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Stories about SEX in BRAZIL with HOOKERS

"Brief Happenings Rio x 2"

Rio never fired for me. I met a gorgeous one on the Copacabana Strip but let her slip through my fingers.

Second best one was a young regular Brazilian lady I met with Peter at a noted pick up area of Rio. Have no record of its name, but remember the young lady, cause when Peter and his choice plus my selection ,arrived at the front desk of our short time hotel, my choice told Peter (in Portuguese) to tell me, that she had to be home by 2am .

I told Peter that I don’t screw by the clock and to give the young lady her taxi fare home. If she was going to tell me how long it was going to be before we even started she was most probably going to run the whole show, and that wasn’t for me. Earlier on I thought I’d scored an innocent one, but when she started to lay down the ’terms of engagement’ before we had even got to the room, I lost interest.

Next night Peter asked me if I’d mind if he went to the same pick up place and take that young lady I’d sent home the night before. For sure, I wasn’t interested and gave him the green light to do whatever he liked. Next morning Peter gave me his report .

He found the same young lady, and after consuming considerable amounts of alcohol asked her to return to our short time hotel with him, but she insisted on a short time hotel of her choice. Peter is an agreeable type and so checked in at her preferred lodgings.

At the check in counter the girl noticed some expensive lingerie in a glass show case ,and asked Peter to buy them for her. This he did. Then when in the room the girl asked Peter to pay up front U$50 for her services ,which to my knowledge was around double the going rates at that time (1986). Peter ever keen to penetrate her, paid up front. Then the young lady ordered expensive drinks and food. By this time Peter was quite drunk, randy and getting impatient.

She requested Peter first lick her clit as a warm up , to which he did. Apparently Peter is pretty good at this and she enjoyed his endeavours. After the licking session and whilst Peter was laying on the bed in the nude, the young lady had a shower. When she came out of the shower ,she was fully clothed and out the door and down the stairs in a flash. She had planned it all beforehand.

Pete threw a towel around himself and ran downstairs, finding the front door locked and a big security guy refusing to open it. Inside job : the lingerie would be returned to that same hotel the next day and the girl would get a cut out of the sale, expensive drinks etc . She would be back another day at the same hotel to repeat the con. So, Peter had paid around U$100 plus to lick her clit. Lessons to be learnt, when in Rio.

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I take the view, if I am paying I have a say in what happens and where. Peter made the fatal mistake of agreeing with her first demands, ie, her choice of hotel and then found himself agreeing to everything else after that. No doubt it would be a waste of time going to that pickup area in search of the young lady. She would lie low for a day or two at least.

Pete was so pissed off with this incident that he wrote an angry tirade about Brazil and its moles, that I still have to this day. Might post it on this website , if anyone is interested.

I must say that , before I met the young lady mentioned in the above incident ,I came across a Frenchman in that same pick up area. Most probably he was on the lookout for something too. Peter and I were sitting at a bench table in a beer restaurant looking out onto the street and the passing hookers , when Jacques came upon us, introduced himself and sat at our table.

After a little while he asked if he could swap seats with me and I asked why. He said he could not afford to have his back facing the street because there were some gun men after him. The people you run into. Not wanting to be part of some ones target practice ,Peter and I stepped out on the street to talk to a couple of hookers ,but not before agreeing to meet Jacques again the next day near our Hotel.

Next day Jacques brought along an American friend who said he’d just been released from a jail in Holland after serving time for attempting to smuggle illegal drugs into that country. Jacques paid us regular visits, and as it was coming on to Christmas, he invited us to his home on Christmas Day. Peter accepted on our behalf, but when I got Peter alone I explained to him that if Jacques truly did have gun men trying to kill him then what better a place to shoot him than at his home eating Christmas Dinner with his wife and family. Pete agreed, and so we did not go to Jacques’ house.

One night Bill the American, took me to a spot not far from Hotel Opera where he said there are beautiful women showing their naked ass and boobs. When we got to the spot , the girls would lean over the bonnet of anyone of the parked cars and flick their dress up showing their bare ass. Others would pull the top of their dress down exposing their full sized boobs. The one that amused me most was the girl who stood on the side of the expressway and lifted her dress up in the air to the passing motorists. The time I saw her , she was up the road a bit with her back to me , so I couldn’t see what the passing motorists were seeing.

On my second and last visit to this spot with Bill, one of the girls stepped up to him and asked him for a light for her cigarette. Bill’s eyes were popping out of his head cause this chick was exposing her boobs to him. However, the chick turned and looked at me and our eyes met. As soon as they met ,I could only see the cold hard eyes of a man ! I told Bill so, but he wouldn’t have any of it, especially cause he’d been perving on them for some time.

When we got back to the hotel I asked the English speaking receptionist about the chicks in that area (forgotten its name) and he said they were transexuals/surgical jobs and what’s more , if you went to the nearby short time hotels with them you were sure to be robbed and even possibly mugged.

Bills face dropped to the floor. He’d been perving on men all that time. Peter and I left our short time hotel just before Bill was about to hit us for some money. He’d moved in next door to us for that purpose. You could see it coming.

I’ve helped out genuine cases from time to time, rarely got paid back and can’t remember being thanked, so I wasn’t going to give money to a person like him (who liked staring at mens asses : )

2. Pete gets robbed Copacabana

They say Brazil is full of crime , but considering the fact that I lived there for three/four months on my first trip and the only thing that happened to me was a small incident in Salavador , when I was walking along with Pete and a kid skipping along in the opposite direction hopped up , grabbed my expensive pair of sunglasses sitting on the top of my head and off into the distance. Peter was very quick off the mark and took off after him. The kid could see Pete was gaining on him so he dropped my sunglasses on the footpath and kept running. That’s the only time I was on the receiving end of petty crime, on this my first trip to Brazil. For Peter , it was another matter.
You might have read my other story about the dark mole in Viagem who emptied Peters wallet.

Well , we were walking down the Copa’ promenade (Rio) one night , heading for our usual spot outside Help Disco when two fairly hefty ladies approached us. My ’radar’ (as Pete calls it) told me not to stop and I encouraged Pete to do likewise, but he stopped as they moved towards us. I kept walking. The second chick started off after me, but I picked up the pace indicating quite clearly to her I wasn’t interested and I wasn’t stopping.

I continued to walk towards Help and refused to look back, hoping that would shorten Pete’s sojourn with the two ladies. I must have gone a hundred and fifty metres or more before I heard Pete running up behind me. He said, "Do you know what, I’ve been robbed" and then explained what happened.

In front of a hundred or more so diners/drinkers along the promenade they stopped Pete and one placed his hands on her firm breasts and rotated them in a circular fashion, then she put her hands on his cheeks, fiddled with his ears and slipped them down towards his old fella (prick). Pete being a randy bugger was no longer thinking , and whilst this was going on she slipped his wallet out of his trouser pocket.

He noticed out of the corner of his eye, the white insides of one of his trouser pockets, hanging out , and looked down, then requested the return of his missing wallet to which the mole only smiled , inviting him to join her in a drink , with his money. Cheeky buggers

Having heard about stabbings, including along the Copa promenade, and the like, Pete copped it sweet and jogged up to rejoin me. "Have you got plenty of money with you , enquired Pete, Ive just lost mine". Yep, I had plenty, some in a money pouch, strapped to my leg under my long trousers.

Forget wallets, especially in a place like Brazil.