As the sun set over the Golden Horn, I wondered how many people had gazed upon this view over the centuries.
But I thought to myself; I bet none of them had spunk dribbling down their thighs and the taste of three men’s dicks in their mouths as they did.
In the summer of 2021, I’d been sent to the crossroads of the world, Istanbul, on a work trip. In between, I had a few days off to explore the city and everything it had to offer.
“As he ground his meat deep into my quivering slit, I felt his thick chest hair stick like glue to his friend’s jizz that was drying nicely on my tits.”
I was expecting mind-blowing architecture, history, and epic food. I didn’t expect casual sex on a boat and a drunk creampie between Europe and Asia.
But the latter is what I got. This is the tale as it happened, with no sordid detail left out. Prepare yourself for the ultimate drunken creampie sex story in post-pandemic Istanbul.
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“Either I conquer Istanbul, or Istanbul conquers me.”
In my downtime, I’d fucked four tourists through Adult Friend Finder and had some brief girl-on-girl fun with a cheating wife on Ashley Madison.
The sex wasn’t enough to satisfy me. Of course, I always love to sample the local meat in a new country. But finding Turkish cock? The well was truly dry!
It’s early afternoon in a Turkish bar. I’ve been sitting alone for the past few hours, hoping to find a lover for the night and have sunk some Efes beer and a few cocktails while I hunt.
I wore pink leather heels, a knee-length skirt, and a loose-fitting shirt. My bra and panties were abandoned in the hotel. After all, I’m looking to get fucked, not be conservative.
I’ll never know whether it was the low tourist numbers after the pandemic or bad timing. But I gave up. Leaving the bar more than a little tipsy, I headed back to my hotel to watch porn.
On my way, I pass the ubiquitous boats taking tourists on Bosphorous Tours. But tourist numbers are low, and most of the big boats are standing idle.
Only the small independent vessels aimed at families and group tours remain. They were surrounded by bored-looking Turkish men hoping for a client.
“Madam! Madam!” A desperate-sounding voice cried out. “Private Bosphorous tour for you? Very low price! Free Raki included!”
There are a lot of scams in Istanbul. But he had my attention with ”free Raki”, the local aniseed spirit. I stopped to hear what he had to say.
An Impromptu Bosphorous Tour
There were three guys. Hasim was 22, Deniz was 27, and the captain, Adem, was in his early thirties. Rough, ready, and in shape. They were proper seaman and rugged-looking.
The youngest tried his best to sell me a private tour whilst the others watched with hope in their eyes. To be honest, I felt sorry for all of them. 2021 was not the time to work in tourism.
It was nearing the end of the day, and these guys had seen no work. I was offered a private 1.5-hour tour for the price of a taxi fare in Belfast. I fancied an adventure and agreed to go.
“Ok, let’s go. But only because you’re all so damn handsome!” I said, causing the youngest guy to laugh loudly and blush.
The men behind him, happy to finally have a tourist, stood up and respectfully introduced themselves by gently shaking my hand and kissing it.
As I stepped onto the boat, two of the guys stood on either side and held my hands to steady me.
The youngest, encouraged by my compliment, placed one hand on my lower back and the other on my ass.
Having been cruising Istanbul for sex all day, my pussy was primed. His hand on my ass only triggered me further. Some naughty ideas were going through my head.
Little did I know, the filthiest of my thoughts would turn into a bizarre sexual reality in the middle of the Bosphorous.
“Let me get this out of your way,” I said whilst pulling my skirt up, “I don’t want to get shoe polish on it!” This was all bullshit, of course. I just wanted Hasim to see my pantiless cunt.
As the engine of the boat kicked into action, the cool, calm, and confident captain took us into the maritime carnage of the Bosphorous Strait.
The cries of seagulls and ships horned filled the air as the cooling, salty breeze from the Sea of Marmaris gently invaded my loose-fitting shirt and kissed my tits.
“Chai, madame?” One of the younger assistants politely asked whilst offering me a red-hot glass of Turkish tea.
As much as I love history, I’ve done my research on Istanbul. This evening, I was more interested in kicking back, relaxing, and enjoying the views.
My impromptu tour guides sensed this and cut short their tour. Instead, they choose to sit with me, drink tea, and tell me tales of their life in this iconic and fast-paced city on seven hills.
Only one of them, Adem, was from Istanbul. The other two moved here for work. Deniz worked as a shoeshine boy on the streets before finding work on the boats.
As we swapped stories about their lives in Turkey and my life in Istanbul, the tea was relegated, and Hasim fished out a bottle of Raki for me to try. They were not devout Muslims.
Adem, the captain, wasn’t happy. But in proper hospitable Turkish form, he put the guest first and let us start drinking.
It didn’t take long for this strong Aniseed spirit to take effect. Plus, you should know Raki looks like a glass full of spunk when it’s mixed with water. This only turned me on more.
“So, you used to be a shoeshine boy?” I asked Deniz playfully as the Raki kicked in.
“Yes, miss! I was the best in Istanbul!” Deniz shouted with boyish bravado as Adem and Hasim laughed loudly.
“I’ve never had my shoes shined before,” I said whilst slowly sticking out my pink leather high heel, “maybe you can show me how good you are?”
Hasim didn’t say a word. He stood up and quickly disappeared into the crew’s quarters below to get some improvised shine shining materials in the form of leather cloth and polish.
If You Really Believed You’ve Cleaned My Heels Properly, Then Kiss Them!
It didn’t take long for sexual energy to take over the ship. Adem could hardly keep his eyes on the shipping lane as he saw what was happening behind him.
Laying back with a glass of Raki in my hand, Hasim had placed my petite heel on a box and had got to work on cleaning them.
I smirked as he pretended to hold my smooth calves for support rather than feeling them sexually. True to his word, this boy was a hard worker. My shoes were spotless in minutes.
“Let me get this out of your way,” I said whilst pulling my skirt up, “I don’t want to get shoe polish on it!” This was all bullshit, of course. I just wanted Deniz to see my pantiless cunt.
It only took thirty seconds for him to sneak a look up at my bare snatch. With my sunglasses-covered eyes gazing out onto the Bosphorous, I pretended not to notice.
Deniz said something to Hasim in Turkish about my exposed pussy, and both burst out laughing. Hasim switched seats with captain Adem who came to try and get a look.
I loved acting like a dumb blonde whore who was unaware that all three of these rough and ready Turkish guys were staring at my meaty twat. And I was about to take it further.
“You weren’t exaggerating about your skills, Deniz!” I said as I clinked my glass of Raki with his. “You should kiss them to prove how clean they are!” I laughed drunkenly.
The captain had switched with Hasim again, who was now watching intently at what was happening. Deniz reluctantly bent down and placed his lips on my pink heel.
“Very nice!” I said loudly whilst sipping my drink. “Now, kiss the other one!”
This time, Deniz’s bravado had grown, and he kissed my second heel whilst staring up into my eyes. My slick twat was now leaking profusely. Someone needed to take care of this problem.
Returning to our drinking session and now halfway through my Bosphorous Tour, I was determined to fuck every male on this boat.
“Ugh, I hate tan lines!” I said to the guys whilst pulling my skirt up further and loosening my shirt audaciously. “Would you guys mind if I sunbathed naked for a bit?”
The men’s eyes bulged, and they nearly fought each other over who could say “no, I don’t mind!” first.
Thankfully, the boat’s shape formed a suntrap on the floor that allowed me to sunbathe without passing ships seeing me. Unless they were huge, traffic was quiet at this end of the strait.
My Naked Sunbathing Gets Their Attention
As I slowly undressed, Adem shook his head in disbelief whilst laughing. Hasim stared at my body, entranced. Being the sub of the three, Deniz promptly laid a soft beach towel on the deck.
To tease them as much as I could, I kept my legs together to hide my pussy until I lay down. As I did, all three were glaring at me intensely. I sighed as the sun covered my naked body.
Finally, it was time. I slowly opened my legs to reveal the glory of my hypnotic meaty cunt as though it was a flower coming into bloom. The sun highlighted my glistening slit to the guys.
At this stage, they had figured out what I wanted. The men had sat on either side of me as Hasim stroked my blonde hair and Deniz awkwardly stroked my stomach.
“Are you ok? Are you happy?” Adem asked me from the front of the boat.
“Never been better, darling! This is the best tour I’ve ever been on!” I lowered my tone, bit my lip, and looked at the two guys on either side of me. “But it might get even better.”
Deniz had gotten bolder and was rubbing my tits whilst staring awkwardly between them and my eyes. The towel was now damp from my leaking slit.
“Babe, get me a refill, please?” I asked Hasim, who disappeared back into the crew’s quarters. “I’m curious to see what’s down there. Can I have a tour?” I asked when Hasim returned with a new bottle of Raki.
Holding one hand each, the guys helped me to my feet to show me the quarters below. I didn’t give a shit what was down there. I just knew it was the perfect place for a sexual ambush.
A Tour Below Decks Leads to My First Drunk Creampie
There wasn’t much to see below apart from some beds, a kitchen, and boating equipment. The only decoration was a Turkish eye and tacky ornamental fishing net.
The men said nothing as I looked around, fully naked and bending over wherever I could. You could have cut the sexual tension with a knife.
“Ohh, so this is where you all sleep, is it?” I said whilst drunkenly flopping down onto one of their blue couch beds. “It’s more comfortable than it looks!”
I had ignored the fact that both of the lads had their hand rubbing their fuck meat through their pants up until this point. But now, I’d locked eyes on their crotches.
Without saying a word, I spat on my hand and rubbed circles on my glistening pussy. Hasim was the first to pull out his Turkish cock, which triggered Deniz to do the same.
I wasted no time. I delivered a blowbang so intense that it made their heads spin. My sex-starved mouth engulfed their Turkish cocks as I nursed them deep within my throat.
“Come on, baby! Make this blonde whore pregnant. Fill me with your fucking jizz! Breed that debauched fuckhole!” I roared in Hasim’s ear.
Poor Deniz. As I choked loudly on his colleague’s dick, he lost it. A spurt of hot white cum hit my chin and dribbled down my tits. He looked so embarrassed as he took a backseat to watch.
Worried the same might happen to Hasim, I stopped sucking his cock and lay back on the bed to part my swollen pussy lips. He looked like a wild animal as he stared deep into my fuck hole.
“Come on, babe! Come and fuck me!” I said whilst rigorously rubbing my slick pussy. It was already frothing and ready to be used hard.
He didn’t know how to say it in English, but Hasim explained that he didn’t have a condom as he mounted the bed and stood over my waiting pussy. Neither did I.
But I didn’t care. Wild horses couldn’t keep me away from cock at that moment. Wrapped my legs around his, I pulled Hasim in. If he didn’t care, neither did I.
He was balls deep in my cunt in one swift move, and we both released a loud moan in sync with each other. Hasim fucked like a beast, taking my breath away with his sudden momentum.
His pubes tickled my puckered asshole as he pounded me. He hungrily switched between my tits and mouth and yanked my blonde hair in all directions.
As he ground his meat deep into my quivering slit, I felt his thick chest hair stick like glue to his friend’s jizz that was drying nicely on my tits.
“Come on, baby! Make this blonde whore pregnant. Fill me with your fucking jizz! Breed that debauched fuckhole!” I roared in Hasim’s ear.
He squealed like a stuck pig as my slit gripped his fuck meat. I released a raspy cry of pleasure as his breeding juice painted the walls of my cunt. He lay on top of me, quivering and sweating.
Then, Deniz tapped him on the shoulder, holding his throbbing cock in his hands. Look who’s back! I thought to myself. He switched places with Hasim and entered me without a word.
Deniz was so awkward and timid in bed. I loved it. He fucked me slow and sensual so as not to cum too quick again. The only problem was, I wanted his cum!
“I bet you’ve never fucked a whore’s cunt like mine before, have you?” I said in Deniz’s ear whilst wrapping my hands around his neck and biting his earlobe.
He gently sucked my tits, consuming the last layers of his spunk that he’d plastered them with earlier. I pushed him out of me to change position and start riding his fat Turkish dick.
Riding My Way To Another Drunken Creampie
As I lowered my hungry twat on Deniz’s dick, the drunken euphoria of the whole scenario sent me wild. As soon as my pussy lips kissed his balls, I rode him as if my life depended on it.
He moaned in pleasure, and I clamped my pussy juice-soaked hand over his mouth. This was my pleasure, not his! Cradling him closer, I bounced on his cock as Hasim reappeared.
I was now sucking Hasim’s cock inches from his friend’s face. My spit and drool were running down Deniz’s cheek, which only turned me on even more.
I instructed Hasim to go behind me and fuck me in the ass. But sadly, without proper lube and his overworked cock, double penetration was off the menu.
Then, I saw a look of weakness in Deniz’s eyes. He was about to cum. With his hands on my tits, I felt his cock surrender to my promiscuous twat and paint my silky pink slit with jizz.
He was lying there with his eyes rolling. But no sooner had he given me a drunk creampie than the boat’s engine stopped abruptly, and loud footsteps came down the stairs. It was Adem.
Sorry, Captain! But Your Wife Isn’t Here!
Of course, Adem had heard the commotion a while ago but couldn’t stop the boat in the Bosphorous. He flipped after seeing his two employees naked and his tourist leaking cum.
Adem scolded the boys in Turkish until I stepped in. He told them to go upstairs and clean the boat. I invited Adem to sit with me in an attempt to stop the lads from getting into trouble.
“I’m so sorry, Adem! It was my fault completely. I just wanted to have fun with the guys. I don’t want them to get into trouble.” I said whilst rubbing his shoulder.
“No, no! you are not a problem! But these boys are always misbehaving, and I sleep here! My wife also sleeps here if we go on boat trips!” Adam explained in broken English.
“I understand. But don’t blame them. Maybe I can do something to apologize and make up for it?” I said whilst reaching for his cock. Adem feigned an effort to push me away.
“I would love to,” Adem said sadly, “But I am married!” He flashed his wedding ring. But I knew I had this hot captain on the ropes.
“But your wife isn’t here, Adem,” I whispered. “Just a kiss, that’s all I want,” I said pleadingly.
He was done. He lunged in, and his tongue was in my mouth in seconds. As he roughly groped my body, I stripped him out of his pants and slammed my throat down on his cock.
The boat’s engine had restarted upstairs, and Adem stood up to shut the door. His private time with this whore had now just begun. He lay on the bed and fished a condom from his wallet.
With his latex-clad dick standing to attention, I squatted over him, and a tiny droplet of his employee’s cum dripped on his cock. It was almost like the cum was mocking his condom.
The latex in my pussy felt like a significant downgrade from the raw, bareback sex I’d been enjoying up until now. But I’d had my fix of drunk creampies.
Adem wrapped his arms around my lower back and pounded me hard, causing his big Turkish balls to slam into my ass cheeks as I moaned into his ear.
“Fuck me like a cheap whore, Adem!” I screamed whilst wrestling my way out of his arms and taking over by riding and grinding his dick. “I bet your wife doesn’t fuck like this, does she?”
I locked hands with Adem, and the taboo feeling of his wedding ring sent me over the edge. I lost it and came hard on his dick. As I lay there spent and lifeless, he resumed his pounding.
He fucked me like a ragdoll. I came so hard I couldn’t even move. Sinking my nipple into his mouth, he bit it as he emptied his balls into the latex prison that encased his cock.
What Happens On The Bosphorous Stays On The Bosphorous. But Let’s Take a Photo as a Souvenir!
Standing up in his post-orgasm daze, Adem looked down at his pussy grool and sloppy seconds-soaked dick and looked relieved he’d worn a condom.
“Hope you enjoyed that as much as I did,” I said to Adem breathlessly with a smirk. “So, are the boys in the clear now?”
Still naked, Adem nodded with a smile before opening the door to the deck and calling the boys down when the boat came to a halt at where I’d boarded in central Istanbul.
The boys, wearing nothing but their boxers and flip-flops, burst out laughing when they saw their captain had also succumbed to my pussy and relieved them of their misbehaviour.
The mood had turned positive, and the guys were now discussing what I presume were their different experiences of my sloppy foreign pussy in Turkish.
“Photo! Photo!” Hasim shouted whilst grabbing my camera, sitting on the top of my handbag, and setting up the self-timer. The two lads stripped naked to join Adem and me.
With Adem still wearing a condom, we all posed for a naked shot for me, never to forget the day’s events. Photo or not, I’ll never forget riding three cocks between two continents.
Walking back to my hotel, I caught the last moments of an epic sunset over the Golden Horn. The double drunk creampie pumped into my slit was escaping.
Back at my hotel, I was planning on a shower and an early night when my Adult Friend Finder app pinged. A message from a hung German tourist read:
“Yo! I’m drinking with friends in the Galata area and looking to sneak away for some NSA fun. It says you’re nearby. Are you free for some fun?”
Fuck yes! He was a five-minute walk from my hotel. Within ten minutes, there was a knock at my door, and this horny German had me undressed within seconds.
After he licked and sucked every inch of my body, we enjoyed a twenty-minute suck and fuck that had me cumming twice and him filling a condom with spunk.
“So, what’s up with the bruises and red marks?” My German lover asked as he got dressed, “did you have an accident today or something?”
I had no idea what he was talking about until I looked down. Light bruises, scrapes, and redraw spanking marks were like a portfolio of evidence from my Bosphorous shenanigans earlier.
If only you knew, darling! I thought to myself before bidding him farewell and passing out in a pool of my own pussy slop and post-sex mess. Istanbul? Completed!
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