Thursday, Nov. 27. My plane landed a little early, around 1 PM. I chatted with Ricardo, a Brazilian who owns a few houses here (one in the mountains, one near Buzios, another somewhere else), but works in the U.S. He was typically friendly, and we exchanged phone numbers while waiting for luggage. Mine came first, and I made it through customs with the usual wave of the hand after a brief look at my form. As I was leaving, I ran into my cousin David, who was just arriving from Baltimore. He introduced me to Sam, a young Indian chap from Atlanta he had met on the plane. I went into the airport while David waited for his luggage.

Magdalena (who works for Vera, the Carioca who arranges the apartments for us) was waiting outside customs, and her driver took my bags. Ten minutes later, David and Sam emerged, and we went to the van to drive to our apartment. Magdalena handed me the phone. Vera was on the phone, she welcomed us and we chatted a little as we drove into Copacabana to meet her. We stopped to pick up Vera and my friend Steve (we‘re both from Los Angeles), who had arrived a little earlier and was going to be in the apartment next to ours.

Vera showed us up to our apartments, then Dave, Steve and I went to Zona Sul to buy some stuff for the apartments--water, snacks, etc., while Sam went off to his hotel. After unpacking, the three of us went to Mei Pataca to show Steve the scene there. Dave and I have been to Rio a number of times, and don’t particularly like the hard-core pros at MP, but it was Steve’s first time in Brazil (he likes Thailand a lot, and wants to see how Rio compares). And we were hungry, so we actually went there to eat. One girl I had spent a night with two trips ago came up to say hello and rub my neck, I body-languaged her that I wasn’t interested.

Tired from the flight, we all took naps. Sam met us at Terraço Atlantica at about 10:50, and we were a little late for the choice tables. We sat down at one in the middle, and as soon as we ordered our drinks, a table opened up at the edge near the buildings. I jumped on it, although I had to persuade David to trust me, this was the table we wanted.

A few minutes later, our drinks arrived. Steve spotted a girl two tables over, and commented how cute she was. Before I could even get a good look at her, he got up and went over to her. Juliana spoke a little English, and he brought her over to our table. She was indeed cute, and tall with a perfect slim hard body. A few minutes later, I heard him asking her if she wanted to be his Beverly Hills princess (he doesn’t actually live there). David and I ordered dinner, since it was Thanksgiving, I had the Brazilian turkey. It was tasty but dry. David saw a garota he liked at the table Juliana had been at, and asked Juliana about her (he speaks Portuguese reasonably well, so I’m not sure exactly what he asked). A few minutes later, she came over to our table. She looked pretty hot, with sizeable breasts bulging from their restraints, an hourglass figure, full lips and very dark skin.

About that time, Steve and Juliana took off. David and I finished our dinners, then he left with the garota. Sam and I sat and checked out the talent--or lack thereof. I didn’t see anything I liked very much, so I suggested we go to Help. We asked for our check, hoping to get it in time for the pre-midnight discount, but it was too late, we got to the box office at 5 minutes past.

Help didn’t seem too much better. I took my usual spin around the place, saw one of the two girls I had considered doable from outside, but by the time I bought a drink and went back past her spot, she was gone--I saw her dancing with a guy a little later. The spoils go to the quick, I was thinking maybe Steve hadn’t been too hasty at all. I didn’t see much of interest , the talent level was low (although maybe I was just tired--the two-hour nap didn’t make up for two sleep-deprived nights). I finally decided to let myself be picked by a garota who had a very cute face and an exotic look--she asked me to buy her a water, and I said yes.

Her name was Iris, and she didn’t speak any English. As we went to buy the drink ticket, I noticed that her body wasn’t that great. It was hard to evaluate her bust with the dress she was wearing, but she clearly wasn’t slim, and I usually I prefer slim girls. As we got the water, and danced a bit, and then at her suggestion went upstairs, I found that she had a definite belly. But in the both upstairs, we kissed enough for me to determine she had an active tongue, one of the most important things I look for. She showed me how talented she was with her tongue, as she tried to close the deal without a lot of linguistic communication. So I asked how much--all night?, she said R$300, I said 200, she said 250, I said “Let’s go.” I was willing to try something different, like the type of girl that had something I really liked (the exotic look which really attracted me) but had something I didn’t prefer (a big belly).

Photos: Iris 02 03 04

Back in the apartment, she showered and I could see that she not only had a belly, but big soft breasts with large aureoles and nipples. Yum. And she was lactating. In my tired haste, I had cut short the interview process, so I didn’t find out ‘till then that she had a baby fifty days old--plus four other kids (at 22!--she started at 15). Needless to say, she was not particularly tight, but her oral skills more than made up for that. She had a long tongue, and extended it to lick around the tip of my cock and looking into my eyes--like a good porn movie. With her exotic face, it was quite a turn-on. I was glad I had decided to choose her.. She did that for what seemed like a long time, and got me so hot I had to put on a rubber, throw her on her back, and start pumping. She wasn’t very tight (surprise), but I came pretty quickly because I was so turned on.


After I came, I discovered she had to leave at 5:30 AM for her baby. I didn’t want to have to wake up after three hours, so I said, let’s do it again now, and you can leave. She sucked and licked some more, but with her loose pussy and my tired state I couldn’t come again. No problem, good night, whoops, we’re both hungry, so we went down a few doors to Sindicato do Chopp--still open at 3:30 with some boisterous youngsters drinking too much and singing too loud. We split a filet, and I finally got to sleep. In Rio. Again.


Friday Nov. 28: Woke up and went down to Sindicato du Chopp for some late breakfast, my usual pineapple (two thick slices) and coffee. After that, I called my e-mail buddy Brazil_Specialist to arrange to go over to his penthouse and give him some things I had picked up for him in the states. Nice place, it was undergoing some renovations, and would be even nicer. He was creating a second separate apartment inside his unit. I gave him the stuff, and used his phone to make some calls to the US (he had an internet-based phone service with an L.A. phone number for a flat $20/month). He introduced me to Alessandra.

Alessandra was 20, a tall (~5‘7“, more with heels), dark-skinned garota with a perfect slim body, completely flat belly and thick lips. He had lift her top so I could inspect her nice handful-sized breasts with perky nipples a little thicker than pencil-erasers (I love nice prominent nipples). He said he was training her, and she had good oral skills, would I like her? Alessandra had been hanging out at his place since she had lost her job. She lived with her parents and didn’t want them to know she wasn’t working a regular job. Brazil_Specialist was trying to help her earn some money by introducing her to his (lucky) friends. Then “A” arrived, a friend of Brazil_Specialist‘s, to look at Alessandra. It was his last full day in Rio, so I let him have the choice of when he wanted her. He said he wasn’t sure whether he wanted all night or an hour or two, then decided on the shorter time. I said I’d call later to see whether she was back, and take her for the night. When I did, I found she’d be back around 6. Good. I said I’d pick her up about 7.

Back at the apartment, some things that needed fixing were getting fixed (Vera was right on it), and our phone was being installed so it worked right. I visited with Steve, who was ecstatic over his first garota-experience in Rio. Juliana had gone home to change clothes and whatever else they do that takes so long, she’d be back at 9. We agreed to double-date for dinner. Then I called Bob, another ex-pat friend I had brought a few things for, and went over to give him his stuff (like film--he is an amateur photographer--it helps him get girls, they love to see their photos, but he says the locally-manufactured film is inferior).

Walking down Ave. Copacabana from Bob’s to pick up Alessandra, I suddenly realized I hadn’t gotten any Cialis yet. Damn, no time to shop. The first drogaria I stopped in didn’t have it, the second did--at the list price of R$120. Oh well. I had a nice chat with the cutie pharmacist, she gave me a little Portuguese lesson while we waited for the package to be fetched. “Eu quero aprender Portugues” goes a long way. I opened the pack, popped a pill, and a minute later picked up Alessandra. It was another 20 minutes before I left Brazil_Specialist’s, during which time I met Jaimie_the_Limey, who was staying with Brazil_Specialist (he‘d been closeted with his girl earlier when I was there, and they were just leaving). Brazil_Specialist recommended that girl highly, and I decided I would put her on my to-do list (but unfortunately, I never got around to her).

By this time, it was getting all to close to 9. We went back to my place and I showered and shaved, Alessandra took a quick shower and we hopped into bed. She was very responsive as we started kissing, and her hands soon went down to my cock to softly stroke it. She had a light touch over my shaft and balls, and soon I was squirming with ecstasy. I started kissing my way down her neck over silky-smooth skin to her breasts, and rolled her hardened nipples between my lips, which made her moan softly. I licked downward across that lusciously taught tummy, nipped at her protruding hip-bones, and settled in between her legs (after some teasing around the treasure with my tongue, of course). Again, she was quite responsive, and came several times with soft sighs and moans (I pride myself on my oral skills, and enjoy their exercise immensely).

Then I let her go down on me, and she sucked me gently and smoothly, and just kept going. I didn’t come easily (rock-hard and orgasm-impaired from the Cialis--perfect--I love this stuff already)--but when I did come, she just kept sucking gently, keeping her head in place as I bucked around, and kept sucking softly as I imploded into a quivering mass. After an ecstatic minute or two of that, she went into the bathroom to rinse out (I’m sure she had swallowed).

I took a quick shower and dressed to meet Steve. When we emerged from my bedroom, he was chatting with David in our living room, and said that Juliana wouldn’t be there until 10:30, she was “doing her hair.”

Although I was starving, I just smiled and we went back into the bedroom and closed the door. The Cialis was working well, I got hard again instantly. We kissed for a short while, and I found her pussy was still dripping wet from our first session. After a little more mutual oral play, she grabbed a rubber. We did missionary for a while, then I spun us around so she was on top of me. Her slim body bobbing up and down on my cock was a beautiful sight, and I thought, Yep, I’m in Rio now, and this is how good it can get, and I reached out for her breasts to show my appreciation by tactile communication. We changed positions again, and as I pounded her from behind, I looked down at that heart-shape her beautiful bunda made and thanked my God for making me such a lucky guy. She stayed wet while we fucked for a long time before I came. I especially appreciate the ones who stay well lubricated, it shows they’re really enjoying it.

We rinsed, and as we were getting dressed, Steve knocked on the door and said Juliana would be here in a few minutes (amazingly, on time--even if it was the later time). He saw we were just getting dressed and called me an animal, said I was going to kill myself--hurt my feelings (lol).

We walked down to Don Camillo to dine. Both girls ordered the camarões (shrimp), the most expensive item on the menu, Steve and I both had their excellent pepper steak (filet mignon in America, and not on the menu--it took me a few trips to Rio to figure out how to get an actual filet mignon, since what is on the menus as filet isn‘t the American version. The “filet” cut actually varies from restaurant to restaurant, but is usually pretty flat/thin). The girls talked in Portuguese (Juliana knew a little English), Steve and I talked, knowing they really couldn‘t understand us even if they were listening--a perfect double date, excellent food. I love Brazil. It did start to rain again lightly, but not enough to lessen our enjoyment. I told him about Cialis, and he made me leave him one when I went back to the apartment so he could take it later.

Steve and Juliana went to Help, Alessandra and I went home. We played with the translation utility on my laptop, but were hindered by the fact that she didn’t or wouldn’t type. But she could read, so we sort of chatted a little before going into the bedroom. I took out a red mesh bodysuit (with open crotch) for her. Thanks to a fellow hombre’s advice, I brought several of them with me. She loved it, and put it on right away. She looked great! And I jumped on her. We hopped in bed and after a lot more sucking and fucking I decided I was too tired to come again, so we went to sleep. She liked the body suit so much she slept in it.

Photos: Alessandra 05 06

Saturday November 29: I awakened to the erotic sensation of fingertips brushing across my body, lightly stimulating my shoulders and buttocks. As I woke up a little more, I turned onto my back and those fingers started gliding over my shoulders, chest and stomach. I reveled in the sensations as those little points of pleasure started working over my legs, alighting on my rock-hard shaft to run up and down. She put her hand around my rod and started stroking gently, and then moved her mouth onto its head. I finally opened my eyes to behold this luscious brown sexpot enshrouded in red mesh bobbing her head up and down on my throbbing cock. After a bit of this, I returned the favor for a while, We put on a rubber and I fucked her missionary until she came. She took off the rubber so she could suck on me, which she did quite enthusiastically.

I had realized the night before that when Brazil_Specialist said she was “in training,” he meant it--what she did felt wonderful, but her repertoire was limited. Still, I had enjoyed her oral skills so much it wasn’t necessary to say anything. But now was the time--I usually have trouble coming right after I wake up, and if I don’t come right away, it goes down after a little while. So I showed her how to lick the underside of the shaft where it meets the head, demonstrating on my finger with an outstretched tongue. I was hoping she would do it visibly so I could watch, but she just engulfed my cock with her mouth. A few moments later, I realized that while she was bobbing, she was flicking her tongue exactly where I had showed her. It felt incredible, and I came quickly, for me in the morning.

I stayed hard through all the lovemaking last night and this morning and came in the morning--Cialis is now my drug of choice. And she said she came eight times--my kind of girl.

She took off, and I went down to Sindicato do Chopp to have breakfast with David. It was raining, and we went into the inside area. Vera came by, and I asked her if she still had the umbrella I bought at Carnaval because I had forgotten my own--again. She went upstairs to get it, we chatted a while, then I went back to Brazil_Specialist’s--I had forgotten to give him some of the things I brought here for him.

We talked for few minutes, I made another call home, and then three girls arrived. Young, OK-looking (he said they were below the quality that the escort services would accept), nice bodies, one had handful-sized breasts (which he proudly showed me). He said they were all available, and if I wanted one now I could have her for R$60 (!). My first thought was, I’ll take all three. But although I think I’m insatiable, I’m not entirely nuts, and the feel of Alessandra’s mouth was still fresh in my mind. So I said, “Not yet. But maybe later.” Brazil_Specialist suggested we get girls from an escort service, so we ordered a couple from Cassiascort, to arrive at 9 PM.

During the afternoon, I hooked up with Moondog for a drink at Transa (restaurant). I had wanted to meet some hombres to put faces to the screen names I’ve been seeing since I joined CH several months ago. He was finishing lunch with a gent who said he didn’t remember his screen name because he hasn’t posted in so long, we all chatted for a while.

I ran into Steve back at my apartment. He was excited! Juliana brought one of her girlfriends home with them from Help. They tied him up and violated him all night long, he loved it--especially since I had given him the Cialis. Later, he found out that the girlfriend (he didn‘t think it was Juliana) had stolen his Walkman and $160 (but she left $30! Steve couldn‘t figure out what that was about).

I felt some sympathy for Steve. He was so excitable, overwhelmed by the girls in Copa that he fell for the first girl he saw (and a few others afterwards), so enthusiastically romantic that he forgot you have to be careful. But I loved to see his excitement at each new girl--like kid in a candy store (can we relate?).

this is so informational...i will arrive in rio on mar 25 and i will look for the brazil-specialist...

he seems like a person i want to meet...

thanks for sharing

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