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Stories about SEX in BRAZIL with HOOKERS

MY SECOND TRIP TO BRAZIL

This story is based on my 1995 six months reconnoitre of Brazil and therefore it is dated.

LONG Article.

PHOTO’s x 3 ( brazil chicks) at the end of the Article.

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When I arrived in Brazil on my second trip for an extended reconnoitre, I stayed firstly at Boa Viagem, not far from the airport. Boa Viagem is an extension of Recife, in a sort of a way. My accommodation there was unsatisfactory, something like a dungeon, no windows, no view and no one at the reception desk understood English. I was back to square one, the same situation as my first trip - in a black hole. In fact ,within 48 hours of arriving in Brazil I started to think of aborting my stay and getting the hell out of the place. It was whilst in this frame of mind that I caught a bus to Recife City ,about 20 or so minutes ride away, to look for a Portuguese/English Dictionary and the possibility of alternative accommodation. Viagem was a tourist area and thus exy if you did not know where to find budget accommodation. On my first trip I was lucky enough to find cheap accommodation in Viagem but not on this second one, as the building I stayed in on the previous trip had been torn down for high rise development. So off to Recife to find something cheaper ,with a window and hopefully English speaking receptionists. I had a look around a few places ,but they were ratholes and I was just about to return to my particular dungeon in Viagem when a brazilian guy peeped over my shoulder and read the note I had in my hand, which told me which bus to catch back to Viagem. He said , in perfect English, "if you want to catch that bus, its over the other side" and pointed to a bus stop 30 mtrs away. I engaged in some small talk with this guy and then decided to hire him as my ‘whore guide’ (not tour guide : ) as he was on three weeks vacation from his teaching job (computers) and keen to spend some time helping me.

Well, its not what you know (very little at this stage) but who you know time, and because of this guy, called Harry, the door to Brazil opened up. Firstly, he found excellent accommodation for me. I told him about my accommodation woes and he immediately took me to Hotel Central, about 300 mtrs from where I met him - Avenida Manoel Borba 209 (Boa Vista area of Recife city) , and what a beauty that Hotel turned out to be. U$15 a night (’95) , big rooms, with windows and a view. Quaint , old and tiny golden caged elevator, with just as quaint an operator. Great smorgasbord breakfasts in the morning and bringing whores back to your room was no problem. The place had charm and character, even though the interior of the rooms could do with some fresh paint and maintenance. I was perched up on the fifth floor. Would have preferred lower down as I’m ‘fire conscious’, but the rooms lower down were dog boxes by comparison, plus I had a beautiful view of Recife City, and big trees outside my window (five stories tall) .

So, Harry fixed up my accommodation problems and for the time being I did not have to struggle with Portuguese as he spoke on my behalf.

Onto the nightlife scene , which Harry knew inside out. Think he was thrilled to have an excuse to tell his wife why he was staying out late at night. Give the lad credit, he was smart enough not to take me to the best pick up joint in Recife/Viagem at the time - Eclipse Disco. If he had done that , I could have dumped him straight away, even so, he took me here there and everywhere, all over the place. He liked whoring touring and chatting up the chicks. We went to high class joints, and also very low class joints. Go-Go nude shows where you can take out the women, cantina’s, pick up restaurants and places where regular brazilian girls go for fun. If I saw something nice he would front the chick on my behalf and try to get her to join us. In reality he was ‘pimping’ for me : ) The best venues he ever introduced me to were the little hidden away cantina’s, especially those at ‘Zona Pinha", and Azuzinho Bar in particular. I would never have found them in a million years, without his help.

However, like others before him, he came to misinterpret my friendliness and generosity and started to become too presumptuous. Once he fronted up with a nice late model car and I enquired what was the go. He said it was a friends , who was out of town, and that we could use it to up the ante in our whoring exploits. I smelt a rat and said we didn’t need it, we could get by with taxi’s (parking and theft always a problem too, with private cars.). Nevertheless, he insisted on us using it as he said it was free. A couple of days into using this vehicle , he announced it was a hire car and the rate was so and so. Next, he was stopping and trying to pick up chicks that I wasn’t interested in and going to places far away from Recife. Didn’t 100% trust him , especially now that our relationship was starting to fall apart , so didn’t like the idea of going off the main tracks to dingy/sleazy joints late at night. He also began ordering drinks for people at places we visited , which he expected me to pay. So, eventually we had a big blow up, he got angry and drove the car like a maniac, fortunately towards Hotel Central and not out of town, cause he was a big guy, and in a rage he could have taken care of me quite easily. He pulled up in front of Central, it was late at night and the Hotel doors were locked. I rang the night bell and whilst anxiously waiting for it to open, Harry screamed out "what about my pay’. Admittedly he deserved payment for services rendered. I told him to return in the morning (when we had both cooled down). This he did. I gave him what I thought was reasonable recompense, he seemed pleased and moved on and out of my life. Give the lad credit, he gave me the key to the city. There was no looking back from that point.

To add to my joy, and savvy on Recife/Viagem nightlife, a fellow foreigner , at breakfast one morning, called out from his table "making much progress with your Portuguese" ? He had been observing the fact that I brought a Portuguese/English dictionary and notebooks to my breakfast table on a regular basis. From that point , a friendship grew. This lad, called Karl had been visiting Brazil on and off from Germany for over thirty years and what he didn’t know, about Brazil in general and Recife/Viagem in particular, wasn’t worth knowing. Karl introduced me to : 1. picking up chicks on the beach & ..2. the Casa Blanca ’watering hole’ and 3...the Eclipse Disco. The latter , a gold mine at the time for freelancers. All these spots were in Boa Viagem. Stay at a cheap hotel in Recife and catch a cheap taxi ride out to Viagem every night for ‘latin delights’ was the scene from this point on.

He invited me to join him on an evenings reconnaissance that same day I met him , and so I did with glee. Casa Blanca was neat , having both an indoor and outdoor dining (drinking !) area. We sat outdoors, slightly elevated above the laneway that passed in front of us and watched the hookers pass by or check them out as they entered Casa Blanca. Karls routine, which I followed (always one to learn from a ’master’) was to sit and sip at Casa, checking out the ladies surrounding us (we were outnumbered about 20 to 1) and those that passed below us, along the lane way leading to Eclipse Disco. The gate security at Casa was strict and it was interesting seeing which ladies were allowed in and which were refused entry. We made a mental note of the ones security would not let in, and avoided them if we saw them at the disco later on. It was at Casa that Karl introduced me to an African/American whorist named Larry (where are you Larry ? lost contact with you) who spoke fluent Portuguese and was very popular with the ladies. He had a heart, and was sympathetic towards their plight - selling themselves. Don’t recall ever seeing Larry at Eclipse Disco ,but he was always at Casa. His main avenue for ladies was the beach and he told me of some honeys he picked up there. One such honey he travelled with , to her home town, some one hundred kilometres away, where he was invited to sleep with her younger sister. Larry understood Brazilian Culture and its sensitivities and so partook of the sister . It’s nice when people are sensitive to the culture of the host country : ) In Brazil, if you knock back a chick offered to you, that girl and everyone else, including yourself, loses ‘face’. More on my experiences shagging a Brazilian girlfriends girlfriend/sister in another story later.

So, Karl and I teamed up, and did the Casa Blanca/Eclipse scene together, however, we never returned together. Karl seemed to be in the habit of selecting a girl early and going home to Hotel Central, short timing her, up early the next morning and off to the beach for a reconnoitre and sun tan. Europeans like to return from their vacation with a sun tan. Something that is not always available in Europe , especially in the winter : )

And another reason Karl short timed was , he didn’t trust the girls whilst he was asleep. At Eclipse, I was never in a hurry, I liked the perving and as usual took a table close to the entrance door, checking out the ’merchandise’ as it arrived. Snapped up an Italian looking cutie that way. There were also naughty floor shows later on in the night at Eclipse. A nice break to the disco music , and there was a particular cutie in the show that I showered gifts on ,in an attempt to seduce her , but soon realised she had a ’minder’, most probably boyfriend, and consequently backed off. Every time I looked at her or talked to her , he was there and she seemed uneasy. So she carried on the charade to ’milk’ me , but there was no way I was going to bed her, so I transferred my ‘gift giving’ to those who could return my generosity in kind.

Once such recipient of my ’gifts’ was Cherie an attractive Italian looking young lady. She was talking to another girl about five metres away from me when I made eye contact. She noticed me looking and I beckoned her , she pointed at herself to make sure it wasn’t the other girl I was interested in , and I nodded yes, her , then she came across to my table. Had a great night that night. Returned the next evening and met Cherie again but for some reason I don’t know why , I didn’t want to take her and she got all steamed up, so much so she followed me right inside the Mens Toilet. Security entered the toilets and ushered her out. Now she was really making noises and so much embarrassment that I decided to leave Eclipse , and walked outside to catch one of the taxi’s parked out at the front. Cherie followed me out and started screaming and carrying on. A crowd of people soon gathered, including a lot of young street kids, the kind that rob you in the street if they can. So, I bundled her into the taxi and took her away with me to my hotel room. A great night of sex followed. Strange how, if there is a build up of tension before , the sex that follows is great. I would never engineer it , but when it happens naturally - great sex follows.

Next morning she told me she was going home by bus to Sao Paulo thousands of kilometres south to see her parents. I gave her the biggest tip ever in my whoring career to convince her to return. I wanted more of the same, not the hysterics but the great body and great sex. Her eyes popped out of her head when she saw the 'moolah' ( U$200 ! ) I was handing her and she was most grateful for it , hugging and kissing me, bouncing up and down on the same spot etc and then of course left (with the loot). I knew she was visiting her poor parents, another reason why I gave her so much.

Thus began the wait for her return.

Reckon it would take about two days for her to get home, say hello to the folks (two/three days) and then return. Possibly a weeks wait in all , maybe ten days at longest. Problem was, I didn’t have a good enough grip on the Portuguese language and misunderstood what she’d said to me , cause a girl friend of hers at Eclipse said that she had been recruited on the Viagem beach by a German to go to his country and enter the whore scene there. Poor girl, so young and innocent of what awaits her. Locked up in a ‘steel cage‘, screwing with all and sundry and not getting much for it. Little did she know what she was letting herself in for. Had a bit of a tiff with a German guy at Eclipse around this time, he tried to muscle in on my ‘spiders‘ table near the front door. Suspect in retrospect , he may have been the ’recruiter’ and was worried I might spoil his plans. She had such a nice smile. Bet if she is locked up in a Brothel in Germany she’s not smiling now. Naturally, I never saw her again. Would never have given her U$200 if I thought I was never seeing her again. Pays to know the language : )

A few days later at breakfast , Karl told me he’d made it with a certain tutti fruity we all admired at Eclipse. Said she told him she had to be home early , couldn’t stay all night, so he short timed her , gave her U$20/30 equivalent and off she went. This suited Karl , who was a ‘short time exponent’. He wasn’t too impressed when I told him I took her home too on that very same night ! She must have backtracked to Eclipse , and it tickled her fancy to get me too, especially when she had been drinking in Karls and my company at Eclipse earlier in the night . Added to that , I was staying in the room opposite Karls. Needless to say , she got neither me or Karl ever again. Slippery thing. Slightly embarrassing for me too, getting Karls seconds ! ha ha. But in reality , when we are dealing with 'The Ladies' , we are always getting someones 'seconds' : )

I really thought Eclipse was the ants pants. Not huge, like Thai pick up Disco’s, but always enough new lovelies for a selection. The girls on offer continually changed, so you had to grab a good one when you saw one as you might never see her again. Some worked there regularly , but a significant number just seemed to pop up whenever they needed some cash. Here today and gone tomorrow disco , rent-a-girls.

I met yet again, at the breakfast tables of Hotel Central another contact, a brazilian lawyer/accountant of German descent named Ludwig , who spoke English fluently. He invited me to a Restaurant called Anos 60 , and as he was a pleasant enough chap , I accepted. Once there, he introduced me to the owner and his wife. The owner was a Chinaman from Singapore ,who had jumped ship in Rio in the sixties ,married a Brazilian woman and migrated North to Recife to get away from the crime in the South. It was a small restaurant ,where regular brazilians came to dine and dance. I returned to this Restaurant a couple of nights later alone , as I thought it had potential as a recruiting ground for non whores , as plenty of fresh green grass were observed on my previous first night there.

Next time I visited Anos 60, I took up position , a table back from the front door, so that I could check out all the ’merchandise’ as it entered. My usual spider and fly stuff. Further on past my table it became dark but I wanted to see the ’produce’ in bright light, so I sat near the entrance before the darkened zone. Sure enough and soon enough, a cutie step in through the doorway in the company of a girl friend. I gave her the eye , but she did not notice. Fortunately her girl friend did , and tapped her friend on the shoulder, whispering in her ear and swung her around. Big smiles, I pulled back the chair , inviting her to sit down and she did , with her girl friend of course. This young lady was full of energy and fire. Her eyes sparkled (got a fish : ) Strange as it may seem , as time went on ,my attention drifted towards her not so attractive girl friend who seemed awfully quiet and shy.The girl friends ’innocence’ attracted me. We always want , what we have not got. I do not have 'innocence', so I am atrracted to it .

Further down the track my original choice, the spunky one, Rosalie, suggested we leave Anos 60 and go to another place which turned out to be a huge dance hall, mainly for the oldies. Smart move, she got me away from the other green grass at Anos 60. By this time I was getting pretty drunk and to cut a long story short : ) all three of us ended up at my Hotel in the early hours of the morning. Rosalie was good, nice body, big smile, genuine latina look. At my request, Tammy her girlfriend, slept on the spare mattress in the bath tub ! I don’t like performing in front of others. Conservative, in that respect . They came back to my Hotel many times. Usual routine was to have a few beers in front of the tv in my room then off to the unknown. They took me to all their favourite joints and it was great gaining an insight into how regular brazilians partied. At one joint Rosalie seemed to be enjoying herself too much with a brazilian guy who could really dance. The two made a sexy pair. Boy, can those brazilians shake that thing, including the guys. Looks a bit ridiculous, a guy shaking his ass , but that’s the brazilian way , and I was only looking at the mulhers (womens) backsides anyway : )

Felt tired, pissed and Rosalie seemed to be slipping away from me, so I made excuses to leave alone for my Hotel. Rosalie must have thought I was off and looking for something else, as not long after arriving at my Hotel , Rosalie and Tammy fronted. Always Tammy in tow.

Next morning at breakfast Rosalie queried Ludwig , in Portuguese of course, why I had not screwed her girl friend. I knew that Tammy wanted me to bang her, but thought it might spoil my relationship with the sexually satisfying Rosalie. So, I concocted up a story and told Ludwig to tell her that , back home in my country we do not screw the girlfriends, girlfriend. Rosalie accepted that, but still , on occasions when Rosalie was asleep, Tammy would sneak up to my bed , wake me and indicate we should go to the bathroom and have a naughty. I’m sure Rosalie was ’awake’ : ) to this and it continued to upset Tammy that I did not want to bang her, but you see, one day Tammy made the mistake of laughing and it was then that I found out why she was so silent and shy. She had no teeth , none whatsoever. Must have had them all pulled out. Too poor to have them attended to and it must have come to pass that all of them had to come out. Thus, if she did not talk, she thought I would not discover her secret. But her laugh one day , let the secret out of the bag. A toothless hag : ) Truth is, I enquired with Rosalie one day about fixing Tammy’s teeth problem , but I think Rosalie didn’t want any competition, cause she showed no interest in the subject. Tammy with teeth would have been something to see. Poor girl, she was destined to be in the shadow of Rosalie all the time.

Rosalie was a great lay and that is why I broke my usual ’hit and run’ rule and went steady with her for 2/3 weeks. I was proud to be seen with her cause she certainly was good looking. The photo of her below does not do her justification : ) However, it came to pass, just like with my whore guide Harry , that Rosalie started to become presumptuous, ie, take me for granted.

One night we were going through our usual routine of a few beers in front of the tele when the next thing I knew, it was 6am the next morning and I was fully clothed on the bed , room empty (no girls) with my keys strewn on the floor. Got up, noticed my watch had been smashed, saw glass on the floor of the toilet. Looks like I’d fallen down in the toilet and smashed my watch. Went to my locked backpack and sure enough, U$500 missing. I had put the keys to my door and the packpack around my neck thinking I was safe. Rosalie decided to drug me on the very day I had intended to go to the bank and change more money. Unfortunately I had emptied my hotel security box out earlier in the day, brought everything up to my room ,to check that everything was present ,and organise what I was to take to the Bank to exchange. Whilst doing this, heavy rain fell, a tropical down pour, and thus I decided to go to the Bank the next day and stowed all my valuables in the locked backpack ,which I kept in the wardrobe, bed pressed up against it, so no one could open without me knowing. Thought it would be safe for 24 hrs . For added security , I hung the backpack keys and door keys around my neck. Never thought of someone drugging me in my own room !, especially sweet Rosalie.

At breakfast the next morning , I told Ludwig about my experience and he said his best friend was Chief of Police in Recife , did I have a photo of the chick ? Yes, I had a photo and would bring it to him next morning. However, later, I decided not to bring the photo to him cause ,with time, I realised Rosalie really did me a favour. There was U$5000 (five thousand) in that back pack, fancy camera, my watch and only U$500 stolen. Included in the five grand was U$1200 in green back cash notes ! , U$750 equiv. in brazilian currency cash notes and the rest in American Express Travellers Cheques. In addition, there was my Passport , fancy camera and a U$480 watch on my wrist. Out of all this, she only took U$500.

What a pal. If she had taken the lot , I would have been stranded and the remainder of my one year trip overseas spoiled. So, with more thought on the subject , I came to the conclusion that Rosalie thought I had that much money that I would not notice the missing U$500 , and so there was every possibility of her returning to my Hotel room.

Brazilians are cheeky sods, and sure enough, around three days later there was a meek little tap, tap on the door at Rosalie's usual time. As I opened , there was Rosalie (and Tammy) , and they stepped back, not knowing the reception they would get and no doubt ready to run down the stairway like rabbits if I showed any sign of aggression. I acted calmly and relaxed, smiled, invited them in, sat down and drank beers with them. This time emptying my glass before going to the toilet and , with no sizeable money in my room , I could relax.

I screwed her for about another ten days ( U$500 worth ? : ) including the farewell night ,when I challenged her to ‘animal sex’. Rosalie had been a particularly good lay , but I thought I would up the ante a bit ,and so threw out a challenge. We were at Anos 60 and I told her I like ‘sexo animal’, inferring that the stuff that she had been dishing up to me to this point was tame. Not true of course, but always interested to see what she could do if she tried , I threw out the challenge. She said - ‘aanimaal sexo’ ? Sim, (yes) I replied.

She immediately clapped her hands for the bill and took me by the arm outside to a waiting taxi, where she explained to Tammy, ‘not tonight’ and gave Tammy some taxi money, then off to my hotel for a night of ‘animal sex’.

Enough, enough ? she would ask , during the night. She threw everything at me. My heart survived the sexathon. It was her swansong , but she didn’t know it , ha ha : )

Next morning I left town without telling her. Thought that might get the message across to her that , ‘I knew’ and also thought , such a person doesn’t deserve any better treatment.

Headed for Belem , about 1500/2000 kms away north, on a whore tour. Never quite forgave Rosalie for robbing me.

Would you ? : )

Which one is Rosalie ?

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STATISTICS : In six months I had approx 45 different ladies. Same one , more than once on a number of occasions. Can not recall one single bad lay with any one of them. I used condoms on only about ten per cent of the time and I returned from Brazil , had an HIV test four months later and was found negative , and remain negative. Not recommended for others to follow suit. Today , a higher HIV risk than 1995 , one would think.

ADDENDUM: As far as I know, Eclipse Disco has now closed down. Even so , this same area is worth checking out.

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