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Girlie Girl's Shopping Spree

By: BabyGirlPrecious



My Sweet Fuck, Henry, announced it was time for a shopping spree...as if I really needed anything new. He gave me my own Visa card and said, "Girlie Girl, it is time for a new photo shoot!  The sky's the limit, Sweetie. I want to see you in new clothes, new lingerie, and new shoes. And when you get home, I want you try on your new duds in front of the camera, and I will watch from my computer while you change! Do this just for me?" 

I pouted with my lips. Henry looked at me and melted.

"Well, of course, for the Men, too. I want all of them to see you in your glory."

I smiled big for him, excited at the prospect of donating everything in my closet to the women's shelter. Henry spoils me so much that I donate clothes just about every six months. My closet will simply not hold all of his gifts, so I must recycle regularly.

"You know I buy most of my lingerie online, and it's very expensive, Henry."

"I want you in only the very finest, Girlie Girl. Nothing is too good for you – remember that."

I threw my arms around his neck and planted kisses all over his face. His hands slipped into my short shorts, and he played with my alabaster ass. He sucked my big titties while he played, and his fingers strayed to my wet and swollen cunt. Very slowly and deliberately, Sweet Fuck inserted his index finger into my cunt, swirled it around and around, only to withdraw it and slip it in his mouth.

"Yummy!" he exclaimed. "You have the finest cunt juices I've ever tasted, Girlie Girl. Thank you for letting me have access to your nectar."

"Oh, Henry! Sweetie, you know you're welcome anytime! You're so very good to me, how could I ever tell you 'no'?"

I kissed him on the mouth and looked in his eyes.

He wanted something more.

"What is it, my Henry? What else would you like?"

"Please go to your bed, Girlie Girl. I want to pull down your shorts and put you on your knees."

I knew he couldn't fuck. I was curious why he would want me on my knees. I hated to see him frustrated when his dick would not get hard.

"Oh, no, Girlie Girl. Not fucking...though I wish I could, just once, feel the inside of your Precious cunt with my hard cock. But that's not to be. I want to taste your ass – to rim your little button with my tongue and insert it in you while I finger your cunt and clit."

My smile grew from ear to ear! How lovely, in the middle of the morning, to know he wanted to taste me in this new way. 

"Marie out of town, Henry? Do you have enough time?"

"Marie is at the grocery store this morning, Girlie Girl. She wanted me to come with her, and I told her I did not care to tag along while she shopped. She kind of left in a huff...but that's not for you to worry about!  I've been dreaming of tasting your ass for months now, and cannot get it out of my mind."

"Ohhh, Henry! You know you're welcome to do what you like with me. I'm so happy that you want to do this!"

I sashayed through the kitchen, exaggerating the sway of my hips because I know he loves that, and got up on my knees on my king-sized bed. Henry followed behind me into the bedroom, slipped my sandals off my feet, and pulled my shorts down. He lifted one leg at a time to take my shorts off. I spread my thighs open and laid my head on a pillow.

Sweet Fuck spread my cunt lips and tongue-fucked Precious first, then clamped his lips onto my clit and sucked ever so softly until exploded in orgasmic pleasure. He used his tongue to lap up my juices, and licked from my cunt to the top of my ass crack and back down to my rosebud. He swirled his tongue, darting it in and out of my asshole very quickly. I was sure he had been practicing , somehow, because he knew exactly how to bring me to new heights and make me beg for more and more and more of his tongue. He spread his hands on my ass cheeks, and lightly stroked. We moaned together, for different reasons. I loved the expertise of his tongue and lips. He loved the freedom to explore me further, without limitations.

I came very hard a second time and collapsed on the bed. Sweet Fuck lay beside me and held me in his arms.

"Rest here a little while, Girlie Girl. Rest, and then go shopping! I cannot wait to see you in all your new things!"

When I awoke, Sweet Fuck was gone. I brushed out my long hair and dressed, touching up my make-up before I left.

My first stop was my favorite shoe store. I knew the manager very, very well. I eagerly looked forward to his special method of helping me into my shoes, running his hands up my legs and sliding his finger into my panties. If no one else was in the store, he would lead me to a chair with my back to the big mall window, pull my panties to the side and suck my clit. It really was first class treatment all the way! No wonder this was my first stop.

When I walked in, a new clerk approached me. "May I help you, Miss?"

I smiled brightly. "Um, yes. Is Eric here? Eric always helps me. I am tossing out all my shoes and buying new ones for the season." No clit sucking today. Shit. Not with this clerk here.

"I'm very sorry, Miss. Eric is on vacation in Switzerland. I am the assistant manager. May I help you?"

I hesitated. I wanted to shrug my shoulders and walk out of the store. I mean, after all, buying shoes was one thing. But buying shoes from Eric – now, that was an adventure!

"I don't know," and I looked at his nameplate, Richard. "Um, May I call you Richard?

He nodded.  

"Eric knows me so well. I hate for him to lose the commission. And he has the most incredible way of slipping shoes onto my feet. I feel so very good when I leave the store."

"Then you must be Girlie Girl. Am I right?" Richard asked.

"Yes! How did you know?"

"Eric told me to be on the lookout for you...said you might come by, and that you are his very favorite customer. Please," Richard added, "let me take you into my private sizing room in the back. Justin can hold down the fort out here in the front. You certainly deserve a lot of attention."

"Oh! How very kind of you! Thank you. And you have a private sizing room? I did not know that. Yes, a lot of attention. That's what I usually get. I am most comfortable with a great deal of attention."

Richard led me into the private sizing room. It was equipped with a cloth recliner and a clerk's stool. A lamp on a side table gave a lovely glow to the small room. I sat in the recliner. Richard asked me to stand so he could measure my feet. Then he adjusted the chair so that I was almost completely reclined, with my feet extended at the end.

There was a sign on the wall, Liberate Your Johnson, and as soon as I was relaxed, that's exactly what Richard did. He pulled his huge cock from his pants and let it dangle in front of me.

"I am going to step into the stock room for a moment and collect one of each of our newest line of heels, flats and sandals. And may I call you Girlie Girl...or do you prefer 'Miss'?"

"Please! Call me Girlie Girl. All the men do. And Richard – before you leave me here all alone and wanting, please let me suck your wonderful cock for a few moments. I must taste it.

He took one step toward me and his cock was at my lips. I sucked and licked and tasted and moaned. He was so very good. I tasted the pre-cum, and knew he would be shooting his load down my throat very soon.

Richard left the room and I closed my eyes. I did not realize how tired I was from the morning's activities with Henry – and I fell asleep.

I was having the most incredible dream. My titties were being sucked, and I awoke gradually, knowing that my cunt was swollen and dripping wet. Richard had opened my blouse to expose my luscious titties, and apparently could not resist. His lips were slowly kneading my nipples while his tongue licked the tips. He heard my sigh.

"Oh, Girlie Girl! You have the most fabulous titties. Eric never stopped talking about them, and I thought he was just boasting. But it's true! He could not put into words how wonderful they are! I had to suck! I had to!"

"Please," I said softly. "There's no need to explain or apologize. That's why I have them, to entertain all you men! Help yourself, all you like!"

"But...I'm supposed to be catering to your needs, Girlie Girl. Instead, you are catering to mine!"

"Then, let's be kind to one another, shall we?" I asked. "And let's cater to each other."

Richard stopped sucking my titties for a moment, long enough to slide his hand up my skirt and undo my garters. He slowly pulled my nylons down my legs, one at a time, and off the ends of my toes.

"Girlie Girl! Girlie Girl! Your toes are so beautiful. I must suck them. I must fuck them. May I cum on your toes, please!"

I nodded and smiled brightly.

Richard brought two wet, warm towels to wash my feet. He massaged them. He played with them. He brought out a camera and shot photos of them, with his tongue planted between each toe. While he sucked my toes, his slid his fingers into my panties and played with my Precious cunt. Then he sucked and kissed my clit, and alternated by sucking my toes. His cock was so ripe and so hard that pre-cum dripped incessantly along my legs.

"Really, Richard. You must let me suck you off and taste your load of cum in my mouth!"

"Only if you promise to let me fuck you Girlie Girl style. Eric told me all about it. He swears you have the finest alabaster ass, with the firmest cheeks. I must spread them. I must feel them in my hands. May I shoot photos, too?"

"Why, yes. Of course...but no sharing, Richard. You must give me the photo chip, and I will email you copies."

"Oh, I wouldn't, Girlie Girl! May I keep a shot of my mouth on your toes? I want to carry it in my billfold, and show only to Eric –would that be acceptable? I must let him know that you were here and that I treated you with the utmost care and consideration."

Richard leaned into me and I sucked his cock and licked his balls. He moaned and swayed and fucked my mouth. He held my head in his hands while he fucked, and finally shot into my throat and I swallowed, gratefully.

He stepped away from me for a moment and I squiggled out of all my clothes except my crotchless panties. "Now, "I said...let me try on some heels, and you start shooting photos. And when you recover sufficiently, fuck me Girlie Girl style through my panties."

Well, Richard shot photos for an hour. I posed in five-inch heels, four-inch sling-backs, flats and sandals in a variety of materials and colors. Mostly, he shot photos of my feet and toes – however, he did manage several of his cock in my willing cunt. 

I chose about thirty-five pairs of shoes, handed Richard my Visa, and Justin loaded them in my Z-4 passenger seat and small trunk. 

When Justin came back in the store, I tried to put a tip into his shirt pocket. Instead, he clasped my hands together and asked if he might suck my big titties in the sizing room. "That would be better than any amount of money you could slip into my palm," he said, hopefully.

Well, I gladly and cheerfully accommodated his humble request. Justin sucked my big titties like a starving boy. We stayed in the sizing room a little over an hour, fucking like newlyweds, while Richard waited on customers. 

I really, really love shopping!

Girlie Girl's Shopping Spree Ch. 02



I spent the entire morning at my favorite shoe store, and my Z4 was filled to the brim. I had to empty my car before I could continue shopping, so I drove back to my apartment, hoping I would see Henry again. I wanted him to see all my boxes of shoes, and – yes, I admit, even after all the fucking at the shoe store – I was horny for his fingers and mouth. Another romp in my big bed and a couple more orgasms would give me the energy and enthusiasm for my next buying jag.

I had to make five trips from my car to get every box of shoes into my apartment. Henry was nowhere in sight, and the light on the videocam from my bedroom to his computer room was off, so I knew he was not home. Darn! Hmmmmm. One o'clock, and all was quiet. I really wanted that jump start. Cunt juices dripped down my thigh. I don't usually ever have to wait very long when I want to fuck. Somehow the signals just go out to the Universe. I've been very fortunate that way.

And then I heard a soft knock at the door. I stood in the middle of my living room, both arms loaded with shoe bags, and Officer Perkins walked in.

His smile sent my lust-o-meter into the red zone, but it was the big bulge in his uniform that made me drop my bags and lift my little skirt.

"Oh, Girlie Girl!" he whispered, as he stepped forward. "I was hoping I would catch you home today! I need the taste of your wet cunt on my tongue, and to fill you with my hard cock. Show me your big titties, Sweetheart!"

I was down to my open-nipple bra and matching silk panties in less than ten seconds.

"Don't take anything else off, Girlie Girl. Allow me." And he lifted me into the air and carried me to my big bed, his fingers playing softly with my clit. He propped my head and shoulders on all the pillows and spread my legs wide. "I want you to watch me tongue-fuck your Precious cunt. And here," he said, handing me the camera, "start shooting. Get plenty of shots with my tongue in Precious."

I was already coming hard when he pulled my panties to the side and inserted his finger. I screamed and moaned and rolled and bucked on his hands. I forgot about the camera. I forgot about shopping. My cunt spasmed and grasped his finger, holding on tight. He chuckled softly.

"I love to watch you cum, Girlie Girl. And I love to make you cum." He held me in his arms and softly sucked my big nipples, kissing my mouth and neck, while my body settled down.

When my breathing was somewhat normal, he handed me the camera again, and said, "Now, this time, Sweetie, pay attention."

Officer Perkins pulled his hard cock from his pants, slid down my body and spread my legs again, pulled my panties to the side, slowly spread my cunt lips, and proceeded to tongue-fuck Precious. I shot photos from as many angles as I could, propped up on the pillows. Several times he looked straight into the camera, his tongue poised at the tip of my clit, or inserted deep in my cunt. He softly sucked my clit until I came again. I wrapped my legs around his neck and held him captive with my thighs.

(I would love to have a photo of Precious squirting into his mouth. He is a hungry, hungry man!)

He turned me over onto my stomach, and put me on my knees – my face on the pillows and my ass in the air. He fucked me Girlie Girl style, my favorite fucking position, and I loved every moment of his hard cock sliding in and out, furiously pounding my cunt, his hands all over my ass. He spread my ass cheeks and rimmed my rosebud, and we came together this time. He collapsed on me, pulled me into his stomach and we lay on our sides in spoons. He did not pull his cock out. We slept for about fifteen minutes, exhausted...and then awoke refreshed.

"You know I hate to fuck and run, Girlie Girl. But I gotta get back on patrol."

"Oh! And I have to finish shopping, too!" I said. "I'm modeling new clothes for Henry tomorrow for most of the day."

Officer Perkins grinned down at me. "Tell Henry me and the fellas want to see some great shots from his – "

But I interrupted him. "Oh, Henry's not shooting with the camera," I said. "He's going to shoot it all on video, Sweetie."

He wiped his brow and zipped his fly. "That's even better, Girlie Girl." He bent down and kissed me good-bye. "Can't wait to see it. And send those photos from today to my email, please. I'd love to see them before I go to sleep tonight."

Officer Perkins left and I stepped into the shower to prepare for the next leg of my shopping trip.

Neiman Marcus was only mildly busy, so I had the spotlight from my regular saleswomen. Not only would I spend a small fortune in their store, Henry had instructed me, very specifically, to generously tip them for their time and attention. I purchased several Nanette Lepore strapless mini dresses, in several styles. Mini, so the men could have easy access to Precious and my alabaster ass, and strapless for easy access to my big titties. Everything I wear has playing and fucking in mind. And there was a Tadashi organza bottom silk ball gown that I had to have. Strapless, of course. I found a very low-back, v-neck, evening frock with lots of lace. The back was so low it came to the top of the crack of my ass, and the v-neck was so low in front that I would not be wearing a bra.

The more I shopped, the more delighted and friendly the saleswomen became. They fluttered around me, primping me, adjusting, assisting. Two of them walked in while I was completely undressed from trying on the evening frock. I was standing in the dressing room wearing only my heels, and they giggled. Marsha whispered softly in my ear and asked if she could suck my big titties while Nancy fingered my cunt and sucked my clit. 

"Oh!" I said. "I would be so delighted! You've never given me this service before!"

"Well, we reserve the right to pick and choose. And you've been so very, very generous with us today. My boyfriend, Sam, said he would love to see you and I together. He's been at your apartment in the middle of the night several times. He is a fireman. I've learned so much about how to keep him satisfied – as well as how to get what I want from him! -- from all the stories he has told me about you. At first I was jealous, but now I'm just so grateful that you have always been available to him."

She encouraged me to lie down on the chaise, and began slowly sucking and kissing my titties.

"And available to all the others, too," Nancy chimed in, while she spread my cunt lips and inserted her tongue. "I have three boyfriends who visit your place, too. And our sex life has improved ten-fold since they've been coming to you. Alvin is so much more attentive and interested in satisfying me, and does not mind at all when Fred and John show up to share me. I don't know how you instruct them, but please don't stop. I don't mind sharing them with you at all."

She softly sucked my clit until I came hard in her mouth. Marsha kissed me on the mouth with her tongue because I was moaning so loudly. Not only had I forgotten I was shopping in a department store – shit, I was being tongue-fucked in Neiman Marcus!

I pulled my camera from my purse. "Do you mind if I shoot photos of your tongue in my cunt?" 

Nancy drew back a little, hesitant. 

"Oh, I won't show your face, Nancy. Just your lips. And if you would like to expose your titties, I will shoot those, too. Would you mind adding more lipstick, pretty please? I'd like your mouth to be exceptionally provocative."

The women had no problem posing for me and with me. Then Marsha asked me to get on my knees on the chaise, and she placed her manicured, polished fingernails and hands on my ass, one finger in my cunt, while Nancy shot photos. They also placed their collective titties on my ass. I could hear the buzz and click of the camera as they released their inhibitions. They became more creative with each shot.

Sometimes it takes just a little encouragement to help others find their naturally free spirits. I invited Nancy and Marsha to my place, with or without their boyfriends, for some extended fun time. They hugged one another, and then me, jumping up and down with excitement.

They loaded up my arms, and theirs, with all my shopping bags, and together we walked out of the store to my car. 

Well, my shopping was finished. All I had left to do was order my lingerie online. The Touchable quarter-cup bras were made to order, and -- along with the La Perla panties, and Montaigne gowns and negligee's -- even with Federal Express shipment, would not be delivered for two to three weeks. That would have to be a completely separate modeling show for Henry, which I was certain he would appreciate and enjoy.