Callejon Coahuila. Just hours ago, I had been called down to San Diego on a business emergency. The timing was far too perfect to not slip across the border for some carnal delight.

Hours earlier, I was overlooking downtown San Diego from a high rise. Now, I sat in a run down locals bar, a lone degenerate gringo drinking two-for-one Tecates, and hoping to find a certain chilanga prostitute I have been lusting after for weeks. How much happier I was here, than I couuld ever be in my homeland.

"No quieres compania?" The waiters couldn't understand why I was sitting alone in a booth, with so much putang offering itself up to me. But I wasn't interested in any company. I was waiting for a special dark-eyed beauty, who would never arrive.

"Gracias, amigo, pero estoy esperando algien." Thanks my friend, but I am waiting for someone.

A heavyset, big titted dancer took the stage. She was nothing out of the ordinary, but there was something about the way her g-string fit between her legs that was making my dick hard. I called her to my table with a dollar bill, and felt up her large, soft breasts as I tucked the bill between her legs. I was now throbbing hard, and had to slide my dick into something. Something soft and wet, something that would moan and cry and grind against me as I pumped semen into it.

I downed my beer, and bolted out into the alley. The street girls were tempting, but my sights were set higher. Tonight, I needed something special.

After popping my head into a few bars, I was shocked by the amount of beauty on display in Las Chavelas. A dark-skinned beauty in a sheer dress smiled at me from a table near the dance floor. I took the hint, and offered in Spanish to buy her a drink.

"Hablas Espanol?"

"Claro que si." Of course I do. All of the remaining dialog took place in her native tongue.

"So what are you doing in Tijuana?"

"Just having some fun. How about you?" I had worked myself close to her in the booth, and was feeling up her ass as we spoke.

"Working. Tonight is my last night, I fly back to Cancun tomorrow."

"You are leaving all this behind? How can you do that?"

"That's easy," she laughed. "Tijuana is full of drunks and cheapskates. I can make from one customer in Cancun what three or four pay me here."

"But what about your boyfriend? Won't he miss you? Or is going with you." God her ass felt good. My other hand was now running up the inside of her thigh.

"Don't make me laugh! Boyfriends are a waste of time. Why would I want to be with the same man every night, when every day I meet men who will pay me to go to bed with them?"

I couldn't fault her logic, but couldn't resist hearing what she might say next.

"You say that now. But one day you will fall in love, and will be dying for the same man to make love to you every night."

"You are crazy! I love no one!" A flower salesman stopped by our table, offering her the chance to make her point to another stranger.
"Flowers? Look, he doesn't love me, he just wants to fuck me. I don't love him either. And I hate flowers! Leave us alone!"

My kind of girl. "OK, so you will never fall in love. But would you go to the hotel?"

She smiled, and ran her sexy fingers across my muscled chest. "Of course. I have to dance first, though. Will you wait for me, or are you going to leave?"

"I have a feeling that you are worth waiting for. Besides, I would love to watch you dance!"

She gave me a peck on the lips before rising, and headed through a door to change. I ordered another beer and watched a sexy blonde grind on the floor in front of me. My blood ran hot in my veins, and my dick was ready to explode in my pants. I had been anticipating this moment all day, suffering through hours on the road and mindnumbing interactions with hopelessly dull Californians. It felt good to be alive again.

My soon to be lover took the stage, and wasted no time shedding what little clothes she started with. My mind was reeling with desire as she teased and flirted with other customers, then made her way to my table. She was completely naked, and had a tiny, neatly trimmed little black bush. Her legs straddled mine, and she leaned forward to caress my face with her soft, perky breasts. Goddamn, I couldn't wait to be inside of her.

Time stood still while she finished her act, occasionally smiling into my hypnotized eyes. She understood the power she had over me, and a thousand guys like me. And she fucking loved it.

"You still want to go to the room?" she smiled, after leaving the stage and strutting back to my table.

I swallowed hard. "You know the answer to that. Come on, let's go."

"But you don't even know what I charge!"

"What difference does it make? Whatever it is, you know I will pay it!" Very sophisticated negotiating skills, I know.

"I'm expensive. I charge seventy, but I am so worth it."

"I'm sure you are." The blood that normally occupied my brain was being held hostage by my cock, and I was starting to have difficulty putting sentences together. "I have no problem with the seventy, so long as you spend the whole time with me. I hate it when girls make it quick, and are in a hurry to get out the door. If I pay your price, you promise to really make it worth it for me?"

A smile flashed in her eyes. "Baby, I know exactly what you need. Come on, let's go!"

She looked even better under the hotel lobby's lights than she did in the dark bar. Beautiful morena skin, a tone, shapely body, and dark, clear, piercing eyes. I imagined her naked on the dance floor, and then imagined driving my cock in between her legs. My heart pounded in my chest as we climbed the stairs.

Once in the room, we quickly shed our clothes, and moved together for a naked embrace. I leaned forward to kiss her, but she pulled away.

"No kissing! If I let you kiss me, you are going to fall in love with me, and I can't have that!"

"It's ok," I replied. "I promise, I don't love you, and I never will. I just want to kiss you and fuck you."

She pressed her lips to mine, and slid her tongue into my mouth. My hands ran across her naked body as our hot, wet tongues explored each others' mouths. "Remember, you promised," she whispered. "No love, just sex."

We eased onto the bed, where the groping and deep tongue kissing continued. She rubbed her cunt lips against the base of my rock-hard cock, as our bodies frantically ground together. I thrust my hips toward hers, grinding my balls into her eager snatch. Minutes ticked away as we continued to grope and kiss and lick and grind. Before I could stop her, I felt her bare pussy lowering itself over the head of my bare rod. The sides of my helmet slid into her juicy vagina, and an orgasm began to well up within me.

No! I couldn't let it end this quick. "I'm sorry, I need to use the bathroom." I jumped from the bed, and pretended to use the toilet while some degree of sanity returned to my brain. Once I had finally regained control of my body, I made my way back to the bed, slipped into a condom, and then slid back into her tight, sweet puss.

"Oh, baby," she moaned, as she dug her nails into my ass, grinding me deeply inside of her. My dick was so hard it hurt, but felt so, so good. We continued to kiss and grind and grope and fuck until her body began to shudder and buck against me.

I had caught my second wind, and was determined to make her see stars. I licked and sucked her neck as my throbbing shaft filled her hot cunt, while she threw her head back and yelled as waves of orgasms overtook her. Something stirred inside of me, and I too finally surrendered control to my own orgasm, as my engorged cock spewed out load after load of hot sticky goo.

We finally collapsed into each others' arms, and spent a few minutes kissing and tracing lines across each others' naked flesh with our fingertips. A knock came to the door, prompting her to yell out to leave us alone in peace.

"I never come with customers," she said. "I don't like to do it, I don't like clients to see me like that."

"So what happened?"

"You move so delicious, you got me too hot. I couldn't help myself. I had to come." She pulled my head close to her, and licked my lips with the tip of her tongue.

We eventually rose from the bed, and playfully showered before slipping back into our clothes. She held my hand as we walked back to the bar, where I kissed her goodbye.

"I'm lucky I came down here tonight, I would have hated to have never met you," I said.

"I had fun too," she said. "Are you leaving already?"

"Yes, I have to get the fuck out of here," I replied, "before I do something stupid. Like falling in love."

Damn! That was one of those rare reports that are so vividly written that the reader feels like he is the one experiencing it.

Excellent work...

Kendricks, my man, you have been reading my mail! It be's that way some time! Thanks for a wonderful report!

Thanks for the comments guys. Half the fun of writing these reports is getting to vividly relive the experience!

Only complaint/advice: if you are rolling in the bucks to the extent that you don't negotiate with the chicas, get a room at Cascadas for the whole night, so you don't get the knock.

I have paid chicas as high as $60, but when you have your own room, they may stay a couple of hours, rather than return to the bar.

Eloquent perversity. You are my new hero.