Me on CD in Havana

The stun gun moved to my left nipple and I watched and waited. I think I saw his finger move a bit, then I saw the blue arc of electricity as it jumped from one prong, through my nipple then to the other prong. This time I did collapse to the floor. The incredible pain took me over the edge and I moaned and shook as I had one of the best orgasms that I'd had for weeks.

The man just watched me, and when I stopped shaking he told me to stand up again. While I was standing there he cleared just about everything off the top of the desk then told me not to move. He disappeared for a couple of minutes then came back with another guard.

The new guard had a good look at me then explored my breasts and pussy with his hands. When he touched my nipples and clit I just about came again. My nips were harder than they've ever been before.

The sergeant told me to lay on my back on the desk. When I was there he told me to put my hands on my head, and to open my legs again. By that time my pussy was gaping open and I could feel their breath inside my hole as they bent down for a close look.

I felt the stun gun prongs on my clit and got scared. I know that my pussy can take being whipped, but I didn't think that it could take the stun gun. I tensed-up in anticipation and my face showed that I was scared.

It hit me. I've never screamed so loud and cum so hard. My clit felt like it was a burning lead football. I'm sure that I was squirting cum out over the desk. I was shaking and sweating for what seemed like hours. I vaguely remember seeing the big grin on the two men's faces.

Then it happened again. I thought that Jon's whippings had taken me to the limits, but I was wrong. I came over and over again. I was shattered.

The third time it happened I just felt a bit of pain then the next thing I knew I was waking-up in a heap on the floor. The two men were still there, but there was a middle-aged woman there as well. I guess that she was their superior as they jumped when she shouted something at them.

The men grabbed my arms and dragged me out of the room and out into the open air. My wrists were tied together and the rope was slung over a beam at the side of the building. I was pulled-up until my feet just touched the ground. Ropes were tied to my ankles and my legs were pulled apart.

I've spent many hours restrained in that position so I didn't need to try to support my weight on my feet. I was too knackered anyway. You get used to being having little blood going to your hands, and your shoulders get used to the pain.

One of the men got a bucket of water and threw it over me. It felt nice, and it woke me up. The man who spoke English then told me that they didn't have a prison cell there and that I'd have to stay there until my flight out of the country.

Little did he know that I like being naked out in public, especially when I have no control over it. Even if I had just about been killed with the pain and pleasure.

After a minute or so I started to take in where I was. I was at the side of some sort of service road to the airport. There were what looked like airport workers walking up and down the road and the odd lorry going passed. The road was about 3 metres from where I was and most of the passing people were looking over towards me. Most just looked and kept walking, but a few stopped for a while and had a good look.

After about an hour or so some teenagers (boys and girls) saw me and came over to me. They were talking to each other, but I couldn't understand what they were saying. Eventually one of the boys put a hand on my left tit. When he touched the nipple I winced, it was VERY tender and still rock hard. His hand pulled back for a second but soon came back, and had a good grope. The hand then went down to my pubes and he gave a slight smile as he held my bald pubes. Only for a second though because it soon went in between my legs and into my pussy. When he touched my clit I really winced and tried to pull back. My clit still felt like a burning football.

They all had a grope of me, even the girls who seemed very interested in my lack of pubic hair and large clit.

Eventually they left and I was left to soak up the sun. My pussy was leaking juices all the time, but the sun was drying them before they dripped off my feet.

A couple of hours later a dirty, scruffy man came up to me. He looked like a vagrant, and a slightly retarded one at that. He had a good grope as well, and even got his dick out and tried to get it to reach my pussy. He didn't appear to have the sense (fortunately) to realise that he'd have to have something to stand on to get high enough.

After a few minutes he gave up and wandered off, much to the amusement of one of the guards who came out to check on me.

It was a guard that I hadn't seen before and he wasn't going to miss the opportunity to have a good grope. He was a bit surprised too when he pushed a finger into me and found Ben, but that didn't stop him bringing me close to cumming them then leaving me frustrated.

By the time the guards finally untied me I was getting a little sun-burned. They gave me my clothes and told me to put them on. It was a bit difficult because my arms and hands were numb from having hung by my wrists for hours.

Eventually I managed it and they 'escorted' me to the international airport and to the check-in. Walking was painful as my clit was still very swollen and sore. After I'd checked-in they saw me through passport control then left me. I checked my handbag, everything was there except for the CD with the videos on. I guess that it (and copies of it) will be doing the rounds in Cuba now.

The flight back to Miami was uneventful, albeit a bit painful, and it didn't really help wearing Ben, they only seemed to make my clit swell more. I was very thirsty and drank quite a lot of water and beer on the flight.

When I got back to the hotel Jon was waiting in reception for me. He knew something was wrong because he'd had a phone call from his client. When he'd been unable to find me he'd asked around and heard that a blonde, white girl had been arrested. He'd decided to get out of there as soon as he could.

Jon took me up to our room then inspected the 'damage'. He assured me that my nipples were all right, just swollen. When he touched them I nearly came because they were still tingling and very sensitive. I did cum when Jon inspected my clit and then retrieved Ben. After that he told me to take a 'cool' bath – which didn't help – apart from feeling clean again.

It was late(ish) that night when Jon took me to a restaurant with me wearing just my red mesh dress and high heels. It was a good job that I don't wear underwear as they would have been quite obvious. Wearing nothing under it looks a lot more obvious. We got lots of attention from the waiters but I was too tired to enjoy it.

Thursday Jon let me sleep until 8:00 am. When I woke up the sun was shining, the curtains were wide open and Jon had taken the covers off me. I turned my head and looked out of the window to see a man on a balcony in the hotel opposite. He was staring straight at me.

There was a knock on the door and I heard Jon shout from the bathroom.

"Get that please V." I quickly looked for a robe or something but everything was put away.

'What the hell!' I thought and opened the door in the nude. The look on the waiter's face was priceless. Jon had ordered breakfast and the waiter wheeled it in and set it up on the table. All the time he kept looking over to me. I just stood and watched, still holding the door wide open.

A young couple walked by and the man got quite a surprise when he saw me, but it was the woman who stared at me until they were passed me.

The waiter ran out of things to do to prolong his stay and walked up to me and held his hand out. When I realised what he wanted I walked over to where my bag was. It was on the floor so I bent at the waist and gave him a great view of my pussy as I slowly got some money out. When I stood up I saw Jon standing in the bathroom door watching with a big grin on his face. The waiter hadn't even seen him.

After breakfast Jon told me that he'd just got one more day's work before we'd have to go home. I didn't want to be out in the sun all day because I was still a little red from 'hanging around' the previous day, so Jon told me I could go shopping.

Before he left me for the day, Jon inspected my nipples and clit again. They were still swollen and tingling. He told me to wear something soft over my nipples and keep walking to a minimum so I put on a silky back-less mini-dress with an 'A' skirt that's quite low at the back.

I went for a taxi and asked to be taken to the nearest mall that had lots of clothes shops. It didn't take long and I was soon slowly walking through the mall getting a measure for what was there. Wow, Miami has some great shops, and just about everything I saw was cheaper than in the UK.

I started in a lingerie shop and bought a slip that I'll be able to wear as a dress, Ultra short and slightly see-through.

Next I went into a boutique and selected three skirts to try on. All three were low-slung, the type that you can easily adjust the 'waist' so that they feel as if they are about to fall down any second. Of course I had to take my dress off to try the skirts on and the changing cubicle didn't have a mirror in it. It looked as if it did at one time because there were screws that looked as if they'd held a mirror in place once. So, to see what the skirts looked like on I had to go out into the main boutique are. The young girl did a double take when she saw me, but carried no serving someone else.

When she'd finished serving that woman she came over to me and asked if I wanted any help. I asked her if she though the skirt looked good on me and watched her eyes as she said it looked great. Her eyes never even looked at the skirt, they were glued to my swollen nipples. I have to admit, my nipples are big (not like the rest of my tits) at the best of times, but they were like Jon's thumb ends after the stun gun.

I turned away from her and she stopped daydreaming. She started to say something about me not being out in the main shop area topless, but I ignored her and I told her that I'd go and try one of the other skirts on. She asked if I'd like any help. After a quick thought I said, "Yes" and she followed me into the cubicle. Before she's closed the curtain I dropped the skirt I was wearing, much to the pleasure of a man that had come over to see if he'd actually seen a topless woman.

The girl stared at me again, this time down at my bald pussy. I let her for a few seconds before asking her to pass me one of the other skirts. She woke-up again, said sorry, and got one for me. To break the silence I told her that I never wear underwear and hoped that she didn't mind. She said no, and told me that she didn't either. And just to prove it, she lifted her skirt at the front to reveal a nicely trimmed bush.

"Much nicer being free, isn't it?" she said.

"Absolutely" I replied.

I gave her the skirt back and asked her to put in on me for me, she seemed a little surprised, but unfastened it and bent down holding it open for me to step into it. As I did she saw my swollen clit and said,

"that looks painful."

"It is" I said, "it needs some TLC" wondering if she'd volunteer.

She didn't and when both legs were in she slit the skirt up to my hips. The skirt fastened at the front and her soft gentle hands felt good on my stomach as she slowly fastened it. I slid it down onto my hips and said,

"Lets go and see what it looks like."

She started to say something, but I eased passed her and out to where the nearest mirror was. The man was still there, pretending to be looking at tops on a rack.

The girl followed me and watched as I smoothed the material down. I told her that I wanted to see if I could get it any lower so I adjusted the fastener and pulled it down on my hips again.

"Oops!"

I said as the skirt slid too far down my hips and down to the floor. Needless to say I didn't rush after it, in fact I looked over at the man and the girl to make sure that they were looking before I stepped out of it and bent (at the waist) to pick it up. The man got a great view of my pussy and I felt a bit of a rush of juice as I looked between my legs to watch him watching me.

I picked the skirt up and walked back into the cubicle, and turned to watch the girl following me, and the man staring at me.

I tried-on the third skirt with the girl fiddling round the top of the crack of my ass to fasten it. I didn't like that one so I took it off and I put my dress back on. The man looked a bit disappointed when I appeared with my dress on.

I bought the first skirt that I tried-on, it felt good, looked good, could easily blow up in the wind, and could easily be adjusted so that it wouldn't take much for it to fall down.

From there I went for a coffee at a café in open area of mall. I sat there right next to where lots of people were walking towards me. I never cross my legs, but with my painful swollen clit I needed to give it plenty of room so that it didn't hurt more. I noticed one old man go round three times to get to see more. When I saw him coming the third time I deliberately opened my legs wider so that he really could see everything. I think I made that old man's day. I had three cups of coffee before I finally moved on.

Next I decided to go up and down the escalator a few times. I wanted to make a few men's balls ache and maybe get a few wet patched on the front of their trousers.

I know, I'm a real tease.

I spotted one man following me up a couple of times, he had this bag that had long handles so the bag was nearly on the floor. I thought I saw a video camera pointing up out of it so I thought I'd make his efforts worthwhile. I timed it so that I was right in front of him as we got onto the escalator then stood with my feet about a foot apart. Half way up I lifted my left foot up a step and leaned forward to rub my foot. I looked back down my side and saw the bag virtually in between my legs. I saw a red light in the bag as well.

When I walked off the top of the escalator I went to a shop window and stood looking in, with my feet well apart. I felt the bag brush against my feet but didn't move. Eventually I saw him walk away, I guess he was pleased with his efforts.

Next it was the obligatory shoe shop. There's no way I can go shopping without flashing my pussy to some lucky male shoe shop assistant, and by that time it was a very damp pussy. I waited around just looking until this young man was free. As he walked over to me I could see him looking me up and down. I didn't disappoint him and by the time I left he was as close to cumming as I was.

I was dying for a good fuck so I got a taxi back to the hotel and went up to our room to wait for Jon. Fortunately I didn't have to wait long and Jon was just as keen to have me on the balcony as I was to have him. It still hurt when Jon caressed my nipples and clit.

We had a quiet night in the hotel restaurant and bar that night.

Friday Jon inspected my nipples and clit again. They were still swollen and throbbing. Jon then took me out onto the balcony and had me as I looked down onto the swimming pool area. After he shot his load into me and gone soft, he pulled out and slapped my backside.

We went down for breakfast with me in a little halter-top and short skirt with our juices running down the insides of my legs.

After breakfast Jon told me we were going for a walk. I had to go and change into what is basically 3 rectangles of material. The one that goes over my breasts is held with 2 cords, one round my neck and the other round my body, a bit like a bikini top, but totally unfitted. The other 2 rectangles cover my bum and pussy. A cord goes round my hips to hold them in place. When Jon got me to make it he got me to include a detachable cord that goes in between my legs to the bottom of the rectangles. It's to stop the front or back blowing right up. As it turned out that cord stopped a few people seeing my bum and pussy because it was quite windy that day. Jon also got me to take a couple of small towels – just in case.

After walking a mile or so Jon saw a shop selling things for the beach. He went in and got us some flippers, masks and snorkels. He'd decided that we were going swimming.

There was no way that I could strip naked and go swimming, not there, so I had to swim wearing what I had on. The water was cold at first, but I soon got used to it, especially with Jon messing about. With only those 3 rectangles on it felt as if I was naked. Swimming naked is a feeling that I really enjoy.

As I said, Jon was messing about a lot, and it was only when a man, who was also wearing a mask, spent quite a long time getting close to me and swimming round and under me that I decided to look to see what he could see. Imagine my surprise when I realised that all 3 rectangles had gone. Apart from the mask and flippers I was naked. I swam over to Jon and asked him if he knew. He told me that I'd been like that for ages, but he wasn't going to tell me.

We carried on swimming and messing about for a while longer until the man got bored and left. Then Jon took me to a shallower bit and fucked me.

After that there was the problem of getting out of the water and back to the hotel. I asked Jon if I could borrow his shorts and shirt but he said "no."

Jon got out of the water and was getting dry while I stayed in waiting for things to get a bit quieter. Eventually I decided that I'd have to make a move. There was this nice hunk walking down the waters edge on his own. I stood up and walked straight passed him to Jon. His face was a picture. Jon was just amused by it.

I dried myself and wrapped one of the towels round myself. It was way too small and wouldn't tie properly. It only just covered my bum and pussy. Anyone walking passed me on my left would be able to see that I was naked under it. And with me not being able to tie it there was a great danger that it would fall down anyway.

Jon decided to get a taxi back to the hotel and the driver had a good look as I got in. At the hotel the doorman got a real eyeful when he opened my door. In the lift Jon took the towel off me and gave me the flipper to carry. I had to walk all along the corridor to our room totally naked except for 2 pairs of flipper. A middle-aged couple looked really surprised when they came out of their room right in front of me.

We were on an evening flight back to the UK so after a shower Jon told me to get us packed. Jon left me in reception while he went and bought something. When he came back with nothing I asked him what he'd bought. It was a stun gun and he'd posted it to himself. He reckoned that it stood a better chance of getting though in the post rather than us carrying it. He said that they're illegal in the UK.

There was no problem in the airport because Jon told be to carry Ben in my bag. No metal detector problems. Once we cleared security I had to put them in. I was pleased because the low vibrations of the flight keep me excited.

The flight was nearly empty and we settled in a window seat. After some food and drink I leaned over and dozed off with my head on Jon's lap. When I woke-up I had a blanket over me, Jon told me that he'd got a stewardess, sorry cabin crew person, to get one for me. It was so quiet, and Ben had been at work, so I got Jon's dick out and filled my mouth.

After a couple of minutes Jon decided that we should renew our membership of the mile high club. I don't think that anyone saw us go into the toilet but as we were walking back to our seats a stewardess walked passed us and gave me that 'knowing smile'. In the toilet Jon lifted me up straight away and opened my legs. Before I knew it he was pushing his dick into me. Problem was he'd forgotten that I was wearing Ben. He didn't hurt himself and quickly put his finger in and got them out. The surprise hadn't cooled him down and he came quite quickly.