Sosua Reports

[OldKool]

I enjoyed the post. The detail help us guys here in the pussy dessert escape a bit. Girls asking for gifts is a downer. Guys who are giving these girls gifts are fucking things gifts. It is your cash but is t really necessary. If you are not repeating or the performance is mediocre it is not necessary. If a chica rocks my world I take care of here. Guys the 1500 or 2000 pesos is all these girls have earned.

Executive Summary: Went to Sosua, got a room, walked around a bit, got something to eat, found a nice-looking hooker, struck a deal for sex, but found it hard to finish the act due to taking Viagra.

[Tempoecorto]

Executive Summary: Went to Sosua, got a room, walked around a bit, got something to eat, found a nice-looking hooker, struck a deal for sex, but found it hard to finish the act due to taking Viagra.

Well, this has been dedicated to Tom Jackin, who should be really pleased to have this flood, after the perennial drought he laments about. LOL.

[Frannie]

Shout out to Mr. Tomjackin for single handedly reminding everyone what the Sosua Reports thread is about. Take me off your list my man. LOL And to Mr. GoGo who made the following report possible.

Mr. GoGo catches me off guard this morning. Been living in the Santo Doming too long. He is ten minutes early and that never happens here and this has thrown me totally off my game. Security notifies me of his arrival and Mr. GoGo heads on up to my luxury apartment with the ocean view. I take him on a quick tour of my place and then he heads out onto the balcony. After having the chance to check out what I've told him about in person he declares that is it good. And it is!

While gathering my stuff together Mr. GoGo breaks out an assortment of dresses that he has brought for his chicas and allows me to pick a selection for my girls. I wind up picking out one of his favorites, but he is good-natured about it. He packs up the rest. I leave mine for my harem girls. The only gift I give to garden tools is the gift of leche. Pesos are not a gift. My garden tools put in work and earn every peso I pay them! There has been much weeping and gnashing of teeth by my harem girls early in the week over my departure. They will get over it. Final equipment check, lock down the apartment, head down to Mr. GoGo's brand new SUV. Load up. Strap in. And we're off. News Flash: The SubCmdr has departed on his first mission to The Sue (roll crowd cheering sound track). BOOYAO!

Mr. GoGo gives me the mission brief en route. We are looking at a 3.5 hour travel time. We are headed down Las Americas (Hwy 3) until the Samana turnout. We reverse direction and get onto the "new" toll road right next to the Caribe Tours bus station headed to the north coast. The official name for the toll road is La Autopista del Nordeste (www.autopistasdelnordeste.com). Picture hounds can goto the website and see all you would like about that portion of the route. The photos are accurate (having seen them myself). There are three booths where you pay a toll of 56,181 & 213 DOP respectively.

After the first booth, but before the second there is a brand new Texaco fueling station. It's very modern with a convenience store and Santo Domingo coffee shop attached. Looks just like anything that I've seen within the developed countries I've visited in the past. It's a very expensive facility that is well manicured and maintained. Very nice choice Mr. GoGo. I like it! We make a quick pit stop where I've got to have my cup of coffee. There is also business inside where you can get a bite to eat freshly prepared for you. Sandwiches and other Dominican fast foods are available. I enter the coffee shop and the chica behind the counter is smoking hot. Even with that unisex uniform corporations like to drape on their female employees, I can tell she has a banging body. He has perfect make up and salon quality nails. She hits me with English. Which gives me the opener to flirt. Complement her on language skills, ask her where she learned it and we're off. It's not busy in there right now and she's open to giving a brother a little conversation. I ask her to switch to Spanish to help a brother learn more. A little more small talk, my coffee is ready, another customer enters I pay and go. I've got the vacation aura working. This is going to be fun.

Just before we get to the next booth and the popo be running a full blown check point. Snatching people out of their cars, trunks open, suitcases in the road being searched. Doesn't look good. We are in line. Our turn. Mr. GoGo is cool about it. Officer wants to search our car. Mr. GoGo does not understand (in this situation that's entender right local linguistic professors?) he answers in English. He asks the officer if he speaks English. Officer tries to explain again. Mr. GoGo still does not understand. The PN officer is becoming a little frustrated. Looking around. Explains again. Mr. GoGo does not understand. Speaks to the officer slowly in English. The officer tells us to enjoy our trip and waves us through. Got to love it! Mr. GoGo has played the "dumb gringo" role perfectly and given an Oscar nominating performance to boot. The trip continues without incident. We out the last booth and we run out of island. There is nothing but ocean dead ahead. I don't which way we need go but we got to make a turn because we've run out of island.

We arrive at the Europa hotel. Lot's of intel about this place from previously reported recon in this section and the personal experience of Mr. GoGo. Credit goes to the men in the arena. The hotel bar (Romanitas) has a hot blonde working behind it now and there are a few hotties sitting there killing time. Mr. GoGo heads over to greet the chicas. They wave me over. I'm like nah. Mr. GoGo is holding court. Enjoy him. I'm headed inside to check in and it goes without incident. We make plans to rendezvous in 15 minutes for an exploratory mission to recon the area so I can learn my way around. The room is nice. Big enough to play catch in. And is exactly as advertised. Only negative I see to the place is that it's not freak party certified. But since this is my first trip to The Sue, I'm not trying to roll like that anyway.

I meet Mr. GoGo in the lobby and we head out on foot. Walking down the street at some point we hang a right and pass another Sue fixture called the Terra Linda Hotel. Tells me they have nice pool and asked me if I wanted to go see it. No need. It can't be that impressive. I'm from Vegas were billionaires spend 10's of millions on their pools to impress visitors. If's not an infinity pool then I don't need to see it. We finish the loop. Says that's the quick and dirty tour of The Sue and we head to the beach.

Attention everyone: And we're walking. A few working girls are on the stroll. They have a garden tool look. Skimpy or skin tight outfits, overdone make up, swanging hips, men in the arena know the look. But the talent pool is low. Mr. GoGo tells me it's early afternoon. These are freelancers. Says the talent pool will increase. In other words, the freaks come out at night. I get a few of the garden tools making extended eye contact. Which just causes me to laugh. I guess that's how they do it in The Sue. As we walk, we pass a BBQ joint (the spelling program won't let me put the name in this post). The owner himself is working the grill at the moment. BOOYAO motherfuckers! Got to eat here. But we are still walking and Mr. GoGo has a destination in mind. So, like the telephone operator says: "Please make a note of it". And I do.

We continue our walk down the beach until we arrive at Big Mama's. This is Mr. GoGo's spot. He orders his drink I order some natural juice and we chill. I pull out the professional SLR for some pictures only to discover my telephoto lens is cracked. How the fuck did that happen? Luckily for me I had a UV filter on it and the main glass is fine. I remembered the advice my father gave me as a kid to always keep a UV filter on your lenses because if bad things happen you loose the UV filter first but it will save your lens. No truer words were spoken in this case. I take a few pictures but I'm not really feeling the view and just sit down to enjoy my juice. We are just chilling taking in the scene. The garden tools are on the stroll, tourists, touts, vendors, women offering manicure, pedicure services the total plethora of sights, sounds and experiences.

We're hungry now and we have reversed course on the beach. My thoughts are the BBQ joint. And Mr. GoGo concurs. The BBQ joint on the beach it is. We sit down at a table that gives a ringside seat the to circus at The Sue beach. Menus come and I order ribs and Mr. GoGo orders chicken. My harem feeds me a lot of chicken so I am really looking forward to the change. And food at the BBQ joint does not disappoint. The ribs are good along with the grilled potatoes and mixed vegetables. This is working for me. But I'm wishing I had of ordered the half slab instead of the quarter slab they are that good. But after talking bad about those who are obese, I'm determined to set a good example by getting back down to my BMI weight. I'm four pounds away and closing in. Not bad for an old man relatively speaking. Late lunch is finished. Settled up with the BBQ joint. And we're off again. Headed down the beach back to the hotel. It's time to rest up before heading out again tonight.

Mr. GoGo and I rendezvous in the lobby of the Europa. And we head out again on foot. I'm hungry, but Mr. GoGo is not a big eater in the evening. So, once again we are on the lookout for a place to eat. Side note about Bourbon Street, that place is laid out. But during our trip every time we passed the place, it didn't have more than three customers in it. There was more staff than clientele. Maybe it was weather related. It was overcast skies and lots of rain. Everything was slow that weekend. It was good for me. Made it easy to get a lay of the land, sense and feel of the vibe in The Sue. We keep walking down the main drag on the hunt for food. I'm feeling Morua Mai. Never been there before but I liked the look and feel of the place. Turns out that is one of Mr. GoGo favorite places. We are in agreement. On approach and cleared to land.

The place is empty. When we arrive we are the only customers in the place. It is really slow here and in The Sue in general. The weather is really keeping the activity down but I actually like it like this. Morua Mai has the lounge / chill music genre going. I recognize some of the sounds being played on the track. I'm waiting to hear something from one the greatest: Thievery Corporation, but I never do. Still, I'm enjoying the music anyway. It's the perfect feel. Menus arrive and prices are reasonable. I put in my order. Chicken Parmesan, side of pasta with mixed vegetables. Plates hit the table. I like what I see. Let's see how it tastes. Try everything on my plate and it is indeed good. Wow! Nice evening, good food, good music, good company, I'm certain I would be enjoying some good wine if I could drink. Damn this is killing me. Check comes and we settle up once again. Dinner is a wrap. In the can so to speak and we're off. Seek and destroy mission. My missile with the moisture seeking warhead is in seek mode. Back on station and visually looking for targets.

We are walking down the main drag back towards the hotel Europa. Hang a left and there is an interesting prospect across the street. "Tally ho"! I head over talk to her. Up close she is nothing to look at. So, in my mind I'll do a brief engagement and break off. She's Haitian and after some small talk in Spanish, because she speaks four languages. I let her know I might be back to see her later. She says, why not now. I say because it's early. She say no it's because you are looking for a Dominican. That makes me want to go off. What I want to tell her is (code word) I'm up to my neck in Dominican chicas at home. You're are ugly but I couldn't tell until I got up close to you. But I'm diplomatic (a skill few posters here in the Dominican Republic ISG forum have) and leave it at "That's not true" and move on.

I don't know where the fuck I'm at because I'm still not oriented to the place and it's dark. But then I recognize the Terra Linda and I'm back on course. We are headed past Terra Linda and a pair is coming around the bend. One of the two is my type, spinner, but does she have any ass is the question. Let's find out. She is white girl in a white dress, but she's running with a darker friend. The darker friend is doing the talking. She tells me her friend would like to keep me company. I'm thinking why isn't your friend doing the talking, but I just let that go. I'm like, "oh really". What does your friend have to say about it. The white girl enthusiastically nods her head. I tell her to turn around let me see that ass. Ok, she has one but it's nothing to write home about but in the dark she seems good enough. I tell her to give me your number and I'll hit you back later tonight. And if you are available I'll see you. One prospect in the ho phone, excuse me business phone and we are off. We are walking and the humidity is killing me and I'm sweating profusely. Mr. GoGo looks at me like are you OK. I'm always like this Bro. But he's very insistent "We need to get you some air conditioning. Let's go to Merengue. " Bet!

We enter into Merengue. It's a well a documented place. Actually all of The Sue is well documented. The Sue is so well documented most mongers who post in this section could transmit the coordinates needed to drop a JDAM by just pointing his dick in the right direction and using it like a GPS receiver. At times, I wonder why there is a constant call for trip reports from The Sue. After all it's not as if it might disappear if some monger does not bust a nut up in a chica every few days and report about it. Trust me! The Sue appears to have some of the best infrastructure on the island. There are rivers of cash flowing above ground and under ground in that place. Unless there is suddenly there is some sort of moral outrage or they manage to get the Super Yacht Marina approved and funded The Sue will be full of chicas dedicated to taking monger dick until time immortal. Mr. GoGo's Sue is not my Sue, but that doesn't matter to me. I like my Sue just as it is. But I digress. Mr. GoGo tells me the white women from Santiago tend to be very popular and will go for premium especially on a Friday and Saturday night.

Back to Merengue, We survey the place. And decide to post up where I can see the TV and watch the game. We are right next to the window so we can see the street action also. Mr. GoGo is holding court to a continuing chorus of women coming by to say Hello, kiss his ring (and offer to kiss other body parts I'm sure). In walks a straight chapiadora (Youtube: Chopi Chopi Farruko). But she's my type. Tall, with those 4-inch platform heels, banging body, hair perfect, heavily made up, nails were natural, painted on light blue jeans with the "tears" in the legs, black bustier. We make eye contact but my thought is "that one is expensive. Not interested". I pick my conversation back up with Mr. GoGo. I'm typing on my cellular phone lying to my harem about where I am and what I'm doing, watching the basketball game, and watching the action with the other patrons. Watching people is a lot of fun here in The Sue and I'm having a blast.

The chapiadora keeps moving around dancing in my peripheral vision, chatting with her friends inside the bar and through the window. She's making sure I'm getting a good look at that long lean body without that belly bump, that I find so irritating, so many chicas have here. We keep exchanging glances but I'm still thinking, stuck up and too expensive. A bit later she comes over to me and asks to if she can sit down. The conversation ensues. She's from Santo Domingo, lives in Gazcue with her Mother. Has a kid. And then the thing that blows my mind says she is 29. Like whoa! A body like that after a kid and not worn down yet by The Sue grind. Impressive! She wants a drink. All she wants is a red bull. But I'm still not getting that warm and fuzzy feeling from her, then something clicks. She starts to talk, move and touch me in a very seductive and sensual manner. Different than the chicas that just be grabbing up on ya. It's working. The Cmdr wants to know the price. The Chapiadora gives it to me. Out of my price range and I don't bite. But then I realize that was just an initial offer to test me because she lowers the amount without me saying a word. It's in the Cmdr's price range. Settle my bar bill and we are out.

Out the door and onto the street scene where I'm experiencing disorientation combined with a sense of euphoria that must mean my dopamine pathways are feeling it. It's time for my first moto ride with a chica in The Sue. I mean this is my first moto ride ever. She flags the moto. We are up. We are on. And we are off. And it initially we are off the races. Things are blurred in my peripheral vision. Then we stop. There is problem. The police have stopped traffic for some reason. So, I use the opportunity to feel her up a bit and I like everything I'm touching. The mini traffic jam is resolved and we continue on our way. We roll up to the Europa and make our grand arrival. Just like all other monger / chicas arrivals during the day and that will continue into the night. I pay the driver and we are into the lobby. To front desk, she gives up her cedula and we are off to the room.

Into the room and Chapiadora hits the shower. Comes out in a towel covering her bottom half but her bustier still on. What the what? Must be some false advertising going on is my thoughts. Good thing I'm not a breast man. She lies down crosswise on the bed and says "Dame algo" (Give me something). What the what? "Como?" I say. She says it again. Like what? Is my response. Give me clothes like a dress, give me shoes, give me earrings, give me perfume, where is my gift? Ah nah, the Cmdr got worked in the bar. Houston we have a problem. But I'm standing there alone in the room. Got to handle my business on my own this time. I tell her. I got nothing for ya. She starts in on that again and I'm like let's get started. The sooner we get started the sooner you can get out of here and find someone who has a gift for you. Now, I think I'm going to have a problem with performance out of this one. But I'm wrong. The problem is endurance. She can't take no dick. And she hurting herself because just when I'm about to give her the only gift I have (the gift of leche) she gets tired of the position and wants to change.

After the third time of doing this I ask her what is the problem. She says in English "You're a little thick for me. " I'm like just take it for a little while longer and we will be done". Like I said before, we keep changing positions so go back to doggy. And she does it again. Now, I'm getting irritated with her. She's like, my knees hurt and you are keeping me in these positions for too long. I'm like, you knew I wasn't going to be one of your tiny dick men who bust a nut in 5 minutes. You felt what you were getting into before we left the bar. She's like me let suck you. She sat on edge the bed that had was on the side closest to the wall. I was standing and put my foot between her legs and leaned up against the wall. She put her arm behind my calf, brought her hand up under my thigh, grabbed my dick and leaned in to start sucking. I remember this clearly because I was thinking: "Now this is something you don't see everyday". Well she really starts to put in some work. And I'm thoroughly enjoying myself. As I am getting close I am bracing myself for the interruption. But to my surprise she goes ahead and finishes the job. She spits and is pissed.

She goes into this tirade about taking to long to fuck her, being on Viagra, not giving her my leche quickly enough and because of all that I have to give her 500 more pesos. I tell her it's not going to happen. She is insistent. She tells me "No you have to give me 500 more pesos". I tell her no I am not. I'm going to give you the amount we agreed to and you are going to leave. She's irritated and goes back into the give me something routine. Around and around we go until she finally gets to: "Give me some hair!" I tell her no. I tell her that's my business. That I can no more give her hair than she can give me free pussy. There is a moment of silence. And then the entire energy in the room changes. I've appealed to her inner hustler with the inner hustler of my own. And she asks politely if she can see my hair.

She views my hair and declares the quality is good. And says the prices are good too. But I don't have the length that she wants in inventory right now. She wants me to send her the price list in whatsapp and tells me to contact her when I have the length in stock that she is interested in. I pay her and she leaves my room without incident. Later that night I see her on The Sue strip getting food. We have a laugh. We have exchanged a few messages in whatsapp. I'm waiting for my stock to come in. We will see if she makes a purchase or not.

Fade to black (roll outo music).

Executive Summary: Went to Sosua, got a room, walked around a bit, got something to eat, found a nice-looking hooker, struck a deal for sex, but found it hard to finish the act due to taking Viagra.

[SubCmdr]

Shout out to Mr. Tomjackin for single handedly reminding everyone what the Sosua Reports thread is about. Take me off your list my man. LOL And to Mr. GoGo who made the following report possible.

Mr. GoGo catches me off guard this morning. Been living in the Santo Doming too long. He is ten minutes early and that never happens here and this has thrown me totally off my game. Security notifies me of his arrival and Mr. GoGo heads on up to my luxury apartment with the ocean view. I take him on a quick tour of my place and then he heads out onto the balcony. After having the chance to check out what I've told him about in person he declares that is it good. And it is!

While gathering my stuff together Mr. GoGo breaks out an assortment of dresses that he has brought for his chicas and allows me to pick a selection for my girls. I wind up picking out one of his favorites, but he is good-natured about it. He packs up the rest. I leave mine for my harem girls. The only gift I give to garden tools is the gift of leche. Pesos are not a gift. My garden tools put in work and earn every peso I pay them! There has been much weeping and gnashing of teeth by my harem girls early in the week over my departure. They will get over it. Final equipment check, lock down the apartment, head down to Mr. GoGo's brand new SUV. Load up. Strap in. And we're off. News Flash: The SubCmdr has departed on his first mission to The Sue (roll crowd cheering sound track). BOOYAO!

Mr. GoGo gives me the mission brief en route. We are looking at a 3.5 hour travel time. We are headed down Las Americas (Hwy 3) until the Samana turnout. We reverse direction and get onto the "new" toll road right next to the Caribe Tours bus station headed to the north coast. The official name for the toll road is La Autopista del Nordeste (www.autopistasdelnordeste.com). Picture hounds can goto the website and see all you would like about that portion of the route. The photos are accurate (having seen them myself). There are three booths where you pay a toll of 56,181 & 213 DOP respectively.

After the first booth, but before the second there is a brand new Texaco fueling station. It's very modern with a convenience store and Santo Domingo coffee shop attached. Looks just like anything that I've seen within the developed countries I've visited in the past. It's a very expensive facility that is well manicured and maintained. Very nice choice Mr. GoGo. I like it! We make a quick pit stop where I've got to have my cup of coffee. There is also business inside where you can get a bite to eat freshly prepared for you. Sandwiches and other Dominican fast foods are available. I enter the coffee shop and the chica behind the counter is smoking hot. Even with that unisex uniform corporations like to drape on their female employees, I can tell she has a banging body. He has perfect make up and salon quality nails. She hits me with English. Which gives me the opener to flirt. Complement her on language skills, ask her where she learned it and we're off. It's not busy in there right now and she's open to giving a brother a little conversation. I ask her to switch to Spanish to help a brother learn more. A little more small talk, my coffee is ready, another customer enters I pay and go. I've got the vacation aura working. This is going to be fun.

Just before we get to the next booth and the popo be running a full blown check point. Snatching people out of their cars, trunks open, suitcases in the road being searched. Doesn't look good. We are in line. Our turn. Mr. GoGo is cool about it. Officer wants to search our car. Mr. GoGo does not understand (in this situation that's entender right local linguistic professors?) he answers in English. He asks the officer if he speaks English. Officer tries to explain again. Mr. GoGo still does not understand. The PN officer is becoming a little frustrated. Looking around. Explains again. Mr. GoGo does not understand. Speaks to the officer slowly in English. The officer tells us to enjoy our trip and waves us through. Got to love it! Mr. GoGo has played the "dumb gringo" role perfectly and given an Oscar nominating performance to boot. The trip continues without incident. We out the last booth and we run out of island. There is nothing but ocean dead ahead. I don't which way we need go but we got to make a turn because we've run out of island.

We arrive at the Europa hotel. Lot's of intel about this place from previously reported recon in this section and the personal experience of Mr. GoGo. Credit goes to the men in the arena. The hotel bar (Romanitas) has a hot blonde working behind it now and there are a few hotties sitting there killing time. Mr. GoGo heads over to greet the chicas. They wave me over. I'm like nah. Mr. GoGo is holding court. Enjoy him. I'm headed inside to check in and it goes without incident. We make plans to rendezvous in 15 minutes for an exploratory mission to recon the area so I can learn my way around. The room is nice. Big enough to play catch in. And is exactly as advertised. Only negative I see to the place is that it's not freak party certified. But since this is my first trip to The Sue, I'm not trying to roll like that anyway.

I meet Mr. GoGo in the lobby and we head out on foot. Walking down the street at some point we hang a right and pass another Sue fixture called the Terra Linda Hotel. Tells me they have nice pool and asked me if I wanted to go see it. No need. It can't be that impressive. I'm from Vegas were billionaires spend 10's of millions on their pools to impress visitors. If's not an infinity pool then I don't need to see it. We finish the loop. Says that's the quick and dirty tour of The Sue and we head to the beach.

Attention everyone: And we're walking. A few working girls are on the stroll. They have a garden tool look. Skimpy or skin tight outfits, overdone make up, swanging hips, men in the arena know the look. But the talent pool is low. Mr. GoGo tells me it's early afternoon. These are freelancers. Says the talent pool will increase. In other words, the freaks come out at night. I get a few of the garden tools making extended eye contact. Which just causes me to laugh. I guess that's how they do it in The Sue. As we walk, we pass a BBQ joint (the spelling program won't let me put the name in this post). The owner himself is working the grill at the moment. BOOYAO motherfuckers! Got to eat here. But we are still walking and Mr. GoGo has a destination in mind. So, like the telephone operator says: "Please make a note of it". And I do.

We continue our walk down the beach until we arrive at Big Mama's. This is Mr. GoGo's spot. He orders his drink I order some natural juice and we chill. I pull out the professional SLR for some pictures only to discover my telephoto lens is cracked. How the fuck did that happen? Luckily for me I had a UV filter on it and the main glass is fine. I remembered the advice my father gave me as a kid to always keep a UV filter on your lenses because if bad things happen you loose the UV filter first but it will save your lens. No truer words were spoken in this case. I take a few pictures but I'm not really feeling the view and just sit down to enjoy my juice. We are just chilling taking in the scene. The garden tools are on the stroll, tourists, touts, vendors, women offering manicure, pedicure services the total plethora of sights, sounds and experiences.

We're hungry now and we have reversed course on the beach. My thoughts are the BBQ joint. And Mr. GoGo concurs. The BBQ joint on the beach it is. We sit down at a table that gives a ringside seat the to circus at The Sue beach. Menus come and I order ribs and Mr. GoGo orders chicken. My harem feeds me a lot of chicken so I am really looking forward to the change. And food at the BBQ joint does not disappoint. The ribs are good along with the grilled potatoes and mixed vegetables. This is working for me. But I'm wishing I had of ordered the half slab instead of the quarter slab they are that good. But after talking bad about those who are obese, I'm determined to set a good example by getting back down to my BMI weight. I'm four pounds away and closing in. Not bad for an old man relatively speaking. Late lunch is finished. Settled up with the BBQ joint. And we're off again. Headed down the beach back to the hotel. It's time to rest up before heading out again tonight.

Mr. GoGo and I rendezvous in the lobby of the Europa. And we head out again on foot. I'm hungry, but Mr. GoGo is not a big eater in the evening. So, once again we are on the lookout for a place to eat. Side note about Bourbon Street, that place is laid out. But during our trip every time we passed the place, it didn't have more than three customers in it. There was more staff than clientele. Maybe it was weather related. It was overcast skies and lots of rain. Everything was slow that weekend. It was good for me. Made it easy to get a lay of the land, sense and feel of the vibe in The Sue. We keep walking down the main drag on the hunt for food. I'm feeling Morua Mai. Never been there before but I liked the look and feel of the place. Turns out that is one of Mr. GoGo favorite places. We are in agreement. On approach and cleared to land.

The place is empty. When we arrive we are the only customers in the place. It is really slow here and in The Sue in general. The weather is really keeping the activity down but I actually like it like this. Morua Mai has the lounge / chill music genre going. I recognize some of the sounds being played on the track. I'm waiting to hear something from one the greatest: Thievery Corporation, but I never do. Still, I'm enjoying the music anyway. It's the perfect feel. Menus arrive and prices are reasonable. I put in my order. Chicken Parmesan, side of pasta with mixed vegetables. Plates hit the table. I like what I see. Let's see how it tastes. Try everything on my plate and it is indeed good. Wow! Nice evening, good food, good music, good company, I'm certain I would be enjoying some good wine if I could drink. Damn this is killing me. Check comes and we settle up once again. Dinner is a wrap. In the can so to speak and we're off. Seek and destroy mission. My missile with the moisture seeking warhead is in seek mode. Back on station and visually looking for targets.

We are walking down the main drag back towards the hotel Europa. Hang a left and there is an interesting prospect across the street. "Tally ho"! I head over talk to her. Up close she is nothing to look at. So, in my mind I'll do a brief engagement and break off. She's Haitian and after some small talk in Spanish, because she speaks four languages. I let her know I might be back to see her later. She says, why not now. I say because it's early. She say no it's because you are looking for a Dominican. That makes me want to go off. What I want to tell her is (code word) I'm up to my neck in Dominican chicas at home. You're are ugly but I couldn't tell until I got up close to you. But I'm diplomatic (a skill few posters here in the Dominican Republic ISG forum have) and leave it at "That's not true" and move on.

I don't know where the fuck I'm at because I'm still not oriented to the place and it's dark. But then I recognize the Terra Linda and I'm back on course. We are headed past Terra Linda and a pair is coming around the bend. One of the two is my type, spinner, but does she have any ass is the question. Let's find out. She is white girl in a white dress, but she's running with a darker friend. The darker friend is doing the talking. She tells me her friend would like to keep me company. I'm thinking why isn't your friend doing the talking, but I just let that go. I'm like, "oh really". What does your friend have to say about it. The white girl enthusiastically nods her head. I tell her to turn around let me see that ass. Ok, she has one but it's nothing to write home about but in the dark she seems good enough. I tell her to give me your number and I'll hit you back later tonight. And if you are available I'll see you. One prospect in the ho phone, excuse me business phone and we are off. We are walking and the humidity is killing me and I'm sweating profusely. Mr. GoGo looks at me like are you OK. I'm always like this Bro. But he's very insistent "We need to get you some air conditioning. Let's go to Merengue. " Bet!

We enter into Merengue. It's a well a documented place. Actually all of The Sue is well documented. The Sue is so well documented most mongers who post in this section could transmit the coordinates needed to drop a JDAM by just pointing his dick in the right direction and using it like a GPS receiver. At times, I wonder why there is a constant call for trip reports from The Sue. After all it's not as if it might disappear if some monger does not bust a nut up in a chica every few days and report about it. Trust me! The Sue appears to have some of the best infrastructure on the island. There are rivers of cash flowing above ground and under ground in that place. Unless there is suddenly there is some sort of moral outrage or they manage to get the Super Yacht Marina approved and funded The Sue will be full of chicas dedicated to taking monger dick until time immortal. Mr. GoGo's Sue is not my Sue, but that doesn't matter to me. I like my Sue just as it is. But I digress. Mr. GoGo tells me the white women from Santiago tend to be very popular and will go for premium especially on a Friday and Saturday night.

Back to Merengue, We survey the place. And decide to post up where I can see the TV and watch the game. We are right next to the window so we can see the street action also. Mr. GoGo is holding court to a continuing chorus of women coming by to say Hello, kiss his ring (and offer to kiss other body parts I'm sure). In walks a straight chapiadora (Youtube: Chopi Chopi Farruko). But she's my type. Tall, with those 4-inch platform heels, banging body, hair perfect, heavily made up, nails were natural, painted on light blue jeans with the "tears" in the legs, black bustier. We make eye contact but my thought is "that one is expensive. Not interested". I pick my conversation back up with Mr. GoGo. I'm typing on my cellular phone lying to my harem about where I am and what I'm doing, watching the basketball game, and watching the action with the other patrons. Watching people is a lot of fun here in The Sue and I'm having a blast.

The chapiadora keeps moving around dancing in my peripheral vision, chatting with her friends inside the bar and through the window. She's making sure I'm getting a good look at that long lean body without that belly bump, that I find so irritating, so many chicas have here. We keep exchanging glances but I'm still thinking, stuck up and too expensive. A bit later she comes over to me and asks to if she can sit down. The conversation ensues. She's from Santo Domingo, lives in Gazcue with her Mother. Has a kid. And then the thing that blows my mind says she is 29. Like whoa! A body like that after a kid and not worn down yet by The Sue grind. Impressive! She wants a drink. All she wants is a red bull. But I'm still not getting that warm and fuzzy feeling from her, then something clicks. She starts to talk, move and touch me in a very seductive and sensual manner. Different than the chicas that just be grabbing up on ya. It's working. The Cmdr wants to know the price. The Chapiadora gives it to me. Out of my price range and I don't bite. But then I realize that was just an initial offer to test me because she lowers the amount without me saying a word. It's in the Cmdr's price range. Settle my bar bill and we are out.

Out the door and onto the street scene where I'm experiencing disorientation combined with a sense of euphoria that must mean my dopamine pathways are feeling it. It's time for my first moto ride with a chica in The Sue. I mean this is my first moto ride ever. She flags the moto. We are up. We are on. And we are off. And it initially we are off the races. Things are blurred in my peripheral vision. Then we stop. There is problem. The police have stopped traffic for some reason. So, I use the opportunity to feel her up a bit and I like everything I'm touching. The mini traffic jam is resolved and we continue on our way. We roll up to the Europa and make our grand arrival. Just like all other monger / chicas arrivals during the day and that will continue into the night. I pay the driver and we are into the lobby. To front desk, she gives up her cedula and we are off to the room.

Into the room and Chapiadora hits the shower. Comes out in a towel covering her bottom half but her bustier still on. What the what? Must be some false advertising going on is my thoughts. Good thing I'm not a breast man. She lies down crosswise on the bed and says "Dame algo" (Give me something). What the what? "Como?" I say. She says it again. Like what? Is my response. Give me clothes like a dress, give me shoes, give me earrings, give me perfume, where is my gift? Ah nah, the Cmdr got worked in the bar. Houston we have a problem. But I'm standing there alone in the room. Got to handle my business on my own this time. I tell her. I got nothing for ya. She starts in on that again and I'm like let's get started. The sooner we get started the sooner you can get out of here and find someone who has a gift for you. Now, I think I'm going to have a problem with performance out of this one. But I'm wrong. The problem is endurance. She can't take no dick. And she hurting herself because just when I'm about to give her the only gift I have (the gift of leche) she gets tired of the position and wants to change.

After the third time of doing this I ask her what is the problem. She says in English "You're a little thick for me. " I'm like just take it for a little while longer and we will be done". Like I said before, we keep changing positions so go back to doggy. And she does it again. Now, I'm getting irritated with her. She's like, my knees hurt and you are keeping me in these positions for too long. I'm like, you knew I wasn't going to be one of your tiny dick men who bust a nut in 5 minutes. You felt what you were getting into before we left the bar. She's like me let suck you. She sat on edge the bed that had was on the side closest to the wall. I was standing and put my foot between her legs and leaned up against the wall. She put her arm behind my calf, brought her hand up under my thigh, grabbed my dick and leaned in to start sucking. I remember this clearly because I was thinking: "Now this is something you don't see everyday". Well she really starts to put in some work. And I'm thoroughly enjoying myself. As I am getting close I am bracing myself for the interruption. But to my surprise she goes ahead and finishes the job. She spits and is pissed.

She goes into this tirade about taking to long to fuck her, being on Viagra, not giving her my leche quickly enough and because of all that I have to give her 500 more pesos. I tell her it's not going to happen. She is insistent. She tells me "No you have to give me 500 more pesos". I tell her no I am not. I'm going to give you the amount we agreed to and you are going to leave. She's irritated and goes back into the give me something routine. Around and around we go until she finally gets to: "Give me some hair!" I tell her no. I tell her that's my business. That I can no more give her hair than she can give me free pussy. There is a moment of silence. And then the entire energy in the room changes. I've appealed to her inner hustler with the inner hustler of my own. And she asks politely if she can see my hair.

She views my hair and declares the quality is good. And says the prices are good too. But I don't have the length that she wants in inventory right now. She wants me to send her the price list in whatsapp and tells me to contact her when I have the length in stock that she is interested in. I pay her and she leaves my room without incident. Later that night I see her on The Sue strip getting food. We have a laugh. We have exchanged a few messages in whatsapp. I'm waiting for my stock to come in. We will see if she makes a purchase or not.

Fade to black (roll outo music).

[Oakie]

For me its extremely important because after 2-3 days of sex with kevlar coated condoms, it can become very difficult to reach the finish line. LOL! So I need a head monster who can do the job once I whip the condom off. I wonder if they have some sort of health department news program urging girls to do CBJS in the DR. When I first started going 5 years ago, nobody used a condom to give head, now the majority of girls are doing it. Something must have happened to change the game.

That's a distinct possibility.

When I was there in December, there were women street health workers? coming into the usual bars distributing free condoms and lubricant sachets.

I came back with a whole bunch.

[Bravo]

I could be an educational health training for girls. For me a BJ is not a big deal but for many guys it is the main event. I think you have to respect their choice and if this is a show stopper get it resolved in the interview stage. Knowing what is on the menu upfront can make for a good session. No one likes being disappointed.

For me its extremely important because after 2-3 days of sex with kevlar coated condoms, it can become very difficult to reach the finish line. LOL! So I need a head monster who can do the job once I whip the condom off. I wonder if they have some sort of health department news program urging girls to do CBJS in the DR. When I first started going 5 years ago, nobody used a condom to give head, now the majority of girls are doing it. Something must have happened to change the game.

[OldKool]

I could be an educational health training for girls. For me a BJ is not a big deal but for many guys it is the main event. I think you have to respect their choice and if this is a show stopper get it resolved in the interview stage. Knowing what is on the menu upfront can make for a good session. No one likes being disappointed.

On my last trip to Sosua, about 90% of the girls I was with, insisted on CBJ. I don't know what the deal was, it seemed like a conspiracy or a union decision. I never had to ask if they did BBJ in the interview process in past years but after my 5th straight CBJ, it became part of the routine.

[GrownMan1]

On my last trip to Sosua, about 90% of the girls I was with, insisted on CBJ. I don't know what the deal was, it seemed like a conspiracy or a union decision. I never had to ask if they did BBJ in the interview process in past years but after my 5th straight CBJ, it became part of the routine.

I normally don't ask a chica the first time. I just let her know prior to the session, her extra payment depends on her performance. I only ask this one because she was a repeat and didn't look like she was jumping up to give me some head like most of my repeats. I'm really not a head man 1 - 3 minutes is cool with me. But I do reward good attitude initiative and performance. Damn these unions.

[Bravo]

On She said she was so disappointed. I told her now she knows how my dick felt when she said only CBJ. Had you told me that prior you would have never made it back to my room. I told her her sex was good enough to repeat again but not for 2000 pesos and a gift.

On my last trip to Sosua, about 90% of the girls I was with, insisted on CBJ. I don't know what the deal was, it seemed like a conspiracy or a union decision. I never had to ask if they did BBJ in the interview process in past years but after my 5th straight CBJ, it became part of the routine.

[Mr Enternational]

On my last trip I came across a girl I had a session with. I recalled the session being good and I had a her on my repeat list. She is an older fair-skinned Dominican. I will give her about 30 years old. I told her in After 1 if don't see anything I will repeat with her and took her number.

That is a damn sight different than guys running and hiding from chicks who they have previously paid to fuck. I will never understand that one.

[GrownMan1]

On my last trip I came across a girl I had a session with. I recalled the session being good and I had a her on my repeat list. She is an older fair-skinned Dominican. I will give her about 30 years old. I told her in After 1 if don't see anything I will repeat with her and took her number. Well I came across something so I saw her the next day. I decided to give her a session. I remember her being laid back and appreciative. She talked about the beautiful dresses I gave her. I told her my payments are the same. 1000 Pesos and if there's no problem 1500. If you are good you get to 1500 plus and gift. She remembered and we were off. Nice body as always and she really turned me on. I asked her for a BJ and she said only with a condom. I told her I do not want a CBJ. She then replied it's to protect the both of us. I told her I respect her and understood so she can keep her BJ. Then I said to myself how the hell did I put her on my repeat list and she doesn't give BBBJ. We jump into the session and it was good. I mean she was very tight however she did not fight me. She wanted to kiss but I'm in sosua. Nice solid 8 1/2 as far as the sex goes we put in work. When it was time to leave I gave her two thousand pesos. She then asked me did I have any of those beautiful dresses. I told her yes however I don't give dresses to females who refused to give me everything I want. She said she was so disappointed. I told her now she knows how my dick felt when she said only CBJ. Had you told me that prior you would have never made it back to my room. I told her her sex was good enough to repeat again but not for 2000 pesos and a gift.

[Eszpresszo]

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[SubCmdr]

I walk up to the counter, and every immigration station has a brand new samsung camera pointed at the agent, and shure microphone mounted on the counter. I wanted to take a picture, but taking photos in ANY customs hall is unwise, and get you some nice bracelets.

I guess that's the end for agents passing notes to incoming mongers asking for a propina or regalo.

Excellent information Mr. ReadyToGetOnIt. Much prefered to the posts from critics with no trips reports but who have something to say about the people who have filed them.

Personally I get tired of the non trip reports bullshit discussion in the SOSUA REPORTS thread.

We need a thread called, "I don't have any trip reports, but my opinion on other stupid shit is more important! .

There is a long list of posters here that would love that section. We all know who needs to post there. You are senior member why don't you start it on their behalf?

[Quagmire1974]

Forgot to mention. I almost died laughing when I hit immigration at POP. I saw a sign on the wall and between the pictures and my limited spanish, I figured that it says that you are not to pay immigration officers any money.

Then I walk up to the counter, and every immigration station has a brand new samsung camera pointed at the agent, and shure microphone mounted on the counter. I wanted to take a picture, but taking photos in ANY customs hall is unwise, and get you some nice bracelets.

I guess that's the end for agents passing notes to incoming mongers asking for a propina or regalo. It happened to me about 2 years ago but I kept my composure because someone forewarned this board that it was happening. So to whoever wrote that, thanks. And for everyone else. You can rest assured that there is just one less place you'll get fucked after you touch down. Jaja.

I hit Sosua in April 2015. I heard in advance how rough Immigration and Customs officials were at POP with mongers and tourists, so I looked into alternatives. I flew round-trip to Santiago (STI) via American Airlines and saved about $300 on the airfare by not flying round-trip into POP. A taxi from STI to Sosua was $90 and took an hour. Immigration and Customs were so laid-back at STI it was almost as if they weren't there.

[ReadyToGetOnIt]

Forgot to mention. I almost died laughing when I hit immigration at POP. I saw a sign on the wall and between the pictures and my limited spanish, I figured that it says that you are not to pay immigration officers any money.

Then I walk up to the counter, and every immigration station has a brand new samsung camera pointed at the agent, and shure microphone mounted on the counter. I wanted to take a picture, but taking photos in ANY customs hall is unwise, and get you some nice bracelets.

I guess that's the end for agents passing notes to incoming mongers asking for a propina or regalo. It happened to me about 2 years ago but I kept my composure because someone forewarned this board that it was happening. So to whoever wrote that, thanks. And for everyone else. You can rest assured that there is just one less place you'll get fucked after you touch down. Jaja.