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Meeting an Alien - Steampunk

Copyright© 2025 by Duncan Mickloud

Chapter 59: Making An Heir In Cuba

Time Travel Sex Story: Chapter 59: Making An Heir In Cuba - Steampunk is a stand alone coming-of-age story. Bill Morgan, Tom’s son, from the first Meeting An Alien story is almost grown up. Bill, at loose ends, arrives on Earth-19 where many dangers, challenges and needy damsels await him. It is a separate story with all new characters and a places; i.e. it is a vastly different world with a an Old-West feel. Think mid-19th century; Steam power, percussion cap weapons and duals to the death.

Caution: This Time Travel Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft   mt/Fa   Ma   Fa   mt   ft   Coercion   Consensual   Romantic   Farming   Restart   Steampunk   Science Fiction   Aliens   Alternate History   Post Apocalypse   Time Travel   Paranormal   Magic   Spanking   Interracial   Black Female   White Male   White Female   Oriental Female   Hispanic Female   Indian Female   Anal Sex   First   Oral Sex   Pregnancy   Voyeurism   Big Breasts   Size   Small Breasts   Smoking  

Fernando said, “As it happens, I know an experienced tobacco mixer. I can send him a letter.”

I said, “Please do.”


“Fernando, you can write the letter and give it to me. I can send it faster than you can. I need the name and place where I can find him.”

He said, “Just like that?”

I said, “Just like that.”

I sent, “Ox, send a pouch of Capitán Oro Negro, a nice clay pipe, a corncob, and a pack of pipe cleaners here. Be sure to include a pipe tool.”

They appeared on the bench, sitting in a large paper bag. I opened the bag, put the meerschaum and other items inside, and handed it to Fernando.

He looked inside. “Señor, it is too much.”

I said, “Pipes are a big part of my business. I want you to understand them. This new tobacco is called Capitán Oro Negro. We make this in Virginia. The small white pipe is a clay pipe. The third is, of course, a corncob; the last two are common here. With three pipes, you can rotate between them.” I held up the standard pipe tamper scraper.

I said, “Use this to scrape the bowl clean. This other part can be used to tamp down hot tobacco to make it easier to relight.”

He grinned, “Thank you, I should leave before you give me anything more.”

Fernando left. I prepared to depart, too, and had Ox seal the door.

Ox injected, “Fernando liked your accidental Cigarillo. You should title it ‘The Ordinary Man.’ It could be priced reasonably. Let your mixer invent better flavors.”

A box appeared on the table. I opened it. It has two cigar boxes of ready-made Mini Cigarillos. The box reads “The Ordinary Man” with “Mini Cigarillos” listed below. There are ten Mini Cigarillo wallets and two boxes of the Mini Cigarillo holders.

I said, “Ox? What is this for?”

He said, “An experiment. You need to visit Rebecca and Emilia anyway. Gift these to Rebecca and see if they sell.”

I said, ‘Hmm, not a bad idea, after lunch, maybe?”

I went inside the house, and Ana was walking towards me.

She said, “Almuerzo - or lunch to you, it is ready.”

I said, “Thank you, dear. Let me go wash my hands.”

I came back out, and we were eating at the small table again. I preferred that. I had a Cubano sandwich. The recipe this time was even more different than the ones I had growing up in Florida. They served cool, unsweetened tea with it.

I thought about the Perry sisters as I chewed. The pork and Cuban mini bread in the Cubano at the hacienda are both chewy and tasty.

Soon after the whorehouse debacle, I had Rebecca and Emelia move into my house. Why not? Emelia was carrying my baby after all. They removed the upstairs junk from the store and converted it into a secondary stock room. The front of the downstairs stockroom had now been converted into a small office.

The two sisters now shared running the store. I gave them enough free product they were much more successful than before.

I said, “Ox, add ten of those portable bamboo cigarette rollers to the bag.”

He said, “That is a good idea. Rebecca carries some cigarettes, tobacco, and papers. The rollers should attract more cigarette tobacco buyers from the other stores. I will have the Heillizdt whip up some cigarette holders, too.”

I said, “I should have thought of that. Make them in two lengths, regular and long, for cooler smoking. We can get Franklin to manufacture them. Does Henson Cigars carry anything like that?”

Ox paused a half second, “No, they don’t.” Holders have been a largely missed market. Other stores do not carry them. It is a male thing because holders are not considered manly. We think women will like them.”

I said, “Fuck the dumb ass men in the Provinces. I recall seeing them in the stores in London. We will get sample cigars to Franklin and let them market them with their loose tobacco products. Do other stores have them?”

“No, and cigarette or cigar holders are carried anywhere we can see.”

I said, “Great, we have a plan then, right?”

“Right.”

Fernando dropped the letter off. His ‘friend’ was actually Alberto Bescós, his brother. I had Ox put it directly in his brother’s mailbox. Fernando had written it as a firm job offer.

I took my bag of goodies for the Perry sisters and ported them to their upstairs stockroom. I came down the ladder with my bag and went out to the store proper. They were waiting on customers, so I set the bag down in the back.

Rebecca rushed in to kiss me. I tried to show her what I had brought.

She said, “I have something I want to show you.”

She went up three steps on a ladder and pulled her skirt up as I looked up and saw her naked and yummy-looking bum. My fucking God. Rebecca was replaying her seduction of me so many months ago. I walked over, and she turned herself on the ladder facing out as I took her hips and started licking her pussy. Her tawny cunt hair is tickling my nose, and my tongue is running up and down her denuded pussy lips. She’s so tasty!

“Ox, silent mode please.”

“Um-hm.”

I held her there tightly as I stuck my long, fat tongue right up in her and twirled it back and forth.

“MOTHERFUCKER, OHHHHHFFFUUUUUUCCCKKKKK MEEEEEE BILLLL...”

I felt her burning hot cunt trying to crush my tongue. I held her there until she stopped squirming so much. She came down the ladder shakily and kissed my mouth roughly.

She said, “Goddammit, I’ve missed your visits.”

“You live in my home now...”

I moved her to the desk.

I bent her over it and dropped my trousers. I plugged the big boy straight into her sopping wet tunnel. I pounded into her ass.

I moaned, “UNHhh,” and started pounding myself into her harder.

I fucked her sweet cunt as hard and fast as I could. Ana had missed out. I discovered I was frustrated with the slow pace Ana had set for us. We had yet to consummate our marriage.

I reamed Rebecca’s pussy for a while, waiting for her to climax again.

Rebecca yelled, “Ohhhh, yeessss ... Sooo fulllll! Yes, oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, ... again ... aahhhhgghhhmmmm...”

I loudly grunted my own, “ARRRR...”

I sat in the chair, and she sat on my lap, and we made out like teenagers for a while.

Emelia came in and looked down, “Is it my turn yet?”

I looked at her swollen belly. “Umm?”

Rebecca got up and reached back with her hand, and then she tagged out. Someone has been watching pro wrestling on TV at the mansion.

Rebecca left, and Emelia started to back into me. She had removed her skirt.

Ox injected, “Tell your pecker to change to short. You don’t want to poke out your baby’s eyes.”

I said, “Fuck Ox. That visual is disgusting.”

‘Cock, change to short mode.’

By the time I was seated, she was sighing loudly as she sat down on my cock with her ass against my belly.

She said, “I have missed this.”

I slid my hands inside her top and manipulated her fine, now even bigger ta-tahs. I worked her torrid purple nipples gently as she worked herself up to a cum. She started getting more energetic.

She began gurgling and then “Hnnnnnnnhhhhh! Aaaaaaaaannnngggh! OHH-FFUUCCKK!!”

She tried to crush my poor pecker. When she finished, she got up and turned around. We kissed and held each other. It’s not comfortable facing each other like this.

After a few minutes, I patted her butt and said, “If you would, relieve Rebecca and send her back. She never saw the new products I brought to show her.”

After one final long kiss, she went back out front.

I opened the bag and showed Rebecca what I brought. Loads of free cigarillos, she was ecstatic. At least she was thrilled by the potential. I showed her the portable cigarette roller.

Rebecca asked, “Does his thing really work?”

I said, “Get me some tobacco and papers, I’ll show you right now.”

I had not actually used this roller for cigarettes. However, I had a good idea how to do it using the bigger machine. It’s the same principle. I rolled a couple and helped Rebecca make a few.

She said, “Hot damn, do you have any idea how many people can’t roll a decent cigarette. What do you think these are worth?”

I said, “Realistically? I don’t care. Introduce them for around $3.00. After they become popular, add a dollar to the price.”

She said, “You did not bring enough of these. I will leave one out on the counter with a cigarette in it so they get the idea. They will be sold quickly. This is -new- and I will not be able to keep them in stock.”

I said, “Good. I knew there was a reason I loved you. You’re a great businesswoman.”

 
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