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, 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 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?” 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.

“Pull down your pants for me, girl,” he ordered her and she nodded, obeying his command. She wiggled out of her yoga pants, removing them completely. “Now your panties,” he commanded. She slipped them down her sleek thighs and stepped out of them. Her body now standing naked in front of this strange Middle Eastern shopkeeper she found she couldn't say no to.

She stood there, naked and trembling before him. Faheed released his giant cock from his pants, letting them fall to the ground. He took his fingers and massaged her clit, watching her reaction as he did so. She gasped and he put a finger into her, testing to see just how wet she was for him.

“Maybe you're a little slut for Faheed, yes?” he sneered at her. “This pussy is Faheeds now,” he said matter of factly. She nodded her head slightly, standing like a mannequin. He rubbed his hands on her belly. “This belly is Faheems now, too.” Megan wasn't sure what he means by that.

In the changing room was a small loveseat where Faheed led Megan, instructing her to bend over so that he can fuck her from behind. “You see, you have no choice but to do what Faheem says. In this shop, I am King, and I will bless you with my seed.” he spread Megan's legs apart and grasped hold of his cock.

"He means to breed me," thought Megan. She couldn't help but grow even wetter at the thought. Somehow this idea sounded like the best idea she'd ever heard. It's was the fattest cock she'd ever seen and she couldn't believe how much she wanted to feel it inside of her.

He pushed the helmet of his cock along her buttocks, teasing her pussy even more.

“You want Faheeds cock, girl? Faheem will make your belly grow with his child.” Megan nodded her head, yes, but Faheem continued to tease her slit with his cock. He pushed slightly into her pussy, but just the head.

“Tell Faheed. Now. Tell Faheed what you want, girl” he commanded.

Her mouth fell open, commanded to speak, she does. “Yes, I want your seed so badly,” she told him. “Please stop teasing me, I want your baby in my belly,” she pleaded. He shook his head.

“Oh, no – Faheed likes to tease,” he placed his cock between her legs and moved his entire cock along her now aching pussy. He knew how badly she wanted it – the incense had seen to that. Megan was quivering with anticipation, feeling like she could cum with the slightest touch.

Faheed pressed his cock to her entrance and pushed his way in a couple of inches, making Megan squeal. “Good girl. You will take all of Faheed,” he pushed the other eight inches inside of her, making her scream. Reaching around her, he flicked her clitoris with a finger as he drew himself slowly in and out of her sopping wet pussy. She felt herself undulate with the most intense orgasm she'd ever had. She wanted more. He felt her quiver against his cock. “Slutty girl, coming so quickly for Faheed,” he said.

Megan wanted all of his cock inside her, but even more – she wanted his seed. She craved it. Before she entered his shop, she had no thoughts of kids until after marriage in her perfect life plan.

He began to fuck her quicker and quicker, his old balls clacking against her pussy. He grabbed her hands behind her back and used her arms as leverage.

“You feel so good, girl, Faheed might cum too quick – we wouldn't want that, now would we?” she shook her head no obediently. After pounding into her several more times, he slowed down – making Megan think he's about to cum. Instead, he pulled out of her and twisted her on the loveseat to face him. He lifted her legs in the air and placed the head of his cock at her entrance once more.

“This is the proper position for giving you my seed, girl. We need you to keep those legs in the air.” he pushed his entire length into her pussy all at once, making Megan squirm.

“Yes, Faheed, please...” she said. He grinned down at her, sweat dripping from his forehead onto her breasts.

He began to grunt as he moved quicker and quicker inside of her. “Tell Faheed what you want, girl. Now,” he commanded.

“Fill my belly with your seed!” she exclaimed as he exploded inside her, his sticky cum hitting her cervix with each push. His cock throbbed, emptying out every ounce of cum he had in him, into her waiting womb. He released himself from her slowly, wiping his sweaty brow.

“You belong to Faheed, now,” he told her and she nodded dutifully. “Keep your legs in the air for ten minutes, then you can put your clothes back on.” she nodded again. He rubbed her belly gleefully before pulling his pants up again.

He went the front of the store, leaving her with her legs raised, the sperm reaching her womb. This was a good one, he thought.

Eventually, Megan appeared in the doorway from the change rooms.

“Good girl,” he said to her and she smiled at him, still feeling like she's in a dream. “You will come back to Faheed every day and he will bless you with his seed. We will make sure that belly is full and you will have Faheeds children.” He said using the plural. She nodded, excited to come back tomorrow to be filled once more. He rubbed her belly, kissing it before letting her out of the store.

Megan disappeared out of the store, her head in the clouds, rubbing her belly on the streetcar home – hoping that Faheeds seed was swimming into her womb. She would be back tomorrow for the next blessing.