Impregnated by Faheed

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Megan was single and longed to be married – to have a family of her own. She lived in a good subdivision, drove a good car and had a good job. She was trying to do everything right. She swiped on the profiles of most of the guys her age on Tinder, but after initial messaging, nothing ever came of it.Of course, she’d had a couple of quick fucks with one or two guys – but that’s all they wanted, and all she wanted was to make them happy, even if it was just for one night.Megan was a tiny girl at five foot two. She had long curly brunette hair that she spent at least an hour every morning curling it into the exact waves she desired. Her eyes were a hazel color, bright with curiosity. She had a smattering of freckles across her nose and cheeks, which often made her look younger than her twenty-two years.It was always the same, though – everyone was vanilla. Maybe her husband would be vanilla one day, too.She decided to spend the Saturday doing some shopping downtown. She was curious about the Middle Eastern district, as she had never explored it before. She loved various Middle Eastern food, so why not give some clothing shops a try also.Megan decided to take the streetcar instead of driving to get a bit more exercise. Not that she needed it – she had a trim waist and plump breasts and looked fantastic in yoga pants, Şerifali Escort which she happened to be wearing today. She wore a black lace bra and matching panties.Her mother had always told her to keep nice undergarments on in case she was ever in an accident. Well, this way maybe she would wind up with a paramedic husband. She pictured a paramedic having to cut her out of her yoga pants and seeing her lacy panties, his mind filling with lustful thoughts.Megan often had lustful dreams and squirmed slightly in the streetcar seat. Luckily it was a sparsely filled and no one was sitting next to her to complain about her inability to sit still.She saw the copper arches ahead, announcing the Middle Eastern district and pulled the cord to stop the streetcar at the next stop. Hopping off, she hoisted her purse up her arm and began to walk down the street. As she looked through the shop windows, she saw that the shops were full of many unique and fascinating looking things.As she was looking in the window of a shop, taking in the beautiful clothes on display, a face emerged. It startled Megan and she took a step back, meeting his eyes. It was an older man with creamy brown skin, the hair on his head sparse, but his beard thick. A smile formed on his face and he held up a finger, motioning Şerifali Escort Bayan for her to come into the store. Nervously she nodded and opened the glass door, a jingle of bells playing above her as she entered.The smell of incense wafted into her nostrils as she breathed. They used incense in her yoga classes sometimes, but this smelled a little different – she shook her head slightly, feeling like her memories were fading.The shopkeeper smiled at her, welcoming her into the shop. He introduced himself as Faheed and immediately showed her over to a circular display of saris in her size. “My wife is small like you,” he said to her, holding one up against her for comparison.Faheed was at least a foot taller than Megan and an imposing man. He had a belly on him and it protruded out over his belt. He wore a buttoned shirt, tucked sloppily into the waist of his pants.Megan began to feel a little dizzy, the incense taking control of her. Faheem leered at her, his teeth uneven and unbrushed. Megan brushed it off and continued to look through the clothes on the rack.“Here, love, this one would suit you greatly,” he took hold of her wrist and pulled her to him. Looking into his eyes, she found she couldn’t speak but instead nodded at him.“Why don’t you go and try it on?” Escort Şerifali he said, his hands finding their way to her waist. She looked down at the invading hand but said nothing. Instead, she wandered off in the direction of the change rooms, Faheem followed behind her. He pulled the red curtain aside and let her walk into the room.“Now then, how about you take off that shirt for Faheed?” Megan’s brow furrowed; that’s not what’s supposed to happen. However, she said nothing.Faheed’s hand roamed to her ample breasts, feeling them over top of her shirt before lifting it up over her head. “Good girl,” he said.What was this old man doing? Why couldn’t she tell him to stop?Faheed was growing hard in his pants, and he stroked his cock through them. Megan could see how big his cock was growing and found herself becoming wet involuntarily.His eyes took in her breasts, hidden behind the black lace and he took his fingers, sliding them down the straps before cupping them in his hands. With one hand, he reached behind her, flicked his wrist and her bra fell to the floor.Her mouth agape, she looked into his eyes, terrified, not wanting him to stop.“You are a beautiful young lady, Faheed is very grateful you walked into his store today.” He moved his fingers to her now pert nipples and squeezed them between his chubby fingers before leaning down and licking each of them. When the wouldn’t harden any more, he pinched them, making Megan gasp slightly. “Good girl, you still have your reactions. Faheed loves it when the girls react for him. Sometimes the incense takes that away.” His smile was evil and leering.

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