-------------------------------------------------------- P A M B E N N E T T E R O T I C S T O R I E S This work is copyrighted to the author © 2001. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Supermarket Sweep (FF, exh, inc) by Pam Bennett (pam@mrdouble.com) *** 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 Please feel free to Email me at pam@mrdouble.com to tell me if you like my stories.