The Talent Scout

Her sluggish mind was slow to realize this, but she eventually reached that conclusion.

"OH MY GOD," she said, trying to slap his hand away. "How could you possibly think... that I'd ever... w-with you?!"

She cringed from his touch but didn't get up and run out the door as her gut told her to.

"You filthy old pervert, get your fucking hands off me!" she screeched at him instead.

As Emma tried to slap away his hairy hand, Thomas spoke again.

"This situation won't just cost you all that money, or your parents' trust," Thomas whispered hoarsely as she continued to push his hand away.

"I'll also make sure you never land another job in the industry again," he said malevolently... maliciously.

Emma froze in horror at the prospect.

He waited a few heartbeats to let that sink in.

"I'll make sure of it," he threatened again, his voice harsh with menace.

Emma's eyes went wide with fear and her hands dropped limply to her sides in defeat.

A wicked evil grin curved his thick rubbery lips... and he didn't care if she saw it.

"There... I knew you'd do the right thing... the smart thing," he said almost gleefully. "You're lucky I like you so much, baby."

"And this means you still have a shot at a career in modeling," he continued. "We all have to make sacrifices if we want to make our dreams come true."

His pig-like eyes rolled down to gaze at her awe-inspiring cleavage in awe.

"You're lucky you have such amazing big tits..." his voice trailed off.

Emma watched in disgust as a string of saliva actually drooled out of the corner of his mouth and streamed down his fat triple chins.

"Hmm, they're exactly how I like them," he gibbered.

Emma could feel his hand tremble against her thigh as his glazed eyes devoured her chest.

"They're the most perfect tits I've ever seen in my entire life."

Rivulets of sweat rolled from his bald scalp over his flushed yellow-tinged face which was covered in stubble and spotted with a gross red rash.

She nearly gagged with revulsion at the sight of him licking the flecks of foam that collected on his lips when he spoke.

Hearing the way he mumbled about her breasts was exactly how she initially assumed he'd be.

He was a revolting and vile old man... and she was stuck in a situation her slow-moving mind couldn't find a way out of.

"Please... don't... I'm sure there's another way," she whimpered pleadingly, cringing at the look of desperate lust on his hideous face. "Please, I don't want this... please... stop... please"

But Thomas was too far gone in his lust to hear her pleas.

He stood up quickly, not wanting to give her time to think, and closed and locked the door to the studio, shoving the key in his pocket, then drew out the twin-size mattress he'd leaned against the wall behind the backdrop. It fell to the carpeted floor with an ominously loud thump bounce swoosh.

Nervous giggles and choking sobs racked Emma's slim young body, making her perfect breasts bounce and quiver.

"Please, sir. Please. I beg you! Please don't," she gibbered over and over.

Thomas went to stand before her, reached down, gripped her elbows and drew her gently to her feet then he brought his hands up inwards along her slim tense shoulders. His hands disappeared beneath her long blonde hair as his numb fingers fumbled with the strings of her bikini top.

Thomas wasn't a tall man, but he towered over her slight waifish form.

The bottom of his fat jowly face was so close to hers, close enough that she could count the pimples and blackheads on his sweaty skin. She smelled his hot, foul, sewer-like breath as it washed over her with every rasping whistling breath.

His eyes dropped to her cavernous cleavage. He'd yearned for those massive tits for years and now was his chance, now was HIS time.

Another string of drool rolled down his fat chin and dripped onto Emma's bikini top, soaking into and leaving a dark wet spot on the flimsy pink material.

"There, there. I'm not gonna hurt ya, baby girl... just let daddy have his fun, okay?" he panted through panting foaming lips.

His armpits were drenched with sweat and the sickening stench of it filled the room, it was like standing next to a dumpster of hot trash. Tears rolled steadily down Emma's cheeks and she continued to sob and giggle inconsolably, despairingly.

"Look girl, quit your goddamn cryin'! You have to learn to act in this business," he said, trying to sound reasonable, but a catch in his voice revealed his excitement. "The more you act like you're enjoying it, the easier this'll be for you."

He paused and tilted her chin up with a thick finger so she looked him in the eyes.

"And the more I'll discount what you owe me," he finished.

Thomas finally found the ends of the strings and pulled, untying the simple knot by slowly raising his hands to either side of her long graceful neck then released them. He watched as the small bit of pink cloth slowly fell away as if in slow motion, revealing what he longed to see most in the entire freaking world.

"OH! MY! GOD!"

"Fucking yes!"

"There they are!"

"Finally, after all these years!" he exulted.

Yet another string of saliva drooled from his slack mouth and he licked his thick rubbery lips.

Emma's top got stuck on her suddenly hard nipples for a split second but a quick tug made the flimsy piece of cloth flutter down and her big perfect breasts were fully revealed to the disgusting old man's adoring eyes. The string that ran across her ribs, below her bouncy breasts, was still tied behind her back, making the strings and two pink triangles dangle down over her taut belly. He reach behind he back and quickly undid that knot too until nothing barred his view of her glorious boobs.

Emma sobbed helplessly, her bouncing quivering breasts were fully and completely bared to a repulsive old man she absolutely despised.

She tried to cover herself with her hands but he gripped her narrow wrists and pulled them away from her body with easy strength. She was no match for him physically.

"Oh my lord! Yessss," he hissed with savage gleeful lust in his gleaming dark eyes. "Just fucking look at 'em! Oh my god, just look at 'em!"

He sucked in air through his teeth in a long whistling, hissing wheeze of incredulity.

Her incredible young breasts stood straight and proud without a hint of sag, a pair of pert pink nipples topped pale triangles of flesh where the sun never reached. They were huge, round and unbelievably firm... as perfect as only a teenager's could be.

He slowly brought his trembling hands up to her flesh. They were already cupped to her shape. She watched with dread and began to whimper.

"P-p-please, no. I beg you... don't... don't do this. I'll do anything else you ask," she blubbered through her giggly sobs. Tears and snot mixed on her face, leaving it shiny and wet.

"Hmm, no chance I'm going to pass this up. You're all I ever wanted... THEY'RE all I ever wanted... now give them to me!" he said, blabbing like a maniac in his lust.

He lost himself completely when he took her teenage breasts in his hands and kneaded them like a madman.

They were so firm but also oh so very soft and no matter how much he squeezed them, they always reverted to their firm round perfection. He couldn't believe this was actually happening.

His thick fingers sank deep into soft breast female flesh.

Emma's famous rack was at the mercy of the town's biggest, most notorious and most commonly-avoided pervert... and she'd unwittingly put herself in that position.

She stood on her tiptoes and her body swayed, leaned back and from side to side as he mauled her marvelous breasts.

She closed her eyes, shook her head in denial and weakly tried to push him away, but he was too strong, too heavy, and too physically superior. All she could do was moan in disgust.

Eventually, her tears stopped flowing and the sobs and giggles died away.

Emma tried to deny her body's response to the ugly old fat man's dominating forcefulness, but her breasts had always been very sensitive and responsive to even the slightest stimulation and the way the repulsive old man was mauling them lit a raging fire deep in her core.

She tried to force herself to ignore her body's reaction but she squirmed helplessly under his large hairy hands and an occasional whimper of unwanted pleasure escaped between her clenched teeth.

"Jesus, they're so fucking perfect," he groaned, his large hairy hands pawing her perfect breasts. He was completely oblivious to her reactions. "They're so fucking big, so firm, and oh sooo soft! Hmm, I'm gonna make you very rich and famous baby, I promise."

Her mind was in turmoil at the conflict between rational thought and her body's irrational physical reaction. The touch of his aggressive forceful hands was driving her up the wall. She couldn't seem to think straight.

Her hazy mind realized what was at stake when she heard him say that he'd make her rich and famous. This might be her only chance.

Her mind instantly veered away from that train of thought.

No, she didn't want to go through with this. The price was too high. She'd rather live her life as a cashier at the local grocery store than spend one more second getting pawed at by this revolting old man.

She kept her eyes tightly closed and shivered in disgust at his touch.

She desperately wanted to run, wanted to get away from the old man's nauseating stench and sickening clammy touch, but she'd seen him lock the door and slip the key in his pocket. There was no way out, no one to hear her scream, no one to save her.

Why would a door lock from the inside, she wondered listlessly? It was a stray thought that flitted through her mind like a hummingbird that zipped in and flitted away in the blink of an eye.

Thomas stooped down and thrust his sweaty fat face into the girl's 18-year-old tits. He rubbed it in the depths of her cleavage, his thick lips kissing and his hot wet tongue soaking her flesh with slimy foul-smelling spit.

Emma bit her lower lip at the sensations caused by his raspy beard scratching her sensitive tender skin, by his forceful kissing lips and teasing, nipping yellow teeth. Sparks of pleasure coursed through her body and lights like lightning strikes flashed behind her closed eyelids.

She squirmed helplessly under his relentless assault, her small frail body responding by unconsciously and instinctively rotating her jerking hips and spreading her legs slightly.

She felt shame and disgust at her body's intense arousal. She wished she could turn off that part of her body but she felt herself get wet... down there.

She'd invented stories in her imagination about her first time with a man, tying it with marriage and romance. In her waking dreams, she'd conjured up a dark-haired young man her age, tall and well-muscled, masculine and noble. He'd romance her, eventually they'd get married and she'd give him the gift of her virginity on their wedding night.

That fanciful dream was not to be.

The old slob opened his horrid thick-lipped mouth and sucked in as much of a large round breast as he could, swirling his tongue around and around her rock-hard little nipple, scrubbing her bumpy areola and nipping her tender young flesh with large yellow teeth then he switched and did the same to her other breast. His hands squeezed her firm young tits together, maddeningly thumbing and teasing the nipple he wasn't sucking.

Emma's breath rasped in her throat. Her chest rose and fell with a quickly-rising unwanted sexual excitement.

She kept her eyes tightly closed, not wanting to witness the ugly old face ravaging her proud young breasts, slobbering all over them. But the sounds alone were traumatizing enough as Thomas lost every bit of control.

"You're so perfect, my busty teenage model. So absolutely fucking perfect," he declared as he hummed and slurped and groaned with pleasure.

The old man's ill-smelling saliva covered Emma's chest, smearing her breasts from neck to ribs.

She tried to resist the urge but couldn't help but open her eyes a crack and look down. She saw the greasy strands of wispy gray hair plastered on the top of his sweaty bald head which was covered with scabs and age spots.

His wide crooked nose pushed deep into the firm flesh of her breast and she felt and saw his tongue lap wildly at her nipple and areola. The intense visual was like shards of glass in her eye and she began to giggle and cry again.

This was a nightmare come true.

She'd always been careful not to show too much skin in public, except of course at the beach, and never talked with strangers, especially not filthy old men like Thomas, who looked even older then her grandpa.

She took it for granted that she'd always been protected, by her mother and father, by her friends and even by her teachers. They'd stood like a bulwark between her and the perverts of the world.

But there was no one here now. She was completely at the mercy of this hideous old fiend.

He looked up suddenly, straight into her slightly-open eyes. He smiled wickedly and licked her boob from its bottom, along its curving tear-shaped swell, over her turgid nipple, to the top of her heaving chest. The fleshy mound bounced and quivered, glistening with his slimy saliva.

"You taste so fucking good," he groaned. "I bet you like watching me feast on these puppies, don't you baby?" he asked, squeezing her breasts together and making them bulge up and outward, her rosy nipples pointing at his fat ugly face.

She shivered in revulsion and unwelcome need when he kissed his way up her flushed chest, slim graceful neck and then hovered with his mouth over hers. She quickly turned her face away and closed her eyes once again. His hot rancid breath washed over her, stinking like a hot open sewer.

He grabbed the back of her long golden hair roughly in one hairy fist and turned her head to face him.

"Oh no you don't," he said assertively. "Open your eyes."

Emma kept her eyes tightly shut and held her breath, not wanting to breathe in his foul breath.

"You better do as I fucking say... or else," he hissed angrily.

She shook her head.

"I SAID OPEN YOUR FUCKING EYES."

Her eyes snapped open. The harsh tone of his voice sent a shiver down her spine. She refused to acknowledge that it was a mixture of fear and intense arousal.

He smiled pleasantly and nodded in approval.

"Time to give daddy a kiss, baby," he said, puckering his thick lips leaning in.

Emma gagged in disgust as his lips connected with hers, but he was past caring.

He kissed her with wild passion and then prodded her lips with his tongue, trying to get her to open her mouth. Finally, frustrated with his efforts, he pulled a hand away from squeezing a firm breast and pulled her chin down, forcing her to open her mouth.

She squeaked and opened her mouth in surprise and Thomas thrust his thick tongue into it, making her cheeks bulge as he rooted around and tried to get her to respond with her own tongue.

She briefly considered biting down hard, but based on how aggressive he'd been, she quickly decided not to go down that route. He might hurt her.

Instead, she snapped her head to the side and broke the one-sided kiss.

Gagging in revulsion, she nearly threw up at his foulness. She tried to spit away the foul taste he left in her mouth.

Not really caring about her reaction to his kiss, if he did things right maybe she'd kiss him back willingly later.

He shrugged, reached down and cupped her magnificent tits again.

The lovely girl's firm young flesh bulged and seemed to ooze between his old hairy fingers. They were so big, even his large hands couldn't contain them. He groaned with pleasure, leaning his pimply face against her warm smooth cheek, and tasted the salt of her tears on his lips.

In a dark corner of the room, concealed in a pile of equipment on a high shelf, a camera was aimed down at the room, catching every second. It was high end and recorded in 4K, ultra-high definition. The owners placed it there months ago to protect themselves from possible lawsuits, but Thomas knew about it and had bought a hard drive to replace the one recording the night's action. He'd prepared for every contingency.

Were anyone there to see through the lens at that moment, they'd catch something they'd never believe unless they saw it with their own eyes. The town's creepiest old pervert, a 66-year-old fat ugly slob everyone disliked and stayed away from, was having his way with the town's most beautiful and bustiest teen. A sweet and lovely young girl who happened to be wearing only a skimpy pair of bikini bottoms... and nothing else.

The hideous old man slobbered hot foul kisses all over the lovely girl's angelic face while his hairy old hands kneaded her bare perfect breasts. He squeezed and released them, marveling at how quickly they reverted to their firm round perfection.

Thomas groaned as he pulled away from her, leaving a long thin string of drool between her flushed cheek and his mouth.

"Lay down on the bed, baby," he said, pointing at the stained twin mattress lying in front of the backdrop.

"... and don't let me ask it twice" he said in a now familiar threatening, no-nonsense tone.

He was more determined than ever to get what he wanted and nothing was going to stand in his way, especially not her.

Emma could see no way out.

Covering her spit-soaked breasts with her arms pressed across her chest, she walked to the stained old mattress and carefully lay down on her back at its center.

Thomas was amused at her attempt to cover herself, all she did was mash her arms against her huge tits and make them bulge in the most wondrous and enticing ways.

Once she lay down, she kept her legs bent, closed tight and slightly angled away from the old slob and instantly closed her eyes.

Her nipples were sore, there were faint red bite marks on the sides and tops of her boobs and her tender skin felt raw and sore from his raspy beard, yet they tingled pleasantly and her nips were hard as pebbles.

Walking to the mattress, he undid the buttons of his shirt and took it and his sweat-soaked wife-beater undershirt off then he stood over her with his fists on his flabby fat hips. He wanted her to look at him, to truly SEE him. He wanted to shock her. He loved the contrast between them, the fact that they were complete and absolute opposites turned him on even more and he wanted her to seem then an accept them herself.

His fumbling fingers trembled with barely-contained excitement at the knowledge he was about to have the girl of his dreams. He stood looking down at her, waiting for her to open her eyes.

Emma heard his footsteps stop next to the mattress and felt him looming over her. Her heart pounded in her chest in terror and her mouth was dry as a desert. She waited and waited, while the tension mounted inside her until it felt as if she were about to snap in two.

"OPEN YOUR EYES!" the old man snapped angrily from far above.

They snapped open obediently, widened and filled with disdain and horror when she looked at him.

Thomas' looked like a melted wax figure that had once been a man. A thick pelt of gray hair covered his chest, shoulders, back, thick belly and flowed like a horrid river down to his groin. His flabby chest was spotted with red inflamed pimples and his huge sagging gut pointed at her almost proudly.

When he saw her eyes were open, he bent and pulled down his trousers and underwear in one quick wrench, sending his engorged member bouncing and swaying before Emma's horrified eyes.

She'd never seen a man's penis before. She found it horrifying and absolutely revolting. It was flushed dark red with blood, thick veins throbbed and bulged along its length, and it was covered with a dense wiry tangle of gray pubic hair.