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Blackmailed in Turkey

By: Kmaf



The young Turkish woman entered the office. She was about 22, though her round, elfin face with its wide, near black, almond eyes and full red lips made her look younger. It was framed perfectly by long, midnight dark hair that flowed to her shoulders.

Her manner of dress would have been considered utterly immodest by the local standards of Islamic prudery. Her white tank top was too tight for a bra to be worn underneath. In the west, she would have been complemented on not needing to wear one. Shaped like plump, ripe pomegranates her firm youthful flesh needed no support. The low cut of her top did little to hide the fullness of her breasts, nor the proud, slightly upturned nipples that tipped them. Even in the dingy light of the office, the dark, puckered aureole that surrounded her nipples were plain through the thin white fabric that struggled to just cover them.

Her tight fitting black skirt was short; barely long enough to hide the tops of the sheer dark stockings that covered her shapely legs. She stood hesitantly. Eventually she drew enough courage to speak.

"You wanted to see me, Sir?" 

Her question was directed to the owner-manager of the small hotel she worked for, now sat behind a large desk. He was about sixty (she guessed at his age; she did not know it exactly and had never dared ask). He was overweight. Too mean to pay for the air conditioning in the hotel to be fixed, even with no exertion the humid heat caused beads of sweat to form on his balding scalp. He did not acknowledge her presence. While she waited for him to respond she fixed her attention to a sweat bead that trickled down into one of the greasy grey-black arcs of unkempt hair that remained above his ears. He reached into the pocket of the grubby linen suit he wore and pulled out a stained handkerchief to mop it away.

He did not look up, but concentrated on the papers in front of him as he spoke.

"I called you ten minutes ago. Where have you been?"

The girl shuffled uneasily on her heels, nervously pressing her thighs together.

"I am sorry, Sir. But there were guests checking in at reception. I came as quickly as I could." 

He grunted a dismissal and looked up. "To more important matters. I see we have a new guest?"

The receptionist needed no more information. She knew exactly where this was going to lead. She hated being part of it, but she had no choice. 

"We have a number of new guests."

This brief evasion was, she knew, pointless. But it gave some sense of, well, trying. 

The hotel manager was irritated by her obvious stalling. Looking up at last he made his clarification clear in staccato:

"Yes. A girl! European. Perhaps American. Blond. Probably no more than a teenager."

The receptionist sighed "Yes, Sir. I think I know who you mean," (she knew his tastes; he could mean no one else). "She is American. She booked in five days ago."

"Which room?"

"Number 23."

The manager's eye narrowed. "And she is here alone?"

The girl sighed silently. "Yes, Sir. She is alone."

The manager lent back in his office chair and grinned. "Excellent. Well then. It seems we have the chance of another..." He paused slightly for emphasis, "...project on our hands, doesn't it?"

The girl looked down. Quietly she said: "Yes, Sir. It does."

"Good," said the manager. He stood. The girl noticed that although lose, the front of his ill-fitting pants showed a clear sign of his erection. The girl sank inwardly. The thought of another 'project' always excited him. 

He moved from round the desk to stand beside the girl. He spoke quietly into her ear. "Yes. This girl will make a very good project. Do you not agree?"

Not altering her posture she silently turned her head towards him. 

"You have the spare key to her room?" he asked.

"Yes," she replied quietly.

He nodded and mopped the sweat away from his balding head once more with the handkerchief balled in his palm.

"Good. But now, there is the matter of you being late." 

"I'm sorry, Sir. I told..."

He raised his palm to quiet her. "Enough!"

Nonchalantly, he added: "Now raise your skirt and bend over the desk..." 



Emma lay on the beach, face down, her eyes closed, enjoying the warm sun bronzing her firm, teenage flesh. She felt the sudden cool of a falling shadow, the eclipse of warmth enough to make her turn onto her side and open her eyes. The shadow was that of a man standing above her, one of the many locals who frequented the beach. The resort was used by some tourists, but mainly by local men who would come primarily, Emma knew, to get a good look at the Western girls in their brief swimwear. She had never seen a local woman at the beach.

She squinted as her eyes slowly adjusted to the new light on her retinas. As the man became clearer she guessed that he was probably only in his thirties, but looked older. As his features took form, Emma realised he was quite ugly. A ridiculously brief thong just served to accentuate his flabby torso and short, hairy legs. Despite being on a public beach with a lot of people sunning themselves, she suddenly felt quite naked in her revealing cream string tie bikini. She rolled over onto her bum. Then she sat, pulled her knees up towards her chin and folded her arms around her calves. It was an almost instinctive move, the best she could do to hide her body from his too obvious gaze. She looked up at him.

"What do you want?" She inquired.

"You Anglazi,.. Deutsch?" 

Emma pushed her shoulder length strawberry blond hair back over her ear, tilting her head slightly to one side to look the man in the eye. She had been pestered by local men almost constantly since arriving in Turkey and had learned in her short time here that a direct refusal was all that worked.

"No," she said with a sigh she hoped would make her lack of interest clear. Then she added: "American". She immediately regretted her qualification as he clearly took it to be an invitation to conversation.

"Ah, American! You holiday?" His poor English was delivered with a thick local accent.

"Yes," replied Emma trying to make her lack of interest clear. 

"OK. Is good. You meet me. Later. Have drink?" The man asked. 

He reached down to his waist and pulled his thong up under his protruding belly. He bulged and Emma realised with a faint disgust that he was semi erect. Worse still, he clearly wanted her to see how big he was. She sighed inwardly. God, the local men were awful. Did they all think the best way to get a date with a Western girl was to flash their junk? Anyway, why did he think a creep his age would interest her?

Emma snapped from her thoughts. "No, sorry," She said eventually, being as polite as her mood allowed. "I'm busy tonight."

The man grunted a nod but did not move. He reached behind himself and pulled out the pack of cigarettes he kept pushed down the back of his briefs. He took one out and lit it. Though she had had the occasional cigarette, the thick, acrid smell of the local cigarettes made Emma feel sick. He proffered the pack to her.

"Smoke?" he inquired.

"No, thank you. I don't," Emma said, flapping her hand in front of her face somewhat moralistically to dispel the smoke.

"Tonight. Later. I take you to club. We have good time."

Emma noticed that the man's eyes had shifted from looking directly into hers. By the direction of his now transfixed stare she realised that in raising her knees she had revealed the thin strip of bikini brief that covered her pudenda. He drew back on his cigarette intent on savouring her inadvertent between the thighs show. This had not done anything to help the gross erection now clearly beginning to strain at the man's thong. He saw that Emma had noticed it. Far from being embarrassed, he tried to suck in his belly and pushed his hips forward in a pitiful attempt to make himself more attractive to the beautiful young American.

"Excuse me!" Emma barked as she flattened her legs quickly.

He just smiled. "I take you to friend's party. Have great time."

"No, I've told you already. I'm busy!" Emma snapped her head back sharply, causing her blond hair the fly back and her full breasts to giggle slightly. A pink tip of tong darted across his lips as he now clearly saw Emma's large D cup breasts bounce before his eyes.

"My friend. He have great parties. Lot of English German American girls go. He made a gesture of pulling a joint from his mouth and with a wink added: "You like smoke?" 

"Look!" Shrieked Emma. "I have told you I am not interested. I do not want to go. I am busy." Then, punctuating each word in a mimic of his broken English, "do... you... understand... me?"

With this the man shrugged and, pulling on his cigarette, finally walked slowly away.

Emma felt relief at his departing but she had had enough. This vacation was proving to be terrible. One week in and she wanted to go home. But her air tickets were not transferrable. She must endure two more weeks. 

She had worked hard in her first year at university and felt she had earned a break. She wanted to get away from the dull weather of Boston, especially after the break up with her boyfriend. She could have travelled in the States but the need to explore the wider world a bit was strong. Her parents were quite unhappy at the thought of her travelling to Turkey. But she had argued that it was safe – a well known beach resort (actually Emma knew it was not that well known). She also told them she was travelling with two friends. This was, well, only a white lie. She had planned to travel with two friends but they had dropped out at last minute due to being broke. Emma was quite fortunate in having a small trust fund to call upon now she was eighteen. When her friends dropped out, she nearly cancelled the trip herself. But in a fit of bravado she had finally decided to go on her own.

Emma stood and reached to the sand for the short floral sundress she had brought with her. Not bothering to unfasten the buttons, she slipped her wrists into the arm holes and raised it above her head. As she did so, she noticed the group of local men who had congregated around her in an almost unbroken circle had not failed to notice that her pose now showed off her long slim legs, good hips and full breasts to perfection. The large firm globes stood proudly on her body without a hint of sag as the tight bikini straps pushed some young smooth tanned tit flesh to the sides of the top.

She groaned and quickly slipped the sun dress over her bikini, stroking her hands over her body to smooth it down. She slipped her feet into her pumps and grabbed the beach bag that contained just sun block, water and the keys to her hotel room. To get past her circle of admirers, Emma had to practically step over one man in his fifties who rested prone on his elbow. As she approached he strained his neck, positioning his head so as to get a good and quite obvious look up her dress as she passed. By now she hardly cared about the local men ogling her. Lets the bastards watch. They can have a good wank later if they want to, she thought defiantly. In truth, the thought of the dark-skinned local men pleasuring themselves while calling her image to mind made her feel dirty.

Once past the men she took the short walk up the beach back towards her hotel. 

Her hotel! Emma felt her depression deepen a little. God, it was as awful as the men. She had chosen it on line because it was near to the beach and, well, cheap. Emma recalled the third lie she had told her parents: "No it's not an independent hotel. It's part of a large chain." The hotel looked good in the on-line photographs, but in reality was quite run down and even creepy. It was smaller than she expected with only about thirty rooms on three floors. It was dirty and the facilities none existent. The air conditioning never worked leaving the rooms heavy with a damp, cloying heat. 

Once she reached her hotel, she stepped through the open entrance. Moving through reception she paused briefly to smile at the very pretty local girl who worked behind the desk. The girl smiled back, somewhat nervously, Emma thought. But the though soon evaporated. 

Emma took the elevator up to her second floor room. She walked down the ill lit corridor with its dehydrated pot plants and approached the door marked 23. She slipped the key in. The lock felt odd, slack. As she started to turn the key the door pushed open. Her room was unlocked. She felt a slight twinge of unease. She was sure she had locked the door before heading to the beach. As she entered the room the slight unease turned to full panic. Her room had been ransacked. All the drawers of the cheap bedroom furniture were open. Her clothes were scattered over the floor and onto the old, heavy bed. Even in her panic, Emma noticed that there was some order in the chaos. Her underwear had been separated and arranged on the bed. She felt bile rise in her stomach as she dashed to her suitcase. At least it was still there! The case was good quality and secure. She felt a moment's relief. The locks looked good. But as she grabbed the case to lift it onto the bed it fell open. Her heart sank to the pit of her stomach. The locks were good, but the hinges at the back had been prised off. Looking at the scratches something like a screwdriver had been used to crudely force them away from the plastic. Desperately Emma searched the case. It was empty. Oh, God! Emma gasped. Her money and credit cards were gone. So was her passport and air tickets. Even her mobile phone.

Emma ran from the room and down the corridor. She stabbed at the lift button. It was now out of order! She dashed down the stairs, taking two at a time, descending the four flights to the hotel lobby in moments. Catching her breath she ran to the desk. The local girl was still there, busy checking out a middle-aged man in a cheap suit. The man though was clearly absorbed in checking out the girl's body. He turned and looked at Emma as she approached the desk.

"Please! You have got to help me!"

"One moment, please. I will be with you," replied the girl.

Emma groaned. She was in such a state that she did not even notice that her dash had caused the strap of her sun dress to fall over her shoulder revealing the left side of her bikini top. The man did notice however and took no shame in switching his attention from the receptionist to Emma's shapely and now better revealed breast. Drool slowly appeared at the corners of his mouth when he noticed her breasts where more then just a handful.

She glared at him as she pulled the top of her dress back up and turned again to the girl at the desk.

With that the girl handed the grinning man his passport and some change and he left.

"How can I help?" She asked.

"Please," gasped Emma, her breath short more from shock than her exertions. "My room has been robbed! My tickets, my passport, my money. Everything has gone."

The girl's eyes widened with a look of approaching horror. "Oh, no." She sighed. "When?"

"Today. Earlier. It must have been while I was at the beach."

The girl's look of horror turned to one more of desperation. She looked furtively around as if making sure they were alone then intently back at Emma. Before starting to speak she reached out and placed her hand over Emma's, now flat on the reception desk. She squeezed it lightly in an act that seemed intent on comforting her as much as keeping her attention. Leaning forward, she spoke quietly, as if to tell her a secret.

"Please, listen to me. Go now. Quickly. You must go now. Go to your consulate. Get help there. But leave here. Leave now."

The girl's anxious stream of advice was interrupted by a male voice from the open door of the office behind the desk. The girl seemed shocked and visibly cringed as she heard it. She pulled away from Emma as if to pretend their conversation had never happened.

"I do not think that will be necessary, Fatima," said a portly, balding Turk of about sixty appearing from the office. He placed a hand on the reception girl's shoulder. She visibly shrunk under his touch.

"I will deal with this, Fatima. You have better things to be doing," he said.

"Yes, Sir," she sighed turning her head down. She caught Emma with one last, pleading glimpse before turning to walk away.

As she did so the man called after her. "I will want to talk to you later, Fatima. Do you understand?" The girl turned and, avoiding Emma's gaze, replied "Yes, Sir. I understand." Emma could not fail to notice the air of resignation in her voice.

The man grinned, showing a set of bad teeth. "Now, miss. I am the hotel manager. What is your problem?

Emma felt a little relief at being able to speak to someone in charge. "Yes, thank you. My room has been broken into. My things stolen. Important things."

The hotel manager looked sternly at her. "Are you sure? I do not know how this is possible. This hotel is quite secure. Nobody could get past the desk."

"Well it has happened."

The man cupped his chin in his fingers and pondered.

"Hmm..." He looked intently at Emma. "We had better deal with matter this in my private office."

He moved back from the reception desk and swept his arm in a gesture of invitation. "This way, if you please."

Emma moved behind the desk, stepping ahead of him and through the open door into the back office. He followed her in. Once inside he pointed to an elevator. 

"My private office would be best. Follow me, please."

Emma stepped up the elevator door. He poked at the button and reached to pull open the door. 

The elevator was small, claustrophobic, the heat even heavier. Emma manoeuvred herself as far back as she could as he entered the elevator behind her. His arm reached up and over her shoulder. Stale sweat shocked her nostrils with an acid tang. A key emerged from between his fingers.

"The fourth floor. It is all private. My office is there." With that, he placed the key into the panel and turned it. Emma notice that the elevator had no floor buttons and realised it must only go to his private floor. The doors closed and the ascent began. Emma felt as if the trip to the fourth floor was taking forever. The lift was slow and, even given the elevators small size, he stood closer to her than he needed two. Emma was not tall – about 5'5". Though he was only about three inches taller than her his bulk made him appear a massive, looming presence.

Eventually, the elevator stopped and he pushed the door open. Emma stepped out with some relief straight into his private office. The furnishing was minimal. A large desk dominated the room. In front of it was an old style ottoman couch; its low, wide seat curving into a high, wood trimmed back. 

"Please, sit," the manager said arching his arm towards it as he moved behind the desk.

Emma sat in the middle of the ottoman. As she sat she noticed with a little disgust that its red and gold fabric was worn and stained. She sat forward. As she did so, her sun dress fell open over her leg revealing her upper thighs and the lower-V of her bikini briefs. She looked up and noticed that the still standing hotel manager was leaning forward slightly so as to better admire her. Quickly she gathered the skirt, wrapping it around her and pulling it down as far as possible over her legs. She reached her hands forward to her knees to cover her breasts with her upper arms. She concluded this was the most modest pose her relative undress allowed. 

The hotel manager slipped of his jacket, hung it over the back of the desk chair and sat. "Now, tell me what has happened."

Wearily, Emma began to repeat the story: "This morning, about ten, I think, I went to the beach. When I got back..."

"When would that be?"

"Around noon. I went back to my room..."

"Which is?"

His interruptions were beginning to irritate Emma. She didn't hide it as she continued:


Blackmailed in Turkey Ch. 02



Emma was stunned, how could someone that perverted exist? After the filthy owner had used her body for his pleasure, she was allowed to return to her room, and he "would do anything" to recover her personal belongings. 

That night she hardly slept. The feeling of the dirty old man sticking his cock in her overwhelmed her with disgust and anger. But most of all she was frightened by his last words.. She feared this wasn't over and in a short moment of total panic she called her mother and told her that she lost her stuff and if she could be picked up. Of course she would, though she could've predicted that her mom was not going to come over just to pick her up but also to stay a couple of days. And staying one more day in this country made her breakfast come back up again. 

Though she was too ashamed to tell her what really happened, so she agreed to have some 'fun' time with her mother and her younger sister who thought a last minute trip Turkey was just what she needed. Her rich and decadent mother probably won't want to stay in this hotel anyway, so at least she'd be out of this hell hole.

She took a shower for a couple of hours, trying to clean herself from the disgusting body fumes of the hotel manager. 

Now she was looking at herself in the mirror, cursing herself for her flawless figure, the whole reason this happened. 

Putting on her other bikini which was older and a little bit too small for her grown up breasts (she'd threw away the one 'he' torn off her body immediately). She tied her big breasts together, creating a mouthwatering cleavage which she covered up gently by a buttoned up summer dress without any intention showing her assets off to any more leering eyes of dirty Turkish men, especially the manager.

She'd seen him look at her, gazing at her large chest. 

When a couple of schoolboys (as in most of them) do it it's fine, but the old pervert gave her the chills from the start. The situation gave him an insane opportunity which he took gladly with both hands, leaving Emma ravished and almost traumatized. 

Though she wasn't the type to cry away in a corner so she packed her beach bag and left for the beach again.

On the way out she'd failed to notice the hotel manager on the other side of the lobby talking to the fat man from the beach the day before..

Watching every step she took as she walked by, her youthful chest jiggling under the thin fabric of her dress and her long blond hair waving behind her. 

A dirty grin appeared on the mans face..

She walked far enough to be out of sight of the drooling local men and put her towel behind a large rock nearby the sea.

She was only there for 10 minutes laying in the sun when a somehow familiar shadow came over her.

She opened her eyes en looked into the ugly face of the Turkish guy who tried to hook up with her yesterday.

"Hello again pretty American girl!"

Her look of annoying and displeased should've scared every guy off, though he stayed at his place. 

"you come with me now for some party?" he said again in bad English, trying to suck in his big hairy belly which spilled over his bulging thong.

She hissed.. "I told you yesterday I'm not interested!"

"Well now, I just want you to.." 

She interrupted him there "Listen to me, go away, you are fat, ugly, and way too old to be even think about me while jerking off. So leave me alone".

"wow, somebody is in a bad mood.. But I don't think I'm gonna leave beautiful.. You see, I want something from you, and if I don't get it I lock you up for stealing and not paying the hotel managers bills.."

Her eyes went wide as she now stood up to face the fat man in the skimpy shorts. "w-where did you.."

'I'm a very good friend of him and a cop for many years he lied.."

"I can throw you in jail for that you know.."

He grinned knowing this could actually work.. All I want is a small payment.. Not even as bad as my friend did to you, he smiled while saying that, making Emma very uncomfortable, though I wouldn't mind getting the same treatment. 

She wanted to cry and swim away from this horrible beach but her mom was on her way, making this horror experience almost over..

"W-what do you want?"

I like western girls, especially with big tits like you, though they never let me come close.. 

You are one of the most beautiful I've ever seen here and if you let me play with your boobs for a while I'm willing to let you go with a warning.. Do we have a deal?

Emma's mouth went dry and she became more desperate by the minute.. "N-no..I...I just... she sighed.. if you leave me alone after that... yes"

His eyes became full of lust, his mouth covered with drool, not even caring to swallow as his complete attention was now focussed on this dream come true before him.

He moved closer, his flabby chest and belly jiggling with every step.

His bulge in the tight thong became bigger by the second.

"Lets get rid of this dress first.."

His plump fingers reached for her sundress, carefully buttoned up to her neck. She froze in fear, not fully realizing it was actually happening again. She showed her breasts willingly 3 times before, all high school studs whom she was dating.

And now in less then 2 days, 2 perverted and ugly men made her showing her body off twice to their gazing eyes and letting their hands discover every bit of soft skin.

Slowly he flipped open the buttons while Emma watched the horrible display in a frozen moment. He felt her soft skin for the first time, making him even more horny. As soon as her tanned cleavage became visible for his lustful gaze, his eyes went bigger and drool overflowing his mouth. The roundness of her breasts now so clearly visible under the flimsy material.

"Yeeess, yessss, yesterday you tried to hide them from me.. but now I can see them in full glory.. I was watching you yesterday for a very long time you know... staring at your big American breasts...your large teenage tits" he grinned pervertedly.

He disgusted her possible even more than the hotel manager.

"Now tell me, how big are they?"

She refused to answer as he repeated his question more aggressively.

"a...a..a large D cup.."

"Ooo yes.. teenage D cup breasts.. my favorite.. I jerked off last night thinking of you.. and now.. you are mine"

Emma shivered, most buttons now opened he slid the dress off her shoulders, dropping it in the sand, leaving only her bikini to protect her fabulous assets.

Her big breasts heaving under her breathing he now saw a pink bikini top, a size too small, pushing her luscious boobs even more upwards and spilling firm tit flesh over the sides. Her tits stood out far from her small frame, like a couple of extreme large oranges waiting for being squashed.

With a scary and horny look on his face he took both bikini straps and slowly slid them off her shoulders. Her breasts taking care of the rest as it almost seems they didn't want to be inside the bikini to begin with.

The tiny top flew immediately off her rack, causing her large chest to explode out of her slim frame, straight towards the ugly face of the old man. Her tanned firm teenage breasts jiggled slightly but had no sag at all and stood high on Emma's chest. Appearing even bigger because of her slender figure.

His eyes almost falling out, this was his biggest fantasy no becoming real right in front of him. 

He'd jerked off a thousand times at pictures on the internet of young busty beautiful and unreachable girls like Emma.

And now his moment had finally came, his erection had never been this big.

"ooo yes, thank you Allah, thank you..." 

He took both breasts in his hands and started to knead her soft flesh. She stood there stiff with her arms alongside her body, the wind from the sea blowing into her long blond hair while she undertook the cruel molestation from this perverted man.

He rolled her nipples between his fingers and breathed very loudly while doing so..

Digging his fingers deeper in the teenagers boobs he came closer and smelled her youthful scent from her neck.

"hmmm, so young and firm.. your tits are so big and soft Emma.. my friend was right, you are the most beautiful catch ever.."

His words didn't penetrate her brain enough to realize was he just said.. Emma just stared blankly ahead as she felt how her precious breasts got groped again by an aging ugly man.

At this moment he couldn't stop himself any more and groaned louder as his head moved down to the young teenage melons dangling in front of his face, her tiny nipples hard from the cold wind, yearning to be sucked on..

His hands took her lower back and pushed Emma closer while he buried his sweating face between her soft cleavage. His messy beard irritating on her flawless skin.

Letting his face disappear almost completely between Emma's chest he now opened his slimy mouth and sucked in as much breast as possible, almost inhaling her left tit. Pools of spit now running over her bountiful chest, she closed her eyes wishing to be somewhere else.

The fat pervert now sucked ravenously at the full D cup breasts of the gorgeous teen, soaking them in his dirty saliva and creating a disgusting sound of slurping and sucking. Taking her nipples between his teeth, his hands kneading the firm flesh whenever his filthy mouth wasn't on it.

"hmmpf, soo big and firm sllllrpp, so young..so young slllrrrpp so soft..you and your round tits are mine now.."

A small group of Turkish people walked by on the beach looking over at the sound of the fat mans pleasure sucking the young boobs. Obviously seeing that something is not right, nobody dared to say something about it. Some men even enjoyed the sight of a young western girl with a face full of disgust while a fat old man had his way with her breasts. Some even watched a little longer when they noticed Emma's beauty and the size of her chest, envying the old man who was sucking those 2 firm tits with obvious lustful pleasure.

For over 20 minutes he couldn't stop himself, almost trying to swallow a whole breast, feeling their firm and round structure. Lapping his tongue all over her soft skin, tasting her sweet young body odor.

The most perfect tits a girl could posses. Leaving bite marks all over them and kneading them as hard as he could, making them pretty much insensible. Emma bit her lips not to scream at the torture of her proud bust. She now cursed them for being so big and firm. 

After for what seemed like hours he let her go, leaving her tits drip with saliva.

He now pushed Emma down in the sand where she started to cry, "Please...please, leave me alone.. you played with my breasts, you tasted them... now leave me alone.." 

"No pretty girl, there is one thing left to do.."

He peeled the small thong from his fat thighs and dropped them on the ground, his heavy and thick erection standing proudly upwards, pushing the head into his own fat belly.

"this big man wants to join in too little girl.. hehe.." he smiled his most dirty smile en put his knees next to her in the sand.

Thinking her own bikini thong being ripped apart he actually started to go upwards, his bulbous cock pointing dangerously at her firm uprising breasts.

He sat down on Emma, his large and hairy body resting on her fit and slim frame, pushing her deep in the loose sand. He looked down on her. 

She held her arms across her face, refusing too look up to this ugly molester. Her big and round tits were firm enough not to sag to the sides but to point upwards, glistering in the sun from his saliva.

He slowly slid his rock hard cock between her soft flesh valley, pushing both breasts over his member, now completely disappeared between the teenage boobs. 

Sliding in and out of the firm cleavage his cock was in between, his fat belly and hairy arse scraping over her lean and smooth body.

"O yeah, your breasts giving me the ultimate pleasure.. your hot teen tits are mine for the taking now.. nothing you can do about it hehe..hmpfff" 

His cock slowly starting to fill with cum, it was now only a matter of time.

Grinding her deeper in the sand, he kneaded her large melons while his cock was buried deep into the teens heavy knockers.

People (mostly men) watched the horrible display with envy eyes as this incredible hot blonde teens tits were wrapped over this dirty fat mans penis.

Her soft boob flesh overflowing between his fingers while kneading them furiously as his cock slid in and out her cleavage one more time before starting to explode all over her neck, chin and breasts.

He screamed and groaned while emptying his cock on the most beautiful place he could ever dream of. Her young boobs dripping with saliva and cum while he twisted her nipples one more time before finally letting her breasts go.

He stood up, pulling his thong over his fat penis while looking aggressively at the few people who stood there on a safe distance. 

Knowing this man was probably not one to argue with, leaving Emma behind silently crying in the sand..

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The next day the hotel manager was working behind the counter when the entrance door opened and two women came in. Blinded by the sunlight in their backs he started to see them clearly when they were only a few feet before him walking towards his spot.

His mouth almost fell open. The beautiful tall woman before him was undoubtedly Emma's mother, the same blue eyes and blond hair (though hers was probably colored). Walking in expensive clothes it was clear this family had a lot to spend. His gazing eyes went down when he noticed the money was well spent. Spotting two obviously enlarged tits, big and round in a way only fake tits could be. Topping this off her skin was very tanned (probably lots of tanning studio's) making this on of the hottest milfs around.

But it wasn't Emma's mother that made his cock this hard.. no, it was her younger sister. 18 year old Lisa (only 10 months younger then Emma) stood next to her mother, showing off a beautiful face with the same blue eyes, blond hair features. Only being a little smaller and even more slender.

The only barely impossible thing was, that this hot little girl had even bigger tits then her sister and her mother!

How was this possible he thought, he should move to America if there are all like this over there!

Her large chest, which he guested was at least a firm E cup, was packed in a tight pink tank-top. Jiggling slightly with every step. They were pressed together by a normal bra, which made them look pushed up and enormous, but because of her very young age they still stood this way by themselves.

They looked huge on her small and slim frame, making him almost faint and cum instantly behind the wooden desk.

"Hi, I'm Maria, and this is my daughter Lisa. I'm looking for my daughter and I'm hoping you can help me.."

"Yes yes, I think I can help you real good miss..hehe.." 



Blackmailed in Turkey Ch. 03



After the dirty hotel manager told Emma's mother and sister where to find her they headed for her room where they found a devastated Emma. Emma was too embarrassed to tell them what really happened, especially because she lied to her parents about leaving with a friend to Turkey in the first place when she actually went alone. They had warned her enough before she left. So much for being young and adventurous, Emma thought.

Now, losing her stuff was one thing, but telling her mother that she let two old men use her young body would be too much. Luckily her parents are very wealthy, so it wasn't a big deal for them to fly over from the US and help their daughter out financially and get her a temporary passport so she could leave.

Once in her room, Emma's mother thought it was a good idea to stay in this hotel for a few days as it was close to the beach and she didn't want the hassle of searching for a better one in mid season. Emma tried to come up with any excuse to leave this horrible place without actually telling what really happened, but she had been so flustered that she couldn't come up with a good one. Besides, she figured her issues were over now that she was in the company of a responsible adult.

In the meantime the hotel manager and his fat friend from the beach were in complete awe of Emma's mother and sister, who were perhaps even sexier than Emma. How was this possible? The foul men figured they had it all wrong by living in Turkey their whole lives. When you have a fetish for young, blond and busty babes, America is the place to be!

When checking the new hotties in, the hotel manager noticed that Lisa was only 10 months younger than her older sister. He had guessed her to be about 16 years old earlier that day, but she actually turned 18 three days ago! Her young angelic face looked a lot younger then Emma's, which is what made her more appear more like a 16 year old high school girl.

While Lisa's sweet young facial features made her look young, her body said otherwise, as her phenomenal rack was on display in her tight summer dress. The manager had pretended to do some paperwork as he ogled this incredibly sexy and stacked blonde. How was this possible, even for a girl of 18 those knockers seemed unreal. 'What a sight!' he thought. Her slender frame and skinny legs put even more accent on her chest.

Emma's 41 year old mother was a typical MILF. She already had the necessary surgery to maintain her beauty. She'd got rid of some aging lines on her forehead and in the corners of her eyes, which combined with her tanned skin and make-up made her look young again. Her looks left no doubt that this mature woman with sparkling blue eyes, full lips and long blonde waving hair was the absolute prom queen of her time. And the way she still turned every guys' head made it clear her husband had absolutely nothing to complain about.

Of course her body did most of the work as she was very toned. Her tanned legs and silicone enlarged breasts were good for an instant boner. Their perfect round form and huge firm Double E cup size were absolutely breathtaking. Her years had taken its toll on her natural C cups as they started to droop down a bit, while her two daughters were blessed with even bigger and firmer tits than herself due to her husband's side of the family. This made her go to the plastic surgeon last year which gave her some pride back now having even bigger boobs than her daughters, although Lisa's ever growing knockers were getting very close in comparison.

It was lucky for the manager that he was standing behind a counter. Otherwise they would've seen his rock hard cock stretching his dirty pants. 

Once the mother and daughter left for Emma's room he called his fat friend immediately. He had already come up with an evil plan to make every fantasy they could have had come true.

The fat bastard rushed over and a deal was made pretty quickly: the mother for the fat man and the younger sister for the teen obsessed manager. 

The plan was plain and simple. The footage that was made of the manager having sex with Emma from his hidden office camera would be shown by the manager to Lisa. 

If she wouldn't cooperate, the video would be posted online and the manager would claim it is evidence Emma seduced him to escape her money problems, which could put her in the Turkey prison for months.

During his blackmail of Lisa, a live video stream would be sent to a hotel room with the mother and the fat man. The fat man would threaten that Lisa would be raped if the mother doesn't do whatever he desires. Of course, the mother wouldn't know Lisa will be abused either way.

Over the next hour they prepped the rooms and sent the hotel maid with Emma to the US Embassy for a temporary passport, instructing the maid they should stay away for at least a couple hours. Again, the maid reluctantly did what the manager told her to do.

Not long after, the manager saw Lisa walk through the lobby towards the beach already wearing a bikini. The manager's mouth practically fell open at the sight of this young petite girl. She was tanned all over, though wearing a towel over her lower parts just beneath her bellybutton. He now could clearly see her breasts in all their glory contained in a flimsy pink bikini top.

The huge teenage breasts were unbelievably firm and stood very high on her tiny body as two giant melons pushed together. With each step Lisa's firm tit flesh jiggled slightly. She had the look of youthful innocence on her baby face, causing the manager to recalculate the math in his head to determine if she truly had just turned 18 years old.

As Lisa walked past the swimming pool she instinctively crossed her arms over her chest, noticing all the lustful stares. Despite men drooling over them, she was quite subconscious of their size being so big on her petite body. Although in doing this, she unwittingly squeezed her breasts together, which made the round and firm flesh bulge up over her skinny arms, creating an incredible overspill of cleavage. Every cock in the place was hard within seconds.

When she finally got to the beach, she took off her towel and laid it down. 

Every set of male eyes on the beach were fixated on her young, incredibly succulent body. 

They way her huge tits jiggled when she sat down caused moans and groans from the spectators.

Lisa was looking forward to a nice relaxing time on the beach. Her mom complained of a headache and jetlag, so she stayed in the room to take a nap while her sister went to the US Embassy. She looked around her with her sunglasses on and noticed there weren't any attractive boys. Her friends had teased her that she might meet a strapping Turkish boy while on her vacation, and Lisa certainly hoped she would. 

She had grown tired of all the boys her age who were obsessed with her breasts and always tried to sleep with her. But she wasn't that type of girl, and her religious beliefs only allow for her future husband to deflower her, which so far she has adhered to.

Realizing there were no cute boys to look at, she sighed and laid down, soaking in the sunshine and the sound of waves breaking on the beach.

In the meantime, the hotel manager instructed his ugly friend to head down to the beach and fetch young Lisa, so that they could execute their plan. 

Lisa coming down alone without her mother made everything way easier for them. 

After the friend brings Lisa to the manager, he would head up to the mother's room.

The friend had changed into the same red speedos he had worn previously with nothing else. 

He was quite an absurd sight with his belly hanging out over the speedos and his thick cock barely contained in them. 

He gave winks to all the females as he passed the pool, to which they simply rolled their eyes.

Lisa was in a state of pure relaxation when she sensed someone walking up behind her. She propped herself up on her elbows and pushed her sunglasses up on her flowing blonde hair. A shadow soon consumed her, and she squinted as an older man stood above her.

"Hello, you American?" He said as drooled formed at the side of his mouth. The teen blonde looked so delicious, and her tits appeared to be the size of her head. His eyes traveled down her smooth tanned belly until they reached her luscious thighs.

"Hi! Yes, I'm here on vacation with family." She said with a friendly smile. Lisa shared many of the same looks and features as her older sister, but she was quite different in that she wasn't snobby. While her sister was independent and tough, Lisa was more of a sweet, wholesome girl who liked to stay at home and watch movies and read literature in her free time. So it was no surprise that she was quite respectful to the stranger.

"Beach nice. Water nice. You like?" The man said keeping his eyes on her curvy body.

"I love!" Lisa said innocently with a giggle, noticing his broken English and his odd attire – or lack thereof. 

He certainly wasn't even close to the strapping Turkish boy she fantasized about, and Lisa reasoned he might be the most disgusting looking man on the beach, but she had never talked to someone outside of the United States, so she found him intriguing.

"Sit down?" He asked nodding to the sand next to her. She finally realized he was asking to sit down.

"Yes, you can sit down," she said a bit caught off guard, not wanting to be rude. She sat up while he sat down next to her.

They made small talk, or at least tried to. His English wasn't very strong, so she had some difficulties communicating. It didn't help that her hot little body was thoroughly distracting him.

"Oh look, what a beautiful shell!" she said reaching forward to pick up a sea shell lodged into the sand in front of them. The gross man craned his head back so that he could check out her bum as she leaned forward.

"See more?" he finally said taking his eyes off her ass.

"Excuse me?" Lisa said confusedly.

"More shell, over there," he said pointing towards the big rocks... the same rocks where he had ravaged her older sister.

"Come," he said standing up. She couldn't help but notice his penis pushing at the thin red fabric of his speedos, underneath his paunchy belly only a foot away from her head. She had never seen a grown man's penis before in person, so she quickly averted her eyes uncomfortably.

He offered his hand, so she politely took it as he helped her up. Surprisingly, he didn't let go, instead he led her towards the rocks. He then intertwined his fingers with hers as he held her hand. This made her very uncomfortable, but she figured this might be a custom in Turkey, so she didn't want to be rude by pulling her hand away. Besides, he seemed like a nice man who wanted to show her some neat sea shells.

The older man continued to drool as he watched her spectacular tits gently bounce as she walked with him towards the rocks. He was supposed to bring her to the hotel manager in order to execute their plan, but this lovely young thing was just too delicious to pass up. The hotel manager called dibs on her, but he had other ideas.

By the time they got to the secluded area surrounded by rocks, the man's cock was fully hard after holding hands and watching her tits as she walked. She again noticed it, making her blush. She instead looked towards the ground. Surprisingly, she didn't see any shells.

"Where are they?" she asked with a perplexed look.

"You dig. Down under sand." He said as he pushed down on her shoulder. She got down on her knees, still perplexed. She didn't want to call him a liar, so she started to dig. It was at this point she felt two grubby hands grab her ass cheeks in each hand.

"Oh yess yess yess," he groaned as he gave each cheek a hard squeeze. Lisa immediately sprang forward in shock and turned around.

"Hey what are you doing?!" she yelped, backing away from him. Before she had time to process what she would do next, the man lunged at her and pulled her to the ground.

He got on top her and pinned her arms to the ground.

"Get off of me!!!" she shrieked, but the man had no intentions of letting her go. He leaned down began licking the cleavage spilling out from above her bikini top.

"Mmmmmphh... oh Allah thank you... mmmmmm" he groaned as his tongue slid across her soft skin. She was squirming underneath him, inadvertently making her tits shake, but this only turned him on more. He was too powerful for the little teen.

The man began planting kisses all over her cleavage, up her chest, on her neck, and then on her cheeks. She was thrashing below him and moving her head in every direction to avoid him, tears welling in her eyes as she tried to break free.

Suddenly she thought of an idea. She stopped fighting him and exhaled in exhaustion. He noticed her surrender, so he laughed and smiled before moving his way back down her chest. He opened his mouth wide and inhaled her breast. Even though it was still contained in her bikini, it felt amazing. He sucked on the fabric and licked his tongue where her nipples were. The nipple instantly hardened at his manipulation, so he sucked on it through the bikini.

As much as he loved sucking on her tit, he wanted to see these knockers naked. He wanted to taste her lovely nipples and bury his face between her mounds. She remained still, biting her bottom lip and letting out sobs as the stranger molested her. He couldn't believe she had surrendered so quickly.

Just as he was about to use his teeth to rip her bikini top off her glorious boobs, she suddenly thrust her knee up into his groin.

"AAaahhhhooowweee!" he bellowed as he let go of her arms and reached down to grab his package, which was in excruciating pain. She climbed out from under him, and then with all her power, she swung her arm back and then forward, slapping him across the face.

*SMACK*

"Oooowweee!!!" He yelled as he collapsed to the ground.

Lisa turned and went to climb out of the little enclave they were in surrounded by rocks. Just as she was about to run free, the stranger grabbed her ankle and pulled back. She shrieked as she fell on her face. Before she could get up again, the man had already gotten behind her and pushed her shoulders to the ground while her ass remained thrust into the air.

He held her down with one arm while his other hand swiftly pulled her bikini bottoms down her thighs, exposing her gorgeous ass.

"Noooo! Please no!!!" she exclaimed, but it was too muffled for anyone to hear since her head was on the ground.

The man just laughed and reached down to caress her soft bum.

"Ooooo... soft... like peach," he said fondling her ass cheeks. 

The tiny hairs on her skin were standing up and she had goosebumps. He moved his fingers down to her pussy and began to rub it.

"Mmm... tight... so tight. I want loosen up."

He inserted his fingers into her tunnel and began to expertly finger her. 

She was tight and dry, so he wanted to get her open enough so that he could stick his big cock into her.

"Uggghhh... noooo... stop... uhhhhh..." she pleaded between sobs as the monster finger-fucked her, getting her pussy lubricated against her will. The man's cock was rock hard at this point and looked ready to burst through the speedos. After fingering her pussy good for couple minutes, he removed his fingers so that he could take his cock out.

"Yesss.. you bitch, you hit me and kick me... now if fuck you," he said as he grabbed his thick cock and aimed it towards her tunnel.

"Noooooo!!! Please, I never.... Noooo! I've never had sex! "

"Get ready American slut," he said with a grin. As soon as the mushroom head of his bloated cock touched her wet opening, ready to plunge in, the hotel manager jumped out from behind the rocks and pushed him over. The man cursed in his native tongue as he fell to the ground. The hotel manager grabbed Lisa's arm and pulled her up. She quickly pulled up her bikini bottoms as he led her back to the beach. Before they walked off, the hotel manager turned around and yelled at his friend in their own language to get off his ass and go to the mother's room so they could move forward with the plan.

"Thank you! Oh thank you so much! You are too kind and brave!" Lisa said as the hotel manager led her back to grab her beach items and then back to the hotel still holding her arm.

"Are you going to call police on that man? He tried to rape me!" Lisa asked with tears still drying in her eyes.

"Lisa, right?" He asked trying not to stare too much at the young girls rack as they walked and ignoring her question.

"Yes that's right. You know my sister, right?"

"Well, something wrong with sister, so came to find you. I'd like to ask some questions."

He just couldn't take his eyes of her magnificent chest... so unbelievably firm and tanned all over.

Lisa noticed this was just another guy talking to her tits, though the fact that this man was old, fat and hideous made it more disgusting.

"Oh no, is she ok?!" she said with trepidation. "Let me go get my mom."

"No, my dear, it can't wait," he said with his best poker face. They finally arrived back at the front desk.

"Ok, well let me put something on first," she said while pulling her sleek yellow summer dress out of her bag and over her head.

His eyes roamed over her young and tight body. How could this miracle of nature grow such huge boobs on such a tiny frame was beyond logic. He was disappointed when her bikini clad chest disappeared underneath her dress, but the thought of unwrapping this gorgeous package very soon made it worth the wait.

He escorted her into the elevator that led to his private chambers, reminiscing on how it was just the other day that her older sister did the same thing. Once inside he didn't hesitate to start the video. She watched in horror as her sister sucked and fucked this pig of a man. He explained to her that there would be serious consequences for Emma because she tried to use sex to pay her debts. He lied that Emma was on her way to a prison right now.

--

While the video was shown to Lisa and the manager told his side of the story, the room were her mother was in 2 stories down got a knock on the door.

The fat pig from the beach smiled pervertedly at her when she opened the door. Forcing himself inside and pushing the hot mom back into the room, knowing he didn't had much time.

"W-who are you.. get out om my room!"

"shhhhshhhh...I just want to show you something.." the fat bastard grinned while turning the tv on and switching to the channel the hidden cam of the managers office was linked to. Knowing that her mother would probably not believe the story about Emma, and warning the police right away that had to take a different approach. Seeing the look on the gorgeous mom's face, it was already a great choice to do so.

Seeing her daughter obviously at the mercy of the horribe man in front of her she began to fear the worst..

"W-what is this.. what are you doing to my Lisa..? Let her go.."

Looking hungrily at Emma's mother, his eyes wandered over her fit and curvious body. Well toned of her many days at the gym and the plastic surgery made this forty something year old an absolute stunner.

Licking his lips he stepped in closer, his sweat scent pouring in her nose with every step.

"hush now my bride to be.. nothing will happen to little Lisa if you cooperate.. but if you don't I just have to make one phone call and I can let that old, multiple rape convicted man, get all over her.. And trust me, he will ravage her good hehe.."

"Noo you dirty ape, I'm married.. and even if I was not I rather marry a real pig then let you have your filthy paws all over me.."

The fat man stood now right in front of her, switching his stare from her large chest encased in a thin summer dress to looking deep into her eyes.




Blackmailed in Turkey Ch. 03



Knowing that he didn't have much time left the boldly took the first step..

"Now I don't think you have a choice now do you.. hehe.."

As his hands moved to the thin silk straps on her shoulders he slowly set one word before every move he made, completing it by dropping the second strap of her shoulder.. "We.. just.. gonna.. have a.. little.... fun".

"You dirty little man.. I wont enjoy this for a single moment you hear me.." she yelled while a tear rolled over her tanned cheek.

"Too bad.. I know I will.." He drooled while he peeled the fabric off her body, her breasts slowly appearing in the white lace bra.

His eyes widened at the sight of her large E cups thrusting out forward only surgically enhanced tits can do. And what a great job this surgeon did, he thought.

As the garment falls to the floor the fat hairy Turkish pervert dived in immediately, his fat body completely consuming the beautiful slim American womans. Pushing and grinding himself against her, she kept looking to the screen with glassy eyes, hoping the man was right and her daughter would be spared. Pain suddenly kicked in her shoulder as the bra straps were ripped open by a vicious pull from the fat man. Her big silicone filled breasts exploded into the open air. Making the mans jaw drop as he now knew she paid very well for what might me the best boob job he ever saw.

"Ooo yes, you American MILF... all for me.. what a terrific tits you have..hammmnnn" as he slobbered a large chunk of breast in his mouth, completely devouring her tits, squashing his head between the milfs magnificent globes. Taking both mams in his hands, feeling their unbelievable firmness and yet so amazingly soft. Her husband is a very lucky guy..

Big, round and gravity defyingly firm, these tanned beauties belong on every adult cover magazine.. Her little but hard pink nipples completing the mans lust for large breasts.

The beautiful blonde mother stood there and took the molestation without complaining, afraid of what might happen to her precious daughter.

Half a day ago she was looking forward a nice couple of day in the sun with her daughters, now she is gonna be raped by an ugly Turkish man much older than she is. She used to be the prom queen, able to get any guy she wants. Ultimately marrying the popular stud from a very rich family, bound to be successful and making her the ultimate house wife, beautiful and always going out with girlfriends, shopping or doing fun things with her equally beautiful daughters.

How different was that life then the current situation, for the first time she'd be fucked by a guy who is repulsive and fat and not hot and muscular.

She watched as his balding fat and sweaty head devoured her proud chest. The noise of sucking and licking made her skin crawl and feeling his tongue lapping her soft skin and her nipples occasionally slipping between his teeth, almost gag.

He now stopped sucking and pushed her against the wall, creeping up behind her, dropping his pants and aiming for the big price.

While he ripped her panties off and started plowing the incredible hot mom, he also had hidden a cam behind the curtain. Knowing he could enjoy this peace of footage while wanking off, the thing he usually does when he wants a woman.

Through the lens you now had a perfect shot of an incredible fat perverted man pushing his dirty cock in and out of a beautiful model-like woman. Her large firm breasts staying in shape without much swaying, thus revealing that this had to be implants, making this too perfect to be true.

The bulk of a man now completely covering her toned body, greedily grasping for her naked breasts. Desperately kneading her tits, sinking his sticky fingers into her firm flesh.

Making her gasp for air as he feels how her tight pussy got filled by this fat hideous cock, ramming its way inside her. 

She sunk her nails out of despise and anger into the think wallpaper, hearing this disgusting man screaming with pleasure by using her precious body.

"Ugh..Ugh...Ugh...Ugh..Oooo yeahhhhh.. youre soo fucking tight.. so hot... o thank you Allah"

The people in the next room heard the rhythmic hits against the wall and the man grunting. 

Knowing who just walked into the neighbours room this was just another disgusting blackmail or rape they had to witness from the noise through the wall. Too bad it had to be this gorgeous specimen of a woman.

As the fat man started to fill the American woman up with gallons of his sperm he saw on the screen he was just in time..

--

"Now listen to me Lisa, if you don't cooperate with me your precious sister will suffer for it, and trust me, she definitely will."

Lisa eyes welled with tears as she pleaded with him. She couldn't believe the nightmare that this trip had become. "Please no! There must be something you can do! We have the money to pay her debts... I swear it!"

"I don't want your money. Like I said, I want you to cooperate with me. There's still time for me to make the phone call that will keep Emma out of prison and bring her back, but the longer we wait..."

He walked up behind her and looked over her shoulder. His cock instantly hardened at the sight of the young girls massive breasts, straining the fabric dangerously. He put his hands on her shoulders, and while she shuddered, she didn't push him away.

"So... now that we've come to an agreement... hehe..."

Lisa froze on the spot, not knowing what to do or where to go. The disgusting scent of the old hotel manager filled the room and she tried to breath trough her mouth to avoid the smell.

"Tell me Lisa.. how big are your breasts?"

Lisa started to shiver, now realizing in disgust what he might wanted from her..

"w-what do you.."

"Answer me! I will not ask any question again, otherwise your sister will suffer the consequences!"

"m-my breasts are 75E.."

The old fart's eyes widen, blown away by this young girls breast size..

"Ooo my.. you little minx.. teasing me with those big fucking boobs.. you keep watching that glass, don't move a muscle.."

He started drooling at the thought of what his next move would be.

Reaching around the young girl he carefully started to work on the buttons of her summer dress without touching her trough the fabric, wanting to have the full experience in a few seconds..

On the screen her mother watched horribly as the dirty fat hotel manager started to unbutton her youngest daughters shirt..

"Nooo that bastard, keep your filthy hands away from her! You said he wouldn't touch her!"

"Shhht" the fat man said while mauling her big enlarged breasts.

"I guess he has a different opinion about our deal.. nothing I can do now.."

She couldn't bring out any more words then just 'no..no' in a very silent whisper tone, as more of Lisa's bra encased tits came into view.

"hmmm, lookes like your precious little daughter has even bigger boobs then her mom, without surgery.. you must be very jealous.. oo what I would do to play with those.."

In the other room the manager had finished opening the buttons of Lisa's shirt, now pulling the thin garment aside his eyes bulged out of their sockets. What he looked at were by far the most beautiful breasts he had ever seen.. even better then Emma's, something he didn't think was possible. These were just even bigger and as firm (maybe even firmer) as her sister. It almost looked like she was wearing a push up bra, though her tits were naturally pushed up, creating a mouth watering cleavage. Only a girl this young could have tits like these without a hint of sag.

The amazingly firm and tanned teenage breasts were too much for the old fart.

"Ooo look at those.. you hot little tease.. you have the most beautiful tits I've ever seen.. so fucking big and firm.. bet only those popular high school studs have a chance to touch these.. hehe, Allah decided you are mine now pretty girl.."

He now slides her shirt of her soft shoulders, leaving it on the floor with him standing right on the flimsy fabric.

Her long silk blonde hair waving over her tanned back.

"p-please.. don't do this.. nobody has seen them before.. please, anything but his.."

"Ooo I've really hit the jackpot my busty young virgin princess..hehe"

He couldn't believe his ears, this young hotty still a virgin? Unbelievable.

He now fumbled at the bra snap on her back while tears started to appear in her eyes.

She felt his fat gut pressing in her back while hearing the sound of his heavy breathing.

Then he released the snap, causing the bikinitop to spring forward, as if it was relieved to finally got rid of the pressure Lisa's huge breasts were causing.

As the filthy old hotel manager took both of the bikini straps on her shoulder in his fingers Lisa almost fainted.

Seeing herself in the mirror before her standing there helpless while an aging old disgusting man was on the break of revealing her precious tits. Her pride was now suddenly her worst nightmare as it was obviously her chest that caused this old man to indulge his lusts on her.

He slowly slipped the top of her shoulders, dropping it to the floor. A move that almost seemed in slo motion in front of his eyes as he slowly sees the young girls breasts appear in plain view right beneath him. The mirror providing an excellent angle from the front.

And also for her mother to look absolutely horrified as she sees how her daughters breasts are now exposed to this perverted old man. She screams "nooooo you sick fuck" as she watching the old mans hands closing in on her young daughters beautiful breasts.

The manager speechless for a second as he took in the magnificent view of the teenage breasts.

"O my god, such big tits, beautiful round and firm.. and so young and smooth.. these are even bigger then your sisters hehe.. what a magnificent pair"

Lisa's full breasts stood high on her chest, firm and proud, with relatively small nipples but hard as bullets by the sudden fresh air.

"Please, I beg you.. don't..."

Though the manager appeared deaf to her pleas as he brought his sweaty hands up to the young girls bountiful chest.

Finally his final prayers became reality as he took Lisa's full breasts in his hands and started to maul them all over.

Feeling their heavy weight in his old hands, amazed at how firm and soft the teenage globes felt in his greedy paws.

"yyyessss, thats it.. such wonderful young tits.. what an amazing rack.. so soft and firm.. arch your back sweety.."

She obeyed with tears in her eyes as she pushed her youthful tits out even more pressing them into the hands of a stinking old man who could've been her grandfather.

He kneaded them for all that he was worth, rolling her tiny hard nipples between his fingers. Digging his sweaty claws deep into the firm flesh. 

This is what he always had wanted. A young blonde American babe with full round breasts like melons.

He was grinding himself against her tight ass, which was now only wrapped in a small bikini bottom.

With watery eyes she felt his enormous bulge against her butt while her tits got mauled rougher by the minute.

"O my god" said the fat man in the other room, "look at those jugs, what an amazing tits does your daughter have"

Maria was to stunned to say anything. Seeing this fat old man grinding himself against her Lisa, kneading her breasts.. it was almost unbearable to see. She was so proud of her, to be the most popular girl in the neighborhood and school. Every boy lusted after Lisa, though she always saved herself for the right guy. Now it had turned out a real horror story as this disgusting pig was molesting her right in front of her eyes.

She too was amazed at how big and full Lisa's breasts really were. After she became 16 she was not aloud anymore to be at the bathroom the same time. Not seeing her fully naked in over 2 years.

Amazed at how absolutely perfect her tits had become (yes she was jealous) and disgusted at the same time as how this hideous senile man was the first to grope her lucious boobs.

He ran his hands over her flat stomach and back to her chest, groping at her boobs, feeling the softness of her young and perfectly tanned skin.

"Turn around sweety, let grandpa see what a pretty girl you have become.."

She turned a little with her right side to the mirror, now perfectly showing how far away her tits stood from her chest.

A spectacular sight on young Lisa's busty figure.

Now standing right in front of her he looked blown away by the teenage knockers, amazed at how firm and high they stood up on her chest. Such a slender young girl with such a big rack.. unbelievable he thought.

He licked his lips before stooping down towards her full chest.

"n-no stop.. please.. what are you doing..no..noo!"

He pushed his smelly wrinkled face deep into Lisa's cleavage, smelling her young sweet body odor deep into his nostrils.

Taking both breasts in his hands he rubbed her boobs over his face before opening his drooling mouth and sucked one inside as far as he could, almost choking in young tit flesh while he did so.

Her mother could only cry as she watched the old pervert sucking ravenously at Lisa's round tits.

Giving the fat man another opportunity to fondle the milfs breasts while she was lost for words and completely frozen.

Taking the heavy silicone filled breasts in his hand and mauling the overly firm flesh.

sllllrrppppp, shlllllllkkk, splrrrrrrrrllllp.. the noise of teenboob being sucked filled the room while Lisa stood their petrified and rigid while she undertook the horrible feeling of the fat, bald and perverted old man feasting on her proud chest.

He crammed in as much titflesh in his mouth as he could while lapping his tongue all over the soft round skin.

Shifting suddenly to suck on her tiny nipples, biting in the tender nub.

"hmmmpfff, yes yes ooo yes... such lovely big tits... their mine now.. alll mine.. sllllrpp.. such young firm tits are made for me to abuse hehe.."

He went down on his knees, pulling Lisa down with him.

As he was planning to kiss and lick a little bit more, all that changed when Lisa lay down on the floor and her amazing tits had one last trick to pull, if that was even possible. Despite their weight and massiveness her big teenage breasts didn't sag one bit, no hint op drooping, not the slightest touch of gravity.. they were simply breathtaking. He kicked out his pants and short as soon as he could. 

Showing off his rock hard cock from under his protruding belly. 

Lisa started to sob, and looked away from the hideous sight of this old perverted man. Coming at her with his wrinkled but very hard penis.

"Ooo Lisa, this is just too much for me, your tits are just to great and amazing.. look at them, so fucking firm and big.. better then your sisters, better then any model in every magazine I have, better than anyone could ever have his hands on.. And now your mine.. Prepare for something I wanted to do my entire life.."

As he lowered himself onto her he pushed his cock into her deep cleavage, her luscious tits pointing to the ceiling, their young firmness keeping them in place, making it almost hard for the manager to push his cock between the incredibly solid teenage breasts. Her young firm boobs now wrapped around his cock made him feel like in heaven. 

"No please, just let me go... please.. you're so ugly.. so old.."

The manager could only smile, he knew he was ugly and disgusting and the thought of that combined with his actions made everything even hotter.

"Ohhhh fuck yes, they don't even need to be pushed from the side.. your tits are so fucking firm, my cock is yours to satisfy"

He started to slide his penis trough the teens firm tit valley, smearing them with his precum.

Seeing his cock disappear between the glorious teen boobs made his cock ready to explode.

With both hands he mauled Lisa's big breasts while shoving his cock between them. He pulled on her nipples and let his fingers sink deep into the teens warm and soft flesh. His big hands appearing small compared to Lisa's huge boobs.

The overflowing mass of tit completely smothering his sweaty hands.

Because Lisa's new position of the ground the only thing her mother and the fat man could see were Lisa's big mountainous tits and the hotel manager mauling them and shoving his cock in between.

Lisa's mother too horrified to speak and the fat man too excited by the footage shown on the television to continue his groping of the mother.

As he continued his lustful exploration of every inch of the 18 year old breasts he couldn't held in any longer..

"Open your mouth you little big titted minx!"

Lisa obeyed and the manager immediately shoved his cock inside her mouth, coming on the spot, shooting his entire load into the back of her throat.

"Oooo yessssss, take it all... swallow it my young angel... ohhh yesss.."

Grunting and snoring while emptying his cock into Lisa's pretty mouth, he finally pulled out, leaving Lisa coughing some of his sperm out on the floor and crying softly.

"Now Lisa, time for round two hehe.."

As he pulled her back up he pushed her against the one way mirror. 

Now looking at her smooth tanned back and her amazing tiny waist. Lisa's bright blonde hair beautifully draped over her back she looked as perfect as she does at the frontside. Not to mention her perky tight ass, only covered in a skimpy pink bikini short.

After he softly fondled her smooth back he moved down to knead her soft and tight ass.

"yesss, ohh yes baby... I'm already refilled.. take my old smelly cock!"

In horror the mother watches how her beautiful young girl gets deflowered by a disgusting old man.

As the manager took the little peace of garment off her young pussy she screamed.

"Nooo please, I'm still a virgin.. don't do this.. please!"

"hehehe no way I'm letting this pass, think of your sisters future Lisa.. now obey me!"

With eyes full of lust he watched how his rock hard cock was closing in on the soft hairless teenage cunt.

Pushing his cock into her entrance, Lisa tried not to scream and pushed her lips and eyes together. Trying to imagine her with somebody else at some other place.

At this point he pushed hard and slammed his cock deep into Lisa's innocent little pussy, feeling its young tightness wrapped around his old stinking member.

The fat man couldn't move with his jaw practically on the floor while sitting next to a crying mother while he was gawking at her daughter being raped, mesmerizing about Lisa's giant tits swaying so firmly right in front of the camera.

Lisa's lean and smooth body stood in contrast against the hairy and bulk sack of a body from the hotel manager. The only thing that was comparable in size were Lisa's fat tits, though they were firmer and perkier than any part of his flabby old cadaver. Or any other hotel guest for that matter.

The round balloons were sticking out far from her tiny teenage frame, her back slightly arched as the manager was pulling at her long blonde hair giving the viewers an even better view of Lisa's magnificent tits, making the fat man drool all over the carpet.

The manager started pounding in and out of Lisa's tight pussy, what felt like ecstasy around his old cock. 

His hand firmly holding her around her tiny waist, his fingers almost touching each other. Making it almost look like he was fucking a very skinny under age girl. Though nothing was less true. This was a smoking hot 18 year old babe with huge breasts like no one else. She was made in heaven. 'They' were made in heaven, he thought.

He let his hands move around her, stroking her toned stomach and moving up to his great price.

While hammering her hard against the glass he took both teenage tits in his hands and started kneading the incredibly firm monster jugs of the young girl.




Blackmailed in Turkey Ch. 03



Making every guy envy the old fart as he pound his old cock into the young teen while holding on to the soft pillowy breasts. Trying to take as much tit in his hands as he could manage, sinking his sweaty fingers into Lisa's round globes.

"Ooohhh yessss, I want to make you pregnant.. make my babies Lisa.. marry me.. ohhhhhh yeahhh.. your body will be mine forever!"

He proceeded his dirty talk as he mashed her boobs even more and fucked her harder..

"Those tits should only be touched by me, so damn big... ugh ugh ugh ugh.. so firm and round.. ugh ugh.. so very soft.. and that tight pussy of yours.. ugh ugh ugh.. oohh yeahhh!"

He pulled at her nipples and pushed her tits together, creating an unbelievable tanned cleavage.

This became too much for the fat man, envying the manager the most though the smoking hot mom next to home could relieve him of some stress.

Pulling her roughly onto the bed, he pushed her legs open, making her scream.

"Nooo not again, you had what you want.. please leave my little girl alone"

As he rammed her and kneaded her rock hard breasts he watched the screen, how his friend fucked little Lisa's brains out while he was plowing her mother..

His eyes roamed over her young and tight body, noticing some parts like her arms and lower legs were even some kind of skinny, even her waist was very thin. How could this miracle of nature grow such huge boobs on such a tiny frame was beyond logic.

The manager now could not hold it any longer but didn't want to end it already.

He pulled his cock out, almost dragging her along the way she was tightly wrapped around his penis.

He let himself drop on the chair, pulling her up (she was light as a feather) en smashing her on his lap, ripping trough her pussy in one firm motion, making her scream. He started to bounce her on his lap, feeling her warm and wet snatch riding his rock hard cock. His thick old Turkish cock never had anything like this young American pussy.

Her big teenage breasts bounced in front of his eyes, a mesmerizing sight. He almost thought he was dreaming, this was too good to be true!

Lisa couldn't hold this position any longer and let herself drop forward with her arms around his hairy back and neck. Her face now above him, looking down at his balding fat head, full with scars and zits. The stench from his head almost unbearable.

This way pushing her firm tits right into his face. She felled him biting and sucking at her tits again, which by now started to feel very sore and abused.

His greedy hands were kneading her soft but cheeks, his mouth again trying to swallow one of her massive breasts and his cock almost at the end of its strength. Feeling every last little bit of seamen boiling up, he grabbed her lang blonde hair en pulled her mouth onto his, forcing his tongue inside her mouth while he finally released everything, shooting his old sticky spunk deep into her pussy. Flooding it with his filthy cum.

Her cushiony breasts squashed at his flabby chest he let go of her head and screamed while he filled her young 18 year old pussy up with his own juice.

"Oooo Lisaaaa, yesss... my angel... bear my child..aaaahhh.. my beautiful busty teen.. your mine...and my own.."

He again grabbed her E cup breasts, and rolled her nipples between his fingers. "This was amazing.." He sighed.

Leaving Lisa completely numb, not willing to take in what just happened.

In the other room Lisa's mother had stopped crying, as the fat man left the room with his camera. She wanted to leave this place as soon as she could, but as she expected a little bit, that would be harder done then said..

After the dirty hotel manager told Emma's mother and sister where to find her they headed for her room where they found a devastated Emma. Emma was too embarrassed to tell them what really happened, especially because she lied to her parents about leaving with a friend to Turkey in the first place when she actually went alone. They had warned her enough before she left. So much for being young and adventurous, Emma thought.

Now, losing her stuff was one thing, but telling her mother that she let two old men use her young body would be too much. Luckily her parents are very wealthy, so it wasn't a big deal for them to fly over from the US and help their daughter out financially and get her a temporary passport so she could leave.

Once in her room, Emma's mother thought it was a good idea to stay in this hotel for a few days as it was close to the beach and she didn't want the hassle of searching for a better one in mid season. Emma tried to come up with any excuse to leave this horrible place without actually telling what really happened, but she had been so flustered that she couldn't come up with a good one. Besides, she figured her issues were over now that she was in the company of a responsible adult.

In the meantime the hotel manager and his fat friend from the beach were in complete awe of Emma's mother and sister, who were perhaps even sexier than Emma. How was this possible? The foul men figured they had it all wrong by living in Turkey their whole lives. When you have a fetish for young, blond and busty babes, America is the place to be!

When checking the new hotties in, the hotel manager noticed that Lisa was only 10 months younger than her older sister. He had guessed her to be about 16 years old earlier that day, but she actually turned 18 three days ago! Her young angelic face looked a lot younger then Emma's, which is what made her more appear more like a 16 year old high school girl.

While Lisa's sweet young facial features made her look young, her body said otherwise, as her phenomenal rack was on display in her tight summer dress. The manager had pretended to do some paperwork as he ogled this incredibly sexy and stacked blonde. How was this possible, even for a girl of 18 those knockers seemed unreal. 'What a sight!' he thought. Her slender frame and skinny legs put even more accent on her chest.

Emma's 41 year old mother was a typical MILF. She already had the necessary surgery to maintain her beauty. She'd got rid of some aging lines on her forehead and in the corners of her eyes, which combined with her tanned skin and make-up made her look young again. Her looks left no doubt that this mature woman with sparkling blue eyes, full lips and long blonde waving hair was the absolute prom queen of her time. And the way she still turned every guys' head made it clear her husband had absolutely nothing to complain about.

Of course her body did most of the work as she was very toned. Her tanned legs and silicone enlarged breasts were good for an instant boner. Their perfect round form and huge firm Double E cup size were absolutely breathtaking. Her years had taken its toll on her natural C cups as they started to droop down a bit, while her two daughters were blessed with even bigger and firmer tits than herself due to her husband's side of the family. This made her go to the plastic surgeon last year which gave her some pride back now having even bigger boobs than her daughters, although Lisa's ever growing knockers were getting very close in comparison.

It was lucky for the manager that he was standing behind a counter. Otherwise they would've seen his rock hard cock stretching his dirty pants. 

Once the mother and daughter left for Emma's room he called his fat friend immediately. He had already come up with an evil plan to make every fantasy they could have had come true.

The fat bastard rushed over and a deal was made pretty quickly: the mother for the fat man and the younger sister for the teen obsessed manager. 

The plan was plain and simple. The footage that was made of the manager having sex with Emma from his hidden office camera would be shown by the manager to Lisa. 

If she wouldn't cooperate, the video would be posted online and the manager would claim it is evidence Emma seduced him to escape her money problems, which could put her in the Turkey prison for months.

During his blackmail of Lisa, a live video stream would be sent to a hotel room with the mother and the fat man. The fat man would threaten that Lisa would be raped if the mother doesn't do whatever he desires. Of course, the mother wouldn't know Lisa will be abused either way.

Over the next hour they prepped the rooms and sent the hotel maid with Emma to the US Embassy for a temporary passport, instructing the maid they should stay away for at least a couple hours. Again, the maid reluctantly did what the manager told her to do.

Not long after, the manager saw Lisa walk through the lobby towards the beach already wearing a bikini. The manager's mouth practically fell open at the sight of this young petite girl. She was tanned all over, though wearing a towel over her lower parts just beneath her bellybutton. He now could clearly see her breasts in all their glory contained in a flimsy pink bikini top.

The huge teenage breasts were unbelievably firm and stood very high on her tiny body as two giant melons pushed together. With each step Lisa's firm tit flesh jiggled slightly. She had the look of youthful innocence on her baby face, causing the manager to recalculate the math in his head to determine if she truly had just turned 18 years old.

As Lisa walked past the swimming pool she instinctively crossed her arms over her chest, noticing all the lustful stares. Despite men drooling over them, she was quite subconscious of their size being so big on her petite body. Although in doing this, she unwittingly squeezed her breasts together, which made the round and firm flesh bulge up over her skinny arms, creating an incredible overspill of cleavage. Every cock in the place was hard within seconds.

When she finally got to the beach, she took off her towel and laid it down. 

Every set of male eyes on the beach were fixated on her young, incredibly succulent body. 

They way her huge tits jiggled when she sat down caused moans and groans from the spectators.

Lisa was looking forward to a nice relaxing time on the beach. Her mom complained of a headache and jetlag, so she stayed in the room to take a nap while her sister went to the US Embassy. She looked around her with her sunglasses on and noticed there weren't any attractive boys. Her friends had teased her that she might meet a strapping Turkish boy while on her vacation, and Lisa certainly hoped she would. 

She had grown tired of all the boys her age who were obsessed with her breasts and always tried to sleep with her. But she wasn't that type of girl, and her religious beliefs only allow for her future husband to deflower her, which so far she has adhered to.

Realizing there were no cute boys to look at, she sighed and laid down, soaking in the sunshine and the sound of waves breaking on the beach.

In the meantime, the hotel manager instructed his ugly friend to head down to the beach and fetch young Lisa, so that they could execute their plan. 

Lisa coming down alone without her mother made everything way easier for them. 

After the friend brings Lisa to the manager, he would head up to the mother's room.

The friend had changed into the same red speedos he had worn previously with nothing else. 

He was quite an absurd sight with his belly hanging out over the speedos and his thick cock barely contained in them. 

He gave winks to all the females as he passed the pool, to which they simply rolled their eyes.

Lisa was in a state of pure relaxation when she sensed someone walking up behind her. She propped herself up on her elbows and pushed her sunglasses up on her flowing blonde hair. A shadow soon consumed her, and she squinted as an older man stood above her.

"Hello, you American?" He said as drooled formed at the side of his mouth. The teen blonde looked so delicious, and her tits appeared to be the size of her head. His eyes traveled down her smooth tanned belly until they reached her luscious thighs.

"Hi! Yes, I'm here on vacation with family." She said with a friendly smile. Lisa shared many of the same looks and features as her older sister, but she was quite different in that she wasn't snobby. While her sister was independent and tough, Lisa was more of a sweet, wholesome girl who liked to stay at home and watch movies and read literature in her free time. So it was no surprise that she was quite respectful to the stranger.

"Beach nice. Water nice. You like?" The man said keeping his eyes on her curvy body.

"I love!" Lisa said innocently with a giggle, noticing his broken English and his odd attire – or lack thereof. 

He certainly wasn't even close to the strapping Turkish boy she fantasized about, and Lisa reasoned he might be the most disgusting looking man on the beach, but she had never talked to someone outside of the United States, so she found him intriguing.

"Sit down?" He asked nodding to the sand next to her. She finally realized he was asking to sit down.

"Yes, you can sit down," she said a bit caught off guard, not wanting to be rude. She sat up while he sat down next to her.

They made small talk, or at least tried to. His English wasn't very strong, so she had some difficulties communicating. It didn't help that her hot little body was thoroughly distracting him.

"Oh look, what a beautiful shell!" she said reaching forward to pick up a sea shell lodged into the sand in front of them. The gross man craned his head back so that he could check out her bum as she leaned forward.

"See more?" he finally said taking his eyes off her ass.

"Excuse me?" Lisa said confusedly.

"More shell, over there," he said pointing towards the big rocks... the same rocks where he had ravaged her older sister.

"Come," he said standing up. She couldn't help but notice his penis pushing at the thin red fabric of his speedos, underneath his paunchy belly only a foot away from her head. She had never seen a grown man's penis before in person, so she quickly averted her eyes uncomfortably.

He offered his hand, so she politely took it as he helped her up. Surprisingly, he didn't let go, instead he led her towards the rocks. He then intertwined his fingers with hers as he held her hand. This made her very uncomfortable, but she figured this might be a custom in Turkey, so she didn't want to be rude by pulling her hand away. Besides, he seemed like a nice man who wanted to show her some neat sea shells.

The older man continued to drool as he watched her spectacular tits gently bounce as she walked with him towards the rocks. He was supposed to bring her to the hotel manager in order to execute their plan, but this lovely young thing was just too delicious to pass up. The hotel manager called dibs on her, but he had other ideas.

By the time they got to the secluded area surrounded by rocks, the man's cock was fully hard after holding hands and watching her tits as she walked. She again noticed it, making her blush. She instead looked towards the ground. Surprisingly, she didn't see any shells.

"Where are they?" she asked with a perplexed look.

"You dig. Down under sand." He said as he pushed down on her shoulder. She got down on her knees, still perplexed. She didn't want to call him a liar, so she started to dig. It was at this point she felt two grubby hands grab her ass cheeks in each hand.

"Oh yess yess yess," he groaned as he gave each cheek a hard squeeze. Lisa immediately sprang forward in shock and turned around.

"Hey what are you doing?!" she yelped, backing away from him. Before she had time to process what she would do next, the man lunged at her and pulled her to the ground.

He got on top her and pinned her arms to the ground.

"Get off of me!!!" she shrieked, but the man had no intentions of letting her go. He leaned down began licking the cleavage spilling out from above her bikini top.

"Mmmmmphh... oh Allah thank you... mmmmmm" he groaned as his tongue slid across her soft skin. She was squirming underneath him, inadvertently making her tits shake, but this only turned him on more. He was too powerful for the little teen.

The man began planting kisses all over her cleavage, up her chest, on her neck, and then on her cheeks. She was thrashing below him and moving her head in every direction to avoid him, tears welling in her eyes as she tried to break free.

Suddenly she thought of an idea. She stopped fighting him and exhaled in exhaustion. He noticed her surrender, so he laughed and smiled before moving his way back down her chest. He opened his mouth wide and inhaled her breast. Even though it was still contained in her bikini, it felt amazing. He sucked on the fabric and licked his tongue where her nipples were. The nipple instantly hardened at his manipulation, so he sucked on it through the bikini.

As much as he loved sucking on her tit, he wanted to see these knockers naked. He wanted to taste her lovely nipples and bury his face between her mounds. She remained still, biting her bottom lip and letting out sobs as the stranger molested her. He couldn't believe she had surrendered so quickly.

Just as he was about to use his teeth to rip her bikini top off her glorious boobs, she suddenly thrust her knee up into his groin.

"AAaahhhhooowweee!" he bellowed as he let go of her arms and reached down to grab his package, which was in excruciating pain. She climbed out from under him, and then with all her power, she swung her arm back and then forward, slapping him across the face.

*SMACK*

"Oooowweee!!!" He yelled as he collapsed to the ground.

Lisa turned and went to climb out of the little enclave they were in surrounded by rocks. Just as she was about to run free, the stranger grabbed her ankle and pulled back. She shrieked as she fell on her face. Before she could get up again, the man had already gotten behind her and pushed her shoulders to the ground while her ass remained thrust into the air.

He held her down with one arm while his other hand swiftly pulled her bikini bottoms down her thighs, exposing her gorgeous ass.

"Noooo! Please no!!!" she exclaimed, but it was too muffled for anyone to hear since her head was on the ground.

The man just laughed and reached down to caress her soft bum.

"Ooooo... soft... like peach," he said fondling her ass cheeks. 

The tiny hairs on her skin were standing up and she had goosebumps. He moved his fingers down to her pussy and began to rub it.

"Mmm... tight... so tight. I want loosen up."

He inserted his fingers into her tunnel and began to expertly finger her. 

She was tight and dry, so he wanted to get her open enough so that he could stick his big cock into her.

"Uggghhh... noooo... stop... uhhhhh..." she pleaded between sobs as the monster finger-fucked her, getting her pussy lubricated against her will. The man's cock was rock hard at this point and looked ready to burst through the speedos. After fingering her pussy good for couple minutes, he removed his fingers so that he could take his cock out.

"Yesss.. you bitch, you hit me and kick me... now if fuck you," he said as he grabbed his thick cock and aimed it towards her tunnel.

"Noooooo!!! Please, I never.... Noooo! I've never had sex! "

"Get ready American slut," he said with a grin. As soon as the mushroom head of his bloated cock touched her wet opening, ready to plunge in, the hotel manager jumped out from behind the rocks and pushed him over. The man cursed in his native tongue as he fell to the ground. The hotel manager grabbed Lisa's arm and pulled her up. She quickly pulled up her bikini bottoms as he led her back to the beach. Before they walked off, the hotel manager turned around and yelled at his friend in their own language to get off his ass and go to the mother's room so they could move forward with the plan.

"Thank you! Oh thank you so much! You are too kind and brave!" Lisa said as the hotel manager led her back to grab her beach items and then back to the hotel still holding her arm.




Blackmailed in Turkey



"Number 23. When I got back it was unlocked. It had been robbed. All my things have been stolen..."

"Which things?"

Emma looked up petulantly. "Everything! Money, credit cards, my passport, air tickets. My phone, camera."

"But you say your room was unlocked?"

"Well, yes. But it wasn't when I left."

"But you are not sure you locked it?"

"Yes! Well, I'm sure I did."

"But you are not certain?"

"Well, not absolutely certain. I mean, I am sure..."

"So it is very possible you left without locking your room?"

"Look. However the person got in, they stole everything. That is what matters!"

"Hmm... But there is the issue of responsibility to consider."

Emma's irritation surfaced. "Look, I don't care who is responsible - the bastard thief is responsible! I just want to get something done about it."

The hotel manager looked down and pondered for a time. Then he looked up.

"So...you cannot pay the bill for your stay?"

"I beg your pardon!" Emma replied sharply. "No! Of course not. Not at the moment, anyway. Like I said: my money and credit cards have gone." Emma could not believe that the bill was the most important thing on the fat bastard's mind.

"Yes, you have told me. And your passport, air tickets and..." He waved a dismissive hand, "...and so on."

"Yes. What are you going to do about it?" Emma shrieked.

The manager lent back, raised his elbows and placed his hands, fingers knotted, behind his neck. Emma noted with revulsion the sweat stains on his shirt under his armpits. 

"I am surprised that you think this a matter for my hotel."

As Emma stared incredulously he added:

"What is a matter for my hotel is the issue of your bill."

For a moment, Emma was speechless. Eventually she managed to say:

"This is stupid. Completely stupid..."

The hotel manager simply shook his head.

Emma waived her arms, dismissively. "That's it. I've had enough. I want to report this to the police."

"Indeed. Indeed it might well be. But the matter for the police will be that – and not for the first time, I am disappointed to say – a western tourist has stayed in my hotel, enjoyed my hospitality and then been unable to pay, expecting that some dubious story about 'having been robbed' is enough of an excuse."

Emma's anger forced each word with spleen: 

"I...just...don't...fucking...believe...this!"

The hotel manager shook his head with an expression of forced disappointment.

"I understand that you are upset, my dear. But you must also understand my position." With that he stood. He moved around the desk to the ottoman and sat beside Emma. As his bulk settled beside her, she slid away. Turning to her he said:

"Look. This matter is quite unfortunate. But it need not become..." he paused monetarily and narrowed his eyes, "...any more unfortunate than it need be." 

"Unfortunate?"

"Yes, my dear. Staying in a hotel, knowing you are unable to pay is a serious matter in my country. Is it not in yours?"

"Look. I can't pay the bill at the moment. But as soon as I get my stuff back, or at least the cards cancelled and replaced, I will be able to pay your goddamn bill." She punched out each word.

"That could take some time. But for the time being, you cannot pay. We are clear on this, yes?"

Emma threw her head back. "Fine, don't worry. I'll contact the police." She said haughtily.

"As I have suggested, this might well become a matter for the police. But I will, of course, insist that you are held in a police cell until the matter of your dept to me is sorted out."

Emma shook her slowly head in disbelief. "What...?"

"That would be a very unfortunate way to deal with this matter, to say the least. I think that we should discuss an alternative." The lecherous grin that spread across the hotel manager's face left Emma in no doubt as to what he had in mind. She stared at him incredulously as he continued:

"You are very beautiful. I would be happy to take a little pleasure in way of payment."

She felt his palm land on her leg, just above the knee. His hand slipped under her sun dress and began to slide up her thigh. She grabbed his wrist and pulled it away as she darted to stand.

"No way! No fucking way!" She cried. The hotel manager looked up at her.

"You surprise me. Many female guests in your position seem quite eager to whore for their bill."

It dawned on Emma that she was being set up. Had he robbed her room? How many times had he...?" Emma dismissed the thought as too bizarre. Angrily she spat:

"You dirty old bastard! Do you think I'd...That I would want to...With you?"

"Well then, there is always the police. The choice is yours. But before you make it, let me tell you a little about our police prison here. Not to the standards you might find in your own country, I am afraid. The guards are poorly paid. One of the few – I think you use the word 'perks' - they have is free access to the female prisoners. I do not think I need add that a beautiful young western girl would be a rare prize for them. I can assure you that you will be gang-raped with utmost vigor. You would be fortunate if they were able to discipline themselves to violating you just one at a time." 

Emma's jaw dropped. She could make no words, just a strangled gasp.

I might add that the only thing the guards at the police-prison are known for more than their rapacious sexual appetite is their corruption." The hotel manager grinned. "I think after a few days in their hands you would be begging me to pay for you to be delivered back to me. And that then serving my satisfactions would come as a relief."

Emma let out a gasp of incredulity. "This is disgusting. You are a creepy - old - pervert!" Emma turned and looked towards the elevator. It suddenly dawned on her that without the key that operated it, she was trapped.

He dismissed her insult with a casual wave. "So be it. But be in no doubt, my dear. My influence with the police is high. If you deny me, I will have you taken into custody. They would be very eager to begin your interrogation." Casually, he added, "I hear a strip search is how they usually start..." 

Emma stared at him incredulously. 

Sharply, he added: "Now sit down!" 

She did so, her legs folding as the energy drained from them. 

He angled over her. "That's better. I see you are going to be sensible."

Emma knew the dirty old goat had her. That she could not get out of his office and that he could have her taken to prison. She knew enough about the country that once in prison repeated rape by the guards was inevitable. 

His next touch paralyzed her with fear. He reached his hand up to her neck, which he began to stroke, quite gently. Then his hand drifted to the top button of her sun dress. Agile fingers swiftly flipped it open. Then the next. He paused to pull the dress open over her shoulders. His eyes fixed on her plump breasts, now so precariously covered by her revealing bikini top. 

"No, please, don't...Not this...," she moaned.

"Ahh... So convenient," he sighed as he noticed the string tie holding her bikini top in place. The tip of a plump, brown finger trailed down her breast bone to the thin cord hung in a simple bow between her firm breasts. A quick tug freed the tie. After that, flipping the loose cups to one side to expose her breasts was trivial. Gravity defying, Emma's young ample breasts didn't sag one bit as they stood out proud from her chest. Slightly tanned, with small pink nipples on the soft young orbs complete the teenagers beautiful breasts.

"Oh! Allah has certainly rewarded me today", he giggled as he took her breasts in his palms and moulded her firm flesh like a potter shaping clay. He pinched her nipples hard between thumb and forefingers, forcing them to involuntarily ripen and harden. Emma looked down. His hands looked almost black in contrast to her lightly tanned above and below her tan line creamy, pale flesh. She began to sob.

"Please. Please. Stop now. Stop and I won't tell anyone about this," Emma pleaded.

The hotel manager just laughed and intensified his lustful exploration of her teenage body.

"And say what? Who would believe the lies of a white whore? I would just make sure slander was added to your crimes on the list for the guard's fuck-sentencing." 

Tears began to role down Emma's face. 

He now reached down with his sweating ugly face, opening his mouth and showing his rotten yellow teeth. Emma almost fainted realizing what his next move was. Pulling her bra further from Emma's tits he took the opportunity of his life en sucked in as much breasts as he could handle. The disgusting feeling of her young breasts getting slobbered by this hideous old man almost paralyzed her as she she stared glassy to the ceiling as the hotel manager sucked ravenously at her nipples, kneading the soft flesh around it. The room got filled with the sound of his licking and sucking at the firm teenage tits, biting her nipples and lapping his tongue all around Emma's soft melons. 

"Hmmm so big...so soft...and so firm.. I jerked off at these puppies the moment you stepped into my hotel.."

Emma didn't even hear him, trying to shut herself of as her upper body gets molested by a fat old man.

Pushing his fingers deep into the young flesh, he know let her nipple slip from his mouth and kneads her ripe melons even harder till they started to get soar..

Suddenly he stopped fondling her.

"It looks as if I am doing all the work. I expect more than this as payment for your debt."

With that he reached down under the gut overflowing the waist of his pants, undid the buttons of his fly and, raising his rump slightly, slid then down to his calves. So freed he was able to spread his knees.

Emma saw the straining, olive brown cock spring up like a grotesque, carnal jack-in-the-box. Emma was not experienced, but it was much bigger than any of her boyfriends'. Thick knotted veins ridged its slightly curved shaft. A bloated purple glans, tipped by a raw looking eye completed the monstrous rape-tool. She knew he planned to put it inside her. And with that the contents of the pendulous, wrinkled scrotum now sagging under the weight of his ready sex fluids. Bile rose in her stomach.

"Now, your turn to do a bit of the work."

Emma knew she now had no alternative. Whatever doubt that remained that the dirty old bastard was serious had evaporated. Her mind filled with anticipation of the fate that awaited her in the hands of the guards in a local police cell. She weighed the vile alternatives in her mind. She made a decision. She gripped the shaft in her fingers and started stroking it. 

"OK. I'll wank you off, if you want. But only if you'll let me go after."

Emma hoped that this would sate him. Wanking him off was disgusting. But it was better than having him inside her. She had reluctantly masturbated a couple of boyfriends as a consolation prize after denying them full sex while making-out. They had all complemented her on her touch. Remembering the technique she had quickly learned, she built up her pace. Then slowed it, squeezing and slightly twisting the shaft. Then fast again. She repeated the cycle of her pleasure-massage. Soon a thin trickle of liquid began to flow from the eye. Seeing his pre-come start made Emma feel sick; but at least it meant he wouldn't be long now. Her ordeal would soon be over. She steeled herself for the ejaculation she knew (hoped?) would soon splash over her fingers. Now she had to finish it. She hated the idea of freely initiating any part in his use of her, but it had to end. She reached her free hand under his balls, cupped them and began to roll them in her palm. The hotel manager groaned in appreciation at her added attention.

"Good. Very good. You are skilful," he sighed. "Now let us see if your whore-skills are good enough to settle your bill." Emma stopped her strokes suddenly. 

"No...," she moaned as the realisation of what he now wanted crystallised.

The hotel manager placed his palm to the back of her neck. He pulled her down, gently, but firmly.

"Suck me," he demanded. "Suck me like the pretty Miss America whore you are!"

Emma's jaw dropped in horror. He pushed her neck harder.

"No...," she groaned softly. "I said I would wank you."

"And I said: Suck it!"

Emma felt nausea well in her stomach. But she knew she had no choice. Catching his eyes, heavy with lust, she gave him a final pleading glance as she reluctantly submitted to him guiding her head to his crotch. Pre-come smeared her lips as she spread them around the swollen head. She began to work it with a smooth, short sucking motion. It was not enough for him. Impatiently he pushed her neck down, hard, and his pulsing shaft filled her mouth until the head pushed to the back of her throat. Her tong caught a salty, sweaty tang. But he filled her throat so much she could not even gag.

As she sucked, she felt him reach back. His hand contacted her thigh and he pulled her legs fully onto the ottoman. He now reached over her back and slipped his hand up her dress. After flipping it up over her waist, his fingers slid along the inside of her thigh and then, with his palm resting over her bum pushed their way between her legs. After a short spell stroking her vulva through the thin fabric of her bikini briefs she felt the fingers slip under the edge of the material. Any moan she made as a chubby finger teased its way into her vagina was strangled by the thick cock in her throat. As she continued to suck, she used her free hand to adjust her open dress top back over her breasts in a futile but determined act of modesty. 

"Keep up the hand work as well," he ordered. She did so, now desperate to get her ordeal over with. Even though submission was now beginning to overwhelm Emma, a distant glow of rationality remained. His length meant that even forced to the back of her throat, sufficient man-flesh remained below her lips for her to pump it eagerly with her slim fingers. If she took some control, she might be able to pull her head back as he came. She would get his sperm in her face. But better that than in her mouth. 

He began to buck his hips. Holding her neck firm he fucked into her mouth. She felt his muscles tense and knowing he was imminent, she tried to pull her head back. But he had anticipated her. His fingers gripped her neck harder. Her hope of evading his seed fill her mouth vanished as his cock started to pulse; flesh waves forcing her already stretched lips wider. She offered no more resistance as what seemed like endless bursts of sperm fired straight into her throat. For some reason a childhood memory of being forced to swallow a vile tasting medicine shocked its way to the front of her mind.

He relaxed his grip on her neck and Emma was finally able to lift her head up. Her tear stained face was locked in an expression of retching disgust. She forced herself to speak through her now heaving stomach.

"You've had what you want. Now, please...Please, let me go." 

"In time. Perhaps when your debt is fully paid." The realisation that her violation was not yet over caused Emma let out another wrenching sob.

"Now, if you would stand, please, miss," he said casually.

Emma felt the little remaining strength she would need for any new resistance slip away from her. She had now given up any hope of denying him his full pleasure. Quietly, she stood and faced him. The partial flaccidness that had immediately followed his servicing of her mouth was brief. His cock was rigid again.

"I think a little entertainment is called for, Miss America!" His face split into a smug grin. "A strip show, if you please!"

Emma would not let him see any more tears. She looked at him defiantly as she stood. Trembling fingers reached down to unfasten the remaining buttons of her sun dress. She opened it, slipped it from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Her already unfastened bikini top quickly followed. Her breasts still full of his saliva again revealed to his gazing eyes full of lust. She raised a leg and reached for her pump. 

"No! Leave your shoes on," he barked.

Emma placed her foot down. Her arms fell limply to her side. What remained of her modesty was now covered by just her bikini briefs. 

"Now your panties," he gasped.

Emma reached down to the thin tie-cords that held her briefs in place over her hips. Numb fingers tugged the cords open - left then right. The bikini briefs joined the top and sun dress on the floor. The ghost-V of her panty tan line guided his gaze down to her ripe, young labia. His eyes widened with glee. Emma had only fine, fair pubic hair. But she always shaved completely to wear a bikini. Now her grooming was just a bonus to this animal's lust.

"Allah's rewards are bountiful today! He has prepared you well for me! Now show yourself fully to me." 

Emma raised her arms to the top of her head and robotically swivelled her hips for him. To Emma's disgust he started to masturbate, his eyes fixed on her big globes now even more roundly shaped as before with her arms raised above her head. Her firm D cup tits, the conversation starter of all the boys at school, now bare and displayed to the perverted gaze of an old hotel manager.

"Ah...," he sighed, "you do a good whore-dance!"

The hotel manager took his hand from his rigid penis and stood, straining his weight up with his arms. He moved behind her. He placed his hand on her butt, splayed fingers dug into her flesh. 

"Now, to the couch." 

He pushed her forward. The edge of the ottoman met the front of her calves. She raised her ankles to keel on it. He attended her to his preferred positioning. He pushed her shoulders forward so she leant against the raised back. He reached and grabbed her wrists. Pulling them away from her torso he arranging arms fully stretched along the wooden edge. His hands grasped her hips and pulled them up towards him. For his finale, he pushed her knees under her so her exposed womanhood was fully presented.

The sting of a sudden, slicing blow to her right buttock caused her to squeal. Then his palm delivered another. Then another.

"Come, now. If you want to whore my bill with that pretty white cunt, Miss America, I deserve a good look." Another stroke.

Emma raised her butt. "Good. Now spread your legs wider." Emma did so. Another, harder, slicing stroke caused her to arch her back.

"That is good. Very good." He gasped. Emma could feel his eyes burning into her delicate flesh. She knew what was coming next. She felt him approach her. Her labia were parted as his cock-head eagerly searched for her vaginal opening. It found its moist prize quickly and he slid into her with a single thrust. As he settled into his rhythm, she felt the weight of his gut settle on the small of her back and the dampness of his sweat as he folded himself over her.

Emma soon realised that the one small mercy his sating in her mouth had offered - his quickness - was not to be reoffered. Now he was taking his time. His fuck strokes deep, but leisurely. Better to fully appreciate the unique pleasure of a teenage white girl. His hands now found her butt cheeks. He massaged them roughly. Then his fingers spread and parted her cheeks. The sudden coolness of evaporating sweat told Emma that he was helping himself to a good look at her now fully exposed anus. She groaned as she felt his thumb stroke over her puckered sphincter. No, she thought. Not there! She had never even allowed her boyfriend to touch her there. He had not even tried. After making sure it was moist with her juices his thumb forced its way into her rectum. 

Oh, God. Please. Not there. Please, don't let him fuck me there...was the only thought that raced through her mind as he worked her tight ass with his thumb. She almost felt relief as his thrusts into her vagina became more urgent and then, grunting with effort, he finally emptied a fresh load of man- juice deep into her womb.




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He pulled out of her. Emma turned to look at him. She drew in her arms preparing to lift herself. Another stroke of his palm stung her buttock. 

"I did not give you permission to move!"

"But, you've had what you wanted. You said you would let me go..."

"Perhaps I will let you go when I have finished with you. And I have not finished with you yet."

"Please...," She whimpered. 

"Now, time for the ultimate pleasure...,"

Emma sagged. She knew what he intended. The hope that sodomising her would not be part of his vile demands was now shattered. No resistance was possible as she felt him approach and position the bulbous head of his cock against her puckered ring. Her body felt hollow: An empty, pale, beautiful young flesh-vessel into which he could – he would - empty his dark sex organ at will. The little fight her sphincter presented to his cock broke quickly under his force. Once past, he filled her rectum slowly, twisting and grinding his manhood into her. As he found his desired depth, she felt his heavy scrotum press tight against her vulva. 

He raised his left foot onto the ottoman to gain extra purchase as he pleasured himself deeply in her anus. As he did so, he arched over her to grasp greedily at her breasts. Enjoying the firm soft breast structure only a young teenage girl could possess. Rolling her nipples between his fingers he kept groping her heavy breasts. He ground himself into her mercilessly, enjoying the special tightness her virgin ass offered. He pace quickened as grunting with pleasure he approached his rut. Then Emma felt the friction of his cock ease as he sprayed his cum and welcome lubrication into her colon. He offered a couple of final thrusts to finish draining himself. She felt him sag and she took his weight for a while as he gathered his breath. Eventually he lifted away from her.

Emma tuned to her side and let her body slip onto the ottoman. She took up a foetal position, her knees lifted to her chin, her arms protective around them. Finally, the tears could flow. Through them she sobbed: 

"Please... Now you will let me go...? Please...You've done everything...Everything you want with me...to me...Let me go. Let me go, now...Please"

The hotel manager laughed.

"Why the haste, my pretty Miss America? You still have two weeks left. Plenty of time for us to get to know each other even better." He reached and took her chin in his fingers. He pulled her face up towards his. She tasted his sour breath as he added: 

"Why, your vacation has only just begun..."