Stories

My name’s Kristine, I work as one of the girls of 18 years and over in the escort model agency of Turkey. I have a friend, 24-years old rich guy named Mark. He drives a fancy sports car. His blood is hot, the same as mine and we often have fights because of controversy in our outlooks on things and our hot tempers.

Once, he was driving and I was sitting in his car on the streets of Istanbul. Some dude drove by on another fancy sports car (I don’t differentiate between their models, all I know it was expensive). I lowered the side glass and smiled at him. He spotted this and started giving me the backward reaction consisting of kissing the air, flirting, eye contact, and tongue movements. He also roared the car engine while we were standing.

He nailed me down to the wall and hammered my pussy. He held my hands with his hands so I couldn’t move and penetrated me with a power and persistence of a jackhammer. When he took his hands from mine and grabbed my ass halves, his power increased and every his strong jerk was comparable to a sledgehammer. Extra hard, on the verge of pain, he did me, a young adult escort girl, in his apartment. When he has had enough, he thrown me on the bed without any word, put on the left side, and bent me over to raise my legs up. Now my ass was the easy prey and he entered pussy, leaned his mass over me, and continued his hammering. I felt like he had a never-ending energy he scooped from thin air.

“In pursue of a bike, best guess, it is Yamaha, the registration number is …” I heard the words of the police officer he screamed on a portable radio to an operator. The police car with two officers was chasing us now for several miles already in this rural asphalt road in Turkey.

My Yamaha was fast but so the police car was too. I was flying ahead trying to lose them in about 130-150 km/hour. Hard to breathe in the helmet. My friend was on another bike a little bit back after me and we were doing this chase that the police forced us to do. Now we had no other chance but to lose them. I don’t want to go to jail.

It all started a half an hour ago – I came to a residence of a client of a schoolgirl dressed escort lady – I provide such services.

They wanted something more. I thought this would be another call to please a crowd of several men, dance striptease to them having several shots of tequila as I usually do when ordered for a big company… But not in this case. They wanted something really more. 5 men, medium-drunk, told me on that evening that they were saturated with everything in their lives. I think they told me it was a little gathering after 10 years since their graduation day and they’ve decided to cheer up and invited me, one of students Istanbul escort, to breathe in more life into their pastime.

Hey, everyone! I’m Nata, 21, I work as Istanbul young adult escort of Istanbul escort service agency. This time, I’m telling you a story about my experience of hiking in the Taurus Mountains in Turkey. This is a huge location people drive by Jeeps as the territory is really wide and it’s impossible to hike with a backpack just like that. So you need to have a car.

She’s on the table. Sitting on top of it in my office. Office of a start-up’er. I am currently creating new software that will ease the process of planning people’s trips all over the world: imagine as you select the country or a city, and the online app will tell you what things or locations might be of your interest based on your social media preferences. I’m collecting all available information about you from all over the web and, processing it, offer you the list of what you might want to see/visit. And once you select from the list, the app will offer you the best route, time for travel, air tickets, and hotel/apartments accommodations. I hope one day, this will change the traveling experience.

As I am a person too and need to have quality rest from time to time from my tense work, today, I’ve chosen a girl from Ukrainian escort in Istanbul service.

He told me to dress up for a dirty place. He took us on the site on his jeep and gave some ammunition: a flashlight, rope, and a sheathed knife – just in case. And some more useful stuff in a small backpack (taking the same set along with him) – to protect ourselves from the unforeseen circumstances. For instance, if the arch of the cave falls down, or stalactite cracks and falls, or rocks will block our way… Sex is fun no matter if you are an eskortlar Istanbul girl or her client but the safety of life is even more fun.

I love to swim. Some people who know me say that I’m like the amphibian – all I need is water. I try to spend as much time in the water as possible. During cold winters, when the sea is not an option (or I’m far from the natural water arteries), I use the swimming pool. James, the owner of one of them, has become my sex friend – I exchange sex with him 2 times a month for the right to swim in the pool after its closure, serving as his personal Istanbul partner. Usually from 9 PM to 1 AM. This time is perfectly suitable.

I wanted to arrange a really good party. Not only because I can (shall read: have money and I’m proud of that) but also because it was my birthday. 22^nd one. It was really important to make everything at the highest level. I hired the party organizer to make everything right. I told him about the decorations, food, booze, gifts to invited people, the list of invitees, the DJ and the preferred music selection. Still, I had a feeling I was missing something, some little emptiness was in my heart. When I told the organizer about it, he pondered and offered me to invite girls-entertainers. We’ve discussed this topic a little bit and made it broader – girls will be nude bartender helpers and nude waitresses. He told me they are from Istanbul escort face model agency, so the guests can be escorted also, in addition to being just served. I guess this will make my party marvelous.

Hello, everyone! This is not another sex story (though I will surely tell about sex here). These are my thoughts about how escort industry is the same unpredictably creative as many oeuvre-related industries. Well, to start with, let’s take a movie industry. Do you know how movies or clips are created? This is a total chaos and mess with millions of variables and ‘what ifs’. Let’s say you wanna create a new movie. Okay, then you act as the producer trying to make something – and thus you have to collect around you writers, director, executive producers who would finance it or a studio, then negotiate with actors, coordinate a thousand people on the shooting site if it actually happens… This is only what’s on the surface.

We’ve decided to ask our Istanbul Ukrainen escort girls about what they can tell about the worst or funny sex-related cases they ever had in life. From hundreds of complaints and memories, we’ve picked only the best ones to reveal to you (without exhibiting real names, of course). Have fun reading!

I put a collar around her neck. The made-for-human collar for the neck has a ring on its backside to connect it with a leash. It is made of brown leather and it holds her neck tight. I look into her eyes – she has that look as if a wild animal, only she is not roaring. Yet. A wildly attractive eskort Whatsap girl who loves to make it harder.

It was the first time I have decided on such an experiment. The club was dark and nice to stay in it. I did not want to leave. “Here is your couple,” said a woman from girls WhatsApp who met me, pointing to another girl from escort WhatsApp, kneeling and licking a shoe of my new acquaintance. “Well, that’s enough!” she commanded and the woman obediently retired on her knees and hands into the room and lay down on the sofa, the hair curled up. My new friend was Natalie, and her mate-maid was named Kate. Kate was, you can say naked: her chest was wrapped around a rope knitted behind her neck, a dog collar around her neck, and at the waist, there was a belt to which was tied a rope, passed through the crotch.

My name is Alina and I’m 23 years old, I’m from new girls in escort. Today I’ll tell you how I discovered the unexpected fetish in my life, which was my number one joy.

I worked with a boy in the summer camp. He was so slim and attractive and his laugh made me so horny just from the very first seconds. And his hands! So strong and so hot, just a dream for every girl! We obviously liked each other and spent many hours together during that summer. But there was one nuance which was just killing me. Neither in the first sight, nor in the second, he did not demand from me anything actually sexual, despite I obviously expressed my desire to feel him like one of real girls escort.

This costume was really fucking hot. Desperately hot. The costume was shaped like a potato, a big, human-size potato, starting from the neck (with only my head protruding out of it), ending on the same level of my knees.

The outer shell was made of some sort of rubber-feel like material but not a rubber. It was something like from what thermal costumes are made. Like ones that divers wear. Elastic but freakishly hot. Wearing this, I had to go to the party arranged by my client. I was in his big fancy house already and as all other escort girls Istanbul already had their costumes on, I was still struggling with mine.

I did the great costumed gift for my boyfriend – this evening, I choose to be a schoolgirl wearing really depraved clothes – who doesn’t dream of having sex with his classmate, not limiting oneself in his thoughts? Even breaking a couple of rules?…

I have a boyfriend named Adrian, despite the fact I work as one of the escort girls Istanbul. I am asked sometimes – doesn’t it prevent me from having a personal life? No, escort girls are not unremitting sex machines – we are people and nothing from human features is alien for us. Yes, we work a lot, and often, in the non-standard schedule, but we find a lot of possible explanations to our business at the most inappropriate time of the day. However, this isn’t a revelation story. This is about one of the sexiest evenings we’ve spent lately together with my boy.

Sometimes I receive unusual assignments, complementing the original idea of calling me to someone’s home or apartment. One of such tasks yesterday was making a dinner at clients’ house. Completely naked. Well, only wearing an apron. Though, it was even more arousing than wearing nothing – as, you know, it is always much sexier to wear one or two things on the naked body than to be completely undressed. I already understood that it was a part of a man’s psychology: when a girl from Escort Istanbul Whatsapp service (and any other girl either) wears only something, it excites them much more than when she becomes totally undressed. That is why stockings and high heels (without anything else) are so popular among the men population during sex with a girl. Especially if she is pretty, just like me.

The hiking was now going for 3 hours or so. At the beginning of it, Anastasia from eskortlar-escort girls and her hiking guide/instructor Antonio have decided to start a 6-hours trip despite the heavy rain clouds that were gathering in the sky. They hesitated whether to shift hiking to some other day but since his time was fully packed in next two weeks and she has been anticipating this forest adventure for over a month, they eventually decided to go for it. She wanted to rest from her tiresome physical work, to have rest with soul and inhale some fresh air.

This man always wanted to do this with an eskortlar girl. At least, that’s what he told me at the beginning of our 4-hour meeting (though he could pay me extra some 50 or 100 bucks and have me for all night instead of 4 hours (or maybe he wasn’t familiar with such a payment scheme?)). His dream was as follows:

• Wrap me up into the transparent food tape all over, from tiptoes to the neck.
• Glue me up with a sticky tape to immobilize even further.
• Fuck me like this, totally powerless to move.

This story has been before Alla, one of Istanbul agency girls became now employed in her current position. In a time of the story, Alla was the 19-years-old girl with blond curly hair. She had it all as she has now from the body parameters: firm breasts of the 3^rd size; eager look with an expressed desire to make various stuff in sex when she wanted to entertain herself; curvaceous body 96-54-98 that was very intriguing for people around her, especially men; very tight and sporty ass – she loved physical exercises and not always, they were ones in the gym, sometimes passionate sex replaced them. The height of that beauty was over 170 cm and with such parameters, she was a desirable piece for many lustful men. She was aware that the way she looked may turn out very beneficial several or more times in her life – she has done so when she needed something and people just gave it to her because of her beauty, expecting a little in return.

Russian escort in Istanbul woman Annie had a workout at home. She hated going to the public gym for several reasons. Firstly, almost all of the male population stared at her slim body that had the second-sized breast and was crowned with pretty head with long dark hair. Secondly, she knew about such places that so many people were neglecting personal hygiene – it was disgusting to step into the shower after them (and there was a 100% probability of catching finger fungus there) and to change dresses on the sweated bench. To avoid all that stuff but still maintaining herself in a good shape that her profession required, she equipped a mini-gym in her house, where several machines were used as basic and enough set.

Istanbul Russian girl aged 24 named Alla has come to another client in his hotel room. He requested her to have several pairs of sexy underwear and informed upfront that he would do photos of this brown-haired and brown-eyed girl. Her forms were appetizingly enchanting – in this, a photographer made sure right after a girl got undressed and worn a first pair of red underwear to make a photo shoot.

The hayloft was ready for filming, and so were the girls, one of which was a new girl Istanbul. One was blond named Jessie, and the second one was a brunette named Chastity. What a nice name and subtle irony for a girl whose main engagement this year is participation in porn films of all kinds!

After the ‘action’ word of command by the director, girls started to kiss each other and camera took their big plan, focusing on the lips. The other camera was filming more general plan depicting as they used their arms and legs that shone with the complete absence of hair and were groomed just as men love it: shiny, tanned, a little oiled, just as the rest of their magnificent slim bodies with natural breasts.

They were surfing the area, catching the streaming waves under a hot sun. She, an Istanbul Asian side girl named Lucy, was a lover of this leisure during her free time, and this time of the year, the water gave her much enjoyment with waves of 4-7 meters high. She had a boyfriend Mark, who didn’t know that she was one of the girls in Asian side workers, and she kept it this way for many months now.

They were enjoying the water that was almost hot under this 4 PM sun. Their bodies were all muscled and fit, but they did not have to go to a gym to preserve this state – the water of this sea was kind to their desire to stay fit as long as possible and gave them the necessary physical exercises that they really enjoyed.

Sasha from Istanbul Asian side escort model agency headed to her usual next order in this part of the city, when her car suddenly made such noises: bump, bump, bump, slowing down significantly every second. When it stopped, she got out of a car and looked around: the empty road in the 2:30 in the morning, the stunning brunette is standing beside her car, and literally no one who would and could help her with this bummer, or to tell her what this ‘bump’ sound was about.

One of the new girls Istanbul desired sex. To do that, she called her boyfriend and in just a few hours, there must have been the start of their experience. It was not just a plain sex – in and out and run. No, it supposed to be a sort of a game, when she – a blonde pussycat with tidy hair and neat face, slim and tall – supposed to groom herself very much to be perfect in the skin and odor to her boyfriend.

Lisa and Marie were newcomers to the escort model agency in Istanbul. They were new girls Istanbul. They have already taken a few orders and were gaining experience step by step in a new way of communicating with men in their premises.

The locations they’ve been to were not very diversified. There were hotel rooms, restaurants, one time it was bowling club and the parking lot when one date ended with some guy. It is not that they were working on a pair, but were friends who tell each other about their meetings.

One day a couple of friends came to visit us. I made a lot of food, and my husband bought some alcohol. When all was eaten and drunk, it was found that it’s too late and our friends have to spend the night with us.

We live in a studio apartment, we have only one bed but it is big and we decided to sleep altogether. Husbands are in the middle, and we are at the edges. Ten minutes later, talking about that & about this, all fell asleep. I woke up about two hours from the unbearable desire to go to the toilet. I went to the toilet and when I came back, I saw that my husband rolled over to my place, and I had to lie down on it, but that did not stop me from quickly falling sleep.

The second time I woke up, feeling my husband takes off with my panties as if I was an eskortlar girl.

He was driving on the highway in the direction of the city. It was past midnight. In the headlights, he saw the girl. A car stopped, the window is rolled down and the door opened with a smile for a fellow traveler.

She sat down, and he could see her better: red boots to the knee and fishnet stockings stressed gorgeous legs of the eskortlar girl; denim shorts, bared wide hips and snug round ass. Pierced bellybutton was hidden with the black-and-white topic, through which the driver could see two large breasts, in the center of each of which he clearly could see the bumped nipples. She crossed her legs like an eskortlar girl. When they arrived at the destination, pointed by the eskortlar girl, he stopped the car.

I came to practice in the company that was specializing in marketing. Director of the company was very handsome but still not married. Half of the office girls wanted him to like them, but he was not bowed to anyone.

One day he called me in the evening & said that tomorrow we would go to an important meeting; I must have all the charm & get this deal! I wasn’t used to the office clothes & then have to wear a shirt & skirt. I looked gorgeous like an Istanbul escorts girl, especially on the heels.

That day I was wearing lace stockings like an Istanbul escorts girl, the beautiful skirt just above the knee, red shoes with heels and a nice blouse, which so well emphasizes my chest, especially when I’m without a bra.

The colleagues-men stared at me for any reason and were drooling when I climbed to the second floor because of stockings under the skirt contour was visible. So this boring day comes to an end… But I do not want to leave, I got into the Internet to search for someone who will be able to relax me today.

Kate was a 20-year-old Escort Istanbul model with long legs and perfect shapes; she was preparing for the breakfast and cut the vegetables for the salad. Standing with her back to the door, she, of course, had no idea that her boyfriend Dylan is propping the door with his shoulder, for several minutes admiring the views of her sweet ass. Kate was on his shirt, which tilted at each movement brazenly opened her silk panties for Dylan’s eyes. Pants were narrow and Dylan could catch a glance out of the corner of juicy pink labia. Sweet longing captivated his mind; he remembered the details of last night.

Andrew was waiting for his obsession.

Last Saturday, as usual, he circled the city in search of customers and noticed a couple coming out of the café. He snapped the car right at their feet.

Not having time to sit down, the guy just reached the escort Istanbul girl under her skirt, and she smiled apologetically and called the address!

Absorbed in memories Andrew did not see how someone came up from the passenger door and was startled by the click of the handle. Heart sank, and then thumped with such force that his eyes darkened.

It was a warm summer evening. I was tired of sitting at home and watching TV, so I’ve decided to walk the streets of the city because my Istanbul escort nature demanded it. I touched up lips, adjusted make-up and started to choose attire. I took my elastic pants out of the closet, put them on and turned to the mirror. I saw that their adhesive qualities are so strong that even the barely visible thong are still visible through them. It was so intimate I felt like an Istanbul escort girl. This evening I could go with no underwear at all. So I decided to take it all off and then try my pants again.

Have you ever had sex on the plane’s board? All the interior lights at night are almost switched-off, our seats and our bodies are so close so they can touch and caress each other, again and again. Seeing as you’re closing your eyes, pretend you are asleep, but so deep and thrilled breath becomes, feeling my mind and not taking away from the arm of the hand even when my elbow touched the edge of the chest, feeling the soft dresses and lightweight lace bra, as a girl from Istanbul escort.