I hope the right kind of girl is reading this.
   Believe it or not, with porn so easily available on the internet, I still occasionally enjoy the thrill of buying dirty magazines in a newsagent. Why, You ask?  In the hope that there will be a cute girl working there. An opportunity for a kind of mild sexual harrassment, you could say..
    In my town I found a "presse" where that is the case, at least half the time when her husbands not there.  A really pretty well-dressed young woman serving (sorry) there wearing a bit too much makeup, which I always see as a good sign. Yesterday I saw that the coast was clear so I entered the shop and deliberately spent a long time looking at the porn, checking to see if she was watching, and I did catch her glancing over a couple of times, worried I would steal something or having pervy thoughts I couldn't tell which. I bought a magazine, made a point of turning it round so the front cover was facing her and my hand was covering the price, and I confess that my cock got hard just having "forced" her to look at the whole cover in detail. Just that. That's how terible I am.
   She kept very firm eye contact and so did I, (and yes she is super hot in fact, I told myself) but she was playing the neutral role of the professional newsagent, same smile for everyone, although I did wonder if she wasnt enjoying teh mental picture of me going straight home and having a wank when she said she hoped I would enjoy the rest of the afternoon.
   I walked home realizing I'd managed to give myself a huge hardon just by (in effect) paying her to look at degrading pictures of women, and forcing her to thank me for it, and have a nice day. And I wanted to do it to her more, to see if she was excited by it.
   So the following day I had this perverted urge to go back there to see how much further I could push things, and after choosing one magazine I took it to the counter and managed to asked her a weird question: which was the best magazine? I was right in thinking she wouldn't deny that she knew at least roughly each magazines contents. I wanted to ask her if she knew of another one a bit like the one I had placed on the counter, to which, much to my surprise, she tore off the wrapping and opened it, as if she had suddenly become an expert on my taste in pornography, falling by chance on a double page spread of 3 office girls wearing glasses bent down sucking cocks in a fake office. "This one's half adverts" she said, pausing on a page of phone sex ads, tiny scenes of cocksucking, gaping butts, clothed eastern european bimbos peeing on each other, and cum-drenched schoolgirls faces, greedy tongues sticking out like devil horns. I mumbled something about these pages being my favourite because they play with my imagination" and before I'd finished she took a glance at the door to reassure herself noone else had entered. I asked her if it would be possible to order different titles, maybe something stronger?
   She opened a browser and gestured me to come behind the counter, so I squeezed in next to her, trying to rub my bulging cock against her leg as accidentally as possible but a mischevious smile signalled that she was already well decided as to where this was headed.
   Still sticking to our roles as vendor and customer, while at the same time sizing up my cock with her leg, she showed me a huge list on her screen of of the 10000s of titles she could order, and I remembered an Indian newsagent in London which looked like the pervy Indian guys working there had ordered almost all of it, and I remember thinking I would do the same, and fuck whether anyone bought any of it.
    It was actually "him", her husband who decided what they stocked every month, a kind of minimum package of the standard Hot Video and some mostly fake contact mags. Boring guy. She said that "we could try" to order a few more, and squeezed past my cock making it clear that she had something cool to show me at the back of the shop where the porn section was. Turns out that she has been adding 2 or 3 "titres un peu plus interessante" with all the other orders , each month for the past few years (of marital boredom, I guessed)., She moved some other magazines off the lowest shelf whose lid opened up, and inside she proudly revealed a HUGE stash of, guess what, mostly English porn, the kind of stuff that was part of my sex education, finding it in the forest (I'll save that story for another day), why, I hear you ask? Because, she laughed, she wanted to study English! I joked that she'd get arrested if she spoke like the filthy sluts in Razzle, Escort, Men's World, and then I knew that the "English" she wanted to "study" was me and my cock.
   Since inviting me to the little corner of seediness in the back of HER shop,  as if she was making herself part of the top shelf's theme,  she'd been expertly hiking up her skirt shorter and shorter, until it followed the same fashion as the girl's skirts in her secret magazines,  and she'd correspondingly changed her posture, blatantly sticking her tits out so they strained in the tight nylon top, even checking with a finger to make sure her nipples were erect through the cheap semi transparent fabric. Then, with a flash of black lace lingerie she suddenly grabbed about half the pile of magazines, flicking through and asking me, "her?" , "this one?" "you like?" and when I nodded she placed the magazine open on the floor and started opening the others, looking at the pages with an expression almost like awe, running her nails over a 2-page spread we both preferred, like we were deciding on wall colours for our new house together. Eventually the entire back part of the shop floor was covered with her collection. By the time she'd finished her skirt was up around her hips and she sat down , legs spead, in the middle of her dirty decor, and smiled at me.
   Then she unzipped my jeans, took out my throbbing cock, and  started furiously wanking me off into her face, sometimes slapping it against her cheek or rubbing it over her red lips, wanking harder and harder, stopping to run her long tongue up and down the entire length before greedily forcing it into her mouth and sucking me off in such a "professional" pornstar way that I realized she was basing her actions on the scene in a movie she had seen, and that this was her first performance. So perfect was the coming together of 2D and 3D, fantasy realized by 2 naughty adults, that I soon messily sprayed my cum all over her face, tits , legs and photos either side of her as she fingered herself to a noisy climax while the last of my cum hit the 2D English sluts on the pages of her precious filth. We silently picked up the magazines, folded them up keeping the juices inside, put them back under the crossword magazines, and just as I was trying to figure out how to say goodbye she winked and gestured towards the door.
     Ok so I edited it to show what happened in my favourite parallel universe.

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