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Cuban Working Girl’s Story

Cuban Working Girl’s Story

My main fantasy has always been, for as long as I can remember, to be a slut at the beck and call of a guy; to be used and abused according to his whim. Most of my stories reflect this and I decided to go one step further and actually write a story in which I was a prostitute. Having visited Cuba, for scuba diving purposes, I had seen the Jineteras plying their trade in the streets and on the beaches.

Most of them were young, slender, beautiful young girls between 18 and 25 and my husband just couldn’t
take his eyes off them

However a white skinned, red headed English girl does not conjure up the image of a Cuban prostitute. I have therefore undergone the body transference to become a 19 year old, tall, dark skinned, dark haired mulatto Cuban. I especially enjoyed losing 10 years from my age.

As I stretched my dark skinned body out on the hot, golden sand beneath me I could feel the cool Caribbean breeze flowing gently over my firm body and welcomed it in the heat of the afternoon sun. My tiny white bikini that barely covered my pussy and nipples, and failed entirely to cover my bum cheeks, was provocative in the extreme and is why I chose to wear it on this particular day. It had been a gift from one of my regular American clients who flew in 4 or 5 times a year, via The Bahamas, to sample a week of sex amongst the many ‘Jineteras’ that were available to tourists in the many nightclubs, streets, bars and beaches of President Castro’s 21st century Cuba.

The trade of the Jineteras, which translated means ‘horse riding’, was on the increase since the Soviets had broken off relationships with Cuba at the collapse of communism there. The people of Cuba had become even poorer than they had been before. I and my family included.

However, with our President encouraging us to obtain American dollars and opening shops especially for us to spend them in, my trade was paying off very well and I could now earn enough money in one night to send back home to my family to feed them for a month. All I had to do was give, a few blow jobs and get fucked several times in one night and I was ‘rich’ in Cuban standards. I knew that by lying on the hot beach and showing my body to the passing foreign punters I would be in for another money earning afternoon.

At 19 my body was ripe for plucking and fucking and my long, dark hair that threaded down over my brown shoulders served to highlight the clear mulatto skin on my body. I had the looks that the white tourists so desired and for which they were more than willing to part with their hard earned US dollars. I could easily command $50 for a quick blow job and fuck; many were willing to pay double that to do it without a condom.

I never let a guy fuck me without a rubber jacket but I was more than willing to have him unload his cum into my slender mouth and have it slide down my throat into my stomach. Not just for the extra dollars it brought me but because I enjoyed the feel of all that hot sperm erupting into my mouth. If a client could not afford the extra to cum in my mouth, most preferred to pull their throbbing cocks from my cunt, pull the rubber off and have me jerk them to completion over my dark skinned body.

The sight of the white cum as it spurted over my tanned skin usually drove the punters wild and they would usually cum back for more a day or two later.

As I lay there on the hot sand, contemplating my life, my thoughts travelled briefly back to my childhood in Moron in the Region of Ciego De Avila; some 5 hour’s drive from Havana and the city I had now made my home. I had been born Arils Yenissei Polios to my poor Cuban parents who had etched out a meager living working the sugar mills that were now mostly defunct.

I had planned on a career in the tourist industry which was, at that time, beginning to flourish along the sandy coastline on the north of the island. I had concentrated hard on learning my English so as to obtain a job in one of the many hotels then being built an hour’s drive to the north. However, although I had worked briefly as a bar girl I had left home at 18 when my cousin told me he was driving to Havana to look for work.

Along with two of his friends I had climbed aboard the 1955 Bel-Air Chevy Rag-top armed with $100US tucked in my panties; tips I had saved from working as a barmaid in the Spanish owned Kayo Coco Hotel up on the coast. The Canadian tourists had been generous to the ‘dark haired beauty’ when I had laughed and joked with them in English as I poured them their beers and their rums. The more I poured them the bigger the tip.

Two days after my 18th birthday I had spent the night getting fucked by two of them in their room. It was the night I lost my virginity but gained $100US.

I hadn’t gone to their room for money. I had gone there because I liked them, they had made me laugh as they flirted with me, and I had decided, by the end of the evening, that I wanted sex with them. I wanted those two handsome young men to be the ones to deflower me.

It had been a wild, sexy night as first one, then the other, had fucked their stiff cocks into my mouth and pussy before unloading their hot semen over the dark skin of my belly and tits. My almost black nipples, hard and firm, had been sucked and pinched by one of them as the other had opened my cunt with his mouth and licked me until I was screaming at them to fuck me.

The drink I had consumed reduced the fear of any pain that I may have received as the first cock plunged into my virgin slit and, to my surprise; the pain was hardly noticeable as that huge cock rammed forcefully into me.

Before he came he had pulled his cock from my wet cunt, removed the condom, and exchanged places with his friend who had been fucking my mouth with his naked cock.

His friend’s cock had slid into my cunt a lot easier and the thrill I got from this fuck increased as I had, by then, relaxed my body without the fear of the pain that I thought I would get as I got fucked for the first time.

I had remained in their room all night as the last bus from the hotel to my home had long gone. The following morning I had been awoken by the feel of a stiff cock pressed against my lips and, on opening my eyes, had seen both men stood above me, hard cocks in their hands and both of them rubbing the tips over my lips and face.

Once I was wide awake I had sucked on both cocks, one at a time, while I had rubbed my clitoris hard and fast to achieve my very first orgasm. While I sucked one cock I had jerked the thick shaft of the other as both men stood smiling down at me, their eyes a glaze with the pleasure my mouth and hand was bringing to them. One at a time they had spurted their hot cum into my mouth and that first taste of male seed sent trembles through my body and I knew that I would be sucking many more cocks in the future.

I had showered and dressed and was about to head off for the bar to start my morning shift when one of the Canadians pressed some money into my palm.

Just a little thank you from both of us babe. He had muttered.

I remember I had felt a little awkward at taking the money but money was so important to a poor Cuban girl that I just murmured a quick ‘thank you’ and headed from the room. I tucked the money into the pocket in my skirt and it was during that morning shift I decided that a career as a waitress was not for me. If I could get all those dollars just for sucking cock and opening my legs then that was what I was going to do.

I remember the statement that Castro had given out when debating the prostitution issue; Cuban women are not prostitutes because they are poor and need the money.

He had said in his gruff voice. They are prostitutes because they like to make love.

Cuban women are the most educated and the most, healthy on the market.

At the time I had thought what a load of bullshit.

Now I wasn’t so sure it was.

It had been a month later that I had made the long journey to Havana to start my new career.

That had been 9 months ago and now, here I was, lying half naked on a sun drenched beach; the bank account that Fidel had allowed us Cuban’s to open for our American dollars looking fairly healthy and waiting for more to be paid in and my family back in Moron were eating regular meals again without having to touch their ration books in order to survive, and I was living a life that I enjoyed. It wasn’t all a bed of roses but the money and the good times I had fucking the tourists satisfied my high sexual needs as well as keeping me in a fairly good life style.

These factors outweighed the odd occasions when I had a bad client that turned out to be a little brutal towards me but; I was pretty, my body was good and I was in a position to pick and choose my clients.

As I lay day dreaming beneath the hot Cuban sun, my slender dark skinned body absorbing the rays and creating tiny droplets of perspiration that ran slowly down my stomach to my naval; my mind travelled back to the wonderful experience I had gone through just 3 nights earlier. I had already seen 3 punters during the day; back in the casa I favored for my illegal exploits; guys that had approached me on the beach or on the Malaccan waterfront where the regular punters knew they were sure of finding a girl.

They had all been good fucks and two of them had given me orgasms that had sent lovely trembles rippling through the inside of my pussy. The third had been good but he came very quickly over my dark, smooth skinned face and his cum had tasted unusually salty as some of it slid down my throat and into my stomach. After the third punter had left I had made my way to the flat I shared with two other hookers, both hot blooded Cubans who were only slightly older than me.

We never ever took punters to the flat as the police had the power to seize the premises where girls were working.

Most ‘Jineteras’ took their clients to a casa unless they were fortunate enough to get into the guys hotel room. The cases were owned mostly by foreigners who rented each room out on a $25 - $30 per visit basis and it was the punter that paid for the room along with the fee for the girl. The frequent crackdowns on the drug and prostitution areas often saw the cases taken away from the rich owners who then brought another building and turned that into more cases. Mostly the police could be paid off to leave them alone but now and again our President would order a crackdown and he wanted to see results.

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