Lisbon

Two fine blow jobs

€30 in downtown Lisbon at the trusty Calçada do Garçia mansion. A tall slim mulatta from northern Brazil, Alexandra. Greeting the lady, Mur found her accent very difficult to follow, so she decided he knew no Portuguese. "Trinta!" she shouted, flashing ten fingers three times. "Sexo oral!" she bellowed, opening her ample mouth to its fullest extent and shoving two fingers down her throat. "E tambem vaginal!" she yelled, pulling aside her panties, bending, spreading and showing wide and pink. Mur got the message. This is a new demonstrative method of language teaching which was not in use when he was learning French 30 years ago, unfortunately.

Down to business with a magnificent blow job, one of those tight grip and suction efforts, so provocative that when he moved on to the main menu Mur lasted but a minute or so. He will have to go back, soon, and do better, out of respect for the lady, of course.

€50 in the leafy suburbs.
Work sometimes involves a trip to blissful Parede on the Linha de Cascais. The area has recently sprouted a large number of ads in the Correio da Manhã. The ad for Crystal (you can read it online, as a helpful correspondent has pointed out) sounded promising, and there was the propitious coincidence that Mur had fucked an Essex girl called Crystal at a London party the week before.

Directed by phone to Avenida Bombeiros Voluntarios 737, Mur was told to go to the apartment block opposite, flying a Brazilian flag in the ground floor window, and ring at lote 17, R/C, 'D'. Very discreet, the chances of meeting a colleague less than one in a million.

Crystal turned out to be a dark, glossy, half-Amerindian Brazil babe, twenty or so, with plumpish figure but smooth flesh, tight as a drum. Also on duty was Leticia, fake blonde who looked worth trying, and Pérola, whom Mur did not meet as she was very audibly occupied in the next bedroom.

Crystal sucked like a goddess, lingering deep throat with that hint of teeth round the very base of the ragingly engorged cock. Then cowgirl, doggie and mish, responsive to Mur's various changes of pace as he tried, successfully this time, to last twenty minutes. Sweet lively pussy with exquisite contractions. This girl has only been in the business a couple of months but really knows her stuff, the only trace of inexperience perhaps showing afterwards when she was reluctant to engage in post coital caresses and conversation. But on leaving, Mur thought he detected an eager monger waiting offstage for his turn, which perhaps accounted for her slight haste. If you like that kind of thing she will do 'completo' without extra charge, but Muri is not (often) a dirt-track rider.

Mur has had his say about Brazilian girls on this forum, but if they were all like Alexandra and Crystal, he, too, would hang a green-and-yellow flag out of his window.

Short News (part 2!)
Remember me writing about Lumiar?

Well Joana, the mamasan in her early 30´s just goy back after delivering a boy to this world!

She is back and this makes me really glad because in my opinion she is the best mamasan, giving you the best guidelines in the world!

She set up a new brunch of 5 to 7 girls and they are now open up till midnight!

In my opinion on of the places to visit, on the level of Almirante Reis 158 Cave and Rua Alves Redol, Nº 11. 1st floor.

Theor phonenumber is: 966259676

Have a great time!
This looks almost like an add but believe me it´s just one of the superb places to go to when they have a good variety of chicas!

Under the spell of the moon

Full moon. A girl from Rodrigo da Fonseca (Vanessa, in the case). A blow job in the car. The girl is performing her magic and the moon, in front of my eyes, is lighting the scene, the landscape of the city framing the performance. Hmm...

Well, there's a new take on romance for you.

SW mongering has its share of issues, but there's something to be said in its favour, as well.

A Trip round a few known palaces

Just had a great afternoon touring in my car trough the city, sipping on a ice cold lemonade while thinking where to wander next!

Started at Benfica for a quick hello to Claudia, a blonde Portuguese chica that gives two blows for 50 bucks. She had a friend around, a mulata also Portuguese but I decided not to spoil my money immediately.

My next stop was Lumiar where sweet Joana presented me to the new long leggy girls. Only 4 out of 6 were available. A leggy black beauty with short hair, a tall Portuguese dirty brunette in her late twenties, a Blond Russian tall girl in her early 30´s and a Brazilian so-so looking Brunette. I had my pick and of I was for a 90 minute session with the dirty face sex-bomb! Drinks are on the house and as always there was no rushing whatsoever! Rosa asked me right away for the money and offered a massage and sex in every hole and position we might think of. Her attitude is very good, in fact better than her looks. This place is a real charm and one out of every 4 girls is good looking, while the others are so-so. The place should not be compared to the Almirante Reis apartment because this last apartment shows something like 8 or more girls during the day –making the choice easier or harder!! Lumiar is more relaxed and out of the way of meeting anyone and losing the anonymity.

Well after the session I just relaxed at a local café while going trough the latest soccer news. I chilled out and as I started to feel the hormones again I decided to make it another double shooter in the early evening. I wandered in my thoughts, having a real hard time deciding between Almirante Reis or Alves Redol apartment. Cindy was not available in the latest, at least so I was told and so I rang Almirante Reis and was told 8 girls were around but not my favorite GFE star! I got there at 7 in the late afternoon and was shown to 6 girls, two were at it already! They have a Russian, maybe two, one African or two, a bunch of Portuguesas and a bunch of Brasilians all ranging from 5 to 8, but most would be a round 7! So the good news is that this place is easy to spot for everyone, there is always lots of girls in the afternoon and they are open from 11 in the morning till 3 in the late night! Go in the afternoon! The Bad news is that once the hour is over they knock on the door every 5 minutes! It´s “Game Over” Boy! Bad policy I told them because for 100 euros they can´t do that! Why have a beautiful and Kitsch Jacuzzi if the girl hops out of it after 60 minutes? Alves Redol and Lumiar are not like this, they let you stay!

Anyhow I had a great time with Lara a busty (some of the best looking and feeling natural big tits), fake blonde Brasilian in her early 30´s. She gives a full body massage and beautiful head. Everyting is possible, anal included and willing. She really had a hard time since I had come twice in that long afternoon, but she managed very well getting some great techniques out of the bag!

Well that was it and I was 200 euros poorer but when did you last had two girls between 3 and 8 in the afternoon! When did you last pick out of more that 12 girls that were presented to me?

hi everybody.

have just started travelling to lisbon. a big thank you to all of you for those most informative posts of yours.

a few weeks ago, i decided to pay a call to one of zé duron's favorites, that is rua agostinho neto, lote 9, 8ºb in lumiar.

surprisingly close to the airport (good enough), i did find the street, and the "general area" where the exact address should be located. lots of tall buildings rep001tered around the place, each with a different "lote" number on it. i did find "lote 10" but was unable to find "lote 9". despite asking some pedestrians, nobody could direct me to the right place, and finally i had to leave.

could zé duron provide some more directions to the place?

you did warn us quite a few posts ago that it was "easy to find once you get there!". it couldn't be more true.

thanks for your help.

The worst fuck in the world

(if you can call it a fuck)

Poço do Borratem is going through a bad spell. Muri had decided to head for another venue after work today, but idle curiosity, proximity to the workplace, stupidity, laziness and boredom led him to check out the Poço. Five grannies and two definitely aviodable Romanians who go in for the rubber doll act. Bring back Irina!

Let's get out of here...

But,
Moving away and already turning his thoughts to Calçada Garcia, Mur spotted a new kid on the block. Ugly froglike face, very flat chest, slim tight body. Out of curiosity he asked her how much, and received answers in French.

French? First time Muri has heard the language of Voltaire on the streets of Lisbon, at least since the big game in Euro 2004. So, a French hooker, even an ugly one ? Let's try..

Muri, idiot, espèce de con
Muri boludo, la concha de tu puta madre
Muri you total fuckin' wanker

and add the language of your choice, to indicate that this was

a mistake.

Up the well-trodden stairs to the pensão. Smell of body odour. Must be the previous punter, thinks Mur. No, as we enter the bedroom, or fuck-cubicle, it is clear that the smell comes from our new 'amie'.

Never mind, ask her name, for freudian reasons forgotten. Her town of origin: Toulouse, she said, although the accent wasn't toulousien. Other languages?, Mur asked, for his French is not fluent.. 'aucune', she replied. So we have here a French girl who speaks no other language? Interesting.

So, to work. but an impossible task. She stripped rapidly, proffered condom, spread and waited. Mur donned the armour, wanked unenthusiastically, fucked limply, did not come, withdrew, wanked again, entered, did not come. How could he come, with la belle dame covering her face with one arm and thereby giving a view, and an overpowering smell, of a furry armpit?

Final withdrawal.

And off into the night, with no orgasm achieved. This has hardly ever happened to Mur in his eventful career of fucking women paid and unpaid, great and small, black and white.

A totally unfuckable whoore. The natural reaction would be to taxi away to Adonis and invest €100 in a royal fuckfest. But although the required sum of money was nestling in Mur's pocket, he had been deterred from bought sex for ever.

Or at least a day or so.

Only €25, he reflected, as he sat over his Guinness in the Irish pub.

But what a stupid **** you are, Mur.

Rua Agostinho Neto, Lote 9, 8th floor, Letter B

This is a street that goes up the hill, just as you start coming from a left long curve you see a "Farmácia" at your left and a "Nillenium Bank" and a "Modelo" supermarket at your right.

That´s the building on the right, there are two stairs that lead you up to the platform where the doors are, they all show little numbers indicating "Lote..."; at the close entering there is a real estate agency, if you take the way trough the Millenium Bank, up the stairs once you reach the platform you have a "Optimus Call center", with lots of young people having a fag, and the real estate agency on your left. Take the left and at the end of the agency there is a big glass door to your right... That´s it!

Or just call them and they´ll guide you in by phone !

Right now they have 5 or 6 chicas and I met 4 of them and hope that the next bunch is of higher quality!

Rua dos Fanqueiros Number 277 3D

Last week, as Murillão was climbing the well trodden stairs of a nearby pensão, LM also found himself downtown with time on his hands and spare change in his pocket. Unlike his comrad, LM decided to check out Rua dos Fanqueiros again, and was pleasantly greeted by Carol, the slim mixed race girl of Indian descent from Mozambique, he had already been with several times before. They embraced like long lost friends, allowing him to savour her sweet smell of baby powder, before heading for one of the clean and bright rooms overlooking Praça Figueira. A full body massage (hmm, those nice small tits of hers rubbing on his back...) was followed by an effiecient CBJ. Then it was cowgirl and finally Mish, where he couldn't help but 'do the deed' as they say. And all for 5 euros less than his counterpart!

Almirante Reis 158 basement

After a downtown meeting early this afternoon, LM again found himself with time on his hands, but this time with slightly more change in his pocket. Undecided between Almirante Reis and Aves Redol so enthusiastically discuused in this forum, he tossed a coin and followed fate to Almirante Reis. There he was introduced to three Brazilian mossas: Vanessa a really hot short haired model-type, Lara, a slightly older dirty blond haired woman with a 'I can teach you a few tricks' look, and a slightly plump Patricia which was definitly not his type. Although normally he would have gone for Vanessa, something about Lara smile's caught his attention, or rather his willy's attention.

So once his choiced made he was shown to a neat, albeit rather clinical, room with the distinctive black & white checkered tiles mentioned in a previous post, a mini jacuzzi/shower in a corner and a couple of massage tables/beds.

Lara then came in looking really sexy in a lab coat and high heels and it occured to LM that this was indeed exactly what the doctor had ordered. Finances where then taken care of (60 euros 30 min and 100 for a full hour) and LM was left to undress and shower. As he lathered himself, LM again remembered Murillão recent Poço do Borratem adventure and was reminded that one does indeed get what one pays for.

The one hour session began with a nice full body massage, some daty which brought Lara to an early (and howling) orgasm, cowgirl, mish, some rest and a second round minus daty. Having a few minutes left on the meter, LM took a leisurely shower and go dressed in time to grab a taxi and attend a second downtown business meeting, where his colleagues did notice something slightly different about him, but couldn't quite put their finger on it.

Happy puntering

Luis Manuel

A quick-tour around familiar sites

Had a sudden free afternoon and so made it to the Saldanha. This area is very central, in the “Avenidas Novas” where you can find dozens of hotel from 2 to 5 star hospitality as well as a few nice and small shopping malls. There are a lot of apartments in this area as well, places that might deliver pure ecstasy and joy to our deer hunting spirit. But there are also places to be found that really aren´t worth the shit of going there!

For olds sake I made my way up to Isabel, to be found at the Rua Pedro Nunes, Nº 45 between two precision car centers there is a small motel on the 2nd floor. She greeted me and I was disappointed to see her a bit messed up, her skin as pale as ever and the summer is just ending right now! So I felt no need of messing her up and said I was leaving whereupon she asked me for 10 euros if I wanted to leave without service! I said: ”Beg your pardon?”. She gave me a threatening look asking me if I wanted trouble and I ended up leaving a 5 bucks bill in her dirty hand and told her that she was seeing me last time…ever!

To get rid of the frustration I headed right away to Largo São Sebastião da Pedreira, Nº31, 3rd floor left apartment, which is just a five minute walk away! On the phone I was promised 7 girls and as I showed up 5 were presented to my hungry eyes. Portuguese Victoria was there but I think she looks wrecked up a bit and as it doesn´t click between us I passed her! She is form now on my ex-Diva, a real pearl in the wrong hands, I think I should manage her and make her go around for 200 euros in the best nightclubs in a smooth and exquisite nightdress and high heels!
The girls available were ranging between 4 and 7 (Vic) and I ended up taking a BBJ from a Portuguese morena with huge and quite firm tits, big size boys. Her face is cute but not exactly model type and her body is curvy but she could loose 10 pounds! Her attention was so-so but her skill was quite good, long deep sucking, as well as ball licking and tonguing around. I was satisfied after 15 minutes of pure sucking and headed to meet some mates to watch the “Bola”.

There is a nice hotel in a cozy corner with some cafés upfront in this area called Hotel Palácio Real, looks like 4 star, nice location if you want to assure some tranquiller nights as well as some spots to start socializing!

A beautiful mulatta

turned out to be the lady who ended a mediocre run for Murilloa. €100 not being available for the top spots, Mur decided to invest €50 on a dependable place, and the weekly work trip to Parede ended with a taxi from the suburban train station to Avenida Bombeiros Voluntarios 700 block, on the R going uphill, Brazil flag in the ground floor window, Lote 17 R/C 'D' as described in former post.

A very slight feeling that the taxi driver knew something as he pocketed his €3.50 right outside the Brazil-flagged window. Well, now for some 'ordem e progresso'...

If Crystal were to be there, fine. If another lady were to catch the eye, just as fine. But no disappointments, not this time, please...

(incidentally Mur has resolved, after his joust with 'la toulousienne' the other week, to give up SWs for ever. So if you see him loitering in the Poço, fighting with temptation while some menina romena flaunts pussy in tight jeans, please approach, tap him on the shoulder and say, politely but firmly, "'fuck off home, Muri".

You don't know what Mur looks like? That will just add spice to the game...)

To proceed, the door was opened by one Katia, who said there were four girls, two had gone out and one was busy, leaving only her sweet self to satisfy the tempestuous lust of any gentlemen callers. Now this is often a stratagem, to give an underworked chica a chance at the money, or to give the house goddess a moment to rest and smoke after hours of action. But Mur was impressed enough not to ask further questions, even though he thought he detected feminine whispering from the kitchen.

Katia is the classic mulatta. Wide bright inky eyes under improbably long lashes, juicy lips, glistening perfect teeth, a high, proud intelligent forehead framed by a heavy shiny fragrant mass of tight jet curls cascading down her straight back, body sharply curved with breasts and buttocks just on the right side of ample. Smooth muscular thighs and calves and two neat lines of scarlet-polished toes squeezed into high-heeled sandals. 29 years old, she said - but her belly flat and her pussy tight as though she was just stepping out of the 'favela' to meet her first married lover.

"That's more like it, Muri old son", growled his small-but-loyal trouser companion. And soon he was rising to the occasion, thrusting two weeks of overwork and poor sex into the past.

And eventually, performing with a vigour he half feared he had lost, in every position, with this beautiful and obliging woman. Lasting memory: orgasm whilst absolutely smothered in her lovely fleece of hair. Always the literary gentleman, while he and Katia cleaned up, Mur tried to remember the poem about his lover's hair by Charles Baudelaire who knew a thing or two about life and 'kept' a mulatta in Paris in the 1850s. Mur recalls her name, Jeanne Duval, but can anyone help with the exact words of the poem?

Anyway, this 21st-century mulatta from São Paulo was delightful, and unlike colleague Crystal she had time for some leisurely conversation after the sweet deed had been done. She even hugged Muri and begged him to return soon and spend more time because she had enjoyed herself.

Ah, suuure, the ladies say these things for professional and public relations reasons, just like some of the agonising bullshit that Mur has to utter at his workplace. But she did it in a smiling, glowing way, so that on the stroll back down to the station, in warm sun, a hint of autumn breeze coming off the sparkling ocean in the distance, Murilloa felt that all was right with his world.

Except that England still can't play football
And he hasn't yet won the lottery

But he can still smell that hair.

Ah, yes, Zé D. You wrote, of princess Victoria:

'I think I should manage her and make her go around for 200 euros in the best nightclubs in a smooth and exquisite nightdress and high heels!'

Do it, Zé! Give up job and girlfriend and dedicate yourself to Victoria! You owe this to all of us in Lisbon!

You will be sure of at least one weekly client, the undersigned,

Murilloa

Found
The Baudelaire poem which haunted Muri's memory after a rapturous orgasm with his face buried among the fragrant tresses of a mulatta.

It begins:

O TOISON, moutonnant jusque sur l'encolure!
O boucles!O parfum chargé; de nonchaloir!
Extase!Pour peupler ce soir l'alcôve obscure,
Des souvenirs dormant dans cette chevelure,
Je la veux agiter dans l'air comme un mouchoir!

La langoureuse Asie et la brûlante Afrique,
Tout un monde lointain, absent, presque défunt,
Vit dans tes profondeurs, forêt aromatique!
Comme d'autres esprits voguent sur la musique,
Le mien, ô mon amour, nage sur ton parfum.

There are five more, erotically charged, stanzas. A magnificent portrayal of losing youself in the sexual splendour of an exotic woman, as exemplified by her hair, and not just the hair on her head.

'tes profondeurs, forêt aromatique!'... ...'nage sur ton parfum!'... ...attaboy, Charles Baudelaire!

After the benefits of an English education, Mur can understand and delight in this poem but as for speaking the language to a real French person he's about as useful as a string condom.

Colleagues, whether or not you can read French, be patient and take this as an appendix to the post below-but-one, and rest assured we are not turning this forum into a literary seminar, Mur's next post will be on the subject of... let's see now... erm... what about, ah, fucking prostitutes?

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So we will never know what Prime Rose had to say on his/her forum debut? Or in what deleted language he/she said it? An enigma to begin the new working week...

Hi guys,

I just arrived to Lisbon and am staying at the Marriot hotel. The plan is to visit a club to check out local "nighlife" or to order in and enjoy the "meal" in the privacy of the hotel room.

Any suggestions nearby the hotel for visiting or picking up girls?

Thanks in advance and report will follow once mission completed.

Br

Tom