Orgy with the best escorts in Barcelona

We wanted to have a good time—a really good time… and we wanted to have an orgy with escorts. That day I’d made plans with my friends; I was pretty fed up and burned out from a relationship that had ended very recently, and the others were into their “friends-with-benefits” flings, you know how it is—the one who never settles is the other one… she wants to party, and at clubs, hooking up and getting laid can be complicated sometimes; it’s best to make decisions that don’t complicate things for anyone.

We had arranged via WhatsApp to meet at a club in Barcelona to celebrate my bachelor party. We had never been together to a place like that before—where you meet escorts and can enjoy no-strings-attached sex without any regrets.

We arrived at the place and were shown into a small room, where they explained how everything worked. The idea was that a group of escorts would be introduced to you, and you would choose one of them and rent a room to spend time with her.

The escort introduction began. The room was small, and the four of us were all curious to see how things would go with this whole situation. Each young woman greeted us by saying her name and kissing us; about fifteen of them came by—I can only remember one other time, at a wedding, when I gave out so many kisses!

The election was a total mess—what with the boobs, the butt, the pout, and so on…

The receptionist came over and asked us what we were looking for; we asked her for more information about some of the escorts, and she described the skills of the women we were interested in.

When it came time to decide how long we wanted to stay, he asked us, “Wouldn’t you all like to stay in the same room?” “Well,” we said, “is that possible?” “Sure,” he replied. “We have a room with a bed that’s three by three and a sofa that’s about four meters long. Would you like to see it?”

We walked her down a softly lit hallway; along the way, we could see some of the unoccupied suites, which were tastefully decorated in themed styles. We arrived at a room called Envelat, a suite measuring about 30 or 40 meters—it was impressive to think of what we could do there: all of us together in an orgy—what a fantastic vibe! She also offered us an adjoining room in case anyone got cold feet about the whole thing.

And of course, that made us jealous, so we decided to go all out and stay as a family in that shared bed. After sorting out the time and money, we ordered some drinks, and the beauties each of us had chosen started arriving—a busty stunner, a Nordic girl, the mixed-race girl, and the Catalan girl. Amid giggles and banter, they started undressing themselves and us, ending up in the shower with the escorts dancing the mambo (pair by pair—we couldn’t all fit in), and they played with the soap, massaging every single part… What a spectacular foam show that was!… so we all left already turned on…

The truth is, I had a hard time focusing with all those tits, asses, and dicks around… but the young lady with me spoke French perfectly, so I ignored the rest of the crowd and focused on enjoying the sex without holding back—the busty girl was right there, the mulatto girl’s gorgeous ass was moving in front of me, being ridden by one of my friends, and so on…But… what about the Catalan girl?… She’d slipped away with one of my friends to the adjoining suite—what a slut!

In the second round, we decided to switch things up, and since the busty girl was already taken, I picked the Nordic girl who was looking absolutely gorgeous, with huge eyes and legs I’d only ever dreamed of in my twenties, and since the mixed-race girl wasn’t getting the attention she deserved with that powerful, perfect ass (as I mentioned, the busty girl was swamped and had two of my friends mesmerized on the couch), we had a coffee with milk—the kind that makes you hate tea…. I won’t say any more because I think a word to the wise is enough.

What’s Interesting About Having an Orgy with Escorts

The interesting thing about that day wasn’t “having the best sex of the year,” but enjoying sex without the taboos of prejudice and social norms. Although sometimes the thrill of the forbidden is an incentive for those who need an adrenaline rush, it usually ends up in situations that are pathetic, not to mention scandalous… No, no, no—I’d rather organize things and know that whoever I have as a partner at my sex parties wants to share their beauty with me—and my money, of course!—and I think that’s fair and I’m grateful for this opportunity.

When we were done, the post-orgasmic laughter and sighs of relaxation set in. Someone called the friend who had slipped off to the adjoining suite, and he let us know he was with his f..and wasn’t going to open the door for anyone, so he told us to forget about him and that he’d check in the next day. “Bastard!” I said. “Let’s go!” And a sort of echo called back, “Fuck youuuu!” To which I told the rest of the guys, “Alright, guys, this guy’s doing just fine—let’s not mess with him.” The shower was like at the gym… singing and commentary on the action. After leaving the place, we all went back to our daily lives, but a little lighter in terms of mental and physical stress. Without a doubt, a great night to remember—an excellent orgy with Barcelona escorts, and the serenity of hot, free, and primal sex. A real pleasure, quite distinct from a simple biological need.