Rio de Janeiro Reports

[Ibn Buttita]

I realized I had a compressed schedule Saturday, with the several massage places open Saturdays open only through mid-afternoon. So I had my work cut out for me. I had built one thing solidly into my day, having made an appointment over WhatsApp the day before for a 9 AM session with Raissa at Dudas at 156 Avenida Rio Branco. A slower morning than expected meant I had to warn them I would be a little late, and meant I didn't have time to get to an ATM machine. At least I caught a tram to get there speedily, handy as this was the first rainy day of my trip.

The reunion with Raissa made me wish I had more time and money. I felt a little rushed, which melted away thanks to her kiss and sensual dick sucking. We again clasped each other in a tight embrace with me grinding her in missionary. New on the menu for the day was anal, which she did ask R100 for. The sex was again some of the most intense p4 p sex I've had, with our passion off the charts. I would have extended again another half hour or hour, but my wallet was empty (I was not willing to use a credit card at a prive), and I had more venues to explore with a limited window of opening times.

After locating a bank machine to replenish my reserves, I made my way across the street to 185 Av. Rio Branco. I first checked in on Dany Massagens, but the friendly and attractively plump mamasan broke the news to me that no one was available. Then I had one of my best turns of luck when I headed upstairs to Bel Prazer. As I sat sipping sugary coffee two of the best looking women I saw on my trip offered their services: petite blonde Leticia, and Susy, a brunette stunner. The only logical solution was to opt for a dupla (R380 total), and once the ladies joined me in the room and slipped out of their lab coats I was very much pleased with my choice. Leticia had pert breasts and a cute ass, and Susy an insane tanned, hourglass-shaped body, her bunda and perfect pendant breasts accentuated by sharp tan lines, possibly my favorite look of the trip. The girls' demeanor was professional, more like the day before on 33 Treze de Maio, than the fun-loving attitude of my duplas with Melissa and Anita at Emporio do Banho or Mya and Jennifer at Onix, but they did aim to please; it was maybe not the ideal spontaneity but I deciphered them at the end discussing good ways to make me cum. But let's not skip to the end just yet.

We shared a bit of light kissing, and both sucked my cock with skill, Susy a bit better and elevated by great eye contact. Not that I could always see the sucker, since I usually had the other one riding my face as I licked their pussy. Leticia switched her riding to doggy style while Susy offered her wonderful tits for me to suck. Most of the action eventually shifted focus to Susy, with Leticia taking on a decidedly secondary role looking on, caressing me, stroking my balls, giving a kiss, sucking a nipple here and there.

But I was happy for Susy to be the main act at this point. Doggy with her while manhandling her oh-so-round bunda, shifting to fucking Susy's pussy with her lying prone with both of us facing the mirror as she gasped with each thrust, these are seared into my memory. But not as much as her proposed mode for my gozar; she enveloped my dick in her round boobs, jiggled them up and down for a fine titfuck, until I had to grab the controls and jerk off a splatter of cum over those heavenly jugs. Her looking down on them glisten in the aftermath was a view to savor.

The rain had let up so I decided to so stroll through the smaller streets of Centro to my next destination, a return to Dark Room, taking some time for shopping for minerals and religious knickknacks (Rio has some quirky items that make fun souvenirs). On the way there I walked along the narrow lane one over from the Praca Olavo Bilac entrance to Dark Room's building, and noted that the three downscale boates there were going strong at mid-day, music pumping from their open doorways. At one place a tall slender mulatta came down the inside stairs, but she looked hardened, and I wondered about whether I could survive an encounter with the women inside.

But it was Dark Room time and with a 3 pm closing I had to go up. I had been hoping that Clara would be there, but the desk guy informed me that she did not come in on Saturdays, so after a small presentation I chose an hour (R150) with Manu, whom I had seen on Dark Room's Whatsapp messages, where her spectacular tits had caught my attention. This nineteen year old mulatta cutie did have a body built for sin. When she stripped down, I was able to see and feel how spectacular her tits were, massive for her petite frame, accentuated with nipple piercings and a lovely sternum tattoo of the ancient Egyptian goddess spreading her winds. Her breasts easily rank among the best I have every encountered, something right off a shapely southeast Asian temple statue.

With mirrored walls the views of Manu riding me or my ploughing her in doggy offered fine visuals. But as suggested by the reviews for Manu performance on the GP Arena local forum, Manu's performance was a mixed bag. She was cordial and we chatted a bit, but it was easy to tell she was not very engaged, and somewhat subdued. I would not mark too harshly, but passion and enthusiasm was lacking, uncharacteristic of my encounters with Brazilian women. In fact, the part of my engagement that most piqued my interest was walking on the market street a couple of blocks over after I left Dark Room, and spotting Manu walk by in street clothes; I thought to myself "I just fucked that teenager. ".

One massage place was still open after 2 PM, Emporio do Banho on Rua do Rosario, where I had the great dupla with Melissa and Anita earlier in the week. When I arrived this time only one morena was available in the presentation. Curvy Amanda put on the temptress act, and with limited options I agreed to an hour in the room (R190). The friendly young manager noticed that all the rooms on the third floor their main floor, were occupied, so he asked me to go to a specific room on the floor below. On the way I passed two much better looking girls, to my regret.

After showering I waited for Amanda. And waited. And waited, for a good 15 minutes, so I went into the hall to call up to the manager to see what was up. He came down and apologized for the mixup, and Amanda came down. That miscommunication was not a good omen for the session, and out of her dress Amanda's body was mediocre, as were her kissing and general movement. It was a real meh of a session (I faked orgasm, running a bit on empty and looking to save up for the evening), a disappointment for my last prive visit of the trip.

[Ibn Buttita]

After a good and affordably priced dinner at an outdoor fish restaurant around the block from the Windsor (I could see the place below from my room window), I opted to try some more local flavor Friday night and check out some of the nearby trash / boates. It was about 8:30 when I strolled over to Club 31 on Rua Alcantara Machado, and headed up the entry stairs and took my drink tab slip from the ladies at the counter outside the boite. I stepped in, took a look around, and turned around: just a handful of ladies, negras to my liking but heavy and not so attractive despite their skimpy outfits. A short walk away was MV30 at 30 Rua Mayrink Veiga (I can't decide if the names of these places are brilliant for simplicity and clarity or utterly uncreative). With the guy at the front door asking for a 25 Real cover charge, I figured that it would be five US bucks down the drain if I had to turn right around like at 31, so I headed over to my real intended destination for the night, 4 x4.

My goal was to see Jade, the gorgeous negra from the night before. She was nowhere in sight once I got to 4 x4, however. So I sat where I had the night before, giving it a half hour or so for Jade to emerge. I saw plenty of other girls from the previous night, but one stood out. There standing next to me again was the tall, dark Brazilian Barbie in her white bikini again. She caught me glancing over at her and came over, and told me (I had to ask her to type it into Google translate) that she had noticed me looking at her the night before. I invited her to sit and have a drink and this began another entertaining session of phone translator app-mediated banter.

Nanda had appealed to me not just for her perfect bikini body and my kryptonite, a white bikini, but also for her unique look. Despite the diversity in Brazilian women I had observed, facially she was still unlike any others I had seen. I learned why when she told me that she was of Indian background, with ancestors from Goa (sadly, her social media profile photos erase that unique look thanks to the filters she unnecessarily uses). I also liked the way she moved, from what I saw of her dancing to the music on the floor both nights, and then even better in leaning up against me and caressing. We spent a while doing that and drinking and having snacks.

We eventually headed for some private time, and took a large room at her request, which was really not necessary since we had no need for two double beds. The second mattress could have been useful though; I pulled it off and placed it on top of the bed we planned to use, in the hopes of making it possible to see ourselves properly in the wall mirrors (why are they always placed too high -- except in the Dudas-Bel Prazer universe -- to see the action well? That mattress move was a fail. Another was Nanda's performance. I expected more from a party girl and good dancer, but we were just never in sync. Kisses were very light and DATY unavailable, and the blowjob and fucking in missionary and doggy forgettable. Nanda was lively and wacky but the sex wasn't; a contributing factor could have been the booze she had been consuming, she is a party girl. But I didn't begrudge Nanda for this as I did for Maya at Whiskeria 65, who was simply negligent, because Nanda had shown me such a good time overall, so I thought it worth the R800 or so I dropped on the night.

[Ibn Buttita]

Friday dawned with the entire day open, with work commitments done. That meant a morning visit to a massage clinica, something I set up the previous night by writing to Onix Terapias to reserve a dupla (1 hour R380) with Mya and a friend: the first partner for Mya I requested was unavailable, but Jennifer was, so I looked forward to experiencing the dynamics between these two. I was not to be disappointed.

Jennifer was a tall, slender, straight haired brunette (morena?) counterpart to Myas' bite-sized frizzy-haired cuteness. She too had killer tan lines as I discovered soon after the two entered the large, sunny room and stripped out of their street clothes. We joined together in a triple kiss before my towel dropped, as did Jennifer to her knees to take my dick in her mouth. As we moved onto the bed, I got to enjoy the girls kissing and touching themselves, though not as sapphic as the other day at EMPrio do Banho. The wall mirror gave me the perfect vantage point to see the girls sharing my dick with blow jobs and alternating between sitting on my face and cock. What was clear was the importance of pairing friends, or at least very simpatico colleagues, for a dupla: smiles and laughing abounded, making this threesome worth remembering.

From the well-worn elevators of Av. Rio Branco 156 I made some time for monastery tourism and souvenir shopping at the plaza by Santa Antonio Church. From there it was a couple of blocks over to the massage clinicas / prives of 33 Treze de Maio, which I hadn't visited before. First I had to run the gauntlet of the guys (and one butch lady) handing out garishly printed paper slips advertising the massage places in the building, begging off their offers to escort me up to the clinica that employed each one. One place, which I had in mind from reading past reviews, was Sexy House at apartment 3207. It was a slow journey up an ancient elevator (no building registration required at least), but I eventually made it there.

The view from the room where I would witness the presentation had views to rival Rio Branco 156, with an amazing prospect over the waterfront and bay over to Niteroi. I could imagine in years past some 1970's or 1980's office worker having a coffee and cigarette hunched over their IBM Selectric typewriter in the spot where I was about to get fucked.

I had a diverse set of options shown to me, and decided to keep the dupla roll going with two thicc girls, a cute negra named Duda and a bruna named Betsina (or something like that). The girls worked well together but were more reserved than I had experienced earlier that morning. Still, seeing the brown and white boobs and bundas side by side turned me on, and each got turns in doggy and returned the favor in cowgirl. In the end Betsina administered a lovely blow job, executed with fine eye contact, that ended with me depositing a load in her pretty mouth. Not a bad executive lunch hour for me for R300.

Earlier research had given me a number of addresses in the building to check out, so I did some reconnaissance after leaving Sexy House. The fly-by-night nature of these places was evident by the for rent signs on the doors of some former massage studios like the one at 2114. Others were open, and there was a cluster of the places at 2106/07, 2103, and 2102. At the first I turned down a curvy morena mostly due to need to rest before another fuck. At 2102 and 2103 despite the avid salesmanship of the mamasans (speaking so fast I could only nod to fake comprehension) I did not see a selection good enough to entice me for a session.

With 33 Treze de Maio not worth lingering, I walked around Praca Floriano / Cinelandia, had a bite to eat, and headed over to 185 Av. Rio Branco for the first time this trip. I love this building's design with its spiral entry ramp descending from street level to the elevator banks and the wood paneled hallways; it may be a 1950's relic but it still has panache. Dany Massagem at 1308 was my destination, and once there I found myself in teenieland. I thought Onix had a corner on that market, but there were at least 8 nubile lasses in bras and panties who come to the room to greet me for the presentation. All were very smiley and friendly but the ones with the most personality and persuasion were a slender negra with glasses (really hitting my nerd fetish) named Barbara, and a petite brace-faced morena named Bia, both just 20 years old. Another dupla was in order (1 hour, R300-something).

When the two joined me in the room they smothered me in kisses and once stripped out of their lingerie were open to photos in the beautiful pre-sunset rays streaming into the room. Their barely legal bodies impressed me, Barbara with a rock hard ass and Bia a petite, flexible body for me to move around in multiple positions. But as much as that their attitudes were top notch; the two were massively enthusiastic and energetic, in jointly giving oral attention to my dick and taking turns riding me. Bia was almost manic, a playful kitten let loose, but Barbara was not far behind. They exhibited so much excitement for this dupla; whether it was it my natural charm and handsomeness, or maybe due to their being eager new employees, who knows why. But I was a happy man on my way out, led through the hallways of the flat to the door by stark naked little Bia, both of us smiling to the end.

I remained in the building for my next stop, a journey up the elevator and back in time ten years to where I had my first massage clinica experience. That was at Bel Prazer in apartment 2114. On entering it looked completely familiar, especially the bench-lined presentation room, which had been wall-to-wall older guys when I visited during a midday visit a decade ago, but was now empty as closing time approached. (I appreciated that the room was stocked with a dispenser of gratis sweet coffee, a nice touch Dudas had as well.) I did multiple sessions with upwards of 10 girls there on my previous trip, so expectations were high.

Only one girl was actually available, but I was happy with the choice of Lavinia, a pretty 19 or 20 year old mulatta. Her slender body and the white lab coat she initially wore were the extent of the resemblance with Raissa at Duda's, as our time together had little spark: Lavinia barely kissed and more or less went through the motions in our half hour (R120) session. Maybe it was just a matter of her being on the verge of clocking out after a long day. As I headed down the metal interior stairs from the rooms and then said goodbye to the manager at the desk, I hoped I would have the chance for a good session at Bel Prazer again, and that's exactly what happened the next day.

[Ibn Buttita]

The kind of boates and trash venues lauded by Vagabundo and others on the board were not even on my radar ten years ago, so I literally put those on my Rio map this visit; as mentioned, their locations in Centro was a factor in choosing Windsor Guanabara for my hotel. I did not actually make a lot of use of them (I only sessioned at one place, and that was my last of the entire trip! More on that later.); they definitely took a back seat to termas. But I did make it a point to check them out. So on Thursday night after dinner I started my exploration.

I began by walking a few minutes down Av. Presidente Vargas to the intersection where Club 202 on Rua Teofilo Otoni and Clubs 114 and 116 on Rua Conceio are located (what are the exact addresses? Look no further than the names. Note to trash and termas owners: how about using a little more imagination like the clinicas do: "Dark Room" etc.). This corner is separated from the big avenue by a small open park, so the plus was that at night I wasn't really navigating narrow side streets, although I did not linger on the streets though they were well-lit. I recall both 114 and 116 having apparently new signs and lights on street level, so it seemed they were promoting themselves more openly than the other trash / boates I saw, possibly the impact of two next door neighbors competing.

I tried out 116 first, on the basis of the most reports I had seen. It was a madhouse, a full-on party happening with whatever the local version of reggaeton pumping ear-splittingly loud. The place was packed with guys, many dancing in some way. I am sure I stuck out, as a white foreigner, in the crowd there. There was a scattering of lingerie or bikini clad women around, a fair number on the heavier side, a few nice thick ones, and a handful of slender cuties too. It was hard to move, but I got to the bar for a beer and squeezed into a seat by a table; as much as the people it was a challenge to avoid the piles of empty beer cans everywhere. I stayed a bit but could not imagine how the mechanics of connecting with lady and getting a room, and shuddered imagining the conditions I would find there.

After leaving I passed on 114 since I expected similar conditions, and rounded the corner a few meters to Club 202. That was a much better scene for me, with plenty of space to sit. There were some guys there but no crowd, with a number of ladies. Some were attractive, like a pair of slender cuties playing pool or a busty girl next door type having her boobs fondled. Others less so, more on the plain side than anything else, and one blonde I could not figure out, looking cold but when someone approached her she looked great smiling; she would have been a good one to approach. But I decided to invest my energy elsewhere, at the main destination for the night, Termas Whiskeria 4 x4.

Each of my first few nights of my trip I had gauged if it was the right night to finally get back here after a decade, and with only two nights possible remaining (4 x4 being closed Saturdays), I had decided to hit Quatro por Quatro after the aforementioned trash exploration. I made the ten-minute walk from 202 via Avenidas Vargas and Rio Branco, to 44 Rua Buenos Aires. That's where I encountered a packed house, with pink decorations, balloons, lingerie, and swimsuits as far as the eye could see (amid the white robes). As the famous lyric goes, "By the way, which one's Pink?" Every girl, it turns out, when it is 4 x4 on the night of its Barbie party. (It's a good thing that the theme was based on that movie and not "Oppenheimer" . . .).

I had read lots of reports on 4 x4 to get up to speed, and the sense I got was that the termas outside of Centro were the places to go for beautiful women while 4 x4 had a rougher lineup. Not from what I saw this (and the next) evening; to me 4 x4 easily had the best quality garotas I saw on the trip, with the most diverse group: slender and thick, pert asses and big bundas, curly hair and straight, teenie types and more sophisticated ladies. This diversity also included having among the morenas, negras, and mulattas a good number of loiras I saw some great looking blondes there (though a fleshier English-speaking blonde annoyingly tried to corral me just as I entered, and I wisely avoided her).

But my eyes quickly settled on the object of my desire. Standing in the middle of the floor in the boite was a gorgeous negra clad in a sexy pink lingerie set. Jade (I vaguely remember this as her stage name, I used her real name that she shared with me) gave me a big smile when I approached her, and after getting drinks at the bar we sat down and chatted via Google translate on my phone.

We had a lot to comment on, since with the party mood girls were up to all sorts of things, a couple stripping, others pole dancing or and twerking, and others having fun taking photos in the life-sized Barbie box mockup. While Jade gave me a lot to enjoy visually with her sultry eyes, luscious lips, and curvy (though fit) ass and tits accentuated by lacy bra and panties, I was frequently distracted by the sexy show of Brazilian womanhood on display that evening. One in particular had me sneaking peeks again and again, a tall fabulous mulatta (maybe) bucking the dress code in a white bikini, who with a body like the doll was literally a black Barbie.

But Jade was my lady this night, and sometime around midnight we got a room. She looked exquisite as I slipped off her lingerie, and treated me to a sensuous blowjob that was made even better when I turned her around to lick her wet pussy in a 69. We kissed with passion as I fucked her in missionary, had some energy left to worship her ass in doggy (not anal), and with my stamina waning she mounted me to give me a glorious view of potentially the most beautiful black woman I'the ever had sex with (she is in the running). After I came we held each other for a while, and realizing that the session had gone very long Jade remarked "They must have forgotten about us!" Which was the case, as when we exited the room there were cleaning staff around, girls in their street clothes, and others heading into the later-closing whiskeria section downstairs where there was a band playing. After I got dressed that is where I sat for a while, enjoying the music as I reflected on this amazing evening with this GDP goddess. Sadly I was not able to get together with her again, either the next night at 4 x4 or at my hotel as she was unavailable Saturday night, so the Barbie night was the last I saw of Jade.

[Ibn Buttita]

On my last Rio trip my Clinica visits were a highlight. Some of these were outside of Centro, like Massagem Tijuca and Anne Massagens in Barra the Tijuca. Other massage places I visited ten years ago were Cacau VIPS and Ju Panteras at Rua Bento Lisboa 184 in the Largo do Machado neighborhood. The metro stop for the neighborhood was conveniently located between Botafogo where I had work meetings and Centro, so I planned a Thursday mid-afternoon visit to Largo do Machado to see if I could have sessions at either Ju Panteras or Cacau or another I saw listed, Malibu; the hassle of getting a sim card for my phone (the Brazilian authorities need to make this easier) meant I had not called to make a reservation for Ju Panteras as I had seen was recommended. Alas, I found and got into the building for these prives, but there was no answer at the apartment numbers I had found online. I did not mind so much, since the search brought me back to Largo do Machado, one of my favorite Rio neighborhoods with its plaza market and sidewalk restaurants.

After striking out in Largo do Machado I decided to try a massage place where on my earlier trip I had made repeat visits: Dudas Massagem at Av. Rio Branco 156, Room 3320. The procedure for registering to get a swipe card to access the building's elevator banks was quick and easy, I just had to show my passport at the desk. Once upstairs the friendly receptionist set up a presentation, from which I chose a tall, slender mulatta named Raissa. Led across to the apartment across the hallway and then to the room, I showered and waited for Raissa's arrival, which she made with a beaming smile and dressed in a medical coat. This was a therapeutic treatment, after all. The coat soon dropped away as did the towel around my waist as I embraced and began to kiss her on the mouth, our barely having said a word to each other.

That launched a session with passion the likes of which I had rarely experienced before. I was enthralled by Raissa's eye contact as she sucked my dick, but the most remarkable aspect of our oral sex was my tongue and lips on her "grelo grande": Raissa owned the largest clit I ever encountered (it is even featured in closeup on Dudas' Whatsapp photos), and she clearly appreciated the attention I lavished on it.

I am not sure I squeezed a lady harder while fucking, alternately wrapping my arms around RIassa's body or clutching her head against mine as I pumped her furiously in missionary. She worked her fit, lithe body to the max as she rode me with abandon, and I relished watching her exertions in the fully mirrored cubicle that was the small room. Dripping with sweat, we had to take several breaks to recover from the energetic fucking and from the heat that built up even with the fan on high. The session was fantastic enough that I extended it to two hours (total R380), finally ending with a crescendo as I blasted another load into Raissa's eager mouth. I knew that another Dudas girl repeat was to come.

I departed satisfied, but I was not going far, planning to stay within the building to go to Onix Terapias on the 22nd floor. I took my time taking photographs of the city view over Rio from the 33rd floor hallway windows, and from the windows off the stairwell as I walked down to floor 22. The views from this building are some of the best in the city, especially around sunset as when I was there; an observation deck in this location would be a popular tourist attraction, and here I got it as bonus wrapped up with my clinica visits. Besides the pleasure of taking in the view, taking photos like this offers good proof for suspicious minds that your visit to Rio is focused on tourist sightseeing and not garota-fucking.

I came out of the stairwell at the 22nd floor and proceeded to Onix at Room 2235. The presentation made one thing clear: Onix specializes in teenie-looking girls, something that came across also from the street clothes the girls wore in greeting me. There were some nice looking girls wearing glasses available, but I selected Mya, a morena cutie in a halter top and jean shorts and super curly hair, whose body was as petite as the room where I met her (what the room lacked in size it made up for in colorful mood lighting and the best music I heard in any CLnica, some smooth jazz. Plus the wall mirror by the bed was at the right level for good views). I opted for 1 hour at R190, changing my mind at the last minute from the half hour I initially planned.

Mya's petite body (small but perky boobs and grab-able bubble butt) made my mouth water, even more so with her fantastic tan lines. While she later told me she was 25 years old, her teenie-ness made me a little tentative at first, with the age difference and language barrier possibly doing the same for Mya. But kissing her slowly and gently on the lips began to warm her up, melting to a full thaw. Looking at her adorable face as she looked into my eyes and slid her lips on my dick could only be topped by the sight in the bedside mirror of her straddling me in cowgirl as I held her titties. After she rode me to a hard cum we cuddled affectionately and chatted via translation app in the time we had left, planning a followup visit the next day. Looking to pair Mya with another Onix girl, I asked her which of her friends there would do a dupla with her, and thus armed with names for making an appointment I was on my way.

[Ibn Buttita]

I got off to a later start than I had wanted, so for my nightly terma visit I put off 4 x4, which was at the top of my list of go-to places, and headed over to Terma 502 where I had enjoyed multiple sessions in 2013. The contrast to the previous night's Whiskeria 65 adventure was stark. At 9:30 or 10:00 the boite was almost empty, with three ladies or so, and in the billiards room next door a couple of girls sat with a guest.

My choice of companion was made easy as of the women one looked much better and younger than the rest. Esmerelda was a slender morena in her early twenties who looked great in lingerie with sexy piercings and tattoos. We text chatted a bit, shared a light kiss, and watched one girl do some pole dancing, but with the late hour getting to the room was a priority. There's not much to say there. Light kissing was as far as she offered, the blowjob was unmemorable and she was unresponsive to DATY, and the sex mechanical. Overall the night was kind of forgettable (cover and drinks and the session set me back about R500, pricey for what I got). Walking through the place I was able to recognize the rooms where I had great times ten years ago (even taking into account the renovations made since then), but the visit made me realize that with some places you can't go back home again.

[Ibn Buttita]

Meetings for work, the reason for coming to Rio, occupied me through late afternoon Wednesday. After returning to my hotel I aimed for the nearest massage CLnicas, neither of which had been around on my last visit. First up was Dark Room, whose lineup I had been following closely via the mini photo reel / videos updated often on their WhatsApp profile. I found the place easily enough despite its side street location at Praa Olava Bilac 28, and having my passport checked to receive the turnstile elevator bank entry card was not a big deal. It did take a little searching to find the set of stairs from the 20th floor up to the Cobertura level for Room #6, but it was another chance to explore mid-20th century Brazilian architecture.

The presentation featured only two ladies: outgoing, tanned brunette Lais, and a sweet, smiley loira named Clara, both probably in the neighborhood of 30 years old. It was nice to put faces to the names (and bodies) I had seen from Dark Room's marketing. Two was enough as I liked the prospect of having my first dupla of the trip. When the pair returned to my assigned (small) room, they strapped out of their lingerie and overwhelmed me with kisses, taking turns tongue kissing me while the other dropped to her knees to suck my dick, then swapping. I liked Lais' tan lines and her sauciness, but Clara's alabaster white skin, fine blonde hair, and warm smile won me over. Well, all that and her of very suckable tits and squeezable round ass. The ladies took turns riding me, and me bending them over to fuck doggy, but I always seemed to spend more time with Clara, and made sure that she was the one who fucked me to completion. I promised myself a return visit to try to see Clara again.

Afterward I made my way a few blocks east toward Av. Rio Branco, to EMPrio do Banho at Rua do Rosario 135, and up the elevator a couple of floors. At the presentation of a handful of girls, two morenas stood out: vivacious, sexy Melissa and cute, shyer Anita, a brace-faced schoolgirl type. I thought "why not another dupla?" As they joined me together in the room I smiled when Melissa asked me "E seu aniversario?" ("Is it your birthday? Since it seemed cute that they wanted to give me a special gift, but at the same time I thought that in Rio, a threesome like this was NOT something reserved for a special occasion.

They did make it special though. The combo of the sluttier Melissa and more innocent Anita was great; they indicated that for Anita licking clit and having her pussy licked was a first, as the girls incorporated some welcome lesbian action. Melissa's blowjob included very sexy eye contact, and Anita's was adorable when I could see the sucker, that is, since usually the other girl was sitting with her pussy on my mouth as I reached up to squeeze some tits and watched their facial expressions. Mirrors in this room (which was a little worn and beside the shower had a weird exercise device) were properly placed at bed level so I had a fine view of Melissa or Anita riding me (again, when a pussy lick-ee was not blocking my sight), or of my ploughing in doggy and slapping those fine asses. The pair's lightheartedness plenty of smiling and joking and laughing throughout -- went a long way in making this a fantastic dupla. Not bad for a total of R380 for the hour. As I left I felt like Indiana Jones squeezing under the dropping stone slab as I ducked low to exit under the more than halfway-closed pull-down metal security door, a clue that I was one of the day's last stragglers at the place.

[Ibn Buttita]

Landing in Rio in the late afternoon, by the time I checked into my room at Windsor Guanabara I really only had a terma as an option for my first evening. Having just arrived, I felt like trying a Centro place I had visited on my last trip; I wanted to save 4 x4 for when I was more settled in, so I took an Uber over to Whiskeria 65 on Rua do Rosario at that address number. I paid my R120 (which covered all my drinks and girls' drinks), and climbed upstairs to the boite (remaining in my street clothes). Just like at 4 x4 two nights later I did not need to do much hunting: there standing alone just in front of the bar was a vision in yellow, a dark lady (negra? Mulatta? I'm not sure) with a body as perfect as her name, Perla. She accepted my invitation to sit and drink, and I was introduced to the joys of flirting and bantering over Google translator on my phone (the only hiccup being my slow typing and the errors caused by my fat fingers).

The place was pretty full of people, and had a buzz to it, as I noticed while Perla and I sat together text-chatting. I didn't really understand why it was so busy since it was only a Tuesday, and it also seemed off that there were some young women there in regular clothes among the ladies in lingerie and bikinis. Then it amped up even more, with a guy getting on stage with the microphone saying stuff I could not understand. I asked Perla, "is this a party?" and she replied that it was for the manager's birthday. Then the real action began. A Michael Jackson impersonator (very amateurish, probably a friend of the manager, and not Black) got on stage to sing "Thriller" and other M. J. Hits. When he took a break some of the civilian girls, friends of the manager, did some PG-13 underwear-clad pole dancing. Then one of the girls in bikinis, a short, cute blonde, did a full strip dance of her own. She then sat down on a cushioned chair pulled on stage, leaned back legs spread, as Michael Jackson stripped (mostly) naked and began fucking her bareback to the cheers of the crowd. It was one hell of a party. A girl even brought around a plate of cake and offered me a piece (of cake, not ass).

Perla and I had agreed to go to a room a while earlier but remained in the boite to see these goings on. It was finally our turn to get it on, and we went up to a room. Perla excused herself for a little while and returned wearing a skimpier set of underwear, which she soon stripped off to my delight, revealing her fit, sculpted body. She had told me that she was part of a samba school when I asked, and seeing her body I believed it; I would love to see her jiggling in one of those basically nude outfits during Carnaval (she declined any photos which makes me think she has some sort of public presence like performance dance). Perla had given me a preview with a few kisses down in the boite, but turned up the heat with the kind of Brazilian deep kissing I had been anticipating long before my trip.

Perla's luscious lips and tongue were just as good sliding up and down my bare cock, and her samba skills translated superbly to sex, her hips gyrating furiously as she rode me. Her amazing round, firm bunda (there was some sculpting involved, most probably) made me drool, and squeezing it in doggy made me regret how long I had waited to thrust into one (not anally though) on Brazilian soil. Her athleticism turned to tenderness after I filled the condom with my first Rio cumshot in a decade, with Perla lying next to me and stroking my chest until our time was up.

After we parted I cleaned up and returned to the boite to see what kind of raunch was going on there. A party energy persisted but no public nudity and grinding, unless you count a somewhat elderly man, who looked like cross between comedian Don Knotts and Mr. Bean (and one of only two or three men I saw wearing robes), adjusting his junk in the open and rubbing up against and trying to tongue kiss agitated bikini clad girls. I chivalrously tried to step between the old coot and young cooch when I could.

I got tired of that and sat down on a couch next to a thicc negra with a sweet face. Maya and I began to banter via Google translate, as I stroked her smooth legs (she welcomed it, unlike the codger's slender targets). I told her that I was looking to worship her amazing ass, and soon she was leading me upstairs. Maya went out to get ready, and I waited on the bed for her return, which was not speedy. When she did a mutual shower session culminated in me kneeling to lick her pussy. We resumed this on the bed after she dried off, and as I ran my tongue up and down her slit she came and curled up catatonically into a kind of fetal position. I know I've got some cunnilingus skills, but this was a new one for me and counterproductive as she would not do anything for a while. Next struck what seemed a psychosomatic reaction, as when she finally woke up from her "nap" she developed a severe case of the hiccups (not from blowing me, she did not get to that), and had to leave the room.

I waited a long time for her to come back, and when she entered and sat on the bed I got ready to get to some fucking. Just then, there was a knock on the door to say "time's up!" As Maya made to leave I voiced my displeasure (via text and furrowed brow), telling her that this session was a ripoff and we didn't even have sex. She laughed it off unconcerned, and I left annoyed, but realizing that nothing productive would come of me making a scene or complaining to the management in a "he said, she said" case like this. Instead, as I departed and took the 5-minute taxi ride back to my hotel, I figured the R730 I spent for two trips to the room was not a bank breaker, and gratefully thought back to the fun parts of the evening and looked forward to a full next day of prives and termas. But I also vowed to warn the ISG readers of the world to never go with Maya at Whiskeria 65, so be warned!

[Ibn Buttita]

For the second time this year, I made a return, after a decade's absence, to a mongering pilgrimage destination (is "mongerage" in the Urban Dictionary? Like a spring visit to Pattaya, Thailand, my trip to Rio in late July reprised the enjoyment of my earlier exploits in this most marvelous (mongering) city. Quoting (plagiarizing?) myself from the German FKK forum, "This spring and summer work commitments and layovers allowed me to visit Pattaya, Rio de Janeiro, and Bernd's; I feel like I made sacred journeys to the Mecca, Rome, and Jerusalem of the mongering world. ".

I stayed in Centro at the Windsor Guanabara, for its easy transport access via metro to another part of the city where I had a work assignment for a couple of days. I checked if the hotel was girl friendly, although escorts or girls I met at venues were not my main plan for the trip (just as well, based on the recent report about the hotel not really being guest friendly; plus the mattresses were too soft for good sex and double beds apparently are two small twin beds side by side). But overall I liked staying there, for example for the large breakfast buffet.

The ease of public transport was a perk, but the real strategy was the walking distance to almost all of my planned play destinations, the privs / CLnicas / massagens, termas, and boates / trash (the distinction between the two is still not clear to me) of Centro, plus the chance to again absorb Rios's rich urban architecture and history (something that Pattaya notably lacks). There is a lot written about crime and safety in Centro, but I did not experience any problems. Yes, there are homeless men sleeping on the covered sidewalk on Avenida Presidente Vargas, and I saw a few rats, but I was not overly concerned walking there or on Avenida Rio Branco or nearby on its side streets (for termas 4 x4 and 502, trash Club 116 and Club 202, and massage CLnica EMPrio do Banho). On Av. Presidente Vargas there were many people around late at night / early morning waiting for the buses that run frequently on the street, and I saw plenty of police presence (a cruiser and an officer outside Club 202 actually discouraged me from going into the place one night). Early after dark I walked on some streets I would not have chanced later at night. I made sure to walk briskly and purposely to the hotel; though I am an obvious gringo, nobody approached me or gave me any trouble. And for some places a bit further from main avenues, like Whiskeria 65 I took cabs, or some Centro boates / trash I just didn't bother with at all.

As for my venue visits, my days neatly divided into two parts, mostly defined by opening times: privs / CLnicas / massagems from morning through early evening, and termas and their relatives (boates / trash) for nightly social fun.

[Ericlas]

Any experiences with her?

I'll be headed to Rio in a few days.

https://rioladies.com/escort-rio-de-...ila-guimaraes/

[WonderWhy]

Beleza Pura.

http://www.forosx.com/internacional/...-pura-306.html

Thank you!

[Vagabundo1]

Senor Nounce, a Lieutenant General and SWISS NAVY Aviator is in town! Great Wingman.

Meet me at na brasa columbia on glauco gil at recreio posto 10*on*the*beach.

Come out here. I will buy you*a*beer.

Beach in recreio.

Paris.

My plans are above. What are your*plans?

Recreio notes: streetwalker hoars at posto 10*24/7/365.

Best club for hoaring is posto 10.5 or dez*e*meio.

Hip hop club music on beach with*hoars.

Anyone tried this prive?

https://www.recreioterapias.com.br/

Vagabundo headed to perola negra on Friday at midnight. Best terma in Brazil and probably the world. Paris Cafe even better, as all locals.

[Sperto]

For whoever is interested, this is a great site with images of brazilian girls.

http://www.forosx.com/internacional/...-pura-162.html

Beleza Pura.

Cool images of brazilian girls.

Beleza Pura.

http://www.forosx.com/internacional/...-pura-171.html

Beleza Pura.

http://www.forosx.com/internacional/...-pura-306.html

I thought I've seen this before.

[Junior]

On my last trip one of my favorite regulars was not able to meet up with me despite my repeated attempts. Turned out she had gotten married to one of the local young men. Sad to loose her, but plenty of fish in the sea.

Now, with my next trip approaching she is reaching out and wanting to seeing and spend a lot of time together. Still married, but brazilian style!

[EncannaDeNoche]

Beleza Pura.

http://www.forosx.com/internacional/...-pura-306.html