The Cuban Connection

The Cuban Connection

The first thing Carl did when he received his first of the thirty annual
checks of two million seven hundred thousand dollars was to go to the
bank to apply for a two million dollar loan. He didn't want to deplete
the principle, he planned to make the payments with the two million
plus, and then after the second and third payments he received, he
would be able to make the payments with the interest. If he stuck with
his game plan, he could have it to where he'd never have to touch his
own money again. 

He could live extremely well off on just the interest from his Powerball
Lottery Jackpot winnings. When he bought the ticket from the little
liquor store down the street he didn't expect to win. He'd been playing
the lottery for over six years, and although he won a couple of dollars
here and there, he never came close to winning the jackpot. At least
not until the jackpot shot up to well over two hundred million. And the
best part of it, he was the sole winner. 

After he met with the contractor whom he hired to build his house after
he purchased the land to have his mansion built on, he planned to go on
an extended vacation while the house was being built. 

He started out with a couple of weeks in Las Vegas, and then he went and
stayed a few weeks in California until he experienced his first earth
quake. Although it was only a small one, he decided it was time to head
east. 

Normally he wouldn't have had a good time being alone on a long road
trip, but with his money he could do nearly anything he wanted, so he
didn't need companionship. If he wanted a piece of ass he could always
find it. There were hookers in nearly every town and state in America,
so if he got horny, pussy was only a phone call away. 

The mansion was only three weeks away from the finally being completed,
so he decided to head to Florida during that time. He'd only been there
once, and he had a great time, even though he was with his ex-wife
while he was there. 

The last time he spent most of their time at Daytona Beach, where he
relaxed for four days while he checked out all the hot ladies who spent
most days sunbathing and swimming. By then he and his ex had grown so
far apart it didn't bother her when she looked over and caught him
gawking at some young dark complected hottie moving along the water's
edge. 

Even though he was alone he still loved Daytona Beach, even more this
time than the last. He spent nearly all of his first day at the beach,
and when he fell asleep he almost burnt from the sun's rays. Luckily a
woman was walking by and saw how he was starting to cook, and without
regard to her own safety, she woke him up and told him that he'd better
put on some sun blocker. 

He appreciated her waking him, so before he got too burnt he got up and
loaded his beach towel and the small radio that he always carried, and
headed for the beach front condo he'd rented for the next three weeks. 

He went to his room and laid down for a few hours, and when he woke up
he was starving, so he quickly showered and got ready to go out to eat. 

His condo was close to most of the restaurants, so he decided rather
than drive, he'd just walk. That way he could take in some of the sites
while he moved down the street. 

When he got close to the seafood restaurant he heard the sound of
someone crying to his right. 

He looked over and saw a young woman sitting on the bench with her body
bent over, and she was crying into her lap. 

After he moved over and sat next to her, she looked up to see who was
attempting to get her attention and she attempted to smile. 

She looked to be Hispanic, and she was definitely a gorgeous woman. She
had long jet black hair, a darker complexion than most native Florida
residents, and she had the body of a goddess. 

She wore a pair of old blue jeans, and a shirt that looked two sizes too
big for her, but he guessed that under those worn out clothes she had a
great body. 

When Carl asked her what was wrong she looked at him and the tears
started to flow even harder. 

He moved closer to her and hugged her and told her that nothing was so
wrong that it couldn't be fixed, that she should talk to him, and he'd
see what he could do to help her. 

Every time she started to tell him what was wrong she would start to cry
that much harder. 

He felt the hunger pains digging at his gut, and he knew he had to get
something to eat soon or he'd be sick. So rather than just walk off and
leave her crying he asked her if she'd like to go in and get something
to eat. Maybe after she had some food in her stomach she'd feel better,
and then she'd be able to tell him what was so terribly wrong. 

All she could do was nod her head yes, and then she stepped into him and
put her forehead against his shoulder as if she was ashamed he had to
see her crying. 

He put his hand around her waist, and by the time they got to the
entrance of the restaurant she was dry enough that she was able to hold
his hand while they were led to a back table. 

He ordered them both steak and lobsters, and after the waitress left
with their order he took his napkin and dipped it in his water glass
and carefully wiped under the young woman's eyes. 

Her eye shadow had run down her face from all the tears, and he wanted
to make her to where she was presentable. She was too gorgeous to sit
and look like a circus clown, so he helped her clean up while they
waited for their meals. 

She told him that her name way Tanya Sanchez, and that she'd just
arrived that morning in his country after being promised a job at one
of the local hotels. When she arrived to go to work she found that the
motel was in the process of filing for bankruptcy, and they weren't
hiring anyone. 

She told him that she had no money, that she had no place to stay, and
now she had no job. She didn't have near enough money to get back home
to Cuba on, so she was stuck. 

He reached over and put his hand on hers and told her not to worry, that
after they ate they would put their heads together and come up with
something. 

While they ate he couldn't keep his eyes off of her. She was truly a
gorgeous woman. She had nice sized breasts, not so big that they didn't
look real, but big enough to turn heads of most of the men she passed
on the street. 

After the meal they went outside and sat back on the bench they'd met
at. He told her that if she'd like she could stay at his condo with him
until she decided what she wanted to do, he had it for three more
weeks, and he would love to have the company. 

She graciously accepted his offer without taking a second to think it
over first. At least she would have a roof over her head for the next
three weeks. 

The room had double beds, so he allowed her to pick which she wanted.
After she picked the one closest to the balcony, he tossed her one of
his clean tee-shirts to change into so she'd have something to sleep
in. He could see all that she owned was what she wore, and he felt
sorry for her. 

After she went in and took her shower, she came back out with the
tee-shirt on and carrying her folded clothes in her hands. She had the
shapeliest legs he could ever remember seeing, and he could feel a
stirring between his legs under the sheets. 

He was amazed at the way she so diligently folded her clothes so they
wouldn't get any worse than they already were, and the more he watched
her the more he was intrigued by her. 

After she was in bed she rolled over on her side to face Carl, and she
thanked him for all he'd done for her. 

As they laid on their sides they told each other about themselves. She
told him that she came from the most remote part of Cuba, where if you
had a dollar in your pocket you were considered a wealthy person. Her
family had been murdered by a group of renegade guerilla fighters, and
that she barely made it out without being detected. 

She told him she'd been promised a job by a friend of her fathers who
had made it out of Cuba nearly a decade early, so she stole, borrowed,
and sold anything she could just to get enough money for a boat ride to
America. 

They left in the dead of night to keep from being detected, and after
nearly a three and a half hour boat ride she got off the boat in Miami
Florida. She'd only arrived just that morning, and after she found the
job opportunity was no longer there, she walked around while she tried
to think of a solution. Several black men had approached her as she
left the boat, and they promised her lots of money if she was willing
to sell her body. She told him she would have only become a prostitute
as a last resort, but she was a survivor, so if it took selling her
body until she could have landed an honorable job, she would have. 

He told her basically everything about himself, except about his
Powerball winning, and how much he was worth. 

He told her that he owned a rather large house in Missouri, and that
while it was being built he decided to go on an extended road trip. 

Even had he told her of his wealth, she wouldn't have been able to
conceive the actual figure. The job she was offered paid seven dollars
and twenty cents an hour, and she thought she was in the big times. 

While they talked Carl couldn't help but watch her mouth move. She was
one of the most sensuous women he'd ever met. He thought about moving
over to her bed to comfort her, but she'd gone through enough without
having to worry about him. 

They talked for several hours, and eventually they were both yawning, so
Carl told her they'd better get some sleep. He told her that he had big
plans for tomorrow, and he hoped that she would come along. When she
heard him include her she nearly broke out in tears again. No one had
ever done anything so nice for her before, at least not without
demanding sex first. She was a virgin, and she'd planned to keep it
that way until her wedding night. 

Carl woke up early, and he moved in the bathroom to shower while Tanya
continued to sleep. When he walked out in only a towel he was surprised
to see her sitting up on the edge of the bed. When he looked up at her
he could see most of the way up her long tee-shirt, and he could feel
his cock start to push against the towel. 

He quickly moved to the closet and chose what he wanted to wear, and
then he headed back to the bathroom to change before she could see his
rapidly growing hard-on. 

After dinner he took her to a clothing store and insisted she pick out
three pairs of pants, three blouses, two bras, five pair of panties,
and two pairs of shoes. She protested, but Carl wouldn't accept no for
an answer, so after two and a half hours, and two hundred fifteen
dollars, they were to the car and headed to Orlando to go see Sea
World. 

They walked around for several hours at sea world, and they watched
three different shows the staff put on, and then they left to go to
lunch. 

Tanya couldn't stop thanking him, so eventually he told her to stop it,
that he was doing it because he liked her, and that she needed help. He
didn't want appraisal or gratitude, that he just wanted her to look
nice, and to be happy. 

When she got up to go to the bathroom Carl studied the map and charted
out the route to St. Petersburg. He wanted to see the ocean without the
big waves like Dayton Beach had. 

When they got to the beach they swam for hours, and they searched for
sand dollars, sea horses, and starfish, and by seven o'clock they were
both bone tired. 

Instead of driving the three hours back to Daytona Beach, they decided
to stay overnight in St. Petersburg, and then head back in the morning. 

The only problem they came to was that the only available room at the
nicest motel had only one bed, but Tanya told him to take it, and that
she would sleep on the sofa. 

When they got to their room Carl refused to let her take the sofa, so
she told him if she had to take the bed, then so did he. 

When he told her that he slept nude, that he didn't even own a pair of
pajama's, she said it was okay, that if it made him feel better she'd
sleep naked too. 

When she first suggested it, he could feel his cock harden, but then he
felt he had to warn her. When he went to sleep, if he was in bed with
someone else he had a tendency to cuddle. She told him that wasn't a
problem for her, that if she woke up in his arms the next morning then
maybe it would make the start of a great day. 

They turned out the lights before they undressed, and then they slipped
into bed at the same time. 

Tanya was still excited about all they did that day, and at the new
clothes he'd bought her. She hadn't had a new pair of anything in
years, and she felt like she had died and gone to heaven when she
walked out with a new outfit on. 

She rolled on her side to face him while she thanked him for all that
he'd done for her. 

He told her not to worry about it, that she could consider herself as
his little sister. 

She quickly told him she didn't want to be his sister, that if he did
she wouldn't be able to this, and then she leaned in and kissed him
deeply on the lips. 

When Carl felt the fullness of her sweet lips on his, he kissed her
back. It didn't feel like a kiss of gratitude, if felt more like the
kiss of two lovers getting ready to make love. 

When he finally had the will power to pull away, he held her back
slightly and told her that she shouldn't tease him, that it was
dangerous. 

She told him she wasn't teasing, and that she really did like him. Then
she told him that if he wanted her like she wanted him, that he had to
be slow and gentle, and that she was a virgin. 

When he heard her say she was a virgin he didn't believe her. How could
such a gorgeous woman still be a virgin when she was in her early to
mid twenties? 

When she saw the look of disbelief on his face she felt she needed to
elaborate. She told him that she'd never met a man she really care
enough about to give it up to, and that she was really trying to hold
it off until she got married. But she knew that was wrong, it would be
like buying a pair of shoes without trying them on first. 

She didn't know how he felt about her, but she was definitely attracted
to him. She didn't know he had money, he never told her, so he knew she
was interested in him because of the way he treated her, and that he
looked at her as an equal. 

He hadn't ever been with a virgin before, so he knew he had to proceed
with kid gloves. He wanted to let her know what he was doing while he
did it, and to make certain she knew she could stop him at any time. 

When he moved in to kiss her he felt something wasn't right with the way
she kissed, so he pulled back and asked her who taught her to kiss. 

When she told him she'd never kissed a man before, he was flabbergasted.
He couldn't begin to imagine a woman her age not ever kissing a man
before. Then he wondered why she wanted him tonight. If it was out of
gratitude, he didn't want her to do it. He helped her because she was a
fantastic person, not because he expected pussy. 

When he told her of his concerns, and how he didn't want her if she felt
obligated, she told him he was wrong, that she wouldn't do that for
that reason. She told him she really cared for him, and that she wanted
for him to be her first. 

When he looked in her eyes he could see a spark, and he knew she was
telling him the truth. He held her hands and told her that when they
kissed this time, to open her mouth slightly so he could slip his
tongue in, and she made a yuck expression. But then he told her to at
least try it to see what it was like, and that if she didn't like it he
would not use his tongue. 

When he kissed her he slowly eased his tongue inside her mouth, and at
first he could tell it disgusted her, but just as he was about to pull
away she put her hand to the back of his head and pulled him back, and
this time she slid her tongue inside his mouth. 

As their tongues battled each other's he could sense her breathing
increase. He could tell she liked to French kiss, and he knew that she
would once she gave it an honest try. 

She moved her upper body over on him using her weight to push him onto
his back. When she kissed him this time she did it like a veteran. She
used her tongue to explore his mouth and to intertwine with his. 

When she pulled back slightly she asked him if she could touch his
privates, and then she told him she hadn't ever seen or touched one
before and she was curious. 

When she lowered her hand under the sheet she trailed his body until she
reached his cock. 

When she wrapped her fingers around him she held almost perfectly still
and gently squeezed and then let up. 

She looked confused, as though she didn't know what to do next, so he
told her to lightly grasp him and slide her hand up and down on him. 

After she did it his way, she gave him a big smile and slowly stroked
him and made him that much harder. She had the expression a woman who'd
accomplished the biggest feat of her life. 

He could feel her breathing pick up with each stroke, and he could tell
she liked the way he felt in her hand. She put a lot of her personality
into her performance, and he enjoyed her that much more. 

She reminded him that she knew nothing about sex, and then she shocked
him when she asked him if he would teach her everything she should
know. 

When she felt his cock twitch she didn't have to wait for his answer,
she could tell by how hard he'd gotten that he would. 

Carl had her lay on her back, and then he leaned over her and started to
kiss her as though they were old lovers. He slid his tongue as far back
in her mouth as he could, and when he moved his hand onto her stomach
he could feel her shiver. 

As he kissed her, he slid his hand up along her stomach until he had her
tit cupped in his hand. He could hear her moans when he started to
lightly squeeze them. He felt her hard nipples pressed up against the
palm of his hand, so he slid his hand down and took her nipple between
his finger and thumb and started to gently work on it. He lightly
twisted it back and forth, and then he gently pressed in on it in a
squeezing fashion. 

When she felt him kiss down her neck to her tit, she couldn't pull her
eyes away. She saw him lean in and lick the hardened nub before he
sucked it into his mouth. The warmth of his mouth had her excited, and
she started to squirm. When he slid his hand down her stomach towards
her pussy she closed her eyes and concentrated on his hand. He slid his
fingers over her mound and onto her clit, it was unlike anything she'd
ever experienced before, and she liked the gentleness in his touches. 

She'd never felt anything like it before. Her whole body responded to
his touches by swaying and jerking each time he slid his finger over
the crown of her swollen clit. She was scared, but at the same time she
was also excited. She'd heard that the first time that she had sex that
it would hurt like hell, and her pain threshold was low. 

When he kissed further down her body she had no idea what he planned to
do. What could he possibly do with his mouth down by her privates? 

He slid his tongue over her mound and down the crack until he touched
her clit. When she felt his tongue press against her clit she couldn't
help herself. She tossed her head back and screamed at the top of her
lungs. She'd never felt anything like it in her life. It made her pussy
feel different. It felt like it was leaking. 

Carl knew that every time she jerked and her pussy flowed, it was from a
series of smaller orgasms, and each time she flowed he licked at her
juices with each jerk of her body. 

While he licked her clit she looked down to watch. She never would have
believed anyone if they'd told her that people licked other people in
such nasty spots, but it felt so good that she didn't want him to stop. 

Each time he licked down her slit she squirmed more. Then afterwards he
licked back up to her clit to work his tongue over the crown for
several seconds before he licked back down her slit. 

He rubbed the inside of her leg with his hand until he came to her
pussy, then he slid his finger up and down her slit while he
concentrated his efforts on her clit with his tongue. She felt in a way
she'd never felt before. It was like her innards were trying to push to
the outside of her skin. Her whole body was shaking and quivering each
time he gently bit down on her down on her swollen clit. 

When he first started to lick her clit was the first time she'd ever
really looked hard at her own pussy, and she was amazed on how it
looked, and what all he did to it. 

She'd heard of fucking before, and she had the basic idea what it was,
but she didn't know you could fuck with your tongue also. She expected
him to kiss her for a few minutes and then slide his hard cock up
inside her. She'd never heard of foreplay before, but she was ecstatic
that the first person she'd been with was heavy into it. 

If it hadn't been for the foreplay she probably would have been scared
out of her mind, but with all that he did to her, it more or less
worked her up to the fucking part. 

When Carl repositioned his body in a more comfortable position she was
able to see his cock, and she saw that a clear fluid had seeped from
the head. She slid her hand down his stomach and onto his cock to
investigate further to make certain he wasn't hurt. She slid her hand
over the head of his cock and smeared the pre-cum into her palm, and
then she pulled her hand up to her face to smell the substance. The
smell wasn't all that pleasant, but she had the unexplainable urge to
taste it. When she moved it to her mouth she slid her tongue to her
palm and licked, and she found that it wasn't all that bad. 

It was salty and gooey but overall not too bad. She wondered if that was
his cum. She'd heard about when men came during sex, but she expected
that there would be a lot more than that. 

After she licked her palm she moved her hand back to his cock and
started to stroke him like she'd done earlier. She loved how he felt in
her hand, it was hard, yet the skin was the softest she'd ever felt.
She watched the pre-cum seep with each stroke, and she wondered how
many times he'd be able to cum before he went soft. 

When Carl repositioned his body to where his pelvis was up by her head,
she had his cock within inches of her face. She didn't know why, and if
someone would have asked her later why she did it she couldn't have
explained, but she leaned in and licked the pre-cum directly from his
cock. 

It didn't smell as badly as it did when it was on her hand, and the
taste was a little bit more salty, but she liked it anyway. 

When she heard him moan from when she licked the pre-cum she knew she'd
done something he liked, so she moved back in and started to lick on
the head of his cock. His moans went from an intermittent sound to a
steady low rumbling sound, and she knew he was excited over her
actions. While she licked the head he started to pump his cock towards
her mouth, and at one point he moved forward enough that the head
actually slid in her mouth. 

She didn't jerk away when he tried to push it back in. She didn't know
why, but for some odd reason she felt that he wanted to shove his cock
in her mouth. With as much as he'd done for her so far she couldn't see
she had a reason to not allow him to do so, so the next time he moved
forward she slid her mouth down on him until the head touched the back
of her throat. 

She could tell by his heavier moans that he liked what she did, so she
didn't wait until he pulled out and pushed back, she immediately
started to slide up and down on him. 

Occasionally she'd stop sliding her mouth on him when his tongue worked
certain parts on her clit and around her hole. When the feelings from
his tongue action moved at her nearly crippling the movements, she
couldn't concentrate enough to do what she wanted. And at one point it
took her breath away, and she couldn't move at all. Her pussy started
to feel strange, and her body felt as though it was in overdrive. When
she tightened up her body and held her breath she had no idea what was
happening to her. She let out a scream when it got too much for her to
handle any longer, and when her body went limp she felt her pussy
explode. When she looked down to watch what was happening she saw her
juices splash against his face and neck, and it scared her. She didn't
know what was happening, but it felt better than anything she'd ever
felt before. It was even more intense than when he licked on her clit. 

After she shot her last stream of cum she busted out in tears. The
excitement overwhelmed her and she couldn't stop. She had no idea why
she was crying, or how to stop it. It was as though she had no control
over her emotions any longer. 

After she was able to get her emotions in check she wanted to know what
happened to her, and why he did what he did, and why she felt compelled
to do what she did. 

He sat her down and explained most of it to her. He told her that the
way she felt at the end was because she'd had a huge orgasm, and that
many women who experienced it the first time often cried because of all
the emotions hitting them at once. 

Once she finished asking questions about that aspect of their sex, she
wanted to know about the oral sex they'd done. When he told her that
the juice that he leaked out was only pre-cum, she became excited. He
told her that when he got to the point she was at, that he would also
shoot out a fairly large amount of sperm and semen. 

Then she asked about intercourse. He told her that since she was still a
virgin she should still have her hymen attached, and that when they
made love and his cock pushed against it and broke it, she would feel a
sharp pain, but if she gritted her teeth and rode it out, afterwards
she would love how it felt. 

She closed her eyes and tried to imagine the first time they would make
love. How much pain would she actually have, and how long would it
last. The way he put it, it would only last a few seconds, and she knew
she could handle that, but would she truly enjoy having a man's thing
up inside her. She couldn't imagine how it could possibly feel good,
but she knew she had to find out. 

She reiterated about her being a virgin, and asked him to be gentle and
move slowly once again, and then she asked him to make love to her. 

Carl wanted to start out all over again to get her excited. He didn't
want to just jump in and make love to her as if it were a lesson. He
wanted to show her just how good it was. 

He moved back up and kissed her just as he did earlier, and then he
kissed back down to her chest. 

He spent time on her tits and nipples until he had her squirming once
again, then he carefully moved on top of her. 

When he moved the head of his cock against her vagina she flinched with
fear. He didn't slide it all the way in at first. He took the head of
his cock and rubbed it on the entrance until he felt her relax. When he
felt it was time he just slid the head in and held still until she got
used to it, then he slid in until he was pressed up against her hymen.
He backed up a half inch or so and pushed forward until he busted her
hymen and was buried deep up inside her. 

When her hymen busted it did hurt, but not nearly as much as she'd
expected it to. She didn't see what the big deal was. What he was doing
to her felt okay, but she didn't find it to be anything as enjoyable as
she'd expected. 

But then when he started to slide in and out of her slowly her opinion
changed. She could feel her body start to re-act, almost like it
controlled her, and eventually it felt so good she started to move up
at him as he moved down to slide back in her. 

She could feel her pussy getting wetter with each pump, and she felt
like she did when he used his tongue on her. She couldn't imagine
coming from what he was doing, but she knew it was the same feeling
she'd had earlier, right before she came. 

The more he pumped in her the better it felt, and after several minutes
she started to love how it felt. 

When she came she shot her cum out at him and it was a mixture of her
blood and cum. The sheet under her was bright red from when he busted
her hymen and the blood flowed out onto the sheets. 

After she got off she couldn't figure out why he kept sliding his cock
in and out of her, then it came to her like a lightning bolt. He had
cum yet. So she assumed she was supposed to just lie there until he
finished. 

But it didn't work that way for her. After a few minutes of waiting on
him she started to get excited all over again. She couldn't figure why
she'd cum so many times already, and he hadn't cum his first time yet.
She would have to remember to ask him about that later when they were
done, rested, and ready to talk. 

She couldn't believe how incredible it felt when he came inside her.
When she felt him cumming it immediately sent her into high gear and
she shot out at him while he emptied out in her. 

She came almost as hard the third time as she did the first and second,
and she knew she'd finally met a man she could love forever. 

It didn't take much for them to fall to sleep. They were both exhausted,
and once the room got silent both of them quickly dozed off. 

At two o'clock in the morning Tanya woke up with tears flowing down her
face. She had only two and a half weeks left until Carl would leave to
return back home, and she was already missing him. She tried not to,
but she had fallen deeply in love with him. She hated the idea that in
a short time he would be out of her life forever. She didn't mind being
on her own as much as the fact he wouldn't be with her. 

She moved up close to him and slid her hands around his waist and kissed
his back. She was hurting, and she didn't know if she'd be able to
sleep or not, but she wanted to be as close to him as she could, at
least until he said his goodbyes. 

She knew she'd never meet another man like him again, and it saddened
her. 

But she also knew she was a survivor, so no matter what life threw at
her, she would pull through and become that much stronger. 

The end.

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