But some drama did arise as I jumped off the bus on Madero, ½ a block away from the Matehuala pussy palace at 3:20, the question being whether I’d have enough time to get laid at a masaje brothel and still make it to Obsession in time to take full advantage of their incredible afternoon buffet lunch. But as I had a camera with me for one of the few times of my countless Monterrey trips, I decided to take a couple of pics of some of the places in the immediate area. If I ever finish the roll (and develop it!) maybe I’ll post some of the shots here. Unfortunately there will be almost NONE of the girls… Not much luck in that regard this weekend.
Anyway, I jumped on the # 99 bus (4 pesos) that runs the length of Arteaga street, and 5 minutes later I was dropped off on the corner of Arteaga and Doblado and had a choice to make: Giant-titted girl that gives bbbj and a MEAN titty fuck, or, the ‘fave’ that specializes in TLC but always stops short of GFE. Both would cost me 300 pesos for their particular ‘works’. The nasty factor almost always wins out for me, so I went to the place on the 900 block that I just ‘discovered’ last week. I also had high hopes of snapping some pictures of my monster-titted amiga.
Of course, she wasn’t there. Shit! But, as luck would have it, a young chica I hadn’t seen at this place before came out from around the corner and was showing some pretty impressive cleavage for a thin girl. She asked the older blonde in the lobby what was up, and was told I was looking for a girl that wasn’t there. So she started to walk away before I could request HER instead. After both me and the blonde called after her, she came back and smiled when I said I wanted to go with her. She then led me to a room in the back where I had never been before. The room had only the padded massage table, a fan and there was a shower stall right next to it. The problem was there was no DOOR to the room, just a flimsy curtain, and only half a wall, meaning nothing we said was private. I was thinking strongly that this wasn’t going to work, especially the no A/C part.
My chica told me her name was Cynthia and she was in her very early 20’s. She said regular service was 120 pesos. I stopped her at this point and asked if we could use an upstairs room instead. She said sure, and we went back to the front and up the steps where I found that the room I always used at this place (well, 3 times…) was occupied. The other room upstairs didn’t have A/C either, just a fan. But it DID have a DOOR and walls that reached the ceiling. And my girl’s cleavage looked more impressive each time I caught a glimpse. So I decided to tough it out and see what she could do.
We talked for a minute or so about pricing. She asked what I wanted, and I told her what I usually got with her co-worker. She said titty fucking was OK, but she did everything w/ condom. I figured if that was true, I might as well just get the standard 120 peso deal and save some money. I did tell her we could discuss a tip for her later after she went downstairs and booked the session fee while I showered. There is one shower for the two upstairs rooms and it’s in the hallway between them – shower curtain, no door.
She got back soon enough after I had dried off and was lying on the little disposable medical sani-sheet that they use at this place to cover the table. I immediately got excited when as she was taking off her clothes her swollen tits popped out of her two sizes too small bra. Maybe I would be able to get away with seeing them without a tip – an iffy proposition in a place as cheap as this one. But she allayed ALL fears when she took the bra completely off and then proceeded to FEED me the chichis while stroking my dick. WOW! I might just volunteer a tip for THAT!
Cynthia is a morena that’s pretty thin except for some rather unattractive mushy-lloking cellulite in her belly area – like her stomach muscles were thrahed by childbirth and she had never recovered. While it was one of her body’s few flaws, it was a major one. She’s cute more than pretty with a young face with little make-up, but with the pencil thin eyebrows that some Mexican chicas obviously LOVE and that I can’t STAND.
Her tits were a FULL C cup, however, with big, thick nipples and aureaolae that were simply MADE for sucking. I guess, when you think about it, they ALL ARE, but hers were simply mouth-watering.
After our little titty sucking, dick rubbing session, she kind of stared at my dick for a few moments, and I though about inquiring about the BBBJ again. But I didn’t and she soon reached for a condom and started sucking with cover. It felt OK, but the real treat was squeezing her big tits while she did it. And the occasional slurping sound was kind of cool!
After a little of this she asked if she should climb on, and then did. While cowgirl isn’t my favorite position, it can be fun if the chica gets into it a little bit and actually does a little work instead of just kind of putting it in and sitting there. And work young Carla did. After starting off a little slowly to find the range, she soon started full-on bucking with her hips and slamming her crotch down on my pole. The moans soon followed, and I was pretty sure she wasn’t faking. After getting a little worked up like this, she’d take a little break once in awhile to simply wriggle in order to get in even deeper. Then when the energy returned, she’d start bucking again. While again, I am not the biggest fan of cowgirl, after 5 minutes of this and BIG plans for some doggy action and maybe a chest finish, I shot my load in the midst of her panting and moaning while slamming herself on my dick. She just closed her eyes and did her wriggling thing for a fewmore seconds, and then climbed off to begin clean-up.
I asked her for a pic, and we actually sat there and argued aboout it (politely) for 30 seconds or so. She didn’t want one taken naked, and didn’t want to show her face. In hindsight maybe I should have offered a clothed, faceless one, but in my disappointment I didn’t think of it as an option. And I’m not sure it would have been worth the film anyway. But as I ended up pretty much getting shut out on the pics for one reason or another, maybe I should have taken what I could get.
She dressed and left me to shower and didn’t mention anything about a tip, even though originally she had said that body kissing wasn’t included in the 120 pesos price. Disappointed by my photo turndown, I wasn’t in the mood to offer anything extra if I didn’t have to. As it turns out, I got a DAMNED good bargain for my money. An energetic session with a cute big titted young chica.
There was drama as I was leaving, though, as my fave that I was looking for had supposedly suddenly appeared while I was busy w/ Cynthia. She had this hurt puppy dog look, and I would have been a bit more sympathetic if she hadn’t stood me up for a date the previous weekend, giving me some wild story about her family being under 24 hour police protection so she ‘had’ to go home early! I greeted her warmly and simply told her that I’d come see her this week. She acted skeptical, but she’ll see plenty of more Porker pesos if she continues working. That being said, Cynthia (not to mention the fave a mere block away) will make a DAMNED good back up plan!
Feeling pretty good about life, I walked back to Madero and got a taxi to Obsession – about 13 pesos for the 12 blocks or so 10 minute ride. A got there about 4:15 and had to leave my overnight bag at the front desk. Paid the 60 pesos cover charge, which until 5PM includes the afternoon buffet. A pretty damned EXCELLENT deal, as the food is simply incredible.
As I walked into the dark main room from the outside, I couldn’t see a whole lot, but when my eyes focused, I saw like 8 chicas sitting on the overstuffed arm chairs nearest the door, and a couple more directly in front of me doing some sort of sync’ed tandem dance. And nearly all of the chicas looked NEW, several natural looking blondes. What the hell? Obsession is usually pretty damned quiet in the afternoons, with the chicas much more interested in hitting the buffet table than trying to entertain anyone that wasn;t plying them with overpriced drinks.
I spied a table at the back of the stage near the buffet that looked convenient to everything, but a floorman started waving at me from behind the stage and was motioning me over to where Regio, my supposedly hard-working amigo who didn’t have time for late lunch frivolity on Friday afternoons was busy buying overpriced drinks for an amiga. This was a pleasant surprise, and I joined them at a table at the very back behind the stage near the bar. He had gotten an unexpected window of opportunity to go out and play that afternoon. Nice! Except he spent nearly all of my time at Obsession outside on the phone…
Ordered two Tecates (40 pesos, 2x1) and then hit the buffet table. The ceviche in this place is simply incredible. The chicken kabobs (sin stick) are too. The steak strips too. Some of the best food I have every had in Mexico. And it’s all you can stuff in your stomach before the ho’s clean out the leftovers!
A waiter that had grown up in the States filled me in on the ‘new’ girls: They were nightshift girls that had been called in because the bar was PACKED earlier for the lunch shift. Musta been a lotta dudes going out for a long lunch on payday. Most of the chica that had been called in were from South America, with many being Brazilian. I recognized one blonde from the nightshift at Excalibur a few weeks back. There have been several reports of South American girls getting busted for working in the bars in Monterrey. One such report came out in Yesterday’s Sol, and mentioned that 5 girls at Obsession had been detained. Looks like while the word traveled fast to the girls that there were customers aplenty in the afternoon at Obsession, word traveled fast to the immigration nazis as well! Too bad, as these girls injected a powerful energy into what is usually a pretty lazy club in the afternoon. And they were HOT too. A couple gave Ruby and Esmeralda a run for their money as the hottest chicas in the bar.
After about an hour, 5 drinks and 2 trips to the buffet table, Regio dragged me kicking and screaming to the Matehuala where we were running quite late (as is HIS fashion!) for a meeting of some guys from Monterrey’s Spanish Yahoo group. And sure enough, as we got there, some amigos were already waiting for us. We caught up with them for a little while, while intermittently some of us (mainly Regio!) would disappear for a few minutes to do a privado. At 50 pesos per four minute song, and with 35+ chicas working the payday afternoon shift, why the hell NOT indulge when the urge strikes? After about an hour of pure conversation and window-gawking, I decided to pull a chica offstage myself for a test drive while they were all lined up for the 7 PM lineup presentation.
Her name was Baby, and she had been introduced to me by Regio a few months back after he had taken her downstairs for a privado. He told me later that she had refused to do extras with him, and I am glad I didn’t know that ahead of time as it would have severely prejudiced me even though I really didn’t plan to do anything more than to play with her BEAUTIFUL C cup tits when I grabbed her offstage anyway.
Baby is approximately 20 years old, light colored hair, light caramel covered skin, kind of bewitching brown eyes and a VERY nice smile. Her body is thin but voluptuous, and I find it incredibly sexy. Nothing jiggling except her boobs, but no unsightly bones popping out either!
Baby walked with me hand in hand to the stairway to heaven and patiently waited while I paid my 50 pesos for the initial 4 minutes. She led me to a booth about ¾ of the way to the back and then had me sit in the back chair, took off all her clothes and sat on top of me. She encouraged me to kiss, lick and probe her entire chest area and then made sure that all areas were avaialble for probing fingers below. Short of full on making out and overt dick grabbing, this is about as good as I can imagaine a privado can be. No limits. I even rubbed the starfish a little, although I was a bit chicken to actually enter it with my finger. Hadn’t trimmed the nails that day (yet…)!
I called for a second song, and my chica seemed a LITTLE surprised by this. I was having fun playing with her, but honestly, I was also amused by what was going on in the booths directly facing us too, as some other chicas in the back were apparently giving some extra special dances. Just another thing to LOVE about the Matehuala. Originally I cursed the removal of curtains on the privado booths, but now I am thinking that it was the greatest thing that ever happened to that place!
About the middle of the second song (while petting the starfish!!!), I started to inquire if my chica ‘did more than dance’ downstairs. She said yes, she did ‘everything’, did I want to? OF COURSE I DID! I mean seriously, how many of you would simply say uh, NO to a BEAUTIFUL sexy 20 year old hottie that asked you if you wanted to get sucked and fucked by her? But being the dedicated cheapskate monger that I am, I had to ask the price. And her response was the expected 300 pesos – 50% more than I am used to paying, though usually with girls that aren’t as hot or nearly as young. But due to principle I said that was too much. A second later she offered a BJ for a mere 100 pesos, and while I usually can’t finish this way, I figured that watching a chica this hot bobbing on my (covered) knob would be well worth the fee. She called for a condom, and we were off.
Her BJ technique was pretty damned good, and she deep throated a couple times which simply made me GASP in pleasure. And playing with her very RIPE tits (this girl OOZES hormones!) made it immensely pleasurable. A good two songs of this, though, and I was pretty sure that I couldn’t finish this way and was going to end up frustrated. SO I asked her if she wouldn’t want an extra 100 pesos to fuck instead. She though for a second and said she’d do it for 150 (250 total tip for her). My desire to fuck her superseded principle, and pretty soon she was lowering herself on top of me, trying to shoehorn my knob inside without any lubrication. Pretty soon she had corkscrewed her way inside and was wriggling away.
A couple minutes of this and I got her to stand up and bend over for doggie. Some chicas won’t do this in privados for fear of embarrassment, but Baby was a true trooper. Except as is often the case for me, with chicas wearing high heeled hooker shoes, her legs ended up being a lot longer than mine and I don’t like fucking uphill!
So, painfully aware of the clock ticking and not wanting to have invested 400+pesos on a non-finishing session, necessity became the mother of invention, and I wanted to somehow try missionary (my normal fail-safe finishing position) with her. So somehow I got her to sit all the way on the back of the little chair in the booth with her legs up in the air and I ended up squatting on top of her. This felt GREAT, and she was remarkable compliant in what couldn’t have been a terribly comfortable position for her. But my reverie was interrupted after a minute or so when I felt a burning in my thighs. I am NOT in shape to be squatting like that (2 feet off the ground) for an extended period of time!
So it became a race: Could I finish before my legs just completely collapsed??? Talk about the monger’s olympics!!! With the help of my chica, I ended up winning the race by cheating. I ended up climbing on top of the chair too, putting pretty much ALL my considerable weight on poor Baby’s lap, thrusting away in the process while gripping the back of the chair for leverage. When I FINALLY popped, I don’t think I have ever felt so ecstatically RELIEVED in my LIFE! Adding to that, my perverse sense of cheapness was stoked when they called TIME as soon as I crawled off of her. I had just saved myself 5 bucks!
Anyway, I simply cannot believe the spirit of cooperation and work ethic of some of the chicas at the Matehuala, of which Baby is just the latest example. Try getting your average Tijuana street girl to accommodate your rather unusual and at times physically uncomfortable requests and to screw for an extended period of time without anything extra (tip-wise, anyway) coming their way and they’ll kick your ass all over the room trying to escape. At the Matehuala? All done with a smile and a peck on the cheek at the end. Baby was simply INCREDIBLE! This girl is fucking HOT and she fucked me like her life depended on it. Total cost ended up being 575 pesos: 250 for her, 300 for the dances (2 of which were spent purely playing around and negotiating), 25 for the condom which the girls can get in trouble for not buying while giving extras. This was rather expensive for me, but man, what an experience – something only a FANTASTIC booth fuck can provide. The problem is, they are damned addicting and I am a POOR MAN.
The lineup being over when we went back upstairs was an indication that I had been gone awhile, and I immediately felt guilty for keeping my amigo Regio waiting for that long when he may have had plans to go to another place while I had left my bag in his trunk. He was still in great spirits, though, and offered to drop me off at my next destination (La Cava) on his way home. After thoroughly cleaning up with baby wipes and alcohol spray in the grocery store parking lot, of course! You paranoid married guys
I was a little apprehensive when heading into La Cava, as I had set up a ‘date’ with the insanely big titted young stripper Arleth on a visit a few days before for after her shift on Friday night (midnight). The nervousness was immediately burst, however, when the old guy that works the door pointed at a big NO COVER sign as I offered him my 10 peso coin that they usually charge on Friday. Little customer friendly touches… I LOVE IT!
And Arleth turned out not to be working that night. The lineup was still pretty good, though. Ms. Perfect Tits was there, but well occupied. Both of the big girls with the BIG tits were working. The short haired chica with the great ass was there. The long-haired morena that strips totally nude than spreads it onstage was there. All in all, it made for 90+ minutes of quality re-charge entertainment.
There were plenty of questions as to what to do next, many revolving around which ‘girlfriends’ to go see or avoid. I had blown two wads already, so going anywhere where I would be pressured into a third would probably not be wise. I also was trying to avoid places where I’d be pressured into buying a bunch of ficha drinks. I had pretty much decided to head to the Infinito a block away when the barkers outside of Givenchy on the corner right before Infinito made me laugh and agree to check inside. And then there was a big titted chubby girl onstage inside that led me to stay. I ordered a drink and got a stageside seat – a cheapskate pervert’s dream, as you can feel up the girls there to your heart’s content for free – tipping is not allowed.
The second group of dancers included an old chubby fave (Sol) that I had screwed in a booth a couple weeks back. She had told me before going onstage that she would finally agree to my offer of getting me off for free if I bought a few dances from her, but I kind of laughed it off. But she was all business with ME onstage, letting me be the only guy that could feel her up (and ALL over) and giving me her clothes for safekeeping while she danced. And sure enough she came up to me afterwards to give me the hard sell.
She modified her offer a little bit the second time around, saying she would let me titty fuck her for no charge. I made sure she agreed that it would be sin condon, and she said sure, just buy three dances. Although I was a little nervous that I wouldn’t be able to finish having sessioned twice already since 3:30 that afternoon, I figured I couldn’t really go wrong spending a total of 180 pesos to screw her tits for 12 minutes or so.
When we got upstairs it was quite weird as ALL the lights were on and it was VERY bright in there. I was wondering what the hell kind of crackdown had happened for this to occur when the guy who ran the privado area came back to the desk with a mop in his hand and turned out the lights. It had simply been a case of the place being completely empty and him taking the time to clean up. I paid for only two dances in advance, and as we had our total run of the place, we headed for the most completely private corner booth. My honey stripped immediately, and I whipped out my exceedingly happy member.
Bareback activity of ANY sort is extremely unusual in the privados of Monterrey strip clubs. I am sure it occurs, but it has been extremely rare for ME. So when I stuck my naked dick between Sol’s over-engorged tits it was an IMMENSE thrill. The thought that if I could somehow summon some leche from a twice depleted reservoir I would spew it all over this poor girl’s torso was VERY exciting to me.
But things didn’t look promising in that regard to start out. I was not real comfortably screwing her tits standing up, and from previous experience with Sol, that was all she was likely to allow. Having my cock play peekaboo between her super soft fatty melons made for a damned good visual, but if I couldn’t pop this way it would all be for nought.
But getting her to rub beneath my balls and getting my thumb to rub my dick head while my hands squeezed her tits around my dick (not to mention hearing some nice moans from a chica that had entered a few booths over!) led to quite an eruption not too far into our second song together. Even in the VERY soft light of the privado area, I could see the spooge glisten all over her swollen tits. And I used my hands to rub it into her tits even more while feeling some last precious squeezes. As it was the third successful mission since I had jumped off the bus that afternoon, I was pretty damned impressed with my work, and my cock was REAL damned happy!
Sol had brought a few napkins with her in anticipation of having to clean up, and when she was done cleaning both her chest and my dick she told me to put them in my pocket and throw them out downstairs so she wouldn’t get in trouble for not having bought a condom. My reaction was, uh, yeah, RIGHT, and I took the spooge-filled napkins and threw them over the wall into the empty booth next door. She said they would still know WE did that since the place was empty, but I really didn’t give two shits as I gave her the extra 60 pesos for the last dance I had promised her and never needed. Lending credence to her constant whine that she needed to have a sufficient number of dances to make her full salary, SHE paid for the third dance with the money I had just given her! She knows her Ho math better than me!
Now, at THIS point, normally I would have ( and in hindsight, probably SHOULD HAVE) gone home. It was 10:30 at night, I had been shot 3 loads, had been drinking for the last 6+ hours, and there was very little new to do at this point, at least cheaply during primetime on a Friday night payday.
So, of course, I decided to spend the night! I had been curious many times about a hotel that was pretty much in the middle of Monterrey’s ‘Zona’ across from a restaurant that I go to a lot that looked pretty nice from the outside. It’s called the Hotel Nuevo Leon, but the décor and the sign outside are very similar to the Days’ Inn in Monterrey. Knowing the location, I figured that despite the decent looks of the place, they would probably allow chicas in with no questions asked. So I walked the few blocks over to Amado Nervo street and asked, and it turned out that the rate was 300 pesos for 2 people in a room w/ A/C and TV. SOLD!
Uh, except that I was 50 pesos short with the cash onhand! Where does the damned money go???
I begged off, saying I had to go to the bank, and after I collected my overnight bag from the grocery store package check, went to the ATM and to El Pollo Loco for a middle of the night snack, I was offered two keys and my choice of either of two adjacent rooms, depending on which had the better A/C. As the first smelled a little too much of BUG SPRAY, I chose the second. As monger-friendly all night rooms go in Monterrey, the fact that Hotel Nuevo Leon gave a key and had a 1PM check-out time made it a much more attractive option than the Hotel Casino a couple blocks away. My room at Hotel Nuevo Leon was simply OK, nothing special or frilly. Of primary importance was that the A/C was decent. The size of the room and the furnishings reminded me a little of the gringo rooms at the Hotel Leyva in TJ – big room (dining table, two chairs), TV didn’t have cable, bathroom was clean but TINY. It’s not that amusing taking a morning after dump with right thigh shoe-horned against the bathroom wall! I guess I should feel glad that the toilet had a seat!
From walking around on all the errands prior to checking in, I was pretty sweaty when I finally got settled in my room. I ate my little snack in between showering and changing into an extra smoke free shirt. By 11:15 I was refreshed and ready to go explore the weekend evening shift, something I don’t have a ton of experience with as I don’t like weekend primetimes.
After a little hemming and hawing after KNOWING that I had just one opportunity to catch the end of the afternoon shifts at most clubs before they left at 11:30, I decided to skip the major clubs and try my luck at one of the ultimate dumps in Centro, the Blue Palace on Reforma, a mere block from my hotel. Two of my former faves from an even WORSE shithole (La Joya bar) had been seen working there in the last few months, and I figured that at least ONE might be ready to leave the bar by 11:30, which would be good for finding a hotel companion. I MUST have been drunk at this point, as I couldn’t have been horny and ready for another session a mere hour after the 3rd session of the day!
But sure enough, as I entered, I ran into the primary old fave from La Joya – a short kind of chunky chick that once got me so HOT that I did 8 consecutive privados with her despite the fact that all we did was kiss with some titty sucking. She was the MASTER, though, of turning up the mileage at the end of the song in order to induce another. My history with this girl (Jenny) was that she led me on for a good MONTH (probably 120+ dollars worth of ficha drinks) before finally going to the hotel with me (in early December), which ended up being only mediocre, after which I backed off in a huge hurry, much to her surprise and chagrin. Adding to this drama, I had blown off a date we had two weeks before, and I hadn’t seen or spoken to her since to see if she had actually shown up.
But, as a good monger, I had to posture, so immediately upon seeing the girl I was VERY happy to see, I asked her with righteous indignance ‘WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU ON DATE NIGHT!!!’, only to get it blasted back at me with both barrels, ‘uh, NO, Where the FUCK were YOU?’ OOPS!!! “Uh, I was there at 5:30… It was 8:30? Oh my GOD, I’m SOOOOO Sorry…”. Shit. The only hooker that actually shows up for a date on time!!!
The tense situation got worse when my girlie told me that she ‘had’ to work until 2 AM and couldn’t leave before that and I said that since she had to work all damned night (it was 11:30 then), I didn’t see any point in buying her ficha drinks which I was sick and tired of. She ran away to pout after I told her that if I was still AWAKE at 2 AM that I MIGHT come back for her.
As soon as she went away, tail between her legs, my OTHER former fave from La Joya excitedly approached and told me she had just returned that week form her latest illegal crossing into Texas. She asked me why I never called her and told me how bad she wanted to come back to my house and hang out there. Uh, yeah… She then ran and fetched some magazine about tattoo art in Mexico where there was a GREAT picture of her with her above the (massive) cleavage multi-colored tattoo (normally completely covered by makeup) of some huge fish. I complemented her on the photo and told her I’d call her this week… If she sucked cock half as well as she pretended to like me, I’d marry the chunky honey! As it is she’ll kiss it lightly and then bitch about how she ‘doesn’t like’ to suck dick. Oops. And I don’tlike to PAY (or WAIT) for half-assed hookers.
Anyway… If they had had A/C at Blue Palace I might have stayed. But as they didn’t, I decided to bar hop. Well, that was the initial plan…
On the way towards Infinito/Givenchy/La Cava I saw a couple chicas walking down the street about to disappear around a corner. One was showing decent cleavage and looked pretty cute. Armed with plenty of liquid courage I quickly asked “Where are y’all going”. I had to ask a second time as they kept walking, pretending they didn’t hear. But on the second time they both turned and smiled and said they were hungry and going to eat. They asked if I wanted to invite them to eat somewhere. SCORE!!! Uh, sort of… Sure, I said, but where? They ended up choosing a sit down restaurant across Madero from El Pollo loco. And we had a nice little flirtatious conversation during the half hour it took them to eat hamburgers and fries. The cute one was pretty damned cute and packing at LEAST C cups. The other was young (19) and probably would have been cute if not for too much extra weight from a recent kid. Both were quite entertaining over dinner.
But I had made an error in judgement thinking that they were done working for the evening. They said that they were on their way TO work, and the type of taxi dance place that they worked at meant that once they entered they were obligated to stay until 6 AM. They said that to drink with them there would cost me 100 pesos per hour plus their drinks (which are pretty much normally priced). I mistook them for pure party girls and offered to buy them both drinks all night if they went to a place sin fichas/time charge. They blew me off right bfore I was going to ask the cute one to visit my hotel room. These were no amateurs like I had suspected! OOPS!
I had one beer at a shithole bar at Villagran on the corner of the block before Infinito. A kind of cute (but kind of skanky looking – tattered looking hooker costume) RIPE titted chica came up to me and asked not for a drink (sure to result in an automatic and FIRM ‘NO’), but for a privado. While staring at her quite firm and impressive cleavage I asked a quick question re: what we might do in said privado, and she said ‘anything I wanted’. Well, as my imagination usually runs WILD when I get such a perfect answer, I said ‘sure, why not’ to her request and paid my 50 pesos for a full song in a curtained booth. My little short chica didn’t disappoint initially, allowing full access to her tits, and I squeezed and sucked to my heart’s content. While they weren’t MASSIVE like I prefer, the were firm the only way a young chica’s can be. Thing went south, though, when I tried to probe down low and she consistently moved my hand. I half-heartedly inquired about full service and she responded that our time was almost up. As I wasn’t really into things with her (other than her tits), I figured I’d just not re-sign and leave. 3 minutes later I was back at the Matehuala.
Just in time for a lineup. Where my old, old, fave stuck her tongue out at me. I guess she was annoyed at me blowing her off recently. Guess she doesn’t understand that my sweet tongue draws the line at money for NOTHING as she has been wont to get recently. I turned the other cheek (motivated by her AWESOME hanging tits!) and called her down from the stage. She lost some tread off her shoes beating a path to the floor. I mistakenly bought two privados on the way down for 100 pesos instead of one. The first was spent with my head buried in between her tits and dick yearning to breathe free. The second was spent re-hashing lukewarm old times and having her nagging me to MARRY HER while my cock went back to sleep. This time I BURNT RUBBER heading for the damned door when mercifully our privado time was over!
I poked my head into a couple more bars seeing little of interest before ending up back at Blue Palace about 1 AM, only to find Jenny busy drinking with a guy that had bought her a BUCKET of ficha drinks. She came over briefly to tell me she’d be with me shortly, but at that point I really didn’t give a shit, remembering all the time she had led me on in the past.
But sure enough, after she danced at 2 AM I stopped her as she walked by and she said that if I’d buy her a beer she’d stay (and leave) with me, and when I said yes, we headed for the very back of the warehouse-sized bar and the next time I looked the dumb looking long haired young guy that had bought her at LEAST one bucket was gone. Not sure what the guy expected, but getting blown off like that musta sucked! At least I used to get a dinner date out of me fichas from her!
Anyway, it ended up costing me 40 pesos for a full-sized beer (pony beers w/ ficha cost 28 in this dump), which she didn’t even TOUCH before leaving to get dressed to leave. As she had sat with me for 5 minutes kissing frequently, I didn’tmind too much, and I actually finished the beer while she was dressing.
She came back and suggested that we take a bottle to my room. Except all liquor sales ended at midnight. ‘You can buy one here ‘para llevar’ she saaid. Didn’t seem to bad according to the prices on the wall… Except they ‘ran out’ of Presidente, said the bartender. And Don Pedro cost 50% more… SO… with images of a drunken chica screaming “SI! PAPI PORKER!!!” dancing in my head, I heard the price of 260 pesos for 500 ML of Don Pedro (6 bucks in any grocery store), and said, “Uh, THAT sounds reasonable!!!”, and we were off to the OXXO on the corner to buy mixers, cups, and ice. In hindsight, it STILL might have been a reasonably good idea if my chica had actually HIT THE DAMNED BOTTLE like she said she wanted to before we got down to ‘business’. But she left me with a bottle 90% full and a session that always seemed to be missing something.
As the OXXO was 1 ½ blocks from the Blue Palace, and now 2 ½ blocks from my hotel, I offered to pay the dollar or so it would cost to take a taxi to the hotel, saving her the embarrassment of walking 3 blocks through the ‘Zona’ carrying all our drinks at 2:30 AM. As we walked in the door and up the stairs the desk clerk came rapidly toward us and I was wondering if I was gonna get hassled for bringing in a girl, but he saw it was me, merely said ‘Oh, hi’, and quickly retreated back to his post. Girl friendly hotel! Cool!!!
Once we got to me room we sat down at the dinner table and had a drink. We talked a little bit about what we were looking for in life, and best I could tell, my chica was looking for a sugar daddy that would pay her bills and stay out of her hair after marrying her and adopting her kids. Uh, good luck!
After about 20 minutes, she suggested we take a shower, and the fun began. Showering with Jenny was AWESOME. Kissing, sucking (well, me sucking HER fun parts!), hard throbbing dick rubbing against her fat ass! HIJOLE!!!
When we retired to the bed, I started off kissing her all over, ending up slobbering on her cunt for an extended period of time. The general lack of response despite a concerted effort to make her speak in tongues (seemingly an impossible rhythm. She apparently wanted a brick-firm, hyper-speeded tongue) led to probing fingers, led to fisting to the third knuckle (but not to the wristbone… not enough lube to go further. From experience fisting works best after blowing a load in your honey… GUACALA!!!), which ended up resulting in an overly wet chica that wanted to speed bone in order to get off. I tried my best for about a half hour to accommodate her while sloshing around in her super wet and hand stretched pussy, but in the end fell short when she started complaining about feeling sore. Poor baby!
But my honey played the trooper, teeling me she wanted me to ‘feeneesh’ while reminding me how late she was getting to her house (it was 4:30 AM by this point). So I ended up rubbing my bar cock against her ample ass, which got me very excited and led me to try and put on another condom – with NO help from her. DAMMIT! I have NEVER put a condom on MYSELF and have no idea how!!! Which led to losing the ‘edge’, which led to another round of dry buttcrack humping, which finally led to an explosion all over her ass and back as I imagined screwing her in the ass. She took it like a trooper, and kept writhing against me for another half minute or so until finally suggestimg that we shower again. Which was almost as pleasurable as the first time.
After drying off I left all my money (460 pesos) by her purse while she spent FAR too long in the bathroom by herself (crying fit???), I took a clothed pic of her before walking her downstairs and into a waiting cab. I immediately went back upstairs and passed put asleep, not bothering to pick up the numerous unfilled condoms strewn around the room.
While the Hotel Nuevo Leon had very little to recommend about it besides the A/C and girl friendliness, it was extraordinarily quiet while I was sleeping off my evening of excess. I had gone to sleep around 5 AM and woke up at 11:30 in a completely dark room w/ A/C humming. Not bad. At that point I was debating whether to go home or stay and hang out in Monterrey on a blazing hot Saturday afternoon. I figured I had a little time to do BOTH. So I showered quickly, dropped the key off downstairs, headed to the bank to re-load, and then walked the 6 blocks to a massage brothel at 253 Carlos Salazar to look for an older fave.
Except, as luck would have it, she wasn’t there. I was about to turn and walk out, as I had gone to get laid more for something to do rather than out of feeling horny. But an older, kind of chubby chica showing MASSIVE cleavage made me think twice, and the twinkle in her eye as she told me that the fave was no longer working there and I may as well pass with the chicas that were available there led me to say ‘OK’, and I went with her. A good decision.
Maria is probably in her early 30’s, and she has full D cups, though a bit large all over. As usual with the older chicas, what she lacked in beauty she more than made up with in performance, giving me a helluva lot more than my 200 pesos money’s worth. She sucked me hard and deep (with condom). And allowed very generous titty sucking and squeezing. And when it came to sex, she encouraged me to pound away at a surprisingly tight box and apparently actually enjoyed it a little. Like I said, I could have done MUCH worse for spending 200 pesos than I did.
After that it was a leisurely lunch at the China In on Madero and a quick metrorail ride back to the main bus station to catch a ride home to arrive for an appointment with the cleaning lady for Saturday afternoon. Fortunately I had the good sense to go home after blowing so much money and avoiding the craziness of the bars that surely resulted from the playoff soccer matches featuring the two local teams for pretty much the first time EVER. Saw a movie late afternoon (the Queen Latifah debacle. Yuck.) in order to get out of the house and enjoy some A/C and had some Popeye’s chicken for dinner. Not a bad way to pass a lonely Saturday, but then again, it’d be pretty damned hard to top Friday’s puta-chasing adventures, now wouldn’t it?
This was not a typical weekend for me as I ended up spending about twice my normal amount in 24 hours. I almost NEVER get a room to stay over (I use short time hotels instead when I have a date, they´re about about ½ the cost of the overnight room I got), and buying the bottle of booze after hours was just plain DUMB. But every once in awhile it´s fun to go out and boff four chicas in a night just to see that it´s still possible. Even if the last one has to jerk you off with her asscheeks!