[MF] Cancun Hookers

I’m in my late 20’s and I recently came into enough cash that will see me through comfortably, unless I get really stupid. Of course, being stupid may be part of the reason that brought me to write a Gone Wild story. I come from humble beginnings and my boys and I always talked about how if one of us came good we’d all look out for one another. That responsibility has fell on me. I didn’t tell my boys too much, all I asked was who was down for Cancun. When I figured out who wanted to go we set up a separate group on messenger and I told my boys all they have to do is worry about their spending money and I’ll take care of the rest. Messenger before the trip was full of usual guy chat and bravado. Everyone talking about how many sluts they are gonna fuck. We rocked up in Cancun on first class flights and had a good hotel right in the main party area. I got everyone their own room so they could all bring girls back without worrying about if the room would be free or not. As you can imagine everyone was ecstatic and drunk af before we even made it into Mexican airspace.

We got to Cancun pretty early from our morning flight and headed straight out to a bunch of bars and basically anywhere that sells alcohol. Since we had been drinking since 7am our group of 7 dwindled down to just me and my main guy Ricky. We grew up together in the same neighbourhood. All the other guys had went back to the hotel room to sleep it off or to get some food. Rick and I had bought a few bottles to take back to the hotel and were stumbling around look for a Pizza Hut. Could we find one? Fuck no. We hopped in a cab and told the guy to take us to a Hut. It resulted in the driver taking us off the island and into Downtown Cancun passing some sketchy af neighbourhoods on the way. I was sure he was taking us for a ride in more way than one but I was too drunk to care. If this dude got me my pizza hut without being kidnapped by the Sinaloa Cartel then it was good enough for me. As the landscape got grimier and I was thinking my fate was rapidly changing from pizza to hostage negotiation we pulled up outside a Pizza Hut. On the way back to the hotel Ricky started asking the driver where all the hot girls hang out. This immediately got the driver excited. Telling us he would take us to girls right now. Fuck no! I got a pizza to eat dude. Ricky was naïve. I knew what the driver meant though. We were just getting back onto the hotel zone island, there was no way I was risking the safety of my pizza by taking it back into downtown to visit some sketchy brothel. To get the cabbie to drop it, I told him “maybe later.” Outside the hotel I was prepared for a good old fashioned Mexican rip off for the cab fare but the guy was refusing to give us a price. All he kept saying was to make sure we call him when we want to meet girls or go back to Pizza Hut while trying to give me his card. Ricky took his card and stepped out. I wasn’t planning on calling this guy back and felt bad that he wasn’t taking cash so I gave him the first note I could find, a ten dollar bill and a bunch of Mexican coins. That was that. Never to be seen again.

After the pizza I was planning to crash out for a while so I could be fresh for the next round of partying with the boys later that night, but Ricky was in my room, we had sobered up a little and caught a second wind. We started drinking again and once the music was playing on the Bluetooth speaker we were pretty much ready to go out again. Not really knowing where to go and because this trip was all done on short notice without research we went down to the hotel bar while we figured out where else to go. It was only the two of us, we couldn’t get a hold of the other guys. Most likely all sleeping. We ended up hanging around down there at around 8pm, swiping on Tinder trying to get a couple of chicks for the night. It wasn’t happening. Too early. Next thing Rick was squinting at this cab drivers card inputting his number. I thought he was nuts, but I wasn’t about to let him go Downtown on his own. He won’t make it back. Plus, I was ready for that exhilarating feeling from the danger of potentially becoming a tool for a ransom ploy again. Our driver Pepe was outside the hotel within 3 minutes leaving no time to back out. He pretty much rolled out the red carpet for us, holding the door open to his tiny Nissan cab. He started driving, told us he will get us the best girls in all of Mexico, then stopped again. “Ok lets go.” It was comical. Literally 10 seconds in the car from the hotel to this place he was taking us. One block over. We could have walked. “You’re going to the “The Pleasure Principle” guys best girls in all of Mexico.” Yes you said that already Pepe. We were taken down an alleyway from the main road, to a building behind a strip mall. The ambiance went from busy and happening to deserted in the space off 100ft.

We went into a non descript building that looked like it could have been the back door entrance to one of the stores out front. Inside I was pleasantly surprised. It was more like a boutique hotel than a shady brothel. Pepe and the receptionist spoke in Spanish and Pepe got a stack of commission for taking us there. A multiple of what he’d make on a night in his cab. I told the woman I would be paying for both and she signalled another girl to lead Ricky away. She hit me with a price tag of $600 each talking about how $1200 would get us this and that. If I was sober I would have paid without a fight but I was drunk and the street kid was coming out in me. In the end she took $500 for both of us. Talk about tourist tax. She took me to a room and told me girls would come and introduce themselves, then I have to tell her who I want. It all seemed a bit mechanical to me. These girls were coming in, sexy lingerie, the works, but not really doing it for me. Until the last one came in. She told me her name was Amber. A little 5 foot nada pocket rocket with black hair all the way down her back, a rockin bod and a nice little pair of 34ds that went well with her size. She didn’t have all this fancy lingerie on like the other girls. A patterned white bra and a white thong that didn’t leave much to the imagination. She spoke to me in English too.

I made my choice and was taken to another room with my girl. What the fuck do I do? Sit on a chair? That seems like a good idea. Fuck did I feel awkward. She came over and sat right on my knee wrapping her arm around me. She started kissing my face and neck while rubbing my cock over my pants. “What do you want to do baby?” she asked me. I don’t know girl, I haven’t had a chance to think about this I thought to myself. I went from hotel bar to hooker on lap in 3 minutes flat. She handled it like a real pro. Unbuckled her bra, buried my face in her titties, put her hands in my pants and started tugging at my cock. Her next move was to fully straddle me and grind her pussy against my cock. She seductively slid down off me and onto her knees. She pulled down my pants and proceeded to give me the best head I’ve ever had. She went to work on my cock. Licking the shaft, sucking, making a wet mess out of it like it’s the last cock she’ll ever taste. She must have felt me pulsating in her mouth. She got up, handed me a rubber, took her thong off, lay flat on the bed and spread her legs as wide as they would go and started playing with herself. She had the prettiest, wet pussy. I got up took my t-shirt and sneakers off, put the rubber on and lined up. I stayed on my feet while I stuffed her tight hole.

After a couple of minutes of pounding her like that I picked her up. She wrapped her legs around me and bounced up and down on my cock while I let a finger rub over her asshole. This rubber combined with my drunk ass wasn’t helping me cum so I laid her back down flat on the bed, took the rubber off and then got over the top of her. I pushed my cock against her face while my balls straddled her juicy lips. I started dipping the head of my cock between her lips going further and further every time until I was balls deep in her throat and she was choking on me. She grabbed my ass cheeks with both hands and guided me in and out of her mouth. Then I was thrusting harder and harder fucking her face in missionary. My cock was a sloppy mess. Her hands reached up to grab my forearms I used to support myself. She dug her nails in as I pounded her mouth, going like an animal as I filled her mouth with my cum. She grabbed my cock and rubbed it against her face, milking every last drop out of me while the rest of my cum from her mouth dribbled down her chin.

We both wiped ourselves down. She told me we still have time left but if I want to fuck again I would have to tip her. At this point I was pretty exhausted from the long day of travel and drinking and didn’t need to cum again. She admitted to me her real name was not Amber but Ariela. She even admitted some of the tricks that they use. Some times she has to use the name of another girl when a customer books a specific girl and she isn’t available. They get ones who look similar to step in. Also said if I wanted she can come to my hotel that way she doesn’t split her earnings with the house. Ricky was so buzzed from his experience he didn’t shut up about it. I think I made that guys year. I actually told Ariela to come out to the club with us a night later. I never did pay her but she brought some friends and they drank, partied and ate for free for a couple of days.

And that is the story of how I met my Latina wife.

I’m joking. I also changed the name because this girl probably still works there and could find herself in trouble.

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