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A 10-Day Erotic Journey Through Istanbul

We know Istanbul as the city of history, culture, architecture, and all that. The bazaars. The layers of empires stacked on top of each other. But no one tells you about the other side. The side where men look at you like they want to eat you alive. Where they touch you without asking and make you like it. Where the heat in the air gets inside your skin and makes you do things you would never do at home.

I was nineteen.

I came from a conservative country where I had to cover my hair and my legs. Where wearing a skirt above the ankle was shameful. Where boys and girls could not touch before marriage. Where I had never been alone with a man who was not family. Where I was supposed to stay a virgin until my wedding night and pretend I did not have desires.

Istanbul was supposed to be freedom. For us back then, Istanbul was the land of freedom. Very European. Open minded. A place where no one judged you. I got a job with a travel company testing tourist packages. They needed someone cheap and young. I said yes because it meant getting out. Going to a place where no one knew my name. Where no one from my family could see me. Where I could wear what I want and practice that freedom. No one knows me so no one will judge me.

Let me share three of my experiences in Turkey that added excitement to my innocent business trip.

I bought clothes I had never owned before. Mini skirts that ended high on my thighs. Thin cotton blouses that showed the shape of my breasts. I looked in the mirror and did not recognize myself. I was small. Five feet two. I had slim legs that looked longer than they should for my height. My breasts were small and perky. They stood up without a bra. My skin was white and got tanned in the Turkish sun. My hair was black and long. I wore it down because I could. I told myself I was practicing freedom.

I did not know yet that freedom meant men would stare at my legs. That they would see a young girl alone and think she was available. That they would touch me and I would let them. I did not know yet that I wanted to be touched.

Finger Banging in the Cinema

I had to visit this cinema and experience it. It was new. Part of the tourist package I needed to evaluate. The company wanted to know if it was worth sending clients there. It was modern with big seats and cold air conditioning. I wore a navy pleated mini skirt and a white blouse. I sat in the middle row. I had a jacket with me. I put it on next to me.

The movie was Titanic. Three hours long. A romance.

Two men came in after the movie started. They walked down my row. They sat next to me. One on each side. The man on my left was older. Maybe thirty. He had rough hands. The man on my right was younger. Maybe twenty-eight. I was scared to look at them. They both smelled like cigarettes and cologne.

The both sat close.

The older man's leg on my left touched mine. His thigh was heavy and warm against mine through my skirt. He put his arm on the armrest. His elbow touched my elbow. Then his hand dropped to his thigh. His pinky finger touched my knee. Just barely. I felt it like electricity. I did not move. I told myself the seats were small. I kept my eyes on the screen. Leonardo DiCaprio was on the boat.

On my right the younger man crossed his arms. His arm pressed against my side. I felt the weight of it against my ribs. Then he moved his crossed arm. The top of his hand rested against my side. He slowly opened his hand. The top of his finger traced gentle lines on my ribs. He stayed there. Gentle caressing with the top of his finger. I was thinking, they are not aware. It is just an accident. Not a big deal. But I could not breathe. I was feeling excited.

On my left the older man's pinky moved up my thigh. It touched the edge of my mini skirt. Then he started pushing it higher. I looked down. I could see the edge of my panties. White cotton. I was embarrassed. So I covered my legs up with my jacket. That was when his pinky turned into more fingers. Caressing my thighs. Moving close to my inner thighs. I felt wrong but so good.

The other guy saw it. His hand moved from my ribs to my breast. I guess the jacket was a mistake because they took it as "lets secretly do what we are doing."

The older man's fingers kept moving up from my inner thighs. They reached my underwear. He stopped. I think he wanted me to stop him. But unconsciously I moved my hips forward just a little. That was permission.

He pushed my panties to the side. He found my pussy. Parted my lips. Rubbed my clit in slow circles. The younger man kept his hand on my breast. He was rubbing it gently. He rolled my nipple between his fingers through the fabric.

I gripped the armrests. My knuckles were white. I bit my lip.

I came. I came hard and silent and we still had 2 hours to go. My thighs clamped around the older man's wrist. My back arched into the younger man's hand. My eyes closed. It was the first time anyone had made me cum with their hands. Now it was two men doing different things to me at once.

The older man pulled his fingers out. They were shiny in the dark. He brought them to his mouth and sucked them clean. He tasted my cum. His eyes closed for a second like he was tasting something sweet. Then he put his hand back under my skirt. He looked at the other guy and said something in Turkish. His voice was low. I did not understand the words but I understood what he meant when the younger guy's hand moved down from my breast and disappeared under my skirt too.

The older guy pulled my panties to the side with his rough fingers. He held them there stretched open. Exposing me. The younger guy pushed his finger against my hole but he could not find the right spot. The older guy said something else. Then he moved his hand. He found my clit with his pinky. He rubbed it in small circles while he held my panties pulled tight. The younger guy found my opening and pushed inside. Just the tip. I was wet. So wet. I felt high from all the anticipation and slow soft touches. My head was spinning. I was very tight but my wet pussy let him go in just barely. It burned a little. Felt good. Felt wrong. Between the older man rubbing my clit with his pinky and the younger man fingering the tip of my pussy I came again. Hard. My whole body shook. I bit my lip until I tasted blood trying to stay quiet.

After I came the guys on each side grabbed my panties and pulled. I tried to resist. I pushed my knees together but they were stronger. I did not want to make a scene. I did not want people to see. So I had to give up. I lifted my hips a little. The panties slid down my legs. One of them took them and put them in his pocket. I was bare under my skirt now. The air was cold on my wet pussy.

Then both put their hands on my knees and spread my legs apart wide. I could not close them. They both slowly moved up my thighs like spiders crawling. I felt their fingers tracing up my inner thighs. Getting closer. Then the finger banging started. First it was one by one. Taking turns. Then eventually both had fingers in me at the same time. Stretching me. Banging me for another 90 minutes. I came like 4-5 times. My thighs were shaking. My stomach was tight. I pretended like nothing was happening. I did not look at them. I did not move my position. I just stared at the screen and once in a while closed my eyes when the waves came. When the lights came up they pulled their hands out fast. They wiped their fingers on my legs. They got up and walked away with my panties in the pocket. I sat there with my legs still open. My pussy throbbing. Empty. Soaked. Used. I sat through the credits to process what happened.

My Lesson with the Scuba Instructor

Three days later I was in Bodrum. A day trip from Istanbul. The company added a scuba diving package to the list and I had to try it. I had never done it before. I was scared of the water. I was scared of the equipment. I was scared of drowning. But I had to evaluate it so I put on the red bikini. It had strings on each side tied in knots like shoes. I was paying attention to the instructor. I was trying to learn. I wanted to do it right.

The boat was small. The water was blue and warm. The instructor was big. Tall with wide shoulders and dark skin. His hands were huge. Thick fingers with calluses. He watched me when I climbed onto the boat. His eyes stayed on my legs.

I was following his directions. We went under near a cove. The water was quiet down there. Blue and thick. I was swimming next to him. Doing what he showed me. Then we started going lower. Deeper. The pressure built in my ears. I got scared. I freaked out. I wanted to back out. I tried to go up fast to the surface.

He grabbed me to stop me. His hand closed on my hip. The string of my bikini bottom got caught in his fingers. The knot came open. He pulled trying to hold me. The bikini bottom came off in his hand. My panties were off. Floating away. I was naked from the waist down. I could not get out. I was kicking. Bubbles everywhere. I was freaking out.

He held me by my hips. Tight. He looked in my eyes. Calming me down. Eye contact. My bikini top was slipping. Before it went all up he grabbed it with his other hand. He was holding my bikini bottom in one hand and my top in the other. I was almost naked. He started putting it back on me. Underwater. Slow. Sensual.

His hands touched my hips. Sliding the fabric. His fingers touched my ass. Then my pussy. Pretending it was unintentional. Sneaky moves. His thick fingers brushed against my lips. He pulled the bikini back up. Tying the knots. His hands were everywhere. Touching. Adjusting. Taking his time.

We had to get out. We went up to the surface. I was shaking. When we came out he helped me get on the boat. He was behind me in the water. His hands went to my ass. His thumbs pressed against my pussy from behind. Pushing me up. Lifting me. Helping me get off the boat. I felt his thick fingers pressing into me through the wet bikini. Holding me there for a second too long. Then he let go. I climbed up. He walked away.

I came out fast. I did not get any exciting videos that I needed for the package. I could get fired after their investment in this. I was coming back empty handed. I asked him if we had any footage. He said come to the resort after to check.

I went to his office in the evening. It was small. Hot. One fan spinning on the ceiling. He showed me the underwater camera. All he had was me panicking half naked. Him putting my bikini on me. My pussy showing. His hands touching me. Nothing else. No fish. No coral. Just me exposed.

"This is not good for package," he said. "You need proper footage or you get fired."

I nodded. He knew the deal already.

"I can give you private lesson," he said. "Tomorrow. Early. No tourists. Just you and me. I teach you proper. We get good footage."

I agreed. I had no choice.

The next morning the beach was empty. The water was calm. We went under. Just us. He was patient. He held the camera in one hand. He showed me how to breathe. How to move slow. How to look at the fish. He was actually helpful. He taught me. His hands were professional on my waist. Guiding me. Not touching wrong places. We swam down to the coral. He filmed me doing it right. Me looking at the fish. Me swimming proper. We came up. He smiled. "Good footage," he said.

I went back to his office in the afternoon. He showed me the new video. It was beautiful. Colorful fish. Clear water. Me swimming proper. Tourism stuff. I was relieved. I liked it.

Before I left I said can I have the other footage too. The one from before. He said why. I said it looks exciting. He said whats exciting. I said I never had anyone put on my bikini for me. It felt nice.

He was quiet. Then he said, "Do it again." He pulled a chair, rolling it closer to me. The door was not locked. Anyone could walk in. He sat down. His big hands went to my hips. He slowly pulled down my bikini. All the way down my legs. Then he pulled it back up. His fingers brushed my skin. That drove me crazy. I kept thinking something would happen. He pulled it down again. He did it several times. Down. Up. Down. Up. His big hands on my hips. My ass and pussy were exposed for a few seconds each time. I felt the air on my skin. He was blowing on my pussy. Anyone could walk in and see us. I was scared but I did not stop him. I wanted more.

He stopped. He looked at me. "This makes you excited?" he asked. I didnt answer. I was breathing hard. He said lets check. He slide his finger across my pussy. Just one slow slide. Yes. I was wet. Soaked. He showed me his finger. Shiny. He smiled. I was embarrassed. But I wanted more.

He pulled my bikini up again. He tied the knots slow. His fingers brushed my skin one last time. Then he stood up. "I have to get back to another class," he said. "You can come in the evening to get a CD with all footages." He walked to the door and opened it. The hallway was empty.

I left there breathing hard and wet. I went to my room and masturbated thinking of all the things that could have happened. I came fast. I was still wet when I finished.

I waited for the evening. I wanted to see him again. I wanted more. But I did not know what would happen next. I just knew I would go back. I had to get the CD. That was my excuse.

This time I wore a mini beach dress. White and thin. Nothing underneath. No panties for him to pull down.

I knocked on his office door. He opened it. He saw me and smiled. "You are back for the CD," he said. "Or you want me to pull your panties up and down for you this time?"

I looked at him. I was breathing hard already. "Both," I said.

He got up and locked the office door. The click was loud. He rolled his chair toward me. He lifted my dress up. His hands went up my thighs slow. He found me not wearing panties. His eyes got big. He got excited. He pushed me to the wall. Got on his knees.

He licked me slowly. One long lick from bottom to top. His tongue was warm and wet. He found my clit. He circled it slow. Sucking soft. His hands held my hips. Holding me against the wall. I was moaning. Loud. I did not care who heard. He kept licking. Slow. Taking his time. His tongue went inside me. Then back to my clit. Sucking. Licking. His fingers dug into my ass.

I came. My legs shook. My pussy pulsed against his tongue. He kept licking through it. Slow. Gentle. Until I was finished. Then he stood up. His mouth was shiny with my cum. He smiled. "Now you get your CD," he said.

I got my CD and left. I never went back there. I got to my room and masturbated again. The next day I had the parasailing. It was also in Bodrum.

Orgasm in the Air at Parasailing

I had never flown before. I was scared of heights. I was scared of falling. I wore shorts this time. White shorts and a t-shirt.

The boat was small. There was a team. Two guys. One was older running the boat. The other was young. Maybe twenty-five. Dark skin. Strong arms. He would be my instructor. He smiled at me when I walked up. He helped me put on the harness. Straps tight between my legs.

He strapped himself to me before we went up. Front to back. His chest against my back. His legs behind my legs. The harness held us together tight. The boat sped up. The parachute caught wind. We went up. High in the air. The boat was small below. The water was blue. I was scared. But he was behind me. Holding me.

We were up there for a minute. Maybe two. I started to relax. I looked down at the water. Then his hands moved. He reached forward. Around my waist. His fingers found the button of my shorts. He unbuttoned it. Slow. Then he unzipped me. The zipper sound was lost in the wind. His hand went inside. Into my panties. Right on my pussy.

His fingers found my clit. Rubbing. Slow circles at first. Then faster. I could not move. The harness held me spread. My legs were open in the air. He was behind me. His hand in my shorts. Rubbing. I came. High in the air. Over the water. My body shook. He held me. Then we came down.

He unclipped me on the boat. The other guy was there watching. "Good flight?" the young one asked. I nodded. I walked back to the hotel. My panties were soaked. Five days in Turkiye and already had four guys rubbing my pussy. It did feel a bit weird that this is all happening to me. But I liked it. I was nineteen. I was free. I was awake.

On the Edge of Getting Fired

I went back to Istanbul. I was thinking this cannot all be real. What is going on with these Turkish guys. I went back finally to my hotel in Istanbul where the owner was nice and hosting me. The hotel was the center of all these attractions because they all belonged to him. The owner was a rich and influential guy.

After a day of rest he invited me to his office. I wore a nice dress. Nothing too revealing. The zipper was on the back. A side cut on the leg. In the meeting he was just staring at my legs where I had my legs crossed. It was kinda uncomfortable but I was used to it at that point. Not expecting anything less.

But then he mentioned something that shocked me.

"I hear that you had a great time and enjoyed yourself so far here," he said.

I asked from who. "Who?"

He smiled. "My guys. In the theater. The scuba diver. The parasailing."

Turns out they all worked for him. They all communicate with each other. They all reported to him.

I was like fuck. I am getting fired. They specifically told me and made me sign that no relationships, no sex, none of that can happen. I thought I am done. He is gonna report it to my boss and I will be fired.

He stood up. Walked to his desk. Sat behind it on his big leather chair. He picked up the phone. Dialed. He said "Call her boss. Tell him I need to speak about her performance."

I jumped up. My heart was pounding. I walked to the desk fast. I leaned flat on the desk reaching the other side. I grabbed the phone from his hand. I hung it up. I was breathing hard. Panicked. Scared.

He just gave me a look. A slow smile. Then he grabbed my hands. Pulled them to the edge of the desk. Placed them there together. I was flat bending over on his desk. My ass in the air.

He stood up. He took off his neck tie. Silk. Blue. He wrapped it around my wrists. Tight. Tying my hands together on the edge of the desk. I couldn't move. I was tied.

"Never touch my phone," he said. His voice was low. Hard.

Then he went behind me. He reached to my zipper. The one on my back. He pulled it down. Slow. All the way down. My dress opened. He pulled it off my shoulders. Down my arms. It fell to the floor. I was in my bra and panties. Then he pulled my panties down. All the way down my legs. Off. undid my bra and threw it cross the room. I was naked. Tied to his desk. Bare. Exposed.

Then I heard him. The sound of his zipper. Slow. Down. I didn't know what was going to happen. I was breathing hard. My face was on the desk. My hands tied. Naked. Then I felt his cock. Hard. Thick. He took it out. He rubbed it on my butt. On my cheeks. Up and down. Teasing. Then his hands spread my ass. I felt wet. Spit. On my asshole. That's when I knew. My pussy is safe. He was going for my ass.

He pressed against my asshole. Pushing. Slow. It hurt. Burning. I moaned. Loud. He kept pushing. Then he was in. Just the tip. My ass was too tight. His cock was too big. He couldn't go in more. I was getting louder. Moaning. He put his hand over my mouth. Keeping me quiet. He fucked my ass with just the tip. Slow at first. Then faster. His hands on my hips. Pulling me back onto him. The desk was hard against my stomach. My tied hands gripping the edge. I could feel his tip stretching me. Hurting me. Feeling good. I was moaning into his hand. He was grunting. Pounding with just the tip. He didn't last long. It was too tight. Then he came. Inside my ass. Hot. Filling me. Just the tip. He stayed there for a minute. Breathing hard.

Then he pulled out. He untied my hands. I was still naked. He let me get dressed. I pulled my panties up. I put my dress on. He zipped it for me. He sat back down. "Now you can report to me," he said. "Every day. In my office. Like this." I nodded. I was shaking. My ass was sore. I had been fucked in the ass by the hotel owner. Just the tip. And I had to admit that he completely owned my ass at that point. My job was on the line.

I had another 4 days in Istanbul and many other places to visit, but not a single more bothering, staring or touching. The boss put out the word I guess. But I had to report to him every day and let him stretch my ass and release his cum in me until I am back home.

From Innocence to Experience

I went home eventually. I was not the same girl who arrived. I was nineteen. I had been finger banged by two strangers in a cinema. I had been touched underwater by a scuba instructor. I had been rubbed in the air by a parasailing guide. And I had been fucked in the ass by a hotel owner who owned everything. Five men in ten days. I had cum more times than I could count. I had learned what my body wanted. I had learned that I liked being touched. I had learned that I liked being owned. I walked different now. I held my head higher. I wore my skirts shorter. I was confident. I knew what I could do. I knew what I wanted. I was free. I was awake. I was theirs. I would never be innocent again.

AND I visited Istanbul 3 more times after that 😜