I pulled this lady here at some time in ZIPPY. Before I had saved her from her punter free misery, she was dancing in front of the mirror as if she was in love with herself. Her dancing was probably the reason why I fell for her, she who dances well, fucks well, sheer prejudice, you can tell I am. I took her to the AFRICA, another disco down the Iracema Bermuda Triangle. There I met both the other lads who were having fun with their momentary spouses. Had a drink, a waffle, a beach holiday whores-disco evening with nice company. First of all she asked me if she could have a cocktail, as far as I’m concerned, ok. She ordered something that looked like whisky mixed with something else, she poured it equally into two glasses, said that one was for her girlfriend.

I’ll never know whether she had ordered two drinks, well, my fault. Even though it doesn’t happen very often, there is always one there who will take the piss. On paying the bill when leaving, I realised that it was quite out of proportion. The dringo had cost about 30 Reais. I decided that in future I would only render accounts according to performance. Back at the apartment, the performance was only so so, afterwards she wanted to go, but we had agreed on LT without prior price agreement (had deliberately avoided that). So, after a bit of persuasion she stayed for the night. In the morning she had to leave at nine to look after her baby.

I was tired as well, so we went to sleep until 08:55hrs. I went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and hopped back into the pit. In the meantime, she had also woken up and was getting dressed. I mention that we hadn’t had the early morning screw yet, no, she couldn’t, she had said that she had to leave at nine. I didn’t known that Brazilian hens were so punctual. I said ok, opened the curtains, got dressed, put her money under her handbag. When she was ready she saw the 50 Reais and looked at me in astonishment, held the notes in front of me with a gesture, and asked why the hell so little. I explained that I wasn’t prepared to pay any more for a middle of the road short time shag.

A hard discussion followed, she had to leave urgently, there was nothing that she could do, I asked her if she expected me to pay more for her using my pillow for the night. I finished the discussion like this: The discussion for her was completely fruitless, and ended at exactly 09:27 hrs. As she left, I told her that instead of carrying on with such a hopeless discussion, she could have shoved El Grubis middle leg into her gob and gone home with a bit more cash, it would not have even taken that long anyway. Her final sentence was, “always problems with German boys!” nice praise. We just happen to be the best sex tourists. At least she said “Tschau” on leaving, and the next evening she danced for me again, I wasn’t interested. 

Serena. Met her in the massage parlour in the number 104. Was out early that day, asked whether they were still closed, no, they were open, I take it that these types of brothels are open 24 hours a day in Brazil. Three of the girls turned up one after another to introduce themselves to me. Serena’s way of laughing and her tits were quite nice, also her temperament and willingness, as I was soon to find out. I booked her for a couple of hours, cost 100, payable in advance.

The people there are nice and correct, Serena had turned 18 three months ago. On taking a guess, I would have said she was about 22 years old. M took a photo of us on our way to the apartment, the lads are sitting in our restaurant and having “breakfast”, Serena is in a very good mood, she is good for all sorts of things, and we have a very nice party. She can take her drink as well. First of all I let her give me a blowjob, what else! A bit of in and out followed by a shot in the gob. Subsequently she tried everything I had with me on, and we took a load of photos and did a few vids. I sat in the armchair in the corner with a beer and cigar; she took a look at what utensils I had with me.

She is so excited that she does a complete strip, she uses the strap on whilst on the stool, I take pics and film like mad. Finally, she gets me so horny that I chuck everything aside and got stuck into her like a sex maniac; just have to call it that. After the sweat-inducing action, we sat together and took a look at a few of the photos and vids, she thinks it’s great. Serena belongs to the type of women who can really finish one off. Suddenly she was in a hurry, we had been gone for three hours, I gave her a tenner. 

During the afternoon, down to the beach again. Both the boy scouts are trying to drink the place dry of beer. “Deborah soandso” the carthorse from the TROPICAL, is doing a bit of promotion with a few other whores and waitresses. Leaflets are being handed out. We were recognised, a bit of fun at a distance. During the evening down ZIPPY, T and I notice a pretty hot bride, she is playing billiards, is wearing an extremely short dress and T nearly passes out. Unfortunately she is there with her Italian stud.

Both the scouts are out and about with their “wives” again. They say goodbye in AFRICA. I was to follow later. First of all I wanted to try things out with the bride. Something, maybe her professional look was impressing me and told me things could be possible here. She was standing at the bar with her stud. I stood very close to her and ordered a beer. No, I didn’t really want to chat her up. We smile secretly at each other, her hand is on the bar, a few centimetres higher than the edge, I take hold of her from below so that the stud knows nothing of it.

We both act as if nothing is going on, the stud is a bit uncertain, the contact remains. She goes off to the washing rooms; I stand next to the exit with my beer and wait for her. I ask her in English whether she could come outside for a moment. We meet in the lobby. She explained that her boyfriend is with her and that she can’t get away. I told her how nice I found her and asked her if it would be possible that she tells her boyfriend that she must leave for an hour to see her sister or some bullshit like that. Where do I live? Near by, ok, just for a half an hour…

…then the holiday really gets going!

One should be fresh. Have slept well. If one goes down to a brothel or for a massage straight after the early morning shag, then things are a great deal harder during the evening. This is the order of events. Midday on the beach, then off to the restaurant for a gigantic steak. Oh God, we still have to talk about food, this report is going to turn out to be a book. With the steak a caipi and a beer. The mood is mainly good; one doesn’t want to miss anything. At this speed, one is knackered by eight in the evening.

Thank God there’s Fortaleza! One doesn’t have to go out before eleven in the evening – everything happens later in the night. So, first of all a few hours sending Zs. ZIPPY gets going at about ten in the evening, AFRICA at eleven, CAFÉ DO MAR at around midnight. All places shut at about four in the morning, but things are still happening out on the street. Set off too early at the beginning of the holiday, don’t you go making the same mistake – for what reason are you reading this report? That was a day, set off much too early, started much too early, drank much too much, and was finished much too early. Must have been about three in the morning as the small billiard bitch from ZIPPY grabbed me in CAFÉ DO MAR. She had given a wink of the eye; I sat down next to her. We stuck our tongues down the back of each other’s throats. She is a bit plump, but not to be despised.

Another blond! Hey, you’re in BRAZIL! Too late. Back in the apartment a great performance. Thank God that one is rested and relaxed when on holiday, one can always make an effort and the atmosphere is always good enough. The small blue wonder pill does its job; we celebrate until the early hours of the morning. I take stacks of pictures and do a bit of filming with the EXILIM. The girl is in a party spirit, one should take advantage of such situations. She left in the morning with 50.

The pictures were taken in the CAFE DO MAR, late in the night, most of the lads are completely bogging. Downstairs the rest of the whores are gathering and trying to get someone for the night. My little plump one doesn’t have that problem any more – Fortuna let me get caught up in the net, and of course, I’m a willing victim…. On taking a look at her in the light, I saw that her body was a little out of shape. Early or mid twenties, but the gut – well, doesn’t matter – one only lives once, and that’s only for a short time. God, one thing was certain, the girl was willing.

The whole world knows that Brazilian women are jealous, full of temperament; give it fuck all in bed, blow like hell, and love anal. I don’t know whether this is prejudice, or whether I only know other women who are anomalous. However, it was my first holiday in Brazil, and I cannot claim that my experiences are representative. I cannot confirm all this anyway, in fact apart from one or the other thing; I must say I have been able to experience the same sort of things elsewhere.

Jealousy: Well, when I had paid the hen and she had no illusions of a continuous source of money, then there was no trace. Maybe if one lives or works here, or at least tells them that one does. Expats are always a chance of earning fast and easy money, and lots of it as well, this also being on a regular basis. It’s just the same on other continents. Or maybe when one is a young, dynamic, good-looking bloke with “donating trousers”. Doesn’t apply to me, unfortunately.

Full of temperament: Oh yes! They can waggle their backsides, not many can do so as the Brazilians can, the main temperament comes out during dancing. The pleasure of life and celebrating during the daytime. Some of them also in bed, but unfortunately not with all of them – The hit rate of “dead birds” as far as I am concerned is significantly more than in Thailand, good, some really do give it fuck all, but unfortunately I have experienced that in the morning, the girls can’t really be bothered at all.

In Thailand, some try to do the disappearing trick, but with a bit of talk, one is able to drive this bad habit out of them. Not so in Brazil, if the hens can’t be bothered, then the hens can’t be bothered. Nothing helps, no discussions about less payment. Sometimes I get the impression that they have no idea about life’s reality. For example: Some of the Forteleza hens want 150 for the night (none of us ever paid that much in F). Even if the rate of whores – punters is 5 : 1, they would still rather sleep alone instead of being satisfied with less money. There follows reports about girls that are all go during the night, but in the morning are good for nothing. It’s better to get rid of them straight away with a reduction of payment; well that’s what I think anyway. Or maybe if one is a good looking dynamic bloke with “donating trousers”?

Blow like hell: Some do, some don’t. To compare things with Thailand again, I have not noticed much difference at all; will go into this later in more detail with a few examples.

Anal: Yeah. The blond in RIO ANTIGO was good. Well, it’s not as if I really need that sort of thing, if things result in this, ok, if not, also ok. Never really demand it. On top of this, I am mainly “Bare footed”, so this sort of fun should be thoroughly though about beforehand. But now back to the “special night” with the old casket from CAFÉ DO MAR (dictionary), she liked it anal. After taking a shower and after she had given me a nice bit of head for a few minutes, she started to talk about this topic; as far as I could make out, she found it very arousing to push things into the arsehole. After asking a few times, she however confirmed, which at first I didn’t want to believe, that she meant my arsehole.

Well, to cut a long story short: I let her talk me into it, and gave her my bag of “utensils”. I was just able to talk her out of using the large strap on dildo. Instead she had the idea of using the small battery one, seemed a bit of a better idea to me. Ok, what shall I say; she gave me the works for just over half an hour. She gave me a cracker of a blowjob as I lay on my back and she got to work on me with the thing. It was quite a fierce shot. After the second shower, she got dressed and told me she had to go because she had a kid to look after, I said Ok, and pressed 50 Reais into her hand. She was astonished, and said that 100 would be more appropriate. Nevertheless, I didn’t want to pay any more for an ST in Fortaleza. She went of grumbling. Actually, she had all the qualities described: Temperament with the equipment, a good blowjob, and her qualities of playing around with the “back side”. I couldn’t say she was jealous though. But if one was a young, dynamic, good looking…

This sweet little bitch is Karen. I saw her down on the beach, sitting at the next table. Love at first sight! I simply waved her over, a couple of minutes later she was sitting on my lap. Her English was pretty good which is quite an advantage. That day I had her for a bout of short time, the next day for long time. I wanted her forever, would have married her. Unfortunately, she forgot about her performance on the second day, so I had to give her the sack.

After being together in such a nice way, everything seemed to be super, the both of us were happy. But in the morning she said loud and clearly “NO”, and that twice, there is no way back, the day before I had given her 150 smackers for one bout of ST, and one of LT. The next morning she wanted more cash, I only gave her 20. After a discussion, her final comment whilst standing at the door was “I hate you!” A pity, A few days later I saw her down the beach promenade with a girlfriend, after thinking for a moment, she returned my smile.

Monique. Proved to be a lucky strike. Didn’t look to be at first. She is from the “blue house” as I called it. One morning after chucking Deborah out, I was still loaded (no morning shag), I met our mate the Swede. I wanted to go down to the beach to see if there was anything worth while down there (must have been about a 1000). He told me to come with him because he had something b etter for me.

He didn’t need to ask me twice, we took a taxi to this blue house. I asked him what sort of a place this was. “Well, this is a girl’s boarding school” was his answer. Of course, he laughed shrewdly when telling me. There are many such houses in the town, girls live together in them, some on the game. The iron lattice gateway is always locked.

After a while, they realise that someone is there and one is let in. It was early, I saw four or five hens, he recommends Monique, she had just finished showering. He had a beer; I paid 60 smackers in advance for a couple of hours, and took her with me to the apartment (Taxi 5 Reais). In the apartment I found out that she didn’t want to kiss!!! Normally for me a reason for giving immediate notice. How did M rightly say: “Sex without a blowjob, ok, sex without a screw, ok, sex without kissing, NEVER”. I let her stay anyway.

For one thing I had already paid, the other thing was that she had been recommended by a mate, he was well known there, and I didn’t want them to get a negative impression of him. It was a good decision! She did an absolutely fantastic blowjob; she was a natural talent who performed her job with pleasure. Gob shot, no problem. I booked her four or five times for a morning session! She never wanted to kiss, but I still gave her a 20 tip, which is not normal for me. I did manage to take a few hundred photos of her and a few films on top of that. Even today, when just thinking about her, I still get a hard-on. A sweet thing!