fourth trip to sosua last week. getting wild.
wednesday 18th. living among the putas.
drove straight from santiago airport at 4am. best hour to cross santiago. banged at sara's door shortly after sunrise. she opened the door entirely naked. typical sara. her moist flat stomach, endless legs, firm breasts and expressive face aroused me right away. i felt like [url=http://isgprohibitedwords.info?CodeWord=CodeWord125][CodeWord125][/url] her right away on the sofa. she would not have mind. but i did not want her to stick around. plus she had no sofa.
sara is the wild girl i met last trip who lost her kid 2 years ago and parties heavily ever since to forget. i changed her name to "sally" in my previous reports, as i though she was a junkie. we agreed on facebook that i would rent her apartment in plaza sosua. i noticed many girls live there and relished the idea of being in the middle of it all.
not a good idea. the place was noisy, her a / c was not working well. sara was clearly intent on sticking around in spite of our agreement. started telling me not to bring chicas in her apartment. duh. i was off to hotel europa before sunset. sara was furious.
hit the strip after a short nap. girls seemed more aggressive. business is slow, and they smelt fresh meat. got stalked by a fat chica with huge boobs, and took refuge at the new garden. sit down with 2 good looking girls at the bar. dari and her older sister were visiting from santo domingo hoping to make a few bucks for the children back home. dari had a few extra pounds but still a teen body, a friendly round face, inquisitive eyes and a broad smile. and clearly not very experienced. i knew i would regret taking her to bed. got bored fucking her after 10 minutes. felt like being in bed with an inflatable doll. but at least dolls do not complain when you put them in a different position. decided to keep my "leche" for a more worthwhile receptacle.
hit classico, this time really in need of a good lay. found quickly what i was looking for. a tall, slim, sexy "negrita" was dancing alone at the center of the floor. estefani turned out to be a real nice girl. she was more experienced, and drove a harder bargain. at the close of classico, we went to my hotel to smoke then a great, badly needed session. felt like more dancing and we returned to afterone without her asking for payment."you won't go with another chica?" she asked shyly as we reached the disco. clearly a keeper. when afterone finally kicked us out, and after a quick refuel at caipirinha, back to bed for another great session. estefani is a great kisser, like to licks everything she can get her tongue on, and know how to move her body in a smooth wavelike motion like a cat in heat. negotiated 2000 and gave her a well deserved 3000. i became instantly her favorite customer.
thursday. the bombshell's sister.
woke up late and called sara (sally) hoping to make up. as we reached my car, estefani chose that moment to show up at my hotel. i avoided sara's dark gaze as i switftly gave motoconcho money to estefani to make her disappear. damage was done. sara went on sulking the whole lunch, in spite of jorge's wonderful fried fish.
did bar hoping along pedro clissante in the evening. set my choice on a cute slender teen at rumba. syndie had sexy lips and natural long black hair. a newbie though. i always fall for newbies. took her to bailey's to eat some chewing shrimps drawn in a ketchupy sauce with a french name. i felt bad for the shrimps. and for my wallet. maybe better stick to fried stuff in the d. r.
at classico, syndie was not into dancing. she turned down a bachatta. never thought that possible from a dominicana. went to dance with another girl and that brought syndie back to life. i start understanding dominicana's psychology. still not a good dancer, but at least she stayed around grinding her butt on my crotch. geez i was missing that. wendy the bombshell came to join us. wendy is a gorgeous girl from a previous trip that showed up at my hotel one morning with all her belongings. turned out syndie is wendy's sister. went on dancing squeezed between 2 beauties all evening. long live classico. and yes, the though of doing a threesome with 2 sisters did cross my mind, you pervert.
in bed, syndie was clearly inexperienced. she knew how to go through the motion (thank you, wendy) , doing shower play, then bed teasing, blowjob, and on to multiple positions. but the skills were not there."i can feel your teeth", i whined. good tight pussy and eager to learn though. it was fun to teach a 18 years old where are the sensitive parts of the male organ. will be interesting to see how she evolves over the months.
friday. leave me alone, or i jump on the first motoconcho.
had a few cupid-dates lined up, so checked in at the field of dream in puerto plata.
drove my latest sweetheart safely back home around 11pm, and decided against all logic to drive back to classico. as i hit the floor squeezed between a couple of tall sexy beauties, it just hit me. i am addicted to classico. and to cute useless little things as well. started dancing with a pretty "chikita" teen. the kind i would regret to take to bed. even in classico she was not comfortable. her older sister, jennifer, quickly joined us. not as pretty, but slim and clearly in party mood. and much more assertive than her sister. starting grinding her butt on me with gay abandon, touching my dick each time her sister was not looking. who is the hunter here.
as i started dancing more with her, jennifer felt more in charge and finally took over from her sister. once at afterone, she became quite possessive though, getting upset when i was dancing with other girls, even following me as i went to the restroom. that was too much. walked straight out of afterone, jumped on the first motoconcho, and drove straight away. my first time on a motoconcho actually. 2 min later i was in my car and back to puerto plata.
saturday. high school class trip.
arrived late from puerto plata on saturday night. from maimon to be exact. nice seafood restaurants there. fresh and simply cooked. checked in at perla de sosua, as they had a promotion on hotel. com. once there, the manager lectured me about being cautious with chicas from the street. to a guy showing up alone in one of the cheapest place in sosua. what world is he living in?
pop is open again. used to be my favorite "chica interview spot". one of the most quiet place, overlooking the strip. quiet no more, though. because of the loudspeakers, not the number of clients. felt like a local disco in puerto plata. more "open air" than before. sat next to the new owner. also owns the place across the street. asked him how he intends to bring more business. i was expecting some grand plan for attracting chicas."i'll open a disco in the back" he answered proudly. clearly a differentiated strategy. time to move on.
young looking girl having a soup on her own next to the german bar. i asked for her name."seventeen!" she answered in a heavily accented english. she looked less than 17. her i'd said she was 18. seventeen (pamela of her real name) turned out to have a fun, extrovert personality. decided to join along."as long as you don't pass first base, sammy sosa", to borrow frannie's word. offered seventeen a beer and soon i was surrounded by her barely-older friends. felt like in high school again. except for the erotic twist. took my class to el flow for some karaoke singing. loved singing these bachata as much as dancing them. then off to the casino. girls only wanted to play slot machines, so got bored quickly. discreetly slipped out to classico for some grown-up fun.
estefani was available at classico, and i felt like dancing and good sex. after afterone and the customary "motoconcho tabacco visit", started probably the best sex i had in sosua. estefani became wild in bed, sticking her tongue everywhere she could and for as long as i let her. her body was ondulating as if it had a mind of its own. she was shaking each time i licked her tits. managed to make love to her with my tongue on her nipples the whole time. very uncomfortable. very hot. she came several time and still wanted more. i had to beg her to stop.
sunday. politur calling.
manager from perla de sosua woke me up at 10am to make sure i would leave the hotel by noon. moron. hotel looked empty. back to new garden. tired of hotel hopping. and badly needed a nap.
had a date with one of the waitress from the dutch-owned bar across from bailey's. a young, slim, dark-skin cutie like i seem to favor. went to meet her at the beach. carla never showed up. really enjoyed the sunset facing the bay on my own though, a couple of fruit punch, oysters from street vendors, a live band playing nearby and watch locals dance. dominicans really have dancing in their blood.
hit rumba after sunset. saw sara at the bar. alone, surprisingly. super hot, not surprisingly. paid the usual beer tax. still behaving like a jealous wife. moved on quickly.
sat down with wendy-the-bombshell and her friends. told me she wanted to have an operation to enlarge her butt."eh! but you're one of the hottest thing on the strip!". got brainwashed by her (too?) voluptuous friend next seat. i did mention gringos tend to prefer them slim. a bit on the slow side, our friend wendy. asked about her sister. this made her upset somehow. what's wrong with these girls?
phone rang. seventeen told me she got arrested by politur. handed over the phone to a man who told me she would be released if somebody came to pick her up. this spooked me. took refuge in my hotel, seeking guidance from isg folks. called a cupid chick and spent the rest of the night in puerto plata. i felt really awful at abandoning seventeen, though, after all the horror stories i've heard from chicas who spent a night in jail at the hands of politur.
monday. the chicas strike back.
had to wake up very early to make it to breakfast at new garden. like 11am. insane. underestimated the value of a good breakfast. couple of decent-looking chicas around the pool, for a change. new garden is definitely the best hotel i've stayed at.
"facebook pictures can be misleading!". that's what i though driving back form a disastrous cupid date in puerto plata. back in sosua, i called a cutie i met at rumba couple of days ago to have a grilled fish on the beach. that day, johanny bet me she could drink 5 whiskey in row without being drunk. she lost. and so did i since i ended up with a drunk chica on my laps. i did take advantage of her curves in the bar, but i was not risking having vomit in my bathroom.
johanny showed up at jorge's beach restaurant right before sunset, a dominicana-standard 60 min late. the reddish sky over sosua bay made for the perfect background to her delicate frame and fluffy highlighted hair. yet the minute she sat down i sensed something was wrong. she frantically checked her blackberry and looked distressed. turned out her family back in santo domingo recently learned she went into prostitution."how much do you make a day? 10000?" said a message on her phone from a cousin. this also explained her drinking binge the other day. johanny was clearly more educated than most. she could actually write entire words in spanish without a spelling mistake. but she had 3 kids to feed back home, at only 23. she came to the north coast hoping to find a job as a waitress. told me a lot about making cocktails. but then money ran out. her ass was the only thing left to sell.
faithful to my series of bad decisions, i offered johanny a short-term 1500 pesos job. wanted to check these curves again. being treated like a prostitute when she was looking for emotional comfort made her feel worse, not surprisingly. she retaliated with one of the worst session ever. only agreed to do reverse-cowgirl. she was putting so little effort into it that i managed to get soft inside her. i got what i deserved, i guess.
it was still early, so went back hunting at classico. sara hit me for a beer. still sulking. estefani came to dance with me, but i was feeling like a change of girl. tried my luck at rumba. of course bumped on jennifer, the girl i had motoconched-away on friday. she did not say a word. her gaze said it all. i desperately looked for a friendly face to sit with. yanny was smiling at me. she was hanging out at the pool in new garden in the afternoon as i was catching up on work, and we chatted a bit. tall, slim and still good looking in her late twenties. the kind of girl you won't have any trouble with. chatted 5 min. 1200 pesos, and she was in my bed."why am i always making things so complicated?" i wondered while watching her manicured light brown feet swing by my shoulders at the rhythm of my pounding.
tuesday. not so grand finale.
arrived late from bidding farewell to my favorite cupid chicks. with a detour to field of dreams. intended on rampaging the strip for my last night. i could now walk through the entire strip without any chica harassing me. inversely pedro clissante seemed full of familar faces. sosua is a small town. sat down to share a beer on the green plastic chairs by el flow, when i saw a pretty frame walking by swiftly. my style: tall, slim, dark brown, with a natural elegance. approached her as she was reaching dr. rosen. she had deep lines on her face, making her look sad and tired, yet she had a certain beauty. she invited me to walk along through the streets of sosua.
this was an odd discussion. she introduced herself as "peligro" (danger) , nicknamed she received after a violent fight on sosua strip. she clearly needed somebody to talk to. told me about a youth of violence, hardship, survival, murders. she had a long scar on her face from a previous battle when she nearly killed a policeman. yet there was kindness in her face. as we sat on a small wall across from cmp, she shared her anguish that her mother might learn she went into prostitution a few months ago. but she wanted to make money to live on her own in sosua. she took pride in being actually born in sosua, even if raised in santiago.
i liked her, in spite the scariness of her tales. i always fall for wild ones. invited her for a bar crawl all the way back to classico's. we shared beers, i insisted she have lunch with me. she ordered a plate of french fries, and ate 3 of them. i offered her to do a stop at new garden as we reached back dr. rosen. she opted for classico's instead. she liked dancing, but seemed uncomfortable with bachata. she stayed composed as sara, still upset at me, came to ask for beer a few times. once in the hotel, she turned out to be as tender in bed as she was sweet on the dance floor. stayed mostly in missionary, constantly caressing my face and my body as to make sure i was real.
in the morning i walked her out early as my planes was a few hours away. gave her 3, 000 and a long hug. she did not know i was about to get back home.
as i rushed to puerto plata airport, i saw estefani on a motoconcho all dressed up coming to bid me farewell. it was too late to turn back. my heart squeezed as i watch her long floating black mane slowly disappear in the dust of sosua through the back mirror.
i love the girls of sosua. every single of them.
thanks for bearing with me. i have been a monger for 4 months now, and it does help me to keep track of how things evolve. hopefully it help some of you to, as this board has proved invaluable to me. plus who else am i going to share it with? report on my previous trip is at:
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