Trained to submit

He didn’t try to say anything, just as he didn’t that night with her mother. He wasn’t sure where this was going, but with a young, naked girl in front of him, he wasn’t about to break the moment with a stupid question. And what a body she had, just like her mother. From her full breasts and hard nipples, her slim waist, her full hips all the way down two slim legs. But his eyes always drew back to her bush, her thighs nestled tightly together though he suspected not for long. He waited patiently.

She reached over and picked up the cigar. She spread her legs, feeling her thighs pull apart from the slick juices that coated them, her juices flowing freely. That was good for what she planned to do. “Just to show you, El Presidente , that you are just as good as our Presidents, if not better. You should be afforded the same privileges.” She showed him the cigar. “And with nothing but the best.”

His eyes were glued to the cigar in her hand as she moved it down over her stomach, playing the tip of the cigar down her skin as she moved it lower. His eyes were mesmerized as it slipped through her dense bush, pushing aside the thick hairs as her legs spread wider. He heard her moan as she slid the end of the cigar through her pussy lips, pushing them aside to enter her. She began to masturbate with the cigar, drawing it up and down her slit, Fidel able to see the wetness as it coated the fine tobacco leaves. It began to turn dark as she stained it with her love juices.

It was so wicked to do, only increasing her arousal more as she felt the thick cigar sliding up and down her slit. It felt just like a cock, her juices flowing as she watched his eyes as she boldly masturbated for him. “This will be for you to savor, El Presidente .” She bowed her legs gently as she pressed the cigar inside her, feeling like a cock as it forced her open. The cigar was still a bit dry, all the moisture soaked into the wound tobacco leaves, but she pushed harder until her pussy began to swallow it up. God it felt so good, her eyes closing as she began to fuck herself with it, almost forgetting that El Presidente was watching her most intimate solo masturbation. And that only excited her more. Performing as a man watched her. She pushed the cigar deep inside her, twisting it, her other hand drawing her clit out of hiding, lightly tapping back and forth over it until it burst to life.

She was fucking herself with one of his prized Havana’s, soaking the leaves with her womanly juices. He licked his lips, knowing that he would savor the cigar like none before. “Open your eyes. I want to see you enjoy yourself.” Her hips were moving gently, fucking back and forth, her pussy swallowing the cigar each time. He saw her lips curl around it as it slid into her wet pussy.

She opened her eyes, El Presidente devouring her as she openly masturbated for him. She wouldn’t last much longer, her pussy filled by the thickness of the cigar, almost afraid of cumming in front of him, having never let a man see her in such a state before. But she wanted to please him and give him a gift that she knew he would enjoy later when she was gone. Her fingers raced faster, the cigar going in and out with ease, coated liberally with her abundant juices, her fingers pinching he clit as her orgasm approached.

“Cum for me, Monika.”

It was though her body had to obey, shoving the cigar in so deep that she almost lost it inside her, surprised at how resilient it was in staying together as she used it so provocatively. “OOOOHHH,” trying to contain her outburst, afraid guards might rush into the room from the loud scream, catching her perform this lewd act. She came, her body shuddering in bliss, her legs feeling like rubber as the pleasure raced through her body. She pinched her clit, each time another tremor racing through her body, her pussy squeezing so affectionately on the soaked cigar inside her. She watched his eyes as she performed this brazen act, his eyes focused on every movement of her hand only exciting her more. Just when she thought her orgasm was finished, her pussy would involuntarily clench on the cigar as she pulled it out, her finger exciting he clit to one last tremor. Finally she finished, wanting to slump to the floor but she had one more act to finish. Still naked, she pulled the cigar from her pussy, looking at it. It was still in good shape, though the leaves were stained a dark color and slick with her juices.

“For you, El Presidente . From another Monika. May you savor it.” She handed him the cigar.

Fidel took the cigar from her, soaked in her juices. He licked the end of it, her sweet juices filling his mouth as if he were eating her pussy with his tongue. “I have never been so privileged, Monika. And a delightful taste which I shall enjoy in the intimacy of my room tonight when I retire.” She began to dress, Fidel watching her every movement until her naked body was once again hidden from his eyes.

“I must go, El Presidente . I have monopolized too much of your time. You have seen how much I have enjoyed myself. Good night.” She walked to the door.

“Monika?”

She turned around. “Yes?”

“If Miguel asks you to go with him, do so.”

“To where?”

“Don’t ask. It will be so much better if it is unknown. You will enjoy it.” He paused for a moment. “And I will too.”

She was about to ask another question, but she didn’t. He was right. Not knowing makes things much more exciting. And with Miguel, she knew it would be exciting. She didn’t know how El Presidente would enjoy it also, but she liked performing for him, hoping she would have the chance to do it again. Maybe as her mother did, with her mouth. “I will do as you order.”

“I knew you would. Have a good night, I know I will.” He watched until she left, picking up his cigar. He waved off his guards, wanting to go to his bedroom to savor his trophy.

“We missed you last night,” Michael trying to figure out where Monika had disappeared to. They were all sitting around the table eating breakfast.

“Joanna and you had already snuck off to some secluded spot, and Sandra had found a young Captain, leaving me to my own devices. So I too found someone to capture my interests.” She wasn’t going to tell Michael much, preferring to be mysterious and leave him a bit jealous she hoped.

“Anything to do with that handsome, older man. A General by the looks of the stars on his shoulder.” Sandra was jealous, meeting only a lowly Captain, though he was an interesting man.

“Let’s leave it at I smoked a cigar and drank wine with interesting people. A lovely tasting Havana cigar.” She licked her lips as though she had just finished sucking a cock, Michael staring at her, a perplexed look on his face.

They finished breakfast, no one saying anything else about last night, each with their own secrets they didn’t want to reveal. They went back to work, the schedule intense as they gathered up the initial data they needed to begin the project. They seemed to be getting unlimited access to whatever they wanted. And even better cooperation, Michael not seeing the distrust in their faces any longer. Did Monika have something to do with this? And who was this mysterious General that Monika had met?

They had met in an out-of-the-way café, Michael changing cabs three times until he was sure that he had lost his tail. He knew they were being followed, but he had learned this skill well, ducking through small shops and out the back doors before anyone could follow, quickly hailing another taxi.

“He is General Miguel Borges Pérez. One of the few four-star generals and an intimate advisor to Fidel Castro. Your young lady is extremely lucky or skilled.” Alejandro was part of the resistance in Cuba, Michael’s contact. He had seen the girl, a very beautiful American, but he felt there was more than what meets the eye.