Cuban Working Girl’s Story part 3

Cuban Working Girl’s Story part 3

I looked in their direction and noted that they were both young, handsome, body building type of guys. Jim continued by telling me that the three of them had a desire for group sex. My pussy began to get moist as he continued with telling me their desires.

I established that by group sex he meant his two friends, himself, and me. The thought of having these three guys fucking me was beginning to stir my pussy, tucked tightly beneath the white thong. I had only once ever had more than one guy; and that was the night I lost my virginity back in Kayo Coco. I had never had three. The idea certainly intrigued and excited me but, at this stage, I was not going to sound too keen. There was good money to be made here.

Once Jim had established that I may be interested in the idea he beckoned his two friends over and they sat down with their beers and smiled at me. Jim motioned to the taller of his friends and introduced him as Curtis. The other hunk sat opposite me was introduced as Hank. Idle chatter followed for a few minutes as the two guys said hello to me and made general comments about the music and the weather in general.

I interrupted the small talk by saying, in a non business, like manner;

I understand from Jim that you guys want to fuck me in a foursome?

They were not taken back by my bluntness, or embarrassed in the slightest, and that told me that it was likely that they had done this a few times before.

That’s correct Aril’s. Replied Hank as he took a swig from his bottle.
If you’re interested how much!

How long for? I asked softly and sexily.

The whole night babe, It was Curtis who replied to my question.

Get me another rum cola and I’ll think about it sweetie. I said in an effort to stall for time. I needed to do some detailed calculations that would bring me in as much money as I thought I could get from them. Curtis headed for the bar and I carried out some mental arithmetic. Normally I could have expected three tricks during the night at an average of $50 a fuck. I felt that to charge these three eager guys $150 each was quite reasonable and, knowing they were old hands at this game and would bring my first quote down a lot I waited for Curtis to return before telling them it would cost them $200 each for full sex and blow jobs.

It was obvious they had already decided roughly what they were willing to pay before hand and Jim took over the bargaining as he took a gulp from the new bottle that

Curtis handed to him.

Well Aril’s. He began. We have a room in this hotel so we won’t need to use a casa. I have already arranged for the concierge to let us in with a girl. How about we agree on $300 in total but to include a good Ass fuck as well?

Jim’s bluntness took me back slightly as most guys would have referred to it as simply ‘anal’. I smiled at the three guys now leering at me around the table in eagerness for my reply. I thoroughly enjoy a good fuck up the ass but I was not going to let on.
Instead I lied, a little.

I don’t usually take it up my ass guys. I replied using the same type of vocabulary that the conversation was taking.

But if you insist on fucking me in the ass then I will have to ask for $500?

The three looked at each other before Jim counter offered me $400.

For one night’s sex with these three handsome hunks I would have taken half that.

$400 it is then. Lead the way sir’s. I replied in my sexiest voice.

The remainder of the beers, and my rum cola, were downed in a few seconds and Jim led the way out of the club, stopping to pay the cards on the way, and out into the warm still air of the street. The entrance to the hotel could not be reached through the disco so we made our way around to the front where Jim duly handed some dollar bills over to the concierge before we headed up to the room.

Once inside I was handed a wad of notes that I quickly counted to establish the $400 was all there and slid it into the tiny white clutch bag that I carried. At the same time I removed a handful of different colored condoms and dropped them onto the dresser.

I’m going to trust you guys to put these on when you fuck my ass and cunt.

I looked at them as they all nodded ascent and I felt that I could take them at their word to do this. With the transaction out of the way I could now concentrate on the pleasures ahead both for the guys and for myself.

I had been thinking of the fucking I was going to get from the three guys as we had made our way to the room. I had felt the moistness starting to rise within my slit and I felt sure that I was in for a wonderful night. I headed for the bathroom to freshen up and have a pee and while I sat there I thought over Castro’s remark about Cuban prostitutes and decided that he was, in my case anyway, partly right.

I wasn’t in the hooker game just for the money now. Originally I had been but not now. Plainly and simply; I enjoyed sex.

My hand crept down between my legs as I sat there and my finger began to gently rub my clitoris. The thought of the night ahead was certainly sending a thrill through my body and mind as my finger started to send a thrill through my pussy. I stopped what I was doing to myself, wiped my slit with a piece of paper and pulled my thong back up to my hips. After checking myself in the mirror I re entered the bedroom to find the 3 men I was about to get fucked by sitting around with a beer each and passing a thickly rolled joint to each other.

As I entered Jim asked if I wanted a beer to which I refused politely but moved over to him to take the joint from his hands and inhale deeply and slowly before passing it to Hank. Once in my lungs the relaxing affect of the drug sent a nice feeling up to my brain as I sat on the edge of the bed so as to face all three men. My skirt was up around my hips almost and my thong covered pussy was in plain view of the onlookers.

Unlike a quick fuck back in a casa, where I would have stripped off almost immediately, I knew that the long night ahead meant that things could be taken slow and easy. A second suck on the joint followed as we all began to chat and relax ourselves.

For about 20 minutes the three of them spoke briefly about the towns they came from, Hank and Jim both from Missouri while Curtis hailed from Florida. They talked about their previous visits to Cuba; and I gave them a brief history of my life. All this was intended to get to know each other a little and eliminate the business side of the evening.

After 20 minutes the desired affect had been reached and we all felt relaxed and comfortable and had adopted a friendly attitude to the proceedings.

Although I knew they had all been with a hooker in the past; all three of them seemed a little reluctant to make the first move.

Maybe they had never done it with the three of them together before tonight was the thought that crossed my mind. I decided to take the first step myself.

Smiling across to the three men I slowly pulled the thin top over my head and exposed my well developed tits with their hard, black, nipples. Throwing it onto a small stool in the corner I rose from the bed and approached Jim. Hank and Curtis were sat either side of him and all three watched me intently as I glided across the small room and dropped to my knees in front of him.

His legs were traditionally open and I slide between them and immediately started to rub the front of his jeans. His cock was already hard inside and I knew that it was the sight of my tits and body that had aroused him. I rubbed the hard cock for a few minutes as I looked him deep in the eyes with a sexy smile on my face that told him how much I wanted to feel his cock inside of me.

Curtis and Hank settled themselves back in their chairs in readiness to observe what was going to develop. My fingers deftly slid the zipper of Jim’s jeans down, released the belt buckle, followed by the button holding the top of the jeans together. I then opened the entrance to expose his boxers and his hard cock poking against the blue cotton material.

The fly hole of his boxers was held by a small white button that I slowly flipped open and reached inside for his cock. It had grown even harder in the short time it had taken me to reach it and it now sprang free and stood upright from his groin. It was big. It was very big.

My eyes must have visibly shone at the sight of it and my fingers wasted no time in running themselves up and down the thick shaft. Licking my index finger I then ran it over the tiny slit at the head of the cock in front of me and I felt, and saw, a tiny drop of pre cum form beneath my finger.

To be continued