I am fairly new to this board and have enjoyed going through the archives of information. The information posted by other hombres has been first rate and I apologies for any redundant information. I also have to apologize for not having photos even though I purchased and brought a Canon G-2. I don’t know what happened, but I lost ALL my pictures on my second CF (256MB) card, which contained all the pictures of the women as you will find out why.

I recently returned from a trip to Havana, a trip I have made about 2-4 times a year since 1995, alone or with fellow mongers. To say that mongering has changed since 1995 would be an understatement, but contrary to information I have found on the net, it continues to be very accessible and a remains a favorite place of mine. Two fellow cigar-smoking, golf-hacking, chick-mongering, business associates, whom I'll call Bill and Ted, joined me on this trip. While B and T are well-heeled in Tijuana, Acapulco, and various other regions around the world this was to be their first trip into Cuba. With a shared passion for women, and an equal, if not greater passion (considering our spending) for Cuban cigars, making a trip to Cuba is like walking into Willy Wonka's Chocolate factory.

Day1:
Eight months of countless rescheduling so to fit into everyone’s schedule we found ourselves crossing the border to catch the red-eye out of TJ for a week in paradise. We didn’t want to miss our flight so we took the precaution to cross the border early and with ten hours to burn we decided that we should start this vacation out with a ZN appetizer.

Our first stop was the La Casa del Habanos, formerly La Casa del Tobacco, located on Revolución to check if the owner, David, would be in Cuba at the same time. David visits quite often and definitely has the hookup in both the cigar and demimonde world.

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Cuban Cigar Side Note: If you want to buy authentic Cuban cigars in Tijuana buy it from a reputable dealer. The number of counterfeits sold in Tijuana far out number the real deal.
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We eventually made our way CC to enjoy a couple of beer in the relative quiet atmosphere. Jose, the daytime bartender, and I go way back. He asked me if I met and slept with the two girls who are from one of the towns in Mexico where I work. It wouldn't be so unusual for me to sleep with a girl who is from city in Mexico where I work, but these two girls are from one of the smaller towns in Mexico of about 300,000 people; a town where everybody knows everybody, a town very few women who work in the ZN come from, a town where when I show up I become the town's token oriental (actually, there is an old Chinese man who moved there back in the late 1940's, married a Mexican woman, had kids and still lives there to this day), oh, BTW, this is also the same small town where I met my WIFE (not part of the demimonde world)!!! HEEEEEELL NO I DIDN'T SLEEP WITH THEM!!! People in this town have big eyes, big ears, and even BIGGER mouths. Hey, I can get real horny sometimes, but I ain't stupid. OK, I suffered from “stupidity” once, but that was almost a year ago and she (worked the airline counter of AeroMar) has since moved.

I not so much worried about taking women from the local brothels in town as "stupid", these women are from other towns and don't give a shit how you spend your time, only your dime. Besides, when I do take a woman home I am very careful about making arrangements to meet her at one of the love hotels. My wife may hear through the grapevine that I was at a one of these fine establishments, but she understands that entertaining clients in Mexico is all part of business, as long as I am the one not getting entertained. The "stupidity" I am talking about is hooking up with "non-working" women from town, or for that matter, any women from this town, including these two women who work in the zone - you never know who they know and a slip of the tongue here and there could snowball down the road.

I recounted to my monger brothers that on my last visit I was introduced to these two women as "paisanos" by a waiter who informed them that I work in their hometown, immediately putting them on guard. One was a petite morena with a beautiful smile, but whose last name I was unfamiliar with and the other was a güera (light-skinned), average build, medium length brown hair, about 5’6”, with small, natural B cups, her last name was very familiar and a slight cause for concern. Over a few rounds of drinks we had a cat and mouse exchange of information, they told me their names (which I already knew) and more about their lives back home. I, in turn, mentioned people who I work with or know and that I married a woman from this town. The morena didn’t really know any of same people I knew, but the güera seemed to know, or at least know of, the people I knew and, in fact, we did have a mutual acquaintance (an employee at a hotel that I always stay at when with clients). We also determined that while we were not related, she did know if my wife’s family – we now use the affectionate name “primo” and “prima” (cousin) for each other. While I REALLY wanted to take her upstairs, I figured the possible complications that this could prove in my life were not worth it.

Day 1: AB
With our thirst quenched, it was time to move on to AB to quench our other thirst. AB was pretty full and there seemed to be a fair amount of women to choose from. It looked like all the regulars were there and we immediately broke ranks to search out what we came for.

Gloria:
Earlier, all B was talking about was hooking up with a big voluptuous woman. No more than a minute after we arrived he was heading back through the crushed velvet drapes. I met S around the other side of the room and was bitching that he didn’t see anything that he wanted. I spotted Gloria (the dancer) who I’ve been with several times and has my vote for one of the best ass and legs combination in the ZN. She turned, saw me, smiled and started coming my way. If figured I would save her the walk and met her halfway, spun her around and headed for the door. Upstairs we began with a quick, and always fun, shower. Her willingness and ability to please has never waned, I have never had a bad session with this girl. After various positions I knew I was asking for the kiss of death when I rolled her over into the doggie position. With that gorgeous ass sticking in the air I knew I couldn’t hold out for that long and soon collapsed on top of her with her continuing to squeeze the life out of my dying member. Man, that was just what I needed. We jumped back in the shower and headed back downstairs to hookup with my buddies.

Walking back in the club quickly found B at the bar with his hands running up the ass of some sweet little thing. I swear this dude must be eating Viagra like Pez candy. He gives me the wink and tells me he’ll be right down after he deflowers this little girl – what ever you say dude.

S is sitting in the back near the large TV with his balls putting off a blue glow – he still hasn’t found what he wants. I know what he wants, Jusarra, but she is back home and after a couple of recommendations, which were quickly rejected, I told him I wanted to get something to eat at Monte Carlo hoping this would put him in a better mood. After our fill of protein we get back in the trenches.


Mari (?):
Culiacan, age 28(?), Natural D, BIG ass, curly medium length brown hair.
Sipping a bottle of water this voluptuous woman squeezes between my legs. I’ve seen her before and she is usually wearing a mini-dress that shows off her big tits. She starts grabbing on Mr. C. She’s a plumper but has a real cute face and a very outgoing personality. She wants to know if I want to go upstairs and I lie to about waiting for one of my regulars. She tells me that if I took up upstairs that I would never want to visit my regular again. Hey, how can you pass up a proposal like that? So, I dump S who is getting bluer by the minute.

Her attitude upstairs did not change as she climbed those stairs. She slipped out of the skimpy dress to reveal a very nice, very curvy body that got Mr. C hard just looking at it. She wanted to jump in the shower and asked if I would join her for some rub-a-dub-dub fun. After the shower we jumped in bed and she started going crazy on Mr. C with aggressive, but very good BBBJ as she was fingering her clit. My mouth wasn’t busy so I positioned that pussy over my head and started eating. I think we both had the objective of seeing who could make the other cum first. Everyone who likes eating pussy is especially proud of their technique – I am no different. When she started moaning and stopped sucking on Mr. C, I knew I had her. When her body started shuddering and she collapsed on top of me, I knew it was over.

I slipped a condom on and she started riding me with those big mam’s hanging in my face. Grinding away and I was still now where near close and moved her into the missionary position before she snapped Mr. C off. After a few minutes of this, mainly to give Mr. C a rest from that onslaught, I morphed into doggy-style. Now, I like dem skinny girls also, but there is something about plowing into a nice, round, big ass that does it for me. After a few minutes of convulsions she pulled it out, stripped off the condom and started jacking it to keep it hard. She was losing the battle (and she knew it) started sucking on it with the same aggression that we started our session with. That quickly got me going again (that and the new natural Viagra-like pills my friend had me try, I think they were called Vitmen(?), don’t remember, but I’ll find out and post them name). After a ten minutes of her hard work, she threw on another condom, turned around and guided it back in. Sweating profusely I kept pounding on until her body shuddered uncontrollably again. I rolled her over and got in the MP position, but after a while I think we both knew that I could be here for days. She reached over and pulled a bottle of oil from her purse and had me straddle those big tits. She ripped off the condom and started with that Hoover-like mouth of hers before squirting oil on her tits. I’m not really into titty-fucking, but this felt pretty good and I quickly put an oyster shot on her neck (make that a clam shot, it wasn’t that big). She seemed real proud of her performance and asked, “¿otra vez?” I had to admit defeat and wave the white flag.

We cuddled for a while and just really enjoyed our time together before jumping back in the shower. I gave her $70, we hadn’t even discussed money, nor did she even count it. She said wasn’t even going to charge me (yeah right), but she appreciated the gift very much. This girl has definitely made the top of my list.

We started walking back down the stairs and she asked if I was going to hang around longer. I told her that my buddies and I still had a few hours to kill before heading out. When we got into the club she gave me a kiss on the cheek and said, “A ver si puedes encontrar algo mejor que yo (let’s see if you find better than me).” I like a woman with spunk!

I found S, now purple, prowling around looking confused and desperate. I told him just take the first girl he sees cause anything has got to be better than the mood he is in. Hell, I would even pay for it!

B walks shortly thereafter with the girl he “deflowered”. With as much time as he spent with this little girl, I think he “deflowered” her yet to be conceived daughter. We start discussing the women we’ve been with so far. B laughs at S because he hadn’t gone upstairs yet. I think that just put him in a worse mood because he stood up, made a bee line to the sweet little thing B had just come down with, exchanged a few words, turned around, looked at B, flipped him off and headed upstairs. B just looked at me and we died laughing – hell, there’s no love lost between friends.

B wanted to go back to Chicago to see what was up there, so we abandoned S and back. There was a lot more action now and I immediately spotted my “prima” sitting with a group of guys. We pulled up a seat at the bar and I pointed out the girl to B who wanted to call her over. B has been to my prima’s hometown a couple of times, but does is not closely tied to anyone like I am. My prima and I make contact and she immediately comes over to say hello and I introduce her to B, who I know wants to take her upstairs. After some catching up she heads back to her group of guys but keeps looking over.

B, never the patient man, spots Suzy and immediately takes her upstairs. I tried to warn B about her, but sometimes you just have to find out for yourself – I guess that’s why there is such a thing as YMMV.

My “prima” seeing that I was alone parts company with her group and sits next to me. We, again, start talking about her hometown and the people we know in common. This girl has a sweet and innocent personality and it makes me want to take her upstairs that much more. B shows back up with a smile on his face, so I assume everything was better than I thought. I asked him about her and he said she was a fucked like a trophy, cold and unmoving, but that he fucked her the entire time and when the time came he pulled out, ripped off the condom and splooged on her back, which did really seem to please her – what a vindictive MF, funny, but vindictive. B asked if I was going to take my “sister-in-law” (that’s what he calls her) upstairs and I tell him I’m not. “Can I?”, “Hey, I’m not the one you have to ask.”…B looks at my prima and motions upstairs, but she declines his offer. B is unaffected by the decline and wants to move back to AB to pound out one more before we have to catch our flight. I tell him that I’ll catch up to him later, but that we have to be at the airport at least an hour before we depart, so don’t get lost!

B bails and my prima looks at me, and with the most innocent looking eyes, tells me she wants to go upstairs with me and that it WON’T be a problem. It took everything I had to say no, and while it was very evident to her that I wanted to go upstairs, I stuck to my guns and declined the offer. We spent a little more time talking before I decided it would be better to get out of there to locate my buddies and before I changed my mind. I say goodbye to my prima and return back to AB.

B and S are at the bar with a couple of women and I tell them that if they were thinking about going upstairs they better do it soon. They all head off upstairs and I’m left alone looking for someone to take up and I’m seriously considering going back to CC for my prima when my savior, Mari, shows up. “¿Ya, encontraste una? (did you find one?)”, “No, todavia no he terminado contigo! (no, I haven’t finished with you yet!)”, and up the stairs we went. This time I told her she didn’t have anything to prove, so just relax. As we did before, we jumped in the shower before and, as she did before, she started going at it with the same energy as before – I think this chick has one speed. As good as the first, the second time upstairs with this girl only confirmed that she would be lightening my wallet in the future. Completely forgetting about the time, I looked at my watch and realized we have an hour before our flight takes off and we still need to run by a friends house where we left our luggage. We rushed into the shower, I pay her, apologize for abandoning her so quickly, and rush off downstairs. I pass S up on the stairs asking him if he knows if B headed downstairs, he’s clueless. A few rounds in AB and he is nowhere in sight. S stays back while I run to CC to see if he wandered back there. As I get there he is walking out the door with some girl heading upstairs – this guy just doesn’t stop. “What the fuck are you thinking, dude? We got to get out of here.” He apologizes to the girl and we run back to get S and jump in a taxi. Yeah…we made it…barely, but we made it.

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This is getting long and I haven’t covered what I was intending – Cuba. I think I’ll stop here and continue this later.

Did you ever make it to Cuba?

We are anticipating the rest of your report.

Maybe reclassify this post 'lost in a mexican bordello'