Trip to Brasilia

It happened about five years ago. I went to a hotel in Brasilia, and this time I went alone, Valdo couldn't follow me, so I couldn't venture, because I'm afraid of some crazy guys who think just because I'm a whore, I have to be hurt. Congress started on a Wednesday, but I arrived Tuesday morning. I stayed at the same hotel where the convention would be, and as soon as I got there I changed clothes and went out into town with a taxi driver. I used to wear jeans and a white regatta shirt, shoes and a mesh tied to my pants. Cards and money in his pocket, and in his hand only the camera. I met some sights in the city and during the tour the taxi driver sang to me in disguise and I made myself indifferent. After seeing Niemeyer's works, I told him I wanted to go to some mall in town. Just in case, I'd already sent the driver's license plate and characteristics by text to Valdo. The taxi driver was a handsome, dark, goatee, carioca, 1m75 or so. I did some shopping at the mall and as soon as I got to the hotel, I asked him to go upstairs with my groceries because the rest of his money was upstairs. The hotel staff said they could load the groceries, but I said I still had to give the driver the rest of the money, and I was in the room. I went out front and as soon as we entered the room I closed the door. He put the bags on the couch and I gave him the rest of the money. We agreed that he would take me to the airport on Friday and, after our negotiations and before he left the room, I took off his shirt and since I don't wear bras, he was a little muck when he saw my breasts. Without taking my eyes off his, I started taking off my jeans and in that case it's impossible not to wear panties, I put my panties on in front of him and said he'd been singing to me all day, that he had provoked my libido, that I was about to explode from so horny and taking off my panties, and I lay on the bed and exposed my pussy to him. I admit, I thought he was gonna run away, but he still dressed on his knees and started sucking me pretty good. That man sucked me like a few have sucked me to this day, and praised the taste of my enjoyment. I gave him a condom and turned around on all fours. He came in the back and started shoving it up my pussy making me come again. He came, went to the bathroom and told me that I was very hot, and that next time he wanted to get sucked and also eat my ass. I gave him a malicious smile and he left. I showered, put on a bikini and went to the hotel pool that is on the roof, and that stays open 24 hours a day. It was a night of unbearable heat, too dry air. I wore a transparent gown, got a magazine and there I was, the cabbie had been good, but I wanted more sex. Some men had already arrived for such a convention and many drank in the pool bar. I got wet just to imagine that some there looked at me and desired me. I sat in a slush and asked for only one water while reading my magazine. Ask me what the magazine was? I can't imagine. That was just a pretext. Some men there were my acquaintances and I confess I felt a little insecure. I wanted sex, but I didn't want exposure. I ended up drinking the water and went down to my room, not without having been approached by Renato, a high executive of a mutiny and who had been singing to me for a long time. As I always have my hair stuck, he told me I looked beautiful with my hair loose. Just smile and come down. I was already throwing the night away when my phone rang and Renato was again inviting me to dinner. I tried to decline the invitation, but he was insistent and I ended up accepting it. Renato is a very beautiful man, but I didn't want to confuse things. I dressed up pretty good, hair loose, dress, makeup to the right extent, since I had accepted the proposal, I really wanted to do it. He was waiting for me at the bar at the hotel restaurant and we stayed there for about 30 minutes, until he told me that we'd have dinner somewhere else. The man when he wants to conquer is capable of anything, and our dinner was served in the penthouse near the pool. I don't remember what was served, but being there courted made me feel special, unusual. In this hotel there is a kind of balcony where you can see all of Brasilia and in that place I ended up allowing myself to be kissed by that man. To shorten the story, we went down to his room and ended up having sex. It was good, but I really like being treated like a whore. He proposed we sleep together that night, but I got dressed and went to my room. He had sucked me, fucked me up, I sucked him with taste, after all the guy had a nice dick, but I was missing something, something that made me feel female. I don't like passions. I don't want to love anyone. It just gets in the way of anyone's life. I needed to sleep, but I couldn't. She was naked and sometimes she touched me, wanted unlimited sex. I wore a loose dress and went down to the lobby of the hotel, but as I entered the elevator, the lifter aroused my attention. I asked where there was a movie theater nearby, who knows in the movies I couldn't get someone to eat my ass, I knew that's what I was missing, and the lifter answered me that at the hotel itself there was a movie and that the last session started at midnight. I told him I doubted that in that theater I would get what I was looking for. The boy almost jumped off that bench and said he could fix me what I was looking for, and I said I wanted two of what he could fix me up with, and then I went back to my room and a half an hour later he rang the doorbell and the lifter, who was on break for supper, came into my room with another boy I discovered later working in the laundry. I answered the naked door in fur and then yes I was treated like a whore like I should be, I was eaten in the pussy, I sucked a lot of dick while I was punched in the ass, they dp on me (a-do-ro), I drank warm milk, they opened my pussy and ass with their fingers and stuck their cocks with taste, no courtship, no wonder, bitch, just whore in the hand of two young guys who know how to recognize what a woman likes: sex without limits. The next day, there I was, dressed as an exeutive who I'm facing three long, boring days of congress, but had a lot more, it's for the next story.