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Kate & the shopkeeper
by Grumpy Old man 1©
My wife Kate is only 24 years old she had started to take classes in belly dancing. It is perfect for her, as she stands about 5' 6" tall, and is a size 14 with a 36D chest, she has broad hips and a beautiful full, rounded belly delightfully centred with a deep dark navel. She had been looking for a new dance costume for some time without success.
We were out looking around a town that we don’t visit very often when we came across an oriental goods shop. Kate went inside the small dark shop to look around I followed he in to find an old man of middle eastern style sitting behind the counter. The man wore a knitted cap, the kind Muslim men wear and he had a long grey beard.
The old man stood up and came around to us, shook my hand and put his arm around my wife’s waist.
"Oh what can I do for this pretty lady?" the old man asked Kate.
"I want a dance costume" replied my wife blushing.
"What kind of dance?" questioned the old man
"Middle Eastern Tribal Dance..." answered my wife, at which the man grinned.
"Good Good, of course" said the man, "...Belly Dance!" he laughed and patted Kate’s belly..
He led her around the small shop showing her various costumes; he picked out one and led her towards a curtain at the rear of the shop. He pulled the curtain back to reveal a changing room. Kate went inside and he handed her the costume, he then allowed the curtain to fall back closed.
When she came out, he looked at her very seriously asking her to turn this way and that finally spinning around completely.
Kate looked stunning...her large, heavy breasts pushed up and thrust out and the belt on the bottom of the costume two inches below her navel.
"No...no...no!" grumbled the man, "This will not do at all...not at all..."
He walked over to Kate, roughly pushing me aside, and proceeded to push the bottom part of Kate’s costume much, much lower on her hips....so low that I could see some of her pubic hair.
"There that’s better, that’s the way you should wear it.” “You must show the whole of your belly, you silly girl!" he said, while adjusting her costume. I was shocked to see him getting his hands on the soft brown belly in the performance of this duty....the belly that was, until that moment, just there for my pleasure.
"Go on lovely lady...." he said, "show me a belly roll...for me...show me how you can dance!"
With that, my wife Kate began to undulate her belly right there in the dimly lit shop, The old man passed her a pair of finger cymbals which she began together to some eastern rhythm. She shook her breasts and danced the way her instructor had taught her.
"Very good Very good...you have learned well my lovely lady!" he said to my wife, he had his hands on her bare belly as if I were not there in the room Kate then placed her hands behind her head, breasts thrust out...soft belly curving in, then out, then in again beneath them. The old man began kneading and rubbing my wife's warm brown belly right in front of my eyes!
"Hmmmmmmmmm! What a nice soft belly you have my girl...and such a deep navel too!" he groaned, his fat fingers playing with Kate's deep, dark, belly-button hole.
The old man then said “You must have a different top with your costume...one with coins to jingle when you shake....Take of your top now! Off Off"
My wife stared at him, open mouthed and then looked at me.
"Come on Off Off, you silly girl!" he snapped, "do as you are told and take of that top!"
My wife reached around behind her and undid the strap there, letting the bra fall to the floor. She straightened up and stood there, topless in the dimly lit shop...bare breasted and bare bellied in front of this old man...I couldn’t believe it.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh!" he grunted, his hand seeming to rub a huge bulge in the front of his long white shirt. That couldn't be his penis, I thought, it reached up almost half way to his chest...
My wife stood there, her breasts thrust out. Her breasts are large and heavy, yet stand out quite a way from the ribcage. Her nipples are big and fat, with surrounding brown saucers that are four inches across.
He took a coin-sown bra and walked over to my wife. He put the bra down for a second and took her breasts in his hands, rubbing, kneading and weighing the soft fleshy melons as if they were some tropical fruit and he was testing the ripeness.
"No, No that will not do” he said to himself. He walked away from Kate selected another bra before walking back to Kate and again taking her breasts in his hands. Kate’s big fat nipples were sticking out and I watched as he pulled on each of them.
There she stood, half naked in the dimly lit shop with this strange old man caressing her breasts in his hands.
"Bend over my girl! he ordered "I am going to fuck you! I will plough your fertile field and make a baby in your nice soft married belly!
To my amazement, Kate dropped the costume to the floor and stood there naked. She looked so erotic standing there naked before this old man. She then went over to one of the tables, her breasts and arse jiggling and her belly quivering.
"My my...what a nice hairy bush you have my girl!" he exclaimed.
She leaned over on the table and he went over to her.
The old man looked at me, then commenced to rub and massage all over my wife's naked body....breasts...belly...bottom...and the thick thatch of her beautiful pubic bush. He really revelled in the pleasure of her hairy slit.
"Now watch as I fuck your wife!" he snapped at me leering at me.
The old man lifted his gown to reveal his big fat cock; it was well over 8 inches in length and as thick as a beer can. He was rubbing the head of his cock up and down Kate’s silt spreading his and Kate’s juices around her pussy.
"Come here and help me!" he taunted.
I walked over and took his cock in my hand...I could feel its blood-filled heat...I opened the lips of my wife's lovely little pussy and pushed about four inches of the monster cock into her...
"Oooooooooohhhhhhhhhh!" she groaned, "Ummmmmmmm!"
The old man put his hands under her, on her belly, and suddenly thrust about four or five inches more into her!
"OOOOOOOOOOOOohhhhhhhhhhhhhh.... she groaned again.
There she stood, bent over, the man's hands kneading her soft belly and hanging breasts, with about 4 inches of cock in her tight pussy and at least another 4 inches yet remaining outside!
Again he thrust into her this time filling her pussy completely.
The man stood there with his big fat cock embedded in my wife’s pussy...his tongue hanging out like an a****l...and he began to fuck her in Ernest!
The sound of fucking filled the shop, his long hairy ball sack swinging and bouncing with the effort slapping against my wife's full round bottom... I took a moment to look at his scrotum...huge and heavy and swollen with his seed.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh...lovley big titties...nice soft belly...hairy little cunt!" he moaned as he fucked Late. She was moaning and crying out in pleasure too.
The sound of fucking, and groaning and swearing filled the air! The man was kneading my wife’s hanging breasts like bread dough as he fucked her. Suddenly, he started to feel his ejaculation on its way.
"Where to you want me to seed your silly little girl?" he grunted at me. I didn't want him to cum inside her, as she was not on the pill and I didn't want her to have this man's baby.
"Please don't shoot inside her...please..." I pleaded, but he just laughed. It was Anita herself who answered...
"Cum inside me...please cum in my belly...give me you seed...make a baby in my womb for me!"
"Yes!" grunted the man, "it is as it should be...I will fuck you and fill your belly with my blessed seed!"
The man held my wife my the waist and grunted in ecstasy again and again as he poured his into her fertile womb...there was so much thick slimy semen being pumped into her that it squirted out a few times, landing in thick white puddles on the dirty floor of his shop.
I was masturbating by this time and my own semen spurted out onto the floor of his dirty shop...a pathetic few drops compared to his deluge
The old man stopped thrusting and pulled back, his long fat slippery cock flopping softly down as it left my wife's hairy slit with an audible "plop", a long string of sperm hanging from the huge hole in the fat head of his massive cock.
Sperm was running out of my wife, and the old man told her to lay down and raise her knees so as not to lose any of his blessing.
The man put his monster cock away and took me to the cash register, where he took an inflated price for the belly dancing costume...considering that he had just had the pleasure of fucking my wife!
That was it! She thanked the man who said that his name was Iqbal and we left the shop.
"Wait just a minute!" he shouted, "you forgot..."
The man ran up to us and showed me the small silver coin he had showed me the last time I was there...for my wife's little navel...
He took her to a chair and told her to stand on it, as he would not go on his knees in front of a woman...she did so.
The man took the small coin...looked for a second at Anita's expose navel...and thrust his tongue all the way into her deep belly-button causing her to let out a gasp. He took the coin and pressed it into her saliva-wet navel where it stayed.
My wife thanked him again and we left the shop with a look of satisfaction on both his and my wife's faces and the small silver coin....glittering in the sunlight...in the centre of her firm brown belly!
Nine months late, I watched as my wife gave birth to little baby boy...a son. The baby was much darker than our two sons. The nurses smiled when they saw the baby's skin colour. He was a fine young man, they said, and even at birth, the nurse said that he was a lucky boy to have such an abnormally large penis!
by Grumpy Old man 1©
My wife Kate is only 24 years old she had started to take classes in belly dancing. It is perfect for her, as she stands about 5' 6" tall, and is a size 14 with a 36D chest, she has broad hips and a beautiful full, rounded belly delightfully centred with a deep dark navel. She had been looking for a new dance costume for some time without success.
We were out looking around a town that we don’t visit very often when we came across an oriental goods shop. Kate went inside the small dark shop to look around I followed he in to find an old man of middle eastern style sitting behind the counter. The man wore a knitted cap, the kind Muslim men wear and he had a long grey beard.
The old man stood up and came around to us, shook my hand and put his arm around my wife’s waist.
"Oh what can I do for this pretty lady?" the old man asked Kate.
"I want a dance costume" replied my wife blushing.
"What kind of dance?" questioned the old man
"Middle Eastern Tribal Dance..." answered my wife, at which the man grinned.
"Good Good, of course" said the man, "...Belly Dance!" he laughed and patted Kate’s belly..
He led her around the small shop showing her various costumes; he picked out one and led her towards a curtain at the rear of the shop. He pulled the curtain back to reveal a changing room. Kate went inside and he handed her the costume, he then allowed the curtain to fall back closed.
When she came out, he looked at her very seriously asking her to turn this way and that finally spinning around completely.
Kate looked stunning...her large, heavy breasts pushed up and thrust out and the belt on the bottom of the costume two inches below her navel.
"No...no...no!" grumbled the man, "This will not do at all...not at all..."
He walked over to Kate, roughly pushing me aside, and proceeded to push the bottom part of Kate’s costume much, much lower on her hips....so low that I could see some of her pubic hair.
"There that’s better, that’s the way you should wear it.” “You must show the whole of your belly, you silly girl!" he said, while adjusting her costume. I was shocked to see him getting his hands on the soft brown belly in the performance of this duty....the belly that was, until that moment, just there for my pleasure.
"Go on lovely lady...." he said, "show me a belly roll...for me...show me how you can dance!"
With that, my wife Kate began to undulate her belly right there in the dimly lit shop, The old man passed her a pair of finger cymbals which she began together to some eastern rhythm. She shook her breasts and danced the way her instructor had taught her.
"Very good Very good...you have learned well my lovely lady!" he said to my wife, he had his hands on her bare belly as if I were not there in the room Kate then placed her hands behind her head, breasts thrust out...soft belly curving in, then out, then in again beneath them. The old man began kneading and rubbing my wife's warm brown belly right in front of my eyes!
"Hmmmmmmmmm! What a nice soft belly you have my girl...and such a deep navel too!" he groaned, his fat fingers playing with Kate's deep, dark, belly-button hole.
The old man then said “You must have a different top with your costume...one with coins to jingle when you shake....Take of your top now! Off Off"
My wife stared at him, open mouthed and then looked at me.
"Come on Off Off, you silly girl!" he snapped, "do as you are told and take of that top!"
My wife reached around behind her and undid the strap there, letting the bra fall to the floor. She straightened up and stood there, topless in the dimly lit shop...bare breasted and bare bellied in front of this old man...I couldn’t believe it.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh!" he grunted, his hand seeming to rub a huge bulge in the front of his long white shirt. That couldn't be his penis, I thought, it reached up almost half way to his chest...
My wife stood there, her breasts thrust out. Her breasts are large and heavy, yet stand out quite a way from the ribcage. Her nipples are big and fat, with surrounding brown saucers that are four inches across.
He took a coin-sown bra and walked over to my wife. He put the bra down for a second and took her breasts in his hands, rubbing, kneading and weighing the soft fleshy melons as if they were some tropical fruit and he was testing the ripeness.
"No, No that will not do” he said to himself. He walked away from Kate selected another bra before walking back to Kate and again taking her breasts in his hands. Kate’s big fat nipples were sticking out and I watched as he pulled on each of them.
There she stood, half naked in the dimly lit shop with this strange old man caressing her breasts in his hands.
"Bend over my girl! he ordered "I am going to fuck you! I will plough your fertile field and make a baby in your nice soft married belly!
To my amazement, Kate dropped the costume to the floor and stood there naked. She looked so erotic standing there naked before this old man. She then went over to one of the tables, her breasts and arse jiggling and her belly quivering.
"My my...what a nice hairy bush you have my girl!" he exclaimed.
She leaned over on the table and he went over to her.
The old man looked at me, then commenced to rub and massage all over my wife's naked body....breasts...belly...bottom...and the thick thatch of her beautiful pubic bush. He really revelled in the pleasure of her hairy slit.
"Now watch as I fuck your wife!" he snapped at me leering at me.
The old man lifted his gown to reveal his big fat cock; it was well over 8 inches in length and as thick as a beer can. He was rubbing the head of his cock up and down Kate’s silt spreading his and Kate’s juices around her pussy.
"Come here and help me!" he taunted.
I walked over and took his cock in my hand...I could feel its blood-filled heat...I opened the lips of my wife's lovely little pussy and pushed about four inches of the monster cock into her...
"Oooooooooohhhhhhhhhh!" she groaned, "Ummmmmmmm!"
The old man put his hands under her, on her belly, and suddenly thrust about four or five inches more into her!
"OOOOOOOOOOOOohhhhhhhhhhhhhh.... she groaned again.
There she stood, bent over, the man's hands kneading her soft belly and hanging breasts, with about 4 inches of cock in her tight pussy and at least another 4 inches yet remaining outside!
Again he thrust into her this time filling her pussy completely.
The man stood there with his big fat cock embedded in my wife’s pussy...his tongue hanging out like an a****l...and he began to fuck her in Ernest!
The sound of fucking filled the shop, his long hairy ball sack swinging and bouncing with the effort slapping against my wife's full round bottom... I took a moment to look at his scrotum...huge and heavy and swollen with his seed.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh...lovley big titties...nice soft belly...hairy little cunt!" he moaned as he fucked Late. She was moaning and crying out in pleasure too.
The sound of fucking, and groaning and swearing filled the air! The man was kneading my wife’s hanging breasts like bread dough as he fucked her. Suddenly, he started to feel his ejaculation on its way.
"Where to you want me to seed your silly little girl?" he grunted at me. I didn't want him to cum inside her, as she was not on the pill and I didn't want her to have this man's baby.
"Please don't shoot inside her...please..." I pleaded, but he just laughed. It was Anita herself who answered...
"Cum inside me...please cum in my belly...give me you seed...make a baby in my womb for me!"
"Yes!" grunted the man, "it is as it should be...I will fuck you and fill your belly with my blessed seed!"
The man held my wife my the waist and grunted in ecstasy again and again as he poured his into her fertile womb...there was so much thick slimy semen being pumped into her that it squirted out a few times, landing in thick white puddles on the dirty floor of his shop.
I was masturbating by this time and my own semen spurted out onto the floor of his dirty shop...a pathetic few drops compared to his deluge
The old man stopped thrusting and pulled back, his long fat slippery cock flopping softly down as it left my wife's hairy slit with an audible "plop", a long string of sperm hanging from the huge hole in the fat head of his massive cock.
Sperm was running out of my wife, and the old man told her to lay down and raise her knees so as not to lose any of his blessing.
The man put his monster cock away and took me to the cash register, where he took an inflated price for the belly dancing costume...considering that he had just had the pleasure of fucking my wife!
That was it! She thanked the man who said that his name was Iqbal and we left the shop.
"Wait just a minute!" he shouted, "you forgot..."
The man ran up to us and showed me the small silver coin he had showed me the last time I was there...for my wife's little navel...
He took her to a chair and told her to stand on it, as he would not go on his knees in front of a woman...she did so.
The man took the small coin...looked for a second at Anita's expose navel...and thrust his tongue all the way into her deep belly-button causing her to let out a gasp. He took the coin and pressed it into her saliva-wet navel where it stayed.
My wife thanked him again and we left the shop with a look of satisfaction on both his and my wife's faces and the small silver coin....glittering in the sunlight...in the centre of her firm brown belly!
Nine months late, I watched as my wife gave birth to little baby boy...a son. The baby was much darker than our two sons. The nurses smiled when they saw the baby's skin colour. He was a fine young man, they said, and even at birth, the nurse said that he was a lucky boy to have such an abnormally large penis!
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