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The Town-The Shop Keeper

Copyright© 2015 by Gokky

Chapter 5 Young mum with Somali baby

Erotic Sex Story: Chapter 5 Young mum with Somali baby - Multi-chaptered story about a hardworking married guy, whose wife though loving does not share his interest in sex. The story will also encompass the wider community of the small town in which he lives.

Caution: This Erotic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Mult   Consensual   Reluctant   Heterosexual   Fiction   Harem   Interracial   Black Male   White Female   Oral Sex   Anal Sex   Lactation   Pregnancy   Cream Pie  

'Hello love, I hope you're happy and well-how old is your baby and what is baby's name?' and he walked around the counter to see-then Zaid beamed exultantly; the tiny little baby, he looked no more than a month old, was clearly Somali and contrasted triumphantly with his white mother, the baby had smooth dark brown skin, only a degree or two lighter than Zaid and big brown eyes and he already had thick curly black hair. She recognised the Somali joy her baby provoked; though it embarrassed her and caused her to blush; their delight that she, a pretty white teen had bred a Somali baby fanned the flames of her sexuality. She was however, intensely remorseful and sorry to have caused her christian family and her church such discomfort and sadness, so trying to avoid betraying this confusion of feeling, she but pretended to look at the magazines on the wall, 'he is four weeks old-he's called Yusuf'.

Smiling at the baby, while Zaid would never dream of taking another Muslim guy's woman, he was envious that it hadn't been him who had fucked and impregnated this tall, magnificent, delicious redhead.

Then he realized what she had said; Yusuf-perfect, a Muslim name, but his intelligent, searching eyes fixed upon the gold Christian cross around her neck. Then Zaid stretched to look at her delectably shaped bottom flaunted by a short, clinging skirt and he thought it the most delightful he had ever seen. She looked at him and self-consciously fingered her cross necklace understanding Zaid's unspoken question. Though she assumed that the shopkeeper was probably married too, old enough to be her father and though one married Somali guy had already used and then dispense with her, if the shopkeeper wanted to have her, she feared that wouldn't be able to deny him anything.

She decided that she had to chat to him however; she needed Somali friends, her baby boy was always going to spark interest in them and contrary to her family's pleading she had surrendered to the father's requirement that she raise their son as a Somali Muslim.

And despite her misgivings, she had an overwhelming craving for a commanding and subjugating Muslim man.

Zaid wondered if her bush between her legs was copper coloured too.

'I am Zaid' and gave her his hand, she shook it. 'Your beautiful son is Somali? His daddy is from our community?'

 
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