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Supermarket Sweep (FF, exh, inc) 
by Pam Bennett (pam@mrdouble.com)
 
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One day I had a surprise at the checkout of the local 
supermarket. I had paid for my shopping, when I saw the 
Supervisor stroll across to me. "May I invite you to 
have a chat with our manageress," she said. "There is 
nothing the matter, but she wants to ask a favour of 
you." 

I noticed all the checkout women smiling and nodding at 
me as I was ushered into a small office. I was 
introduced to a smart looking tall woman of about forty 
who told me her name was Clare. She welcomed me and gave 
me coffee out of a jug standing on her desk. She shook 
hands with me and said, "Mrs Bennett, I don't know if 
you know, but each year the women working here have a 
party. 

We all drink a little too much and have a good time with 
no men present. One of the features of the evening is 
the crowning of the Supermarket Princess.

"Call me Pam," I replied, "How can I help?"

"Well, Pam," she said, "Usually we have a candidate for 
Princess right here in the store. The checkout girls 
usually elect the youngest and prettiest of their 
number. But this year, there just is not a suitable 
girl. They are all too old. Now, we have naturally 
discussed what is to be done and someone suggested your 
daughter. I gather she is very popular here." 

I have been shopping there for a few years and I suppose 
the checkout girls have got to know Wendy and me. I felt 
proud that they liked Wendy enough to choose her as 
their Princess, and felt comfortable with me so they 
could ask me. "That sounds possible," I said, "but of 
course I will have to ask her." 

Clare was pleased at my reaction, "I must tell you that 
these evenings sometimes get a little out of hand. Of 
course, you will be there, but the women will be 
disappointed if Wendy does not enter into the fun of the 
evening. Do you think that will be alright with her?"

I told her that I thought Wendy would love the attention 
and was told that she would certainly have plenty of 
that. "All the checkout girls really fancy her, you 
know," said the manageress. What on earth did she mean? 

As I went past the checkouts on the way out of the 
store, the girls smiled at me and several made a thumbs 
up sign. I felt they were all appealing me to ensure 
that my daughter agreed to be their Princess. I would of 
course ask her, but I felt I already knew what her 
answer would be. Wendy loves to be the centre of 
attention and this promised to be a good party. When 
Wendy came in from school, I put the supermarket's 
request to her. She agreed at once.

Next day, when I went shopping, I asked to see the 
manageress. "Well, Pam." she said, "What did Wendy say?"

She was delighted to hear that Wendy was to be the 
Princess, and went to tell all the women. When she 
returned she told me that the girls had elected one of 
them called Debbie to be the Princess's Lady in Waiting. 

"This means that she will look after Wendy and make her 
costume." Clare told me. She pressed a button on her 
telephone and said, "Send in Debbie, please."

Debbie was a woman of about thirty, small and neat. 
"Debbie," said Clare. "May I introduce our Princess's 
mother?"

Debbie was delighted to hear that she was to be Wendy's 
attendant and made an arrangement to visit us that 
evening. Since the crowning was to be in seven days, 
there was no time to be lost in making the costume. When 
Debbie arrived, as agreed I went out for a couple of 
hours so they could agree on the costume and Debbie 
could take Wendy's measurements. 

When I returned, Debbie had gone. Wendy flatly refused 
to tell me the details of the outfit. "You will see it 
on the night," she said. During the next week, every 
time I went shopping, the checkout girls thanked me for 
letting Wendy be their princess. I felt the atmosphere 
heating up as the great day approached. I still did not 
know what the Princess's costume was to be, as Debbie 
and Wendy kept it secret! I received my invitation. As 
the Princess's mother, I was to be an honoured guest and 
sit with Clare, the manageress.

When the great night came, Wendy went off first with 
Debbie, who carried a costume well wrapped up. The 
Princess was to be robed in her own bedroom at the hotel 
where the function was to be held. Wendy came to kiss me 
goodbye. "The next time you see me, I will be wearing 
the costume," She said. "I hope you will like me in it." 
And she kissed me on the mouth. 

I saw Debbie watching and her smile told me she fully 
approved of our mother/daughter kiss. They went off in a 
taxi and I went to dress and made my way to the hotel.

The party was to be held in a big function room. I found 
it and went in. Immediately, one of the checkout women I 
knew came to me and welcomed me. As she took me to my 
table, the women stood and clapped as I went past. She 
brought me to a table just below the stage, where Clare 
was sitting. I noticed after I sat down there were still 
two vacant places. 

Everyone looked very nice, dressed in long evening 
dresses. Not at all like the overalls of the working 
day. Clare thanked me profusely, telling me that I was 
not to worry about the evening. She told me that the 
women were out to enjoy themselves but that she, Clare 
would make sure things did not get out of hand. She said 
that Wendy and Debbie would be joining us for dinner 
after the crowning ceremony. The stage curtains were 
drawn shut, so I realised that the ceremony would be 
taking place there. 

I heard footsteps behind the curtain and muffled voices. 
Debbie appeared beside us, "Clare, we are ready for you 
now," said Debbie "Hello, Pam, I do hope you will be 
pleased with the way Wendy looks. She will be 
sensational."

Clare and Debbie left us and a moment later there was 
the sound of a fanfare and the room lights died. The 
curtains swept back. On the stage in a brilliant pool of 
light was a throne. On the throne was my daughter. She 
was wearing a cape of dark blue satin. Clare and Debbie 
stood on either side. Clare spoke, "Welcome everyone to 
the annual crowning of the Princess. I would like you 
all of you to applaud Pam and Wendy for agreeing to 
attend." 

There was widespread clapping and a few cheers.

"And now I have pleasure in crowning Princess Wendy." 
Clare placed a jewelled tiara on my daughter's head. I 
felt so proud to see my lovely girl standing there 
bathed in the glow of the women's applause. Clare and 
Debbie then each took one of the Princess's hands and 
brought her to the edge of the stage. 

The audience left their seats and clustered as close as 
they could to the place where the three women stood. I 
saw Clare and Debbie each take hold of the margin of the 
cape, and they pulled it off her. Wendy stood there, 
looking for all the world like a true princess. But 
Diana had never looked like this. The dress was made of 
a heavy material, which flowed down her body. But it 
revealed more than it concealed. Wendy's beautiful 
breasts were completely bare! She stood proudly in a 
spotlight with all those women going mad with delight. 

I was so proud of her. Gradually the applause died down 
and Clare and Debbie brought the Princess down to our 
table. I congratulated Debbie on the costume. I noticed 
Clare could not keep her eyes off the delightful 16-
year-old breast flesh so artfully displayed. I knew from 
the puffy state of my daughter's nipples that she was 
already quite stimulated.

Dinner was served. It passed in a hubbub of excitement 
as several of the checkout women came by to compliment 
Wendy and thank me for allowing her to be there. After 
dinner there was dancing. Clare and Wendy led it off by 
dancing together. They looked good together, the tall 
brown haired manageress holding the blonde princess with 
the bare breasts. 

Clare held Wendy tight in her arms and every so often 
they exchanged a sweet kiss. Most of the other women 
also danced but Clare and Wendy held the eye. I danced 
with little Debbie and listened as she told me about how 
much she had enjoyed looking after Wendy and making the 
dress. Debbie told me she had loved preparing my 
daughter's body for the evening's fun, She had worked on 
her breasts with powder and rouge, and she told me there 
was another surprise for me later. 

I saw that every so often another woman would tap 
Wendy's partner on the shoulder and take the Princess 
into her own arms. Clare and I sat together watching the 
dancers. I knew my daughter was enjoying the dancing as 
I saw the women kissing her and some were so bold as to 
caress the Princess' offered breasts. 

"Are you happy, Pam?" asked Clare. "I knew Wendy would 
be the centre of attention." 

I replied that it was a shame the evening had to end. 
Clare gave me an enigmatic look.

While we sat enjoying the spectacle, I noticed that 
several women came and whispered in Clare's ear. Just 
after yet another had come over to us, Clare spoke up. 
"Pam, sometimes at these parties, if we have an 
exceptionally exciting princess, if she agrees, we carry 
on with another stage of the entertainment. Those women 
who you saw talking to me have asked if we could do this 
tonight." I was all ears, it sounded exciting. "Would 
you let the women pay homage to their Princess in a 
really passionate way?"

I replied that it seemed only right to allow them 
freedom to do whatever they wanted, but that Wendy must 
agree. Clare thanked me and asked Debbie to take Wendy 
backstage again, tell her about the plan and get her 
ready. I waited eagerly for whatever was to happen.

Again Debbie appeared beside Clare. "Wendy has agreed 
and is ready now," she said to us. 

Again Clare went up onto the stage and again the room 
lights went down. The curtains opened and all was the 
same as before, with Wendy on the throne in her cloak. 
The same except that in the silence I could have heard a 
pin drop. Everyone seemed to be holding their breath. 
The room was full of sexual promise. The three women 
came forward as before. 

Clare announced, "Tonight, ladies, there will be further 
entertainment. You are invited to pay homage to your 
Princess," and the cape was swept off revealing my 
daughter totally naked. Her lovely body was displayed 
for all the women to see and lust over. Her sweet 
smiling face, her strong shoulders and arms, her high 
set breasts and the flat belly. 

To my surprise I saw that her blonde fur had been 
entirely removed. So that was what Debbie had meant, she 
had shaven my girl's vulva! Her long strong legs 
completed the picture. Music started and the women went 
mad as Clare used a dance to show the audience the full 
delights of their Princess. 

As she twirled my girl around, I saw that Debbie was 
reorganising the room. The chairs were arranged in a 
circle around a pile of satin cushions. Some sort of 
exhibition was obviously being planned, as the 
encircling chairs were only inches from the cushions. 
The women tore themselves away from the delights on 
stage and sat waiting the next part of the 
entertainment. One of them kindly made sure I had a 
chair in the circle too. 

All the lights went out and we sat in total darkness. I 
heard rustling and light footsteps. Then one brilliant 
light went on shining directly down onto the cushions. 
Wendy was spread out on her back, stark naked with her 
body completely available to all. Her shaven cunt looked 
especially inviting, with the spotlight glistening off 
its moisture. 

Clare's voice said, "Would the first two ladies step 
forward." 

I saw Debbie and another girl come into the light. 

"Make homage to your Princess!" said the firm voice. 

Debbie and the other woman dropped to their knees beside 
my outstretched naked daughter and began to make 
passionate love to her. Debbie kissed her mouth and felt 
her breasts while her friend took the proffered cunt 
with her hungry mouth. So started a continuous session 
of protracted fucking. 

Wendy was taken by over twenty women that night. Some of 
them dropped the tops of their dresses, the better to 
use their own breasts to stimulate those of the 
Princess. One large breasted woman used her long nipple 
to stimulate my daughter's erect clit. Each pair were 
given ample time to procure the multiple orgasms which 
wracked their princess's lovely body. 

Every climax was applauded by the audience. Debbie had 
the honour of bringing on the first come with her tongue 
deep inside my daughter's vagina. Wendy's cunt-juice was 
drunk that evening by all the women in turn, but she 
still stained the cushions. Twenty hungry mouths 
stimulated her breasts; the owners of each I now 
realised had lusted after her so often in the shop. 
Every so often, the woman currently fucking her looked 
up and mouthed a thank you to me before bending once 
more to further ravage their naked Princess. 

Eventually about three in the morning everyone was 
exhausted. Wendy lay gasping on her cushions, her 
wonderful body streaked with girl-come. Her nipples were 
puffed up and lightly scarred where the lustful women 
had bitten. Her cunt lay open, literally dripping with 
her adoring subjects' saliva and her own cunt-juice. The 
wide smile on her pretty face confirmed that she had 
enjoyed every minute.

Gradually, the women reluctantly filed out as Debbie, 
Clare and I helped Wendy to dress. Clare, who alone had 
not fucked the Princess offered to drive us home. We 
again thanked Debbie for her work and said good night. 

I invited Clare to come in and over coffee we discussed 
the evening. Clare was so pleased. "I get so few chances 
to give those women what they really want." 

Wendy had fully recovered and shyly asked Clare why she 
had not joined in. 

Clare answered, "Darling, I was so excited to see all my 
colleagues enjoying your body that I missed my chance." 

"Mum, dear," said Wendy "do you think that is fair? 
Couldn't Clare stay with us tonight?"

So it was that we all went to my big bed together. I had 
the honour of seeing the elegant manageress have the 
fuck she so badly needed. The unselfish woman gave my 
darling multiple orgasms. Clare started by finger 
fucking Wendy. Then she did her with her lovely mouth 
deep in the darling's pussy, finishing up with a 
passionate strap-on fuck, which again sent my daughter 
over the edge. 

We three slept together with Wendy sandwiched between us 
plugged deeply from the back by Clare's plastic shaft. I 
fell asleep with my breasts against hers and our mouths 
enjoying passionate kisses.

Now each time we go to the supermarket, I am conscious 
of all the eyes following my daughter around the store. 
I realise the women's lust is still rampant as they 
fantasise that they are still in that hotel room, with 
their beautiful Princess naked in their arms and the 
taste of her cunt-juice on their thirsty tongues.

THE END

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