Sex is the Best Way to Learn About Other Cultures. - Chapter 3

“Buena chica.” (Good girl)

“Mmm… Ahh…”

In a closed room, about the size of three tatami mats, my erect p3nis was being sucked.

Once again, my partner was an extraordinary beauty.

She had medium-long, curly black hair and was easily over 175cm tall.

Her black eyes, unlike those of Asians, looked up at me, and with a seductive expression that truly embodied the word “sexy,” she massaged my p3nis with her soft lips.

She had healthy, tanned skin, a big butt, a slim waist, and huge br3asts, a typical South American body.

She reminded me of Amanda, the American truck driver I’d encountered before. While Amanda’s wild, dynamic blowjob had been raw and unbridled, this South American beauty’s technique was commercially refined to perfection.

And that was no surprise,

“Muy grande.” (You’re so big)

I was in a brothel in Colombia, South America.

After being released by the father and daughter in a Panamanian port town, I hitchhiked along a main road near the border and arrived in Medellín, a city in Colombia.

The man who gave me a ride in the back of his truck was a generous man, but perhaps typical of South America, he had a rather rough personality and dropped me off on the side of the road in a quiet suburban area rather than in the city center.

It was past nine o’clock at night.

With no sense of the area and unable to communicate, I had no hope of finding lodging. Just as I felt utterly lost, I encountered this woman—Amelia.

Central and South America generally have worse security than North America.

I knew this intellectually, but exhausted from my long journey and overwhelmed by Amelia’s bewitching charm, I found myself stepping into a brothel room without hesitation.

The motel-like building hidden in an alleyway consisted of a monotonous space with narrow rooms lined up in orderly rows.

Inside, several prostitutes and customers were spread out, and the sounds of passionate s3x echoed through the open space, where doors and walls were almost meaningless.

By the time I realized this was a brothel, I’d already been forcibly pushed into a private room.

If I tried to leave now, I’d probably attract the attention of scary-looking men lurking in the back.

In that case, I figured it’d be better to pay for a night here.

I didn’t know if there were any hotels nearby, and even if there were, I couldn’t guarantee they’d have rooms available tonight.

Without a place to stay, I’d end up thrown back onto those dangerous night streets again, with no way to ensure my safety this time.

So really, paying for a night with this South American beauty seemed like the absolute best option.

But…

“Six hundred thousand Colombian Pesos?!”

When I heard the nightly rate, I nearly jumped out of my skin. The number was clearly too high. I thought paying that amount would leave me completely broke, but then…

“Two hundred dollars?”

Hearing the price in US currency, I let out a relieved sigh.

The exchange rate varied wildly depending on the currency. Come to think of it, the Argentine Peso had a similar rate. I handed Amelia two hundred-dollar bills in cash.

(Wait, isn’t this actually quite expensive?)

The magic of exchange rates had initially deceived me, but upon sober reflection, two hundred dollars was indeed a substantial expense.

Of course, I would never have the chance to have s3x with such a busty South American beauty in Japan, but twenty thousand yen was too much to spend the night in such a cramped room.

However,

“Ah…”

Once Amelia began giving me a blowjob, none of that mattered anymore.

Her strokes were deep, her tongue fierce.

The professional technique, clearly different from any woman I’d known before, made me ejaculate in no time.

“Oh!”

A torrent of semen erupted from me with terrifying force.

As I surrendered to the pleasure of the release coursing through my urethra, I found myself covering the South American beauty before me in a matter of moments.

“Muchos…” (A huge amount

Amelia exclaimed in Spanish, but didn’t seem to mind.

She didn’t care if her shiny black hair was covered in semen or if her shirt got dirty.

She’s a true professional.

She smiled serenely, as if this were a daily occurrence.

But.

“Two hundred dollars.”

“Huh?”

The hand she offered me left me utterly bewildered. I’d just paid her, hadn’t I? Which meant…

“Two hundred dollars per ejaculation?”

At this point, I finally grasped the gravity of the situation.

In other words, every time Amelia made cum, I’d have to pay her two hundred dollars in cash.

I’m not so old that I won’t be able to get an erection after just one ejaculation.

I’m sure every time I get an erection, she gives my p3nis an incredible amount of pleasure and makes me ejaculate.

I’d pay her two hundred each time, and by dawn, both my wallet and my seed would be completely drained.

A rip-off?

No, actually, considering she’d keep letting me cum after each payment, this was relatively reasonable.

The real problem was that, faced with this busty beauty before me, I felt capable of ejaculating multiple times.

In all my previous sexual encounters, I’d easily surpassed double-digit ejaculations.

And those were against ordinary people.

Against a professional, who knows how many times they could milk me?

Simple math: 37 ejaculations would leave me completely broke.

While 37 seems unrealistic, I suspect I could manage 20.

That means I’d lose 400,000 yen in one night – enough to abandon my world travel plans.

I refuse to let that happen.

Yet fleeing mid-session would surely get me caught by the staff, and I lack confidence in enduring a pro’s blowjob indefinitely.

“Empecemos.” (Okay, let’s continue)

Amelia plucked two hundred-dollar bills from my wallet and resumed sucking on my c0ck.

Her vigorous blowjob, using both tongue and hands, made me hard again. Still, having already come once, I managed to last about ten minutes. But when she pushed up her shirt to reveal her monstrous br3asts, my resolve crumbled instantly.

“Ahhh!!”

Once more, I covered Amelia in semen.

This time, she caught my ejaculation on her tongue and swallowed it with a seductive look on her face.

Her br3asts were nothing short of magnificent, the very embodiment of a Western porn star’s assets.

Her huge br3asts were firm and huge.

Tanned skin.

Pink n1pples.

With something like that sandwiching me, I’ll soon cum for the third time…

“Ahh–”

She must have known about my shallow desires. She sandwiched my p3nis between her huge br3asts, and began to give me a furious b00b job.

At this point, it was all over.

I was helplessly ravaged by her cleavage, which felt as good as a pvssy.

Next came a handjob with her huge ass.

Then she licked my assh0le.

She licked my balls.

Using all sorts of professional tactics, she milked my money and semen again and again.

(That’s not good!)

Trapped between those overripe mounds, watching my glans repeatedly emerge as I struggled, I resolved to hold back my climax at all costs.

“Ahhh…”

Even if her huge tits squeezed my c0ck,

“That’s dangerous…”

Even if her palms kneaded my head,

“Th-that spot…”

Even if she focused on my underside with a titty fvck blowjob,

“Going too far…”

Even if her tongue rolled my balls,

“Too good…”

Even if her soft pvssy surface massaged my c0ck,

“Ahhh!”

Even if her lightning-fast handjob made my c0ck feel good to the limit, I refuse to ejaculate.

No, I’d long since reached that limit.

Exposed to waves of ecstasy that threatened to make me lose consciousness, my mind went completely blank.

I never imagined holding back my orgasm could be this agonizing.

Normally, I’d have come five times by now.

But I fought against that primal urge, repeatedly, pushing back the overflowing pleasure signals until they threatened to burst through my spine.

As a result,

“Wow!”

My c0ck had swollen to impossible proportions, standing so high it seemed ready to burst through my skin.

Never in my life had I been this hard.

Of course, it was only 1.1 times my usual size, but the painfully engorged p3nis went beyond arousal – it hurt.

A single breath on my glans would probably make me come.

That’s how far I’d stretched my orgasm. I had no idea what strange changes this might cause in my body from now on.

After being stimulated with impossible amounts of pleasure, I could feel my balls swelling painfully.

“Ms. Amelia…”

I wanted to tell her, Just let me cum with your hands

But the moment I opened my mouth, the dam of pleasure between my legs catastrophically broke.

“Ah… Ahh…”

It felt like my first ejaculation ever.

An indescribable sensation surged up from my abdomen through my urethra, filling me with primal anxiety.

This tube had never carried anything but urine before, yet now something heavier than liquid was welling up from some mysterious place.

My first ejaculation happened when I was in fifth grade.

I’d found a porn magazine (not particularly explicit by adult standards) by the riverbank on my way home from school. As I stared raptly at the pages, my crotch suddenly itched. Panicking, I accidentally jerked my hips and came without warning.

At the time, I didn’t know what it was, and I couldn’t consult my parents or friends about it because I had an erotic magazine. In the end, I left that memory behind at the riverside, along with the magazine stained by the mysterious liquid that had come from me.

The guilt of having done something wrong.

That was all that was burned into my mind.

But every time I remembered it, I recall how my crotch would start itching for some reason.

It wasn’t until two or three years later that I learned this was called ejaculation, something all boys experience during puberty. The fact that the magazine I used at the time happened to be a Western pin-up might have something to do with this trip.

Now, back to the story.

The semen surging up my urethra burst forth through my urethral opening, escaping into the outside world.

The sensation felt somewhere between shooting out and simply overflowing.

It did come out forcefully, but instead of a pinpoint spray like a water pistol, it was more like a scatter-shot release covering the entire area.

Yet the pleasure never disperses. As the volume of my release increases, so too does the propagation of pleasure throughout my entire body.

Ah, this is just like that time with the erotic magazine.

The moment I unleashed my semen toward Amelia, memories from that past experience flooded back.

But the magnitude of this pleasure dwarfs anything from that earlier encounter. Honestly, it’s narcotic-like. I’ve never tried illegal substances, but instinctively I know this euphoria mirrors the thrill of illicit drugs.

“Aah, aah…!”

When I finally released my last shot, I nearly fainted – no exaggeration.

Every last drop of semen from my testicles erupted forth in a torrential release.

The five-times delayed ejaculation transformed into quintuple pleasure, overwhelming my manhood.

The expelled semen didn’t reflect this intensity through volume, but through sheer concentration.

This was no ordinary release.

A thick, viscous, and heavy dose of super-concentrated semen—amplified in every aspect—slammed directly onto the face of the South American beauty with her explosive br3asts.

“Muy oscuro…” (How strong…)

Amelia was clearly confused by the ejaculation.

The ejaculation that came out was clearly different from the previous one. It’s not surprising that she wondered what was going on.

But more than that, she seemed confused by the change that had befallen her.

She picked up customers in the back alleys and made them ejaculate.

This must be an everyday occurrence for her.

She would bring in some sucker who looked like they had money as usual, and make them ejaculate as much as they had with their money using her proud technique.

They probably didn’t even have s3x with their clients.

With skills like hers, making men climax was child’s play.

So why risk pregnancy with actual intercourse?

There was no condom to be found in this room, and if you listen carefully to the sounds of s3x coming from the next room, you can only hear the man moaning in pleasure. This is because this brothel was not built with s3x in mind.

“Come on, JAP.”

Amelia taunts me with these words, thrusting her hips backward.

Her exposed pvssy is turned toward me.

She’s on all fours on the bed that occupies more than half of the cramped room, her hands pressed against the flimsy wall.

“Real s3x… is that OK?”

In a back-alley brothel that’s clearly operating illegally, there’s no law about whether to follow through or not.

However, to her, who seemed to think of men as nothing more than tools for ejaculating–this was just my own speculation–her choice seemed extremely strange.

“…I’m going in.”

But it would be shameful for a man not to eat the food that was set out for him. I thrust my still-erect p3nis vigorously into her pink pvssy

“AHHH!!”

The moment I entered, an incredibly shrill moan echoes through the room.

Amelia’s pvssy is truly a masterpiece – the way her folds cling to me and the perfect tightness are absolutely exquisite. Thanks to the bounce of her massive ass, I’m able to insert my c0ck almost all the way to the base.

“Amelia’s cervix feels so good…”

As the tip of my glans was caught by her cervix, I couldn’t help but let out a pathetic cry.

The pvssy of Latin American women was the best after all.

The pvssy of a Colombian woman felt so good my p3nis almost melted.

“Ah! AHH!!”

I start pistoning away in the doggy style position.

She’s on all fours, but since the bed is lower than the floor, I remain standing while thrusting.

“Amazing! s3x with a South American beauty with huge br3asts and a big ass is the best!”

I kept thrusting into Amelia from behind, groaning in pleasure as her folds of flesh wrapped around me.

Her pvssy was a masterpiece, but her big ass was incredibly elastic. Every time I slammed my hips into her, it pushed back, shaking wildly.

“AHHH!”

Still in the doggy position, I seized her explosive br3asts with both hands. She responded by tightening her inner muscles even more. The overflowing mounds couldn’t be contained by my palms alone – I kneaded them vigorously while pinching her hardened n1pples between my fingers, employing every technique I’d learned.

This trip had taught me some basics of handling women.

Of course, I’m still a virgin, so I’m only a little older, but I’m slowly starting to understand how to play with a woman’s n1pples to make them tighter and harder.

“¡Dios mio!” (Ah! No!)

When I thrust my hips while pinching both n1pples, her large back arched like a bow.

I couldn’t tell if this was genuine pleasure or just a practiced act, but the sight of her high-pitched moans and contorted form was so beautiful that I momentarily forgot she was a prostitute.

“Amelia, we’re just getting started!”

If I were paying 20,000 yen per orgasm, I’d be losing out big time if I didn’t enjoy myself.

Fortunately, after my earlier “endurance” training, I was gradually figuring out how to delay my climax.

“¡Dios mio! ¡Dios mio!”

As I saw Amelia putting her hands on the wall and clearly starting to get aroused, I also got fired up.

She was a professional. Even though I knew acting pleasure came naturally to her, witnessing her display such seductive beauty made me even more determined not to come until I’d brought her to orgasm.

“¡Eres increible!” (You’re amazing!)

For the next hour, I kept thrusting into her from behind.

Along the way, Amelia let out high-pitched moans and screamed something in Spanish. But since I didn’t know the Spanish word for “orgasm,” I had no idea if she’d come or not. So I kept up my stamina-sapping pistons, relying on my newly learned self-control.

Throughout this, my c0ck was squeezed repeatedly by her pvssy over a dozen times, but I kept thrusting deeper inside her, refusing to yield.

How did I end up in this situation?

“¡Por dios! ¡Por dios!” (Oh! This Jap is amazing!)

I found myself having s3x with five women in rapid succession.

After an hour of doggy-style action, Amelia finally came and was now contacting someone through an internal phone line.

I thought that maybe I would be surrounded by scary guys because we had actually done it, and even cummed inside her, but the person who came into the room was a beautiful blonde with the same big br3asts and big ass.

Jessica, the blonde who took Amelia’s place, began sucking my c0ck just like her predecessor, trying repeatedly to make me cum.

The professional technique felt amazing, but my trained ability to hold back meant no stimulation outside of pvssy play could break through anymore.

As a result,

“¡No me digas!”  (I can’t believe this!)

Just like Amelia, the blonde Jessica ended up being penetrated from behind by me.

After an hour of endurance s3x, Jessica also called for help, and this time a busty beauty with a piercing in her belly button and full body tattoos came out.

“¡Por dios! Eres increible!” (By God! You’re incredible!)

She looked terrifying at first, but ultimately ended up moaning high-pitched cries during our coupling.

This pattern repeated five times.

Including Amelia, I’d now had s3x with six women.

Amelia had been three times, while the others each received one round of cum inside them.

Even if I only came inside the first five, Amelia, three times.

Still, that totaled eight ejaculations.

I’d end up paying one hundred thousand yen to this brothel.

The frenzied feast with these buxom beauties felt otherworldly in its pleasure, but facing the bill brought waves of regret.

I’d been having s3x with this many women every time I changed countries, so even though my body held up, my wallet was empty.

But,

“Huh?”

As I was about to pay, Amelia handed my hand back.

I don’t need money. Her refreshing smile told me that.

But why?

They were doing this for business.

They were doing it to make money.

Otherwise, there’s no way they’d have s3x with such an unremarkable Asian.

Faced with my confusion, all the women who’d slept with me last night escorted me to the door.

This was truly extraordinary treatment for a single customer.

“It’s too bright…”

The sunlight in South America was already intense in the morning. After spending the entire night having nonstop s3x, the light was almost blinding.

“It was good to be a prostitute.”

In English, not Spanish. They were probably trying to make it clear to me, an Asian man, by stumbling through a foreign language.

I didn’t immediately understand the meaning, but since they all wore uniformly refreshed expressions, I thought it couldn’t possibly be bad.

Later, when I looked up the meaning, I roughly understood it to mean:

I’m glad I became a prostitute.

I didn’t understand what they meant, but I honestly thought that a woman who can take pride in her work, whatever her occupation, is cool.

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Day 30-31: Columbia Border – Medellin – José María Córdoba International Airport

Distance Traveled: 552 km (Total for Central and South America: 1,305 km)

Means of Travel: Hitchhiking

Total Funds: $7,706

Expenses:

Columbia Tourist Visa (90 days) – $0

Breakfast provided by brothel – $0

Brothel fees (6 women) – $0

Airplane ticket to London – $1,016

Remaining Funds: $6,690

Central and South America Summary:

Duration: 9 days

Route:

Juan Santa María International Airport → San José city center → Coron → Columbia border → Medellin → José María Córdoba International Airport (Total distance traveled: 1,305 km)

Funds upon entering Costa Rica:

$8,382 (+803,567 yen)

Funds upon exiting Columbia:

$6,690

White women Daisuke encountered in Central and South America:

Diana Socías (29)

Mia Armenta (17)

Amelia Olivárez (26)

Jessica Clayton (27)

Camila Mardones (29)

Mireia Álvarez (21)

Juana Lucientes (23)

Lucía Riazuelo (24)

Total: 8 women