Jack and the Cuban Woman

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One hot summer night, loud and obnoxious car traffic blared outside Jack’s bar. A minor collision between two minivans clogged up the street, but Jack paid no attention to the loud horns. He was distracted by a good-looking Cuban woman in the tight black top and a leather skirt, standing on the sidewalk outside his bar. She looked to be in her mid-thirties, dark brown and athletic, large breasts and shapely ass, born to fuck, but all she wanted was to bum one of Jack’s cigarettes.

“Sure, darling,” Jack said, handing her his last menthol.

“Thanks,” she said. “And don’t call me darling.”

He struck a match on his fingernail, sparking the flame, then edged closer to her and lit her cigarette.

“Thanks,” she said again. Her chocolate eyes reflecting orange glow.

Jack dropped the hot match on the sidewalk and stepped on it with his shoe. He was in his early sixties, with combed back silver hair. He had the distinguished features of a retired actor or a politician, but untrustworthy eyes like an actor or a politician. “What’s your name?” he asked.

“I don’t have a name.”

“You don’t have a name?”

“Not for you.”

She took a single puff from her cigarette and turned away from him to look at the accident down the street. She had a caboose that made Jack’s eyes pop out.

“Let me buy you a drink,” he said, moistening his lips.

“I’m waiting for someone,” she said.

“Husband?”

She shook her head, blew smoke out the side of her mouth.

“Boyfriend?”

“Leave me alone.”

“Don’t be rude,” he said to the back of her head.

The Cuban woman turned to face him. He noticed all the jewelry on her for the first time. Big-hoop earrings dangled from her ears and a gold choker was clamped around her brown throat. A couple of silver trinkets flashed on each of her dainty wrists and an ankle bracelet on her silky left foot. She thought he was leering and frowned at him.

“What?” he said. “You dress like that and don’t want the boys staring?”

“I don’t want you staring,” she said.

“Who do you want staring then?”

She chuckled dryly and shook her head as if she was tired of listening him. “Go away, old man.”

“Let’s have a drink,” he said, not one to give up. “It’s my place right here, Cubans drink for free.”

“How did you know I was Cuban? Most people think Puerto Rican.”

“I lived in Havana for ten years,” he said. “Never learned Spanish, but I know a Cuban when I see one.”

“You lived in Cuba ten years and you never learned Spanish?”

He shrugged. “What part of Cuba are you from?”

“Queens,” she said. “My parents are from Havana.”

“I see,” he said. “But you got a little accent on you, don’t you?”

“A little,” she nodded.

They went quiet, feeling the warm night on their bare arms. She finished her cigarette and let it drop from her fingers. He looked up at the street. The traffic was clearing up.

“I’m gonna go,” he said. “It’s getting late. Unless you want to take me up on that drink?”

The Cuban woman appraised him for a short moment. He thought she was going to say no, but she hadn’t dismissed the idea yet. It had been a long, disappointing night and she wasn’t ready to pack it in.

“A little café con leche?” he said, sensing her hesitation. “How about it?’

She smiled.

The Cuban woman came from a large family. As the oldest, it fell on her to take good care of her seven little brothers and sisters when her parents were working. And her parents were always working, she said. Her father drove a cab and her mother worked for a dentist.

The Cuban woman did everything around the house on weekdays. She cooked all her sibling’s meals, washed all their dirty clothes and brought them back to health when they go sick. Naturally, she developed a motherly air, very strict and obstinate but also warm and kind.

As her body blossomed, and a titillating figure came out to play, she found men started treating her differently. It was not hard to see why. Her breasts swelled into large round mounds of flesh, her soft dark hair billowed past her softer shoulders, and her curvy ass defied gravity.

A modeling agent found her after high school and offered her steady work. She mostly did local print ads and a few commercials. It was good money that her agent called peanuts. He told her she could make real money in LA, if she wanted it. She did. A couple of days after she arrived in California, her agent set her up with a talent manager who put her in front of a camera and talked her into filming a porno for nine hundred dollars.

It was called Big Tit Latina Teens. For twenty-five minutes, she got pounded on an air mattress by a mustached man in a cowboy hat.

She never shot another scene, but her parents never spoke to her again. She flew back to New York in shame and worked waitressing jobs until she was twenty four, when she finally figured out what she wanted to do with her life. The Cuban woman realized she missed taking care Çeliktepe Escort of kids, especially when they were sick. It was something special to her, watching them get better and knowing she was part of that.

She enrolled in college and hit the books hard in the hopes of becoming a pediatrician, but she never quite made sterling grades medical schools required. At least no schools in America. She settled for a nursing degree. It was a better fit anyway. She breezed through a nursing program while managing to fall in love and get married to a man named Marco, an Italian.

They were married in his hometown in New Jersey. After she graduated, they moved there to work at the local hospital. He was an orderly. They had steady jobs, flexible hours and a good sex life. Life was very decent until the day Marco was arrested driving a stolen Benz, but to hear him tell it, the car was begging to be taken.

Marco told her the Benz’s driver door was half-open, the keys dangled from the ignition and a small bag of money sat on the dashboard. He had to do it. A police officer caught Marco at a burger king driveway twenty minutes later. The trial was fast. The jury conferred for thirty minutes before coming back with a guilty verdict. The judge gave Marco fifteen years with a parole hearing after four. He received fifteen years not because of the stolen car, but because Marco had not seen the strangled black man slumped on the floor in the back. The police figured out Marco was innocent of murder, but they still threw an obstruction of justice charge for driving off with the corpse, along with a host of other charges.

Jack heard the first part of the Cuban woman’s story while sipping their coffees at the bar counter. The bar was empty and the coffee was warm. She went on and on like she was never going to stop. Jack listened, holding back yawns. He badly wanted to fuck her, especially after she told him she had made a porno. And he liked his chances. She said her co-star, the mustached man in the cowboy hat, was about sixty and she let him sodomize her off-camera when they went on a date later. She had thought he was sexy.

The Cuban woman told him all this because she was horny and thought Jack was good-looking like the cowboy man. Things got interesting when Jack made his move. As she asked him how old he was, he placed his hand on her bare knee and said “Do you care, darling?”

Jack heard the second part of her story at the back of the bar, while she sucked his dick. He was sitting on a chair, pants around his ankles. The Cuban was squatted on the floor between his legs, holding his well-endowed, circumcised penis in her small brown hand.

Jack groaned as the Cuban woman polished the tip of his helmet with her tongue, then licked her way down the length of his shaft, then came right back up again.

“Oh, baby, you got a tongue on you,” Jack said, looking down at her. Her knees were slightly apart and he could see a flash of her white panties under her leather skirt.

The Cuban woman liked the compliment. She smiled and kept on working that tongue. The skin of his penis was warm and sensitive. She was enjoying the strong-meaty taste of it, but she suddenly moved her head away and used her hand.

“Marco never told me about his arrest records,” she said, gripping his painfully-big cock with her right hand. “I was shocked when our lawyer told me he could face serious jail time even though he hadn’t killed that poor man.”

Jack nodded, exhaling softly.

Her grip tightened around his shaft, chocking at the base. “It wouldn’t have changed a thing though. I would have still married him. I love him.”

She started to slowly pump her hand up and down. Jack gave out an ugly, guttural groan.

“The fault is mine,” she said. “I should have asked more questions about his friends and where he got the money. Sometimes he would come home with wads of cash.”

She opened her full lips and engulfed them around Jack’s bulky cockhead, wrapping her mouth around it like a condom. He howled as his shaft slowly parted her desirable lips and entered her mouth. She blew him for several minutes, sucking in her cheeks while pushing her mouth to the base of his cock, lingering for a moment, then sliding her mouth back up his shaft.

Jack gripped the armrests and leaned his head back, breathing hard. He was loving it. He told her what a good, little cocksucker she was. She answered with a playful slap to his knee. A sweat broke out on his forehead as she kept bobbing her head up and down, feeling her warm tongue slithering inside her mouth.

When the Cuban woman tasted a salty drop of precum, she took his meat out with a champagne-bottle pop and started stroking him with her hand again.

“I know Marco has hardest part,” she said, shifting her weight on the floor. “He’s in jail and hasn’t seen Rosa since she was born.”

Sucking air through his teeth, Jack said: “Rosa?”

“Our daughter,” she said, pumping him. “I told you. Twice. Escort Çeliktepe I have a daughter.”

“Oh, right. Sorry darling.”

“It’s okay. And stop calling me darling.”

The Cuban woman reached out and cupped his hairy, swollen balls with her free hand, cuddling them. They were as hard as stones. Jack smiled.

“But it hasn’t been easy for me either,” the Cuban woman said. “I’ve had to take care of everything with my salary, his lawyer, the mortgage, the baby, my student loans. I mean…shit!”

“Don’t family help?”

“You know about my parents already, and my brothers and sisters have their own troubles.”

“And his…” Jack made a satisfying humming noise as she tightened her grip on his testicles. “Mmmm.”

“His what? Parents?”

He nodded lazily.

“Marco only has his mom and she lives in a nursing home.”

The Cuban woman dropped her head, underneath his crotch. He watched as she gave him a wicked, little grin and hungrily slurped his hairy ballsack into her mouth. Jack’s heart rocketed it. She was like an eager vacuum, sucking his skin with a smile on her face.

“What a dirty, little nursey,” he said as he reached down with his hands and squeezed her big tits over her top, pressing them together softly.

“Hmmm,” the Cuban woman moaned with bliss. He was gently kneading her girls in just the way she liked. Her delicate nipples were rock hard, and the tension he put on them with his twisting and pinching made her drop one of her hands between her legs and reach under her skirt. She rubbed at the crotch of her panties. She was so wet.

When she brushed her clit, she opened her mouth and cried. His ballsack slipped out of her mouth, dripping wet. She moved her head and hands back up to his lap and looked up at him. Her cheeks were pink and flushed.

“But you know what the hardest part is?”

He shook his head once, he couldn’t really speak.

“I have had sex once in four years.”

His eyes widened.

“I know,” she said. “It was during a conjugal visit, that’s how I got pregnant. And that was two years ago. We haven’t had another because Marco keeps getting in trouble.”

She sighed.

“Four years I kept my legs together, waiting for him, but…but then Marco goes fails his parole hearing last week because of some contraband. I’m out here keeping the family together and he’s in there messing up.”

He sympathized with her.

“I was so upset I arranged a date with a guy I work with,” she said. “He’s a doctor and he always asks me out, and I always say no but…the Marco thing just spun me. I was sure he was getting out next month.” She shook her head sadly. “The doctor is married, too, so I thought wasn’t going to be any complications, we could just fuck…but then he stands me up.”

“Stood you up?” he said.

She nodded. “He texted me that he can’t cheat on his wife. I thought that was nice and I texted him back that I understood. I wasn’t hurt until later.”

“What happened later?”

“I was walking back to the train station from where I was supposed to meet him, but then I stop and see Mr. Doctor having dinner in a restaurant with another nurse, kissing her. It made me feel like I was…”

The Cuban trailed off, then suddenly opened her mouth and ate Jack’s entire meat like she was starving, shoving her face on it.

“Oh, fucking hell!” Jack moaned, her mouth was watery.

The Cuban woman took great pleasure in sucking him dry, moaning and groaning with her mouthful. Jack cursed and writhed on the chair. Panting as he felt his entire length slide down her deep throat. She kept her mouth tightly closed. Her gag reflex started going, but she forced it to stop. She looked up at him with watery eyes.

Suddenly, she started to pull her head back up, but he wasn’t ready to stop.

“No, you don’t,” he said and clamped his hands on her head, keeping her in place. The Cuban woman tried to pull away, but Jack pressed her head down. She started to squeal. Her dark-brown hands desperately tugged at his shirt.

In the 70’s and 80’s, he had dated a few nurses and immediately assumed the Cuban woman liked it a little rough like them, too, especially after all she had told him and the performance she had just given him. He counted slowly to twenty then finally let her come up for air.

The Cuban woman’s head snapped up, coughing. Her face was angry and red and her nose was full of snot.

“Fucker,” she spat, gulping for breath.

“I’m sorry, baby. I had to do it.”

“Asshole!”

“What did you call me?”

“Ass…”

He grabbed her head again and shoved his pole down her throat again. The Cuban woman’s eyes bulged out of her head. She writhed under his hands, trying to get away by pushing herself up against his knees. She almost succeeded in spitting him out, but Jack leap from the chair and held her head in front of his crotch.

The Cuban woman squealed as Jack rammed and bucked his hips forward Çeliktepe Escort Bayan without pity. His balls bouncing against her chin.

“Darling, this is just the tops!” Jack laughed as he fucked her face.

A loud train of gagging noises and wet sounds filled the bar. Her mouth started to drool and her noses filled with snot again.

As Jack felt himself ready to cum, he gripped a fistful of her dark hair and snapped her head back, tilting her chin up. His purple, throbbing cock came out of her mouth, covered in slobber. She coughed loudly, gasping, mouth trembling. A thick line of saliva connected the top of Jack’s penis to the top of her lip. When she stopped coughing, she glared up at him. He yanked her hair back a little more.

“You know what to do,” he snarled.

She looked like she was going to scream at him, but she slurped the white line of saliva into her mouth.

“There you go!” Jack grinned and started to stroke his purple cock inches away from her face.

The Cuban woman waited patiently, licking her lips.

When he exploded, he screamed: “AAAAAAAH!” and a huge jet of white gravy splashed across her eyes, nose and mouth. Her tongue came out and licked whatever landed on her lips.

Jack kept stroking until a few last drops squirted on her chin, then he released her hair, picked up a hand towel and cleaned himself.

“Thanks, darling,” he said, pulling his pants up. “I needed that.”

The Cuban woman was slumped on the floor, hair a mess, mascara running, looking violated. One of her eyelashes go stuck together because of the eggnog on her face. She glared at Jack with one eye as he zipped up.

“What, are you mad?”

She didn’t say a word.

“Come on,” he said. “You never chocked on a guy’s cock before?”

She kept staring at him with hate.

“Alright, I’m sorry,” he said, offering his hand. “Get up, we’ll have another coffee and I’ll drive you to your car.”

The Cuban woman opened her mouth to curse at him, but stopped herself. She chuckled in her dry way and reached up to take his hand. He pulled her on her feet. “You’re an asshole,” she said.

“Yeah, but I got a big cock, don’t I?”

“Oh, yeah, the biggest in the world,” she said sarcastically. “Have a bathroom? I need to clean this up.”

“Over there, baby,” he nodded at a door. “I”ll be at the counter.”

As she moved to the bathroom, she wiped some of the cream off her face with her finger, then licked her finger.

The Cuban woman didn’t drive a car. She had taken the train into the city for her date, so when she emerged from the bathroom, looking fresh and clean, Jack offered to drive her home. He stood behind the bar, pouring coffee into a white mug.

“I’ll take the train” she said.

She walked past him, picking up her purse at the counter on her way to the door. Her face was spotless, but he could see a white stain on her tight top.

“Let me drive you, it’s the least I could do,” he said, getting his keys. “You gave me the best blow job I’ve had in ten years.”

“I don’t want a ride from you.”

“Come on, darling.”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“You truly are oblivious aren’t you?”

“Give me one reason.”

She didn’t hesitate. “I don’t want you to know where I live.”

“What am I gonna do?” he said, taken back. “Look at me. I’m an old man.”

“With a big cock that can still get hard. And now you’re probably thinking that there’s a free hole between my legs for it. And if I tell you where I live, I’m going to confirm that thought. Next thing, you’ll show up in the middle of the night with a six pack. I’ll ask you leave to leave but you won’t go. You’ll probably be drunk. What am I gonna do? Call the cops and make a scene for the neighbors? No. I’ll let you inside for one beer, but you still won’t go. Not until you fuck me, so I let you fuck me. Then you come back for more another night.”

He grinned, shaking his head. “You think too much.”

“Fuck. you.”

She gave him the middle finger and stomped out of his bar.

A couple of weeks later, it was the middle of the night and the Cuban woman was home from work after a long shift. She sat in her living room watching a video on her dvd player. She was still wearing her purple nursing scrubs. As soon as she had arrived from work, she checked on her sleeping baby, paid the babysitter then popped in the dvd. She yawned and stretched her arms, but she needed to finish watching the video. The county board wanted every nurse to re-take their CPR training after a disastrous attempt by a young doctor at another hospital. Doogie Howser had broken a woman’s ribs and almost killed her. Why the nurses had to re-take their CPR certifications and not the doctors was not explained. Luckily, all the Cuban woman had to do was take one class at the Y and watch one video, which she could do at home. She was watching the video for tomorrow’s class when the doorbell rang.

She paused the screen and stood up, frowning. Who could it be? She thought, walking to the entrance hall of her small house. She parted the curtain on the door to look out the window.

“You gotta be fucking kidding me,” she said, opening the door. Jack was standing on her porch, holding up a six pack. “What are you doing here?”

“At least I’m not drunk,” he grinned.

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