After we get back to the apartment, the girls decide that they’re hungry. When we were next to Bob’s, they hadn’t noticed. There must be something about being far away from anything edible in near typhoon weather that just makes hookers hungry. So that’s how my buddy Don ended up cooking pasta for 3 hungry hookers at 4AM.

Ingrid finished eating first, and she started trying to get me into the bedroom. Suzanna looked uncomfortable. Ingrid had been ignoring her and trying to monopolize me since we’d got back to my place. The look on Suzanna’s face was so sad. I really felt bad for her. I said, “No, we have to wait for Suzanna.”

Since it was raining so hard, we decided that it would be best if Manimal and Sol took the smaller bedroom, Me, Suzanna, and Igrid took the larger, and Don would sleep on the couch. So I hop into bed with my two girls and Suzanna curls up under the sheets, fully clothed. I said, “Okay, everybody get naked!” And Ingrid says, “I’m sorry, but it’s just going to be me tonight.”

That’s when the shit hit the fan.

Suzanna jumps up and starts shouting at Ingrid in Portuguese, Ingrid starts shouting at Suzanna, and I don’t know what the fuck is going on. Suzanna storms out of the bedroom and out the front door of the apartment. At this point, I’m very confused, but still thinking, “Well, maybe at least I can fuck Ingrid again…”

But Ingrid grabs 2 cell phones from her purse. Not one. Two. She starts calling on one while she’s text messaging on the other, all the while saying, “This is not good. This is not good.”

I’m thinking the same thing.

After a few minutes of frantic fingerwork, Ingrid announces, “I have to go.” I said, “You’re leaving?” She said, “I’m sorry. I’ll come back.” I said, “It’s 5 AM!” She said, “I know.” I followed her to the front door. From the couch, Don mumbled, “You can lock it. She’s not coming back.” About that time, crazy sex noises start coming from the second bedroom. The timing was perfect.

Don and I start laughing. “What the fuck?!?!” I asked. “How come this guy can fuck every girl in Luomo, and nobody gives a shit, but everytime I get a hard-on, fights break out?!?” That’s when Don nicknamed him “Manimal.” We shared a few laughs over this stupid situation, and I fell asleep alone in a king sized bed, listening to the slapping and moaning sounds coming from the next room.

So the next day I went into Luomo to see what the fallout was. A couple of girls told me that Suzanna was no longer working there. She was no longer living with Ingrid. They said that Ingrid had gone home and beat the shit out of her. Ingrid tried to blame everything on Suzanna and showed me scratch marks on her wrists and ankles. To top it off, now that girls were fighting over me, every other girl in the place was trying to claim me. It’s like I was the “prize gringo” or something.

So essentially, I had a sitdown with a bunch of girls in there and told them all that I wasn’t fucking anyone in Luomo until they all stopped acting fucking crazy. So that’s when 4x4 became my primary.

I made a couple of trips to Solarium, and had good, if fairly standard sessions. The place just didn’t impress me much. I was also doing Help occasionally. The first girl I took out of there was a pain in the ass. She didn’t cause any problems, but she wanted too much, the service wasn’t great, and she insisted on using the drivers right out front of Help. She had some kind of deal with them. I dumped her quickly.

The next girl I took out of Help was much more fun. I’d seen her walking past Alcazar one day wearing a T-shirt that said, “Fuck Fake.” And the way her body pushed those words out at you was VERY gostosa. Everyone at the table stopped talking as she walked past. So when I saw her in Help one night, I thought, “Shit, I’ve gotta hit that.”

I walked up and started talking to her, and she was very sweet and very shy—and very new. Eighteen years old. I asked her how much, and she said, “I don’t know…three hundred reals?” I said, “How long, all night?” She shrugged and said, “Okay.” Three hundred for all night was fine with me given that I was paying two hundred twenty for an hour in the Top Suite at 4x4—per girl. When you’re into threesomes, you like large beds.

Back in the apartment, she disrobed and showed of the tightest little body I had ever seen. Still one of my all-time favorite bundas. Given that she was new, the performance wasn’t great, but since she just had this outstanding body, I didn’t mind. Afterward, we slept, and in the morning, she woke up, stretched, smiled, and reached right for my dick. For this, she would be my favorite all-nighter during my trip. I ended up staying with her 5 or 6 times.

After 2 or 3 weeks, she got a job at Centaurus. Hollywd32 had made the mistake of telling her I was in Luomo one night, so she started constantly nagging me about going to Centaurus. She wanted me to see how much better it was than Luomo. So, finally, I relented, and went with Don, Chave, and Hemp, I believe. Her name at Centaurus is Maisa. I believe we got there around four o’clock, and she wasn’t there yet.

The girls in Centaurus were annoying to say the least. They were so predatory, I felt like I was swimming in a shark tank. Every girl was on top of me, telling me how much she wanted to suck my dick, blah, blah, blah. If you’ve never been to Rio, that might sound like a dream, but really it’s irritating and completely transparent--particularly when they repeatedly ignore your protests that you are only here to see a friend. One girl was on top of me 3 or 4 times, “I want to suck your dick…I want you to fuck my ass…” I finally went to the relax room just to get away from her. I was pretty tired that day, so I closed my eyes to rest a little—SweetMesquite style. After a few minutes, I felt a hand slip underneath my robe and onto my dick. I opened my eyes to look, and it was the same girl I’d turned down 3 or 4 times. As she massaged me, she said, “I want your milk around my mouth…” I said, “NO! Look I don’t want you! I’m here for a friend. Get off me!” And yes, it is kind of hard to tell a girl to get her hands off your dick. It doesn’t feel like the kind of thing you’d ever expect to say.

Finally at 6, Maisa showed up. She was happy to see me, and immediately started trying to get me in the room. I was suspicious after all the other sharks, and I asked her what the hurry was. She said, “I miss sex!” I said, “Come on, your job is sex. You have sex every day.” She said, “But I miss sex with you!” I didn’t really believe her, but I knew I was going to fuck her, so I went to the room with her. When she took of her panties, she was actually dripping wet! It made me feel a bit better—like maybe she wasn’t completely lying. Bottom line, nice session, but cheaper to have her at my place, and I never went back to Centaurus.

My third Help girl was a tiny little spinner from Sao Paolo. I remember her throwing herself back onto my dick when I was fucking her doggystyle, so the sex was great. Unfortunately, afterward she wanted to eat. I still had no food in the apartment, so we slept for a bit. She woke me up at 7:30AM and said she had to go because she was too hungry to sleep. No morning sex. Not exactly what I’d call an all-nighter.

The final girl I took out of Help was a young morena with the nicest tits I’ve ever seen in my life. Her name was Camilla. Post sex conversation revealed that not only was she an ex of Sandman’s, she was roommates with Bruna at Luomo! And apparently they didn’t get along too well. I made a mental note to tell Bruna, “By the way, I fucked your roommate Camilla.” (Bruna would later respond, “Mother fuck you! I am fuck you ass!”) In the morning, Camilla gave me her number and told me to call her, even just to have lunch or talk. Seemed like a nice girl.

By this time, I had already extended my 5 week trip by another week. I hit that, “I’ve only got 6 days left?!?!” moment and as I didn’t have any responsibilities in the US, I just had to extend. When I hit that “Only 6 days?!?!” moment again, I went nuts. That was “Pussy Week.” I’d already gotten back into the swing of things at Luomo by banging Sabrina. I got the feeling that she might get possessive, so I made a mental note to not repeat with her, even though she moved her ass in the most incredible ways during sex.

There was one girl at Luomo who’d always been very sweet to me and never tried to fuck me at all. She wasn’t in on this whole competition thing the other girls seemed to be running. So I took her in the back and fucked her, just for being cool. Her name was Duda and she was great in the sack. Better than that, she was just a sweet, adorable person. After the sex, she offered to stay with me every night of my remaining week for free. I was a bit surprised, but not a lot, since Tatiana from 4x4 had already stayed with me twice for free.

So, at that point, I initiated the habit of banging Cindy and Tatiana at 4x4 in the afternoon, Duda and another girl at Luomo in the evening (still wanted to fuck other girls in Luomo, but didn’t want to fuck up my free allnighters with Duda), and then having Duda sleep over all night. It was damn near sexual suicide. I banged Duda and Diana, Duda and Bella, Duda and I can’t even remember who all. Duda acquired a habit of taking my first shot in her mouth. She’d ride me til she came and then she’d pump my cock with her hand, her mouth open above it, shouting “DELICIOUS!!!” It’s the kind of thing a man can get addicted to.

Suellen was still pissed off at me. She was offering to come to my apartment and bang me for free. I think the fact that I hadn’t performed with her was hurting her ego. She kept saying, “I just want you to fuck me!” So when Duda had the night off, I finally took Suellen in the back and fucked her. When I came, she was so happy she did like the “Rocky at the top of the steps” victory thing with her hands. It was hilarious. For my last few days in Rio, I remember she was just glowing. She was just so goddamned happy that after nearly 6 weeks, she’d finally made me come.

My last day, I went to 4x4 as usual, and Cindy and Tatiana both knew I wanted to session with them for the last time. Cindy waited patiently beside me for Tatiana to show up. The moment Tatiana spotted me, a customer tapped her on the shoulder. She spoke to him for 2 seconds and went up to a cabine with him! I was fucking livid. It was my last day. She knew Cindy and I were waiting on her. She knew I would have taken her up immediately. So I fucked Cindy and Sasha.

Afterward, Tatiana was tearful. She knew she’d fucked up. I sat with Tatiana for an hour and finally my anger gave way to that, “I just want to fuck her one more time,” feeling, and I took her up for a session. Cindy was a little pissed, but she still sat with me for several hours afterward. When I told her she could work, that I understood, she said, “No, today is all for you.” Which I thought was very sweet. She was already, at this point, telling me she wanted to marry me, although it was Tatiana who’d stayed with me outside for free and not Cindy.

So I left 4x4 and headed to Luomo. So many girls there I had fucked. So many I still wanted to. A lot of them wanted to fuck me on my last day. Sabrina, Bruna, Duda, Bella. But a lot of them were still looking at me with pissed off stares. I was really sick of all the drama. I told them all that on my last night, I didn’t want to fuck anyone. I just wanted to spend some time with my friends. Duda and Sabrina still sat by my side all night and didn’t work. Duda cried and told me she didn’t want me to leave. Nicole, whom I had never fucked, cried and told me when I came back, I could stay in her apartment for free. I was really very touched. So I left, with Duda crying, and went home alone.

The next afternoon, I sat and had a drink with Don at Alcazar. We laughed and reminisced over all the crazy times we’d had since I’d been down. Manimal had actually cried when he left Rio. You see it a lot with first timers. If they don’t cry, they have a look on their face like they’re going to just as soon as no one is watching. Don himself told me that he used to cry all the way to the airport before he lived here. Given that I’d stayed for 6 weeks, and Don and I had become such great friends, it would have been easy for me to cry. Don told me, “If you start bawling on me, I’ll fucking kill you.” But I didn’t. I assured Don that I would be back down in 5 short weeks. I got in the cab and tried not to think too much. When my plane finally got in the air, I let myself think of all the great people I’d met, and all the great times I had, and I let myself cry silently just a little.

Hey Gibletpie,

Nobody only has "a drink" with Don!!

A wonderfully written report with lots of "garota drama." After reading your report, I'm staying away from termas forever!

Jag

Gibletpie,

I really enjoyed the report. I think most men in the world, including Hugh Hefner, would kill for a month and a half like that.

Thanks!

Gibletpie, I just assumed everyone has a good cry when they leave Rio. Hell, I am still crying. Cant wait for Sept. Later, AZ

Jag-- Bia will be pleased to hear that.

Southtexdude-- Glad you liked it. Thanks for the kind words. Trying to go back to normal life after 6 weeks like that will fucking kill you.

Azguy-- LOL. Looking forward to seeing you down here again. I'm surprised you've made it this long without a return trip. We've already had several first timers return since you've been here.

Believe me, we have been seriously debating throwing away our tickets to Colombia and coming to Brazil instead for Memorial Day.

With Smirker's MDE Trip Report I am thinking harder and harder about Rio. Whitty, did you see it? AZ

hey man, life is an adventure, medellin in may, asia in july, brazil in september, it is always good to have favorites, but also good to see new places!

besides lots of good information on the board, it will be good. just keep practicing the spanish

Sorry about that Whitty. Just having a weak moment. Must be Rio withdrawal. I can tell there is no way I can wait for Sept for Rio. I am thinking about sliding in a trip down in July. Then in Sept we can do SP and Rio. For now, back to my spanish. Adios, AZ

Hey Gibletpie! That Ingrid story was hilarious!! It took a good while to stop laughing about it. Great stories in your report. Man I can see you took Rio by the horns and had a great time.

Cold20 -- Glad you enjoyed it. I couldn't get too upset given that it was only one night out of around 40... In retrospect, I wouldn't have chaged a moment. Even the fuck-ups are entertaining stories.

Take care. Hope to see you in Rio sometime.

Great report, fun read. My first trip to Rio is in August for 10 days. Reports like this show me that it's way to short a trip. If Rio lives up to is rep its going to be hard to choice between SA and LOS.

Thanks, Isawal. Believe me, Rio exceeds it's rep. You'll have a GREAT time ;) Hope to meet you while you're down.

"The next afternoon, I sat and had a drink with Don at Alcazar. We laughed and reminisced over all the crazy times we’d had since I’d been down."

Now can you imagine how many years Don has been in this business, and how many different ppl he's had 'crazy times' with... Don should write a LONG book. It would totally sell!

Awww, man! You have no idea. There are volumes planned in the series ;)

Ken