The door of the long stretch limousine was already open, Monika bending over to get in the classic Cadillac, sure that many men were staring as her ass as her short skirt rode up high in the back. She was actually enjoying the bit of exhibitionism. Miguel was teaching her well. She looked inside, not surprised to see him sitting there waiting for her, dressed in his finest uniform, his large chest busting with ribbons. “I’m glad you’re here.”
“I told you I would, Monika. El Presidente is anxious to see you. He talks about your mother and now you incessantly. I think brief affairs have a tendency to have a longer life, the things missed harder to forget.” His cock was already hard in expectation of Monika, the girl able to do that to him with such ease. But he doubted that he would have her tonight, sure El Presidente would monopolize her time.
“I am so fortunate to meet him again. I know how busy he must be. And thank you for that information. Michael is beyond words, not knowing what is happening. And I like it that way.” She fingered her handbag nervously.
“Yes, I like Michael guessing also. It is good for him.” The ride was short, going again to El Capitolio Nacional, this time pulling up in front, a soldier there to hold the door open for them.
Monika got out first, sure that Miguel did it to get the best view as she bent over to get out the door. She took her time getting out, sure that her skirt was half up over her ass, Miguel’s ass that he had possessed.
She was such a tease, showing off her ass as she got out. He watched her as she looked around once she got out. “Everything okay?” he asked, concerned that she was a little nervous. After all, she was meeting with El Presidente. The first time was a complete surprise, this time she had a chance to think about it. Her heels tapped along the tile floors, finally getting to the end of the hall, a large double door that had to be over ten feet tall, two guards standing at the side. They snapped to attention as he approached, a nod his only recognition as they opened the door for them. “I will leave you here, Monika. Enjoy yourself as I know you will.”
She didn’t reply, walking into the room, a fire dancing off the wall, cigar smoke wafting up from the large leather chair. She walked over to it until she saw the familiar face of El Presidente. “Good evening, sir,” she said without thinking. It sounded so formal. After all, this is the one that saw her pussy and sucked on the cigar that was coated with her juices. They were more intimate than a sir.
He could tell she was nervous. “You look ravishing tonight, Monika. Have a seat and call me Fidel. I think we are a bit more intimate than most.”
She sat across from him, nervously clutching her handbag. “Yes, I guess we are. Fidel,” she added. “How did you like your cigar?” She began to get more comfortable.
“I smoked it in the intimacy of my bedroom, savoring every sweet puff of smoke. It’s surprising how much better good Cuban tobacco can be when drenched in your sweet pussy juices. I was sorely disappointed when it was gone.”
“Maybe a box of them for Christmas would be appropriate,” she teased him, though the thought of masturbating with that many cigars did appeal to her.
“Yes, that would be memorable. For both of us, though I doubt you could accomplish the task in one night. I think your arousal would be satisfied before you got to the last cigar.”
“Yes, that’s true, but I would suffer countless nights of masturbation if only for your pleasure, Fidel.” She was getting much more comfortable. And aroused, the conversation heated almost from the start.
The door opened, five servants bringing in a table and chairs along with the food. “I hope you are hungry. I had some Cuban delicacies prepared especially for you.”
“I have this oral fixation, loving anything in my mouth. Food is no exception.”
“Yes, you do seem to take after your mother,” he teased her, sitting back in his chair and laughing.
She broke out laughing with him, Miguel must have told of their secrets. She had never thought of her mother in that way, but this reminded her of the truth in it. Maybe she would make it truer before the night was over. They both sat down, their conversation light but always with sexual innuendos, most of them quite blatant. She wasn’t sure where the evening was going, but she began to see Fidel differently. As she saw Michael and Miguel. Strong and sexually demanding. Just the type of person that made her pussy wet with desire.
Fidel found her even more charming than before, and she seemed to be sexually sparring with him since she arrived. Any uneasiness she had when she first came in was gone, Fidel only seeing a very desirable woman seated across from him, her every movement making his cock hard as his imagination took hold. Her putting her fork in her mouth was sensuous, the way her lips curled around it like they would a cock. His cock. The dinner went quickly, desert taking only a few minutes as if they were both in a hurry to get dinner behind them. Fidel finally got up, the servants taking the table and chairs away in minutes, leaving them alone again.
“Miguel tells me you love performing. Sexually,” he added.
She tried not to look surprised, but she was sure that Miguel’s loyalty was with El Presidente and he held no secrets from him. “It’s hard not to when I am bound. And you have such a lovely collection of fine furniture in the building. Designed for that express purpose. And Miguel has exceptional talents to please.”
“Yes, I have heard that before from others about him. Are you just as accommodating when not bound?” He stood up, walking over to her, picking up the blindfold that he had on the table.
She saw it in his hand. A black blindfold, shiny silk, an elastic band around it. She wasn’t sure what was about to happen, but she was sure that only her imagination that would see it, the blindfold destined to take away her sight. She had felt it when the rebels captured her, the hood making her other senses come alive, more acute, the pleasure greater. She didn’t say anything as he stood behind her, pulling her head from the back of the chair as she felt the blindfold slip around her head. The darkness was sudden and black, not a hint of light reaching inside. Her hands were at her side, her fists clenched as she began to imagine the most perverse things.
“Stand up. You are going to have to trust me to guide you. Can you do that, Monika?”
She felt his hand help her up. She had never done anything like this, though her panties were already damp with desire. “Yes, Fidel,” she answered in a soft whisper, though she didn’t know why. It was like she had to whisper since she couldn’t see, her voice sounding louder. She began to walk, her body tense as she waited to walk into things, but Fidel guided her expertly, Monika able to almost feel walls near her as she walked, as if she were sensing them. She heard a door opening, and then heard what sounded like echoes as they walked. Were we going down the same hall that I came in?
“You’re doing well, Monika. Just a little farther.” He watched her body as she walked, the gentle bounce of her breasts, looking over her shoulders to watch her swing her ass sensuously. He was like a voyeur that wouldn’t be caught ogling her body. He stopped for a moment, opening the door. “Inside, Monika.”
She felt the warmth of the room as they entered. Not what you would feel from a room that had been unprepared. Or empty. They were walking, both of them tapping on the floor, but she thought she heard something else, though she couldn’t identify it. Was it traffic outside? Or people nearby?
Fidel brought her to the chaise lounge in the middle of the room, the black leather chair over six feel long, with one end sloping sharply up in the back.