twice and then sucked it deeply into my mouth. She flinched with the pain of the bites and shook with the anticipation of the stimulation of her pussy.
    As I continued to lick her, I moved around and positioned myself over her face. She sought and found my engorged member with her mouth and sucked it in. I wanted to fuck her mouth like it was her cunt or ass, and she knew what was next.
    As I worked ever more feverishly on her ever dampening pussy, she swallowed me more and more deeply. She