The convenience store

Mr and Mrs Patel had run this local corner shop for as long as anybody in the community could remember. It was popular with kids as a sweet shop, and with adults for its large range of newspapers and magazines. It was also useful for picking up occasional bits and pieces that people occasionally run out of - bread, milk, breakfast cereal, and so on.

It was also known for the wide range of top shelf magazines that ran the entire length of the shop. Despite the popularity of internet porn, Mr Patel insisted on stocking a huge range of dirty mags. John didn't live far away from here and had been in this shop a few times before. Like most men who visited, he tried not to get caught gawping at the front covers on display on that top shelf but couldn't resist sneaking a few glances every time he went in.

It was Mrs Patel that was standing at the counter when John walked into the shop this time. There were a number of items that were kept behind the counter and could only be purchased by asking a shop assistant to fetch them, so it wasn't unusual for customers to walk right up to the counter, and that's what John did. His dick was still semi-hard from his experience on the bus and his stomach still churning, his gassy intestines ready to let rip as soon as he was in position.

"Hello Mrs Patel," he greeted the shopkeeper as he reached the counter. John tried to let out a silent fart but couldn't keep it quiet; he nevertheless felt relief at letting a bit of pressure out.

"Hello, Mr John," she replied. "Oh dear! Perhaps I can interest you in some digestion tablets, I have some back here."

"Thank you, Mrs Patel, that sounds like a wise purchase," said John as the Asian woman turned her back to him, searching the shelves behind her. John instinctively took the opportunity to cast his eyes at the top shelf, and he wasn't disappointed. He was rewarded with beautiful images of skantily-clad and sometimes naked women, in various poses. Some of the magazines prided themselves on models with huge tits; others dealt with various fetishes or ethnic origins. John's attention was drawn back to Mrs Patel, who was still searching the shelves, by a loud noise from her bottom.

"Oh, golly, excuse me! Maybe I need some digestive tablets too!" she remarked. She bent down to examine some packets from a low shelf. She was wearing tight black leggings and John had a great view of her arse, which promptly farted again as she bent down. "Oh, oh my," said Mrs Patel, her arse cheeks growing before John's eyes into a large, round, bubble-butt, stretching her leggings to almost breaking point. She slowly stood up, holding two packets of digestion tablets in her hand, and turned to face John, who immediately noticed that her chest had also expanded considerably, and her lips were full and seductive. "Goodness, what has happened to me?" asked Mrs Patel. "I'm turning into one of those bimbos in the magazines up there!" she said, nodding towards the top shelf. Not missing another opportunity, John joined her in glancing at the porno magazines again.

"Oh, look at those titties, they look so hot," remarked Mrs Patel, staring up at the big boobs on the front covers. "I used to scorn at the girls in those magazines, but right now I'd like to suck on those titties, wouldn't you, Mr John? I'd like to kiss those girls full on the lips, and lick their vaginas. Oh yes, this is making me very very wet. Oh gosh, look at the size of my own titties! They're huge!" John obliged, staring at Mrs Patel's huge boobs. She was wearing a blouse that could barely contain them, the buttons and fabric stretching until the shopkeeper popped them open to let her massive tits swing free. "Oh Mr John, never mind the tablets, perhaps I can interest you in something else? We live above the shop, come upstairs to the bedroom with me! I need to have sex with you please!"

John obediently followed the Asian bimbo into their flat - they didn't make it as far as the bedroom, Mrs Patel had ripped her clothes off and offered her arse to him as soon as they reached their living room. John noticed that there were several pornographic magazines open on a coffee table.

"Oh, I see Mr Patel has been checking out the goods again," she said. "Now let me check out yours. I want to feel your penis inside me!"

John duly unleashed his cock and took in the sight of the huge round brown arse in front of him, the soaking wet pussy gleaming beneath it, and the photos of sexy sluts in the glossy magazines on the table. Needing no further motivation he lined his cock up with Mrs Patel's eager cunt lips and pushed his way inside.

"Yes, yes, nice and hard now, give it to me hard," instructed the shopkeeper and John obliged, thrusting his hips rapidly as he pounded the horny bimbo. Waves of pleasure shot through Mrs Patel as soon as she felt her customer's hard cock enter her. She had always been faithful to Mr Patel ever since their arranged marriage when they were both just 18 years old, but now she just craved sex, sex and more sex from anyone who could give it to her. And John's cock was huge; her vagina had never felt so full of cock, yet she wanted more, more more.

"Ah, ah, yes Mr John, I'm cumming, yes, fuck me!" she yelled as her body went into waves of quivering ecstasy. John felt her tight pussy gripping his cock even harder as Mrs Patel climaxed, and continued to pound his dick into her relentlessly. He reached around her body to grab her tits while he thrust into her tight cunt from behind, harder and faster until he felt the pressure building in his testicles and the familiar twitching in his cock signalling that he was about to ejaculate. He pulled out of Mrs Patel's eager pussy and spurted rope after rope of glossy white semen over her brown butt cheeks. Immediately her hands were rubbing his cum around her arse, and then she was licking his spunk off of her fingers.

"Mmmmm, that tastes good," she said, dreamily, and farted. "You must come back and fuck me again, Mr John. And Mr Patel is going to get the surprise of his life when he gets home, I'm going to get him to fuck me so hard," she added.

"He's certainly going to be surprised," agreed John as he started to get dressed again, wondering where he should take the virus to next.