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The rich, sweet smell of the tobacco smoke permeates the room. Wisps of silver-grey curl and dance their way through the thick, hazy air. Even after the club has closed, I imagine that the aroma would cling to the fabric of the chairs and in the curtains. It hangs in the air, ready to greet anyone who enters. I don’t smoke myself, so blow away the cloud and waft a clearing with my hand.

A stranger in an unknown place always draws attention. As I stride towards the bar, I raise myself an inch or two. I portray a confident, self-assured man, but inside I am a little nervous. I thrust one hand into my pocket, to give a casual look to my appearance. As if I belong here. During my travels through South America, and now Cuba, it is a tactic that has served me well. Locals are often suspicious of strangers, but here it seems different. No one gives me a second glance. I am immediately put at ease, the adrenalin slowly lowering in my body.

The bar is full of people playing cards, backgammon, and chatting. There is a relaxed atmosphere to the place, which is reflected in the barman’s face, as I pull up a stool and sit down. A pair of brown, alert, but a friendly pair of eyes twinkle back at me, waiting patiently for me to get comfortable.

“What can I get you, Señor?” His voice matches the friendly demeanour as he reveals a set of sparkling, white teeth.

“Cuba Libre, por favor?” I return the warming smile with one of my own.

The barman turns away and begins to mix my drink of rum and cola with a twist of lemon and plenty of ice. While I wait, I look around the room. Everyone is engaged in their own personal conversations and it is as if I wasn’t there. I suppose my Latino looks, derived from my maternal side, help me to fit in. I love Cuban culture and attitude towards sex. It is extremely casual. I have heard there’s good sex, there’s great sex and then there’s Cuban sex. On arrival three nights ago, I was immediately hooked on Cuba, heaven for horny men of adventure.

“Your drink, Señor.” The barman slides the glass in front of me.

“Thank you.” I don’t bother with the Spanish reply and my heavy British accent causes a few heads to turn and a pretty young girl in her mid-twenties, dressed in a pair of black, tight-fitting trousers sidles up beside me. Her legs seem to go on forever and I run my eyes from her head to her toes. She has heavenly tits and an arse to die for. I struggle to keep my tongue from drooling as I examine every inch of her. She says something unintelligible in Spanish and I look to the waiter for assistance.

“She wants to know if you would like a drink with her and sit at a table.” Fucking jackpot! I haven’t even tried and I have pulled already. I fucking love this country.

“Si.” My one-word reply is practically the limit, apart from please and thank you, of my Spanish vocabulary.

Nevertheless, the answer is met with a big, beaming smile and she grasps my hand, pulling me off the stool. She leads me across the room to a vacant table. As we walk, I watch her beautifully formed arse cheeks sway beneath the figure-hugging trousers. I swear I can see every contour of her shapely buttocks. The throbbing in my cock is getting stronger and I am relieved when we reach the table and sit down. We take a sip of our drinks before the dark-haired beauty leaps from her chair and drags me onto the small dance floor. The rhythmic sound of the salsa music is intoxicating and so sensual.

She pulls me close, and our bodies meld as one. Her leg slides between mine and I can feel the heat from her pussy against my upper thigh. I shift my position slightly, the hardness of my dick making contact with her inner thigh. She gives me an expert, if not enlightening lesson, in how to dance the salsa and after a few songs I need to sit down.

My heart rate is elevated, not just from the dancing but from my arousal. To my surprise, she sits down on my lap and begins kissing my neck, softly whispering words I do not understand. I push myself forward on my chair and I feel my cock rubbing up against her pussy. She grinds her hips, getting the maximum benefit from it. Not one person in the room gives us a second look.

I believe during romantic sex, from the courting to foreplay, to fucking and post-coitus, men should be the masculine, aggressive and the strong one. Women should be feminine, caring and submissive. In my short time here, I am thankful to say that is the Cuban way. Yet this woman seems to break that stereotype. She certainly knows what she wants. Well, who am I to disappoint?

“I would say by your accent, you’re Australian.” Her husky southern drawl surprises me. I take a moment to reply.

“I am actually British. From yours, I would say you were from the southern United States!” I had stayed with a friend a few years back on a ranch in Texas and recognised the reflection of her voice.

“I love a British accent. You are not far off. I’m from a small town in Arkansas. So what brings you here?” I want to say that I’m here for beer and pussy, but I’m not sure how well that will go down.

“Cuba is just such a relaxing place. I love the culture and lifestyle. The ladies are not too bad either.” I give her a back-handed compliment and she blushes. Flicking her long, black hair away from her face.

“What say we continue my salsa lessons back at my apartment?” I immediately go on the offensive. It is not the dancing that I have in mind, though.

“That would be awesome.” I cringe at the use of that unimaginative word. It has always been a pet hate of mine. There are so many beautiful words in the English language and that is not one of them!

“What’s your name by the way? I’m Marcus.” I lift her off my lap and rise from my chair as I speak.

“I’m Darlene, honey.”

“Nice to meet you, Darlene. My place is only a short walk away. We can enjoy an early evening stroll.” I place my arm around her waist and lead her to the door.

We step out into the warm, Havana evening. We walk arm in arm, down the shaded evening street, weaving between the crowds of locals and tourists. Just like the lifestyle, it is not frantic, but everything taken at a slow pace. In the far distance, the silhouette of the skyline pierces through the warm glow of the setting sun, like a jagged mountain ridge. The old-fashioned cars transit through the streets like blood cells coursing through the veins of the city. Yet there is no urgency here. No horns beeping impatiently and people shouting from the windows. Only peace and tranquillity.

As we stride side-by-side, I ask Darlene a bit about her background. She tells me that her father moved to the United States when Fidel Castro came to power. He married an American citizen and Darlene was born shortly after. She sounds sad when she tells me of her father’s death three years ago, from a short illness.

“So, that is your reason for coming here?” I stop for a moment and she turns to look at me with her dark, almost chocolate-coloured eyes. She is fucking gorgeous. Her Latino looks obviously inherited from her father.

“Yes, I wanted to experience the place he talked about incessantly.” The smile has returned to that beautiful face. I cup her chin in one hand and place a soft kiss on her lips.

She returns it with the same fervour as it is given. Our bodies touch and I can feel her nipples harden as she presses against my chest. I have the urge to slip my hand between her legs, but I could run the risk of being arrested. I break the kiss and it is my turn now to drag her along behind me. Eager to get to my apartment and fuck the living daylights out of this beauty.

I fumble with my keys to the apartment door. My hands are shaking with the adrenalin that is pumping through my body. The stiffness in my pants is unbearable. At last, I manage to insert the key in the lock and after a couple of attempts, the door swings open. The room itself is basic but functional, and a lot better than some of the places in the area. Or at least that was what my taxi driver told me on the way from the airport.

I pull Darlene into the room and slam the door behind us. She immediately begins to unbutton my shirt. Her fingers run across my smooth, well-defined chest. I love to work out and take pride in my appearance. It seems that Darlene appreciates my effort, as she begins nibbling on my nipples. The tingling through these erogenous zones is driving me wild, and I fear I might cum right there on the spot.

I pull her to me, a bit aggressively, as my lust kicks in with a surge. Her body is tight and firm. I can feel her perky tits against my bare lower chest. I kiss her and she opens her lips in the Cuban style. I suck on her tongue and she on mine, as our bodies relax. Soon, both of her hands grab the back of my neck, pulling my lips to hers. She devours me passionately.

I have had enough of the romantic bullshit. I break the kiss and step back just two paces, so I can get a good look of her. She is panting like a beast that has been running from a predator. The lust and passion in her eyes is burning bright.

“Take off your clothes!” The dominant side of me takes over and I smile as she begins to comply with my wishes.

At the same time, I remove my shirt and undo the button on my jeans. The aching in my groin is growing more intense. The blood-filled, engorged meat straining to be set free. Her breasts are perfect, not too big and not too small. Her pussy is cleanly shaven, as is the style with most Cubanas and all young chicas. Even though she is half American, she has definitely embraced her father’s culture. My erection is now steel hard and I force myself against her now completely naked body.

I reach up and curl my fingers around her throat, applying a little pressure. I can feel her carotid artery pulsing against my palm. The excitement sends shivers through me. I slip my free hand between her legs and feel the wet, sticky secretions flowing from her opening. God, this is one horny fucking woman.

“I’m going to pound the shit out of this!” I growl the words in her ear, and she murmurs.

“Fuck, yes.”

I move my hands from her pussy and give her arse a firm slap. She yelps but her eyes are wide, an unspoken sign that she likes it. I release the grip on her throat and pull her across the room to the sofa. Throwing myself down, I lay her across my thighs so that her buttocks are exposed. She wriggles beneath me, as I playfully spank her buttocks, watching the flesh ripple. Her cheeks soon begin to redden and the sight has me so aroused, that I think my cock is going to explode. I push her gently urging her to get off my lap. She complies and kneels at the foot of the sofa. She stares dreamily at the outline of my rock hard dick in the white Calvin Klein boxer shorts.

“Is that mine?” She purrs as she leans forward and strokes me.

“Yes babe, it’s all yours.” I smirk outwardly and watch as she shuffles forward.

Sliding her hands over my knees, she leans forward. Her nipples rub against the top of my thighs. The tingle of electricity shoots through my body and I squirm beneath her, forcing my hips upwards. On reaching the top of my boxer shorts, she inserts her fingers in the sides pulling them down to just below my knees. My cock springs free, and I sigh in relief as she feathers it from tip to base with her lips. Her tongue teases along the shaft, before taking my balls in her mouth and sucking gently on them. After lingering there a while, she takes me deep inside her. I feel the tip hit the back of her throat as she gags momentarily. The gradual, sensual movement as she glides along the length, taking every inch into that luscious mouth.

Her action is just so fucking perfect, and I wonder how many cocks she has sucked to get to be such an expert. I don’t really care to be fair and I lay back and enjoy the experience. This hot, Latino-sired woman can suck me forever. My arousal is soon increased as I feel the seed in my balls begin to bubble. I don’t want to cum too quickly, so pull myself away, at the same time using my hands to push her face clear.

“I want to feel my cock in that sweet pussy of yours!” I cannot hide the exhilaration in my voice and pull her up from her knees and throw her face down on the sofa.

With her arse presented to me in such an inviting fashion, I lean forward and run my tongue the length of her opening. She tastes so sweet, the juices from her own arousal coating the outside of my lower and upper lips.

“God, yes. Just there.” She cries out as my tongue flickers over her now swollen clit.

All I am focused on is her sweet pussy, my stiff cock and the fog of primal lust that surrounds me and clouds my brain. With one finger, and in a circular motion, I tease her clit from its hood. It is stiff and hard under the tip of my finger. I rub it aggressively which elicits a deep sigh that is followed by a moan. I know that I have hit the spot but I need to feel myself buried deep in her. I remove my face from her pussy and holding one hand on her hip, place the tip of my cock against her velvet, wet opening. In one forceful thrust and no finesse, I drive myself balls deep in that luscious cavern. The force of it pushes her down into the sofa, and I wait for her to adjust to me.

I take hold of a handful of her long, black hair pulling her head back slightly. I use it as leverage as I pump in and out of her. My fingers squeeze her hips so that the skin turns white under the pressure. She does not scream or cry out, simply grunts with pleasure. I increase the speed of my hips as I pound in and out of her. I marvel at the sight of her silver juices running along the length of my shaft. I release my grip on her hip and place a tip of my finger on her arse bud. She pushes back against it, eager for it. Ever so slowly, I insert the digit until it reaches the first knuckle, pause and push it deeper so I am fully inside her anus. In a gradual fashion, I pull it back before inserting it back inside her. Once she is comfortable and excited enough, I use two then three. Her arse stretches to accommodate them and I increase the tempo and force.

“Oh my God! That is so good! Fuck me harder!” She wails like a banshee and I comply with her wishes.

For the next three or four minutes, I fuck her pussy hard, while my fingers do the same to her arse. She has become so pliable, I think she is ready for me. I let go of her hair but continue to finger-bang her anus. I withdraw my hips and my cock springs free of her pussy. It is wet and shiny as it rests between her buttocks. I raise my body up on one elbow and after withdrawing my fingers place the tip on her arse bud. I use my fingers to cover her entrance with the juices from her arse, before thrusting my cock fully home. I grunt out loud, any form of decorum lost to my animal lust.

“Do you like that?” My lust level surges to almost a violent level. I reach over and place my palm on her cheek and force her head into the cushion of the sofa.

“Fuck yes. Fuck me hard. I want to feel your hot cum spurt in me!” Her words are muffled but still audible.

I need no second invitation and her request is met by a massive thrust from my hips that pushes her forward. I love the sensation of her arse muscles as they clench around my cock. It is so much tighter than her pussy and it will not be long before I cum. I push into her, balls deep, and fuck her in a blind fury, releasing all the pent-up, lust-fuelled energy in me. I slap her arse cheeks on each forward stroke. Alternating between left and right, they glow red as I increase the intensity of fucking her sweet, tight arse. My balls are soaked with the liberal juices now flowing from her pussy. She is so close to climax and I need my release.

I summon up all the strength I can muster and drive into her harder and harder. Each thrust is met by the same, as she pushes back with her arse, wanting to feel all of me. The tightening of my stomach muscles and the quivering in my thighs tell me I am not far now. In one last gargantuan effort, I spurt my hot seed deep inside her arsehole. She quivers and shakes beneath me, her own anal orgasm rippling through her body. Our breathing is ragged and laboured as I collapse on top of her. It takes a few minutes for our heart rates to drop to normal levels. The perspiration and juices from our bodies mingling together. That was fucking beautiful. This chica is hot.

“Let’s rest for a little while and then go again. Are you good with that?” I whisper in her ear and receive the reply I want.

“You’re damn right I am. That was so fucking good!” Her words are like music to my ears. I fucking love Havana.

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