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36 Hours in Barcelona: A Busy Second Night at Top Damas & La Vie En Rose
A break for some dinner helped me recuperate, and I proceeded to the evening's entertainment. I took a bus north up Aribau to the stop just near the end of San Eusebi street and went into Top Damas. It would have been good to have gotten there earlier to see the day shift, but the advantage was that I had already seen many of the girls in the lineup, making it easier to choose. This time I went with a white girl who had interested me the night before, short, big boobed Katy from Tenerife in Spain's Canary Islands. She looked amazing in a short, tight dress.
She was petite but curvy with a large set of fake tits, and I loved how her eyes just peeked out from under her bangs. Showering with her was a treat, and she then led me to the bed to apply a fine uncovered blowjob. Her tits were a star attraction as she rode me cowgirl, giving me the chance to alternate sucking and grabbing those large melons. BUt her ass was something to behold as well, and we finished with a banging doggy finale to our 45 minute session. Throughout she was very sweet, a pleasant surprise since with her looks I was expecting a diva.
The neighborhood at the end of Aribau by Top Damas is ideal for a night out mongering. The drawback with a brothel setting is that once you're done, you leave, whereas in a club setting you can relax a while until your next round. Fortunately, La Vie en Rose was only about three blocks west of Top Damas, so for the rest of this night I bounced between the two.
La Vie en Rose really impressed me. From the descriptions in the forum I was not expecting too much, either in the quality of girls or the venue, but I was very wrong on both counts. The place itself was quite distinctive. One of the young managers greeted me and she led me down the twists and turns of a long corridor lined with mirrors and black reflective glass, something out of a carnival fun house. In a room at the end she sat me down for the presentation.
And what a presentation it was. I was not ready for the non-stop entry of around 15 hotties. Long legs, tight dressed, glossy lips, it was quite a rush, so much that I soon gave up on jotting down the names on a piece of paper I had brought and just withstood the onslaught. There were a couple of hot European looking blondes but most were sexy olive skinned Latinas, and it was hard after a while to distinguish among them.
But choice was made easy. The last woman to enter the toom was Venezuelan Camilla, a latina in a little black dress. Her gorgeous face, long, black hair, and tiny waist between big bolt-ONS and a badonkadonk ass (possible implants here too) had my heart bursting from my chest and tongue spilling from my mouth like a cartoon character. I usually steer clear from women who mold themselves like this to match the template burned in men's lizard brains, but I could not say no to the prospect of fucking a woman like this, for having a trophy wife like her, if only for 45 minutes. For that 115 Euros was a small investment.
The room where she led me came right out of the magazine liquor advertisements where you would see a woman like Camilla sharing a top shelf glass of spirits with a slick date. This was the peak of ultra-modern lounge decor, with shiny acrylic furniture installations, walls aglow with lava lamp back-lighting, squared fixtures with chrome finishing. And of course the pumping beats of international djs in the background. I had never mongered in a room like this.
I fully expected an ice queen, and to console myself by fucking a stunner. Camilla stunned me, and not merely with her looks, when she returned to the room after depositing my payment, greeting me with a warm embrace and sweet kiss. Amazingly, her modus operandi was not only to rely on her looks to hook a man, but her charm too to actually satisfy him: with gentle touches and soft words, her full attention was focused on me. She invited me to take a complimentary drink of my choice from the mini-bar, and showed concern that I found something I liked. I could get used to pampering like this.
Then as she stood before me she pulled down the top of her dress to reveal a set of big, round, hard fake tits that could star on the cover of the catalog for a breast implant surgeon. Mesmerized, I ran my hands over them like I was a boy seeing tits for the first time. Camilla snapped me out of this trance by somehow pulling the rest of her dress down over her bulbous butt, and lay down on the bed.
I have little memory of what followed, actually, I think it is because we didn't to all that much. But what I do remember well is Camilla riding me, her body parallel to mine, bouncing her big booty up and down with speed and force while I held on to her ass cheeks for dear life, and soon surrendering my cum. None of this lasted long, and Camilla was in control the whole time (maybe this helps her preserve her pussy). But I didn't care, I just got fucked by a supermodel. And then in a miraculous turn of events she did not jump up for a shower, but lay down next to me and actually cuddled.
As we chatted (and I continued to stare and marvel at her body, no matter how man-made it was), Camilla told me something hilarious. She said that the other girls at La Vie en Rose didn't like her. She claimed she wasn't sure why, and asked if I thought it was because she always being chosen to go to the room by guests, much more than the other girls, and whether they might be jealous. (Sure enough, when I returned later that night and mentioned Camilla she laughed and told me that of course she was busy in a room with a client). To Camilla's question I mumbled some reply about competitiveness among girls, but all I could think about was that American television commercial from the 1980's and its tagline: "Don't hate me because I'm beautiful!" As I finished getting dressed Camilla sat demurely at the edge of the bed, and meekly asked if I would give her a gift. I immediately pulled out my wallet, removed a 20 Euro note and handed it to her, receiving a kiss on the cheek. It was a reflex on my part, I had no control, such is the power of Camilla over a man's mind (and more).
I headed back to Top Damas to find Erica for one more session, but the manager there told me that she was with a guest, though I could reserve her when she finished in an hour. I knew what I could do with an hour to kill, so I booked Erica for an hour later and walked back to La Vie en Rose. Remembering the lineup, I expected that it would not be hard to find a suitable playmate. Among all the beauties presented to me in a small room off the dizzying corridor was Amanda who I remembered from earlier, a friendly morena with a sparkling smile. She had looked to me like she was from Colombia but it turned out that she was a native of San Luis in Brazil.
This being Friday night, I was not surprised when the manager told me that the rooms were full and that I would have to wait a little while. This was made pleasurable by being confined to a small space with Amanda, basking in her smile and clutching her ass through the gauzy fabric of her party dress. When we did get admitted to a room I noticed to my dismay that I had only half an hour left until my appointment with Erica at Top Damas. Only the shortest of sessions would be possible with Amanda, and I would have to rush out of even that. A half hour at La Vie en Rose is not the best value at 90 Euros, but with the quality of the girls there who cares.
With limited time, Amanda and I made do as best we could: it was as much passion per minute as I can recall, with delicious kissing throughout. After Amanda provided a terrific bare blowjob I maneuvered her tight body down and penetrated her hot pussy in missionary. Amanda was slight of figure, without the big bust or booty Brazilians are famous for. But she still had some moves in that ass, and pumping her in doggy offered fantastic views and sensations, and produced a powerful cum. I hated that I had no time to linger with Amanda, so I departed with a kiss and some thoughts about coming back later that night but, alas, I failed to muster the energy to do so. As with Patrizia earlier, and Carmen in Girona, this was yet another one-session wonder that still makes me regret missing out on a repeat.
I walked briskly back to Top Damas for my late night date with Erica. No lineup for me this time, and the manager (I was getting to know the entire staff there) led me to a room where Erica soon joined me. This room was maybe the most stunning I had ever mongered in. Besides the enormous double wide bed (they really do need to host sex parties at Top Damas, they have the facilities for it), it had starry night lighting on the ceiling, couches and chairs, and a couple of dozen knickknacks and other art objects around the room. They really took it to the next level at Top Damas.
I never judged the time right with Erica, for some reason opting for a 45 minute session, and like the night before we were still 69-ing when time was up. So I extended for another hour, easy with Erica since I got absolutely lost in her kisses and especially looking into her incredibly entrancing eyes. Of course, her skills helped keep me there too, from her. Fine blow job to the way she sensually flexed under or against me, snake-like, as we fucked. Her soft skin, soft boobs, soft hair, soft everything (in the context of a slight girl), melted into me. This high GFE quotient made this the right ending to the night (by now it was after 3), but if I had more energy I would have gone all night. Instead, I decided to get in one more session the next day before my flight home.
36 Hours in Barcelona: Some Last Morning Fun at Felinas
I had limited options for the morning of my departure: I needed to visit a place that was open by 10 on a weekend morning, and close to my accommodation. Felinas fit the bill.
Like the day before the presentation offered several nice options, and though I expected it I was a bit disappointed when the manager replied to my query about Puerto Rican Patrizia that she had worked the night shift. No matter, I was able to put together another interesting Pan-Latin American dupla combination. Ingredient one: cute, light skinned brunette Lia from Chile, the girl next door with curves, nicely attired in a party dress. And add ingredient two: lithe, toned, and tanned Samantha from Salvador in Brazil clad in a tiny bikini, and crowned with a frizzy, curly head of hair like a cartoon (so similar in many ways to Patrizia; I didn't miss out so much after all).
I loved playing mix and match with this kind of combo, and it came across in their personalities too, Lia more reserved and Samantha bolder (she liked to rub the bare head of my cock against her pussy lips and clit, using it as a dildo). Samantha sucked and rode me energetically, though I was a bit distracted by having Lia straddle me while I ate her pussy and squeezed her round, white natural boobs and curvy ass. I was also distracted by Lia's innocent, delicate looks, and spent a lot of time just taking in the view while Samantha did her thing. That was partly because Lia was not all that engaged while I was fucking Samantha. It wasn't because they didn't get along, though. The two of them actually began to strike up a friendship in my presence, and it was fun to observe them interact but they did get a bit preoccupied with that.
Despite that, how could I complain about wrapping up a trip with a threesome with two young girls as cute as these? It gave me another good memory for the airplane, yet one more for a trip loaded with them. Was this the best sex tour I've ever had? I'm not sure, but it's got to be in the running.
Visiting Barcelona till the new year. Need some tips!
Hi guys,
I've been browsing the forums as I'm going to be here in Barcelona (Gracia) until after Christmas. I hope you don't mind but I have a few questions. Not sure of the etiquette here yet and don't want to mass post so will ask all if that's OK.
1) I'm interested in these Chinese hairdressers mentioned a lot but my Spanish is non-existent. Does that make them a non-starter? I'm guessing they won't speak English?
2) Can anyone recommend one in the Gracia area. Definitely don't want to walk in to one which is a 'straight' business as it were. Especially with the language barrier!
3) I'm massively into Arab, Persian, Middle Eastern girls. I guess there must be quite a lot of girls from Morocco and elsewhere in BCN. Has anyone got any tips re that?
Thanks again. Will report back with findings in due course!
Anyone in Barcelona this weekend
I will be in Barcelona the Dec. 5-7. Plan to check out la Vie en Rose, Top Damas and maybe a few others. This will be my first time in Spain so should be fun. Send me a message if you like to meet up.
Biggest brothel bar in Barcelona
I will be in Barcelona for the new year eve.
About Spain I know "Vive Madrid" in Madrid.
There is something similar in Barcelona.
Alternatively which is the biggest brothel bar in BCN?
Thank you
Ok fetish time with Patricia Medicalsado in Sep. 14
Dominant / mistress / femdom session. Always wanted to try it out, and Patricia Medicalsado had the best website for it. You need to speak Spanish, at least some, to visit this woman. She offers a variety of fetishes (thoroughly explained on her website). Not very attractive, but nice tits. Reasonably priced. Flexible person. I would probably not go to her again though. I prefer better looking women. However, if you want to try out some fetishes and you can make yourself understood in Spanish, this is a good place.