My brazilian whore
by dwb
Today I found another old photo on my computer that made me laugh. I’ll share the story with you because it’s a funny one.
I was in Brazil with a couple of world class whore mongers two years ago and we ended up in the north in a place called Itapua, which is near Salvador. We were chilling out on the beach one day, drinking up a storm, soaking in the sun and flirting with the girls as they walked by. All locals. We were the only tourists on this beach. It was great.
The girl in the photo was hanging out with us and eventually we ended up back in my room and my raw cock inside of her. Every time she made me cum, she would get me hard again, then get me off, again. She literally drained my balls for two days. We ordered room service when we got hungry, and fucked until we could not fuck anymore. It was glorious.
My Portuguese is limited so I really didn’t know what she was going on about once she started speaking quickly, but on day three, she wanted to go out that night, and that was fine with me. To be honest, I couldn’t fuck anymore.
That night we go out and she keeps trying to take us somewhere in this little town. One road led to another and we ended up in a fairly slummy part of town. Having already been mugged in this town, I was little uneasy, but went along like a moron anyway.
As we got closer, I noticed we were walking up to a whore house. A big one. It had two floors, loud music and photos all over the outside to showcase the girls inside. My girl runs up to the front and points to the largest photo in the group, it is her.
Shit.
My girl, the one I had been raw dogging for two days straight, was the main whore in the entire whore house. She had the biggest photo outside and was apparently the star attraction.
If you’ve ever had one of those “what the fuck have I done” moments, then you know exactly what was going through my head. I had been banging the biggest whore in the entire city without a rubber.
I guess I met her during a holiday, because I never saw her again after that night. All I have to remember her by is this photo, a receipt for Cipro and Zithromax, and the fond memory of drippy dick.