Disclaimer: You must be at least 18 years old to read this story. It contains graphic sex and should not be read by those who find such aspects objectionable.
This story belongs to me and should not be used commercially without my permission.
I write for my own enjoyment and am sharing this with other members of the MC community after spending many years being entertained by numerous authors, too many to mention here.
This story was inspired by pictures of a girl I know on holiday in Turkey.
Any feedback is much appreciated.
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My name's Joanne and my boyfriend told me to write to you to tell you about the amazing circumstances that led to us getting together a couple of months ago.
First of all, let me tell you a bit about myself. As I said my name is Joanne and I'm 18 years old. I'm 5ft8" tall, with long blonde hair, blue eyes and a sexy face. I also have a body that turns heads. My vital statistics are 36C-24-36. I am lucky enough to possess big firm tits and a very sexy arse which have always attracted considerable attention. I definitely don't have the stick insect figure of most models but have a curvier figure similar to that of Kelly Brook or Scarlett Johannsen.
I am from the leafy suburbs of Surrey in England and have just finished my A Levels with excellent grades and I was about to start University about now.
However all that changed on my holiday to Turkey. It was meant to be a 10 day holiday as part of a post exam celebration with my friends Michelle and Imogen but it ended up changing my life forever.
It started off as a typical girly holiday. The weather was hot, we had plenty of alcohol and ended up getting off with lots of hot British guys. They were our own age of course and we never let anything go too far. It was just a bit of fun. Naturally with my looks I got lots of offers and practically had my choice of the hottest guys about.
The worst part of that is that I received loads of unwanted attention as well, especially from Turkish guys. I was warned before I went on holiday that they were obsessed with western girls with blonde hair and blue eyes, but nothing could prepare me for what they were actually like. They were so chauvinistic, thinking that us women were sex objects who could be leered at as much as they liked and make lewd comments to us.
It did not spoil the holiday but it did mean we had to be careful about where we went and who we talked to. After the first week, we knew our way around and we became more confident.
In the final few days we decided to venture out to a Turkish market. We needed presents for people back home and we thought we could get a taste of Turkish culture. The place would be crowded so we worked on the basis that there was safety in numbers.
It was a very hot day and I put on my tight dark blue vest top, with a white trim. It showed a hint of cleavage although not too much. I also had on matching dark blue shorts that did show off my sexy thighs.
As we went through the market I was receiving many pervy looks and I even heard a few comments, but I chose to ignore them. It seemed to work and I was beginning to feel comfortable about being in the market.
But then I made a decision that was to change my life forever...
As we walked through the market I spotted a stall selling herbal teas and Turkish Delight. I looked at my friends, "Oh look guys, that would be perfect for gifts for everyone at home," I said. They nodded and followed me as I wandered off to the stall.
I began to look around the stall, looking at the wide array of teas laid out.
Imogen looked at me, "Errrrrr, Joanne shall we move on. This stall isn't ideal," she said.
I was surprised and looked back at her, "Oh but there is such a wide selection here," I replied. And then I looked up and realised why she said it.
There in front of me was the market stall seller. He was leering at me with a disgusting pervy smile on his face. As I looked at him I could not believe how ugly he looked. I thought he must have been over 50 years old. He was smaller than me, probably about 5ft5" with hair that was more grey then brown and he was unshaven. His eyebrows were thick and seemed to hide his pervy eyes and he had what can only be described as a big nose. His pervy smile showed his awful teeth and his body was puny.
"What can I do for the pretty blonde girl?" he said in broken English as he carried on leering at me, up and down. It felt so disturbing as I could tell he was undressing me with his eyes.
"Errrrr, nothing thanks. I was just looking," I said, trying to find an opportunity to move on.
He nodded as his eyes carried on roaming my body, settling on my breasts, "Oh so was I," he said, licking his lips, "you're fucking sexy," he added, "fancy having some fun with me, I'll show you a good time."
It should not have surprised me, but as I looked at him ogling me, I could not help but feel angry, "Look, shut up. You are absolutely the last person I would ever 'have fun with'. I would never dream of it. Now leave me alone," I said emphatically.
He just carried on leering at me, smiling his pervy smile, "Oh sexy girl, you are feisty aren't you. I will be dreaming of fucking your hot body tonight."
I shook my head, "You're...you're fucking deluded. How dare you talk to me like that. You're worse than the other Turkish guys and you're also the ugliest," I told him in no uncertain terms.
"Oh you sexy western blonde girls are all the same. Teasing us guys with your hot body and then getting annoyed when we leer at you. Your body was made for fucking you big titted tease and that's exactly what I'll be wanking over tonight," he said.
Imogen and Michelle heard every word, the shock on their faces was clear, "Come on Joanne, let's get out of here," said Michelle. I nodded, "Yeah, with pleasure. I can't listen to this anymore."
I started to walk away, "Oh Joanne, that is a very sexy name and a very sexy arse as well. I am sorry Joanne, seeing such a hot girl has made me not think straight," he said, "let me make it up to you, you can have as many free herbal teas as you want."
I should have walked on, but I stopped. I had spent an awful lot of money on holiday. The idea of getting free herbal teas for presents was just too tempting, even if it meant putting up with a few more crude comments.
I turned around, "Really?" I said, "I can have as many herbal teas as I want."
The guy nodded, "Yes Joanne, on one condition," he added.
"No way, get your filthy mind out of the fucking gutter," I reacted anticipating exactly what the one condition would be.
"Oh no Joanne, I will give you free herbal tea if I can take a picture of you on my mobile, so I can capture your beautiful body forever," he said with an ugly grin on his face.
I looked at my friends, and then at the guy, "Errrr, well, maybe. Ok, I'll do it, but I get all the herbal tea I want," I demanded.
"Are you sure Joanne? You know what he's like," said Imogen.
"I do, but it's only a couple of photos and what harm can it do. I'll end up getting all the herbal tea I want for free. It's...it's a good deal," I answered, "I'll do it."
I went back up to the stall and started to pick out all the herbal teas I wanted. I could see him gawping at my body as I picked out the teas. I could see his surprise at the amount of teas I selected but I figured I might as well use the situation to my advantage.
When I had finished I looked at the guy. He already had his mobile phone ready, "Ok, Joanne, you've had your fun, now for mine. Look at me and give me that sexy smile," he told me.
I put the tea down and looked at him. He was clearly revelling in the moment as he held his phone up and proceeded to take what seemed like lots of photos. All the time he kept muttering, "Oh that's good Joanne, that's very good Joanne. You are a very sexy girl."
I decided to ignore him and as he took his phone down was relieved. But he smiled again, "Oh Joanne, I ask for one more picture, with me and you."
I looked again at my friends who were shaking their heads, "Come on Joanne, you've done what you agreed," said Michelle.
I looked at the guy perving over me again and nodded, "They are right," I said.
The guy shrugged, "Oh Joanne, you take loads of tea from me and then refuse another picture. You are just another stuck up western girl."
"Well, after that remark, you can forget getting any more photos," I said.
"Oh come on Joanne, be reasonable. What about if I offer you 5 boxes of Turkish Delight," he said.
Once again I stopped in my tracks, "You'll give me five free boxes of Turkish Delight for a picture of me with you. Fuck me, you are sad and desperate."
"What can I say Joanne, all I want is a picture of me with a hot girl like you, so I can dream," he said in a very pervy manner.
"Come on Joanne, he's just a dirty pervert. Leave him alone and let's get back to the pool," said Imogen.
"Oh Joanne, I'd love to see you in the pool in your bikini. I bet it's very tiny," he said.
"You are such a dirty pervert, fuck off, I'm leaving," I said.
He just smiled again, "Oh Joanne, do not take offense. I was just remarking how beautiful you are. I will give you ten free boxes of Turkish Delight for a picture with me."
I stopped in my tracks again. Imogen and Michelle looked at me, "Oh leave it Joanne, he is gross," said Michelle.
"I know, but I might as well milk him for it," I replied, "we'll have enough for all our presents, just for a few harmless pictures," all in the earshot of the filthy pervert.
I turned around again, "Ok, if you're sad enough to offer me that, I'll do it," I agreed.
The pervy guy looked delighted, once again his big toothy smile flashed over his face, "Oh great Joanne. Thank you for agreeing to pictures with me," he said. He then summoned a guy from the stall next door and speaking in Turkish handed him his phone.
