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                              The Shopping Trip
   
   
        One  afternoon not long after lunch, I called home to tell Monica 
   that  I  was  going to take her to a nearby city for some shopping.  I 
   told  her  to  dress in the black dress with her black garter belt and 
   stockings  and  that I would pick her up around 3:30.  When she got in 
   the  car  and  assumed  the  position I had trained her to assume when 
   getting  in  automobiles  I  saw  that  she had worn the black panties 
   which match the garter belt.
        "Those  panties  will have to go, Monica...but you can leave them 
   on for a while I suppose if you like."
        "I'm  sorry,  MASTER,  you  didn't  say  whether  to wear them or 
   not...but  of  course  if  you like I'll take them off right now!  Did 
   you want me to wear the bra?"
        "No...did you wear it too?", I asked with disappointment.
        "No,  you know I don't like to wear bra's much unless you request 
   that  I  do..I  left it off.  Here, let me take these panties off too, 
   they'll  only  get  soaked  anyway."   She slid the tiny black panties 
   down her pretty legs and began to place them in her purse.
        "Here,  let  me  have them", I said, reaching out for them.  When 
   she  gave  them  to  me I pressed them to my nose to smell her juices.  
   The  crotch  was already quite damp and they smelled wonderful.  I put 
   the  panties  in  my  coat  pocket.  "I'll just keep these, thanks", I 
   said smiling.
        It  was  a  rather long drive to the mall to which we were going, 
   and  as  usual  I enjoyed fingering Monica's pussy along the way.  She 
   learned  long  ago  to always bring a towel to sit on when we go for a 
   ride.   With  some  women that might not be necessary...with Monica it 
   always  is.  She returned the favor, of course, and was just finishing 
   with  my  cock  when  we  turned  into the parking lot of the mall.  I 
   lifted  her  head  from my lap and told her to brush her hair and wipe 
   the cum off her chin.
        "Anything  in  particular  we  are  shopping  for,  MASTER?", she 
   asked.
        "Well,  I  want to take you to Victoria's Secret and look at some 
   lingerie  for  you.   You've been pretty hard on your stockings lately 
   and  the  order  we  placed  with Fogal hasn't come yet.  I thought we 
   might  find  a new garter belt or two also.  I'd like to buy you a new 
   bikini  bathing  suit now that your cunt hair is trimmed as it is. You 
   can  wear  a  much  smaller  one than you did last year.  Anything you 
   know of that we need?"
        "You  asked  me  to remind you to buy a new jar of ky jelly...you 
   said  the jar we got last week was almost empty..do you want to get it 
   here?"
        "Yes,  thank  you...I'll let you get that from the drug store for 
   us.   Oh,  and  buy  some rubbers too.  We don't need them, but I like 
   for  you to buy them.  Get one of the big boxes.  Come to think of it, 
   get a new enema bag and a copy of Penthouse for me too."
        "Yes,  MASTER."   I  glanced over at her and saw the smile on her 
   face.   She was beginning to see that this was going to be a memorable 
   shopping trip.
        We  entered  the  mall and immediately inside the door we entered 
   was  the  shoe  department  of  one  of  the  larger  chain department 
   stores.   The  clerk  who  seemed to be on duty was a handsome looking 
   young  guy in his mid twenties.  I figured him to be a college kid who 
   was  working  in  the  shoe department part time.  He looked at us and 
   smiled,  his eyes roaming over Monica in her black dress.  Hooking her 
   arm I steered her over to a display of high heels.
        "Lets  let you try on some shoes, Monica.  These seem to be along 
   the  lines  of  the ones we like, and I'm sure the young salesman will 
   be happy to let you try some on."
        We  picked  out a pair of black pumps with a relatively high heel 
   and  Monica sat down in one of the chairs as the young man went to get 
   her  size.   I walked around looking at some of the other shoes on the 
   wall  across  from  where  she  sat.  Looking back at her I smiled and 
   gave   her   the  hand  signal  which  directed  her  to  change  from 
   restrictive   positioning   of   her  body  and  clothing  to  relaxed 
   positioning.   I  also  gave her the signal that told her to raise her 
   skirt.
        When  the  young shoe salesman came back he was greeted by a very 
   pretty  pair  of  crossed  legs  in black stockings and a skirt raised 
   high  enough that the band at the top of her stockings was just barely 
   visible  along the sides of her legs.  He sat on the bench in front of 
   her  and  took her foot in her hand and placed one of the shoes on her 
   foot.   Monica  held  her  leg  just  a  bit  higher  than  was really 
   necessary,  allowing  him  a  view  which  went  above the tops of her 
   stockings.   Placing  that  foot  on the floor, she held out the other 
   one,  raising  her  leg  even  higher this time, and very nonchalantly 
   letting  her legs part as she did.  Looking over his shoulder, I could 
   see  that  he  had  an  unobstructed  view  of her naked and partially 
   shaved  pussy.   I watched him squirm rather awkwardly on the stool as 
   he  took much longer in putting this shoe on than it should have taken 
   him.
        After  he  had  put  the  other  shoe  on, Monica rose and walked 
   around  slowly  in  them,  turning  around  in front of the mirror and 
   letting  her  dress  swirl  sexily as she did.  Walking over to me she 
   asked, "Are these high enough, dear?"
        "Turn  around,  Monica  and  let  me  see  from the back.  That's 
   it....your  dress  is too long for me to really tell....lift it just a 
   bit for me in the back...yes, thats better..well..."
        "I'll  be  happy  to  try on another pair if you don't like these 
   dear!   I  love  trying  on  shoes!  Why, I could try on shoes all day 
   long with a nice salesman like this one!", she purred.
        There  was  little doubt, judging by the bulge in the young man's 
   pants, that he would love for her to try them on all day too.
        "Yes,  I  know  you'd love that, Monica, but we really don't have 
   all  day.   Perhaps  if  this  young man is working tomorrow you could 
   come back and try on some more shoes while I'm at work."
        "I'll...ahem,    cough,    yessss...I'll    be    here   tomorrow 
   afternoon...not  in  the  morning though...come tomorrow afternoon and 
   I'll help you try on all the shoes you like!", he said excitedly.
        "We'll  consider  that then, we really must move along now.  Lets 
   not get these right now, dear", I said impatiently.
        Sitting  back  down  to allow the man to remove the shoes, Monica 
   raised  her skirt much higher than necessary.  She looked quickly from 
   side  to  side  to see if anyone was watching and then slid it up over 
   the  tops of her stockings.  Then she smiled a sweet and sexy smile at 
   him  and said, "I hope you understand...it really wasn't that I didn't 
   see anything I liked."
        "Noooo,  of  course  not...please  don't concern yourself.  I get 
   paid  for  letting  people  try on shoes, and believe me...its usually 
   not  the  pleasure  this  has  been.   Please  do  come back tomorrow, 
   perhaps  I'll  be  able to help you `put your hands on something' that 
   will really please you then", he smiled broadly.
        Monica  just  smiled  and  touched his cheek gently as she turned 
   and  walked  away  beside  me.   After  we had walked a few steps  she 
   turned  her head and winked at him as he stood shaking his head slowly 
   from  side  to  side.   He'd  never  see  her again, but he would sure 
   remember her for a long time.
        Just  inside  the  mall entrance to the department store were the 
   restrooms,  and I stopped Monica as we neared the entrance to them.  I 
   reached  in  my  pocket and handed her a set of ben waa balls and told 
   her  to go in the ladies room and insert them in her vagina.  I wanted 
   her  to  feel  them  moving  around  inside  her  as  we completed our 
   shopping.
        While  I  waited  for  her, I walked over to the edge of the wide 
   walkway  that looked down on the lower section of the mall.  There was 
   a  sitting area just below and there was a group of older teenage boys 
   and   girls   sitting  there  talking  and  laughing.   They  were  an 
   attractive  bunch,  and  pleasant  to  watch  as I waited for Monica's 
   return.   When  she  joined  me  at  the railing, I had her stand very 
   close  to  it and look down at them.  I had an idea that they would be 
   able to see up her dress from their vantage point.
        Sure  enough  we  had  only  been  standing there for a couple of 
   minutes  when  the  guys  started whispering among themselves and then 
   glancing up at us much more regularly.
        "Those  young  guys  are looking up your dress, Monica.  I wonder 
   if  they  can tell you don't have any panties on?  Think they can tell 
   you  have  ben  waa  balls  in  your cunt?   Look at the blonde headed 
   kid...nice  body,  huh?   Bet  you'd  like to see what he's got in his 
   jeans,  wouldn't you?  The guy next to him doesn't look so bad either, 
   nor  the  other  one.  Maybe I should let all three of them spend some 
   time  with you...It would be fun to watch three young guys use you for 
   a while.  Do you like exposing your naked pussy to them?"
        Monica  blushed  at my words and whispered hotly, "Yesss, MASTER, 
   I  do enjoying exposing myself to them.  And they are talking about me 
   to each other too, I can tell they are."
        "Well,  its a shame to end their show, but we do have shopping to 
   do.   Maybe  we'll  run  into them later on.  Come along now."  Taking 
   her  by  the  arm  I  led  her  away  and  down the walkway toward the 
   lingerie  store  at  the  other  end of the mall.  I could tell by the 
   expression  on  her face that the ben waa balls and the teasing in the 
   shoe  store  and  at  the  railing  was  beginning to have its desired 
   effect on her.
        Once  in  the  lingerie  shop we browsed around for a good while, 
   both  of  us  finding  things  which  it  would be fun to buy for her.  
   There  was  an  attractive young sales girl on duty who did a good job 
   of trying to be helpful without being heavy on the sales pitch.
        "I  like  to  see her wear bra's around the house", I said to the 
   young  girl, "but I usually prefer for her not to wear bra's under her 
   clothing.   She  has rather small breasts and doesn't need to wear one 
   often  anyway.  Except that her nipples do get...well, they have a way 
   of showing through some things, if you know what I mean."
        The  girl smiled a rather tight smile and replied that she did in 
   fact  know  what  I  meant.  Holding up a pair of panties that were so 
   skimpy  they were nearly non-existent, Monica said very seriously, "Do 
   you have any panties in this same color that are smaller than these?"
        "You mean a smaller size?", the young girl asked.
        "No, I mean that don't cover so much up", Monica replied.
        "You  see  dear,  most  of  her hair...well, her hair down there, 
   that  is...most  of  it has been removed, and so she doesn't need much 
   in  the  way of panties."  Turning to Monica I said, "Those really are 
   a  lovely  color,  Monica.   I'd  like  them  alot  if they weren't so 
   conservative looking."
        The  young  salesgirl was blushing now and it was obvious that we 
   were not her normal run of the mill customers.
        Monica  addressed  her once more.  "You know, I realize that some 
   women  don't  like  panties like these because they have a tendency of 
   working  up  into  you, but I guess thats one reason that I like them.  
   I think it feels really good when they do that, don't you?"
        The  girl  was  really  at a loss for words.  I walked toward the 
   other  side  of  the  store  to help ease her embarassment just a bit.  
   Still  close  enough to hear the conversation between the two of them, 
   I  heard the girl ask Monica quietly, "Do you really have most of your 
   hair trimmed off...down there?"
        "Yes,  I  do.   My MAST..er, well, my husband did that for me one 
   night.   He said it would make me more pleasant to kiss there after he 
   did  it.  And so far noone has complained, and quite a few people have 
   complimented me on it."
        "You  say  everything so calmly, just like its not unusual at all 
   for  people  to compliment you on having your private place shaved!  I 
   wish  I  could  feel  as  free  as  you do to do things like that.  It 
   excites me to hear you talk about it all!"
        "Monica  handed  her  one of my business cards from her purse and 
   smiling,  said  to her, "Here...why don't you call me sometime.  We'll 
   get  together and maybe we can be friends.  I'd love to help you learn 
   to be more free and to feel good about yourself."
        Before  the  girl  could  answer, I called to Monica, telling her 
   that  is  was  time for us to be moving along.  We thanked her for her 
   help,  and  Monica  reminded  the  girl  to call her at any time as we 
   walked from the shop.
        "That  girl  has  some real potential", Monica said eagerly, "you 
   should  have  seen  her  face  when she asked me about having my pussy 
   shaved.   And  when  I  said  something  about  being kissed there...I 
   thought  the  poor  little  thing  was  going  to have an orgasm right 
   there.  Oh, I hope she calls soon!"
        I  smiled to myself at the changes that had taken place in Monica 
   over  the  last  year or so.  She was beginning to really get the hang 
   of being my little bi-slut, and I was loving every second of it.
        "I'm  going  to sit down here and rest a minute...you run on down 
   to  the  drug  store  and  get  the  items  I told you to get.  Do you 
   remember what they were?", I asked.
        "Yes,  I  think  so...ky  jelly,  condoms..a big box, a new enema 
   bag, and a penthouse magazine...was that it?"
        "Exactly  right!...Good  girl!..oh,  damn..we  forgot  to get the 
   stockings  for  you  while we were in the lingerie store.  I'll go get 
   them while you are in the drug store, and meet you back here."
        Blowing  me a kiss and smiling, Monica left to do her shopping in 
   the  drug  store.  I walked back into the lingerie store and found the 
   young clerk over by the cash register.
        "I'm  sorry  to  bother  you  again,  miss,  but we forgot to get 
   stockings  when we were in here earlier.  Monica keeps getting runs in 
   the  knees of her stockings.  We go through a pair nearly every day it 
   seems.   At  least  with  stockings  you can mix and match them rather 
   than having to have a new pair just for one run."
        The  girl  smiled knowingly, and replied, "Yes, I know, thats one 
   of the reasons that I enjoy wearing them so much too."
        "Well,  I  like  them  mainly because they look so sexy, and also 
   because  you  can  get to things...well, because they are so much more 
   convenient at times."
        "You  and your wife are some couple!", the girl grinned.  Did she 
   tell you that she asked me to call her sometime?"
        "Yes,  and I'm really glad she did.  I hope when you come over it 
   will  be  sometime  when  I  can  be  there too.  There's nothing more 
   enjoyable  to  me  than watching Monica with another woman...unless of 
   course  its  helping  her  with  another  woman!",  I  said,  grinning 
   broadly.
        "Help  her?...Ohhhh,  you  men!   She just wants to be my friend,  
   you  silly,  and all we'd do is just talk girl talk, I'm sure.  But if 
   you like I'll try to come over at night when and if I do that is."
        I  winked  at the pretty young girl and replied, "Well, I'll have 
   a  fresh  blade  in the razor just in case...but you surely won't need 
   to  worry  about  doing  anything you don't really want to do.  I hope 
   you will come...you're a lovely and very sweet girl."
        Handing  the stockings to me she thanked me for my compliment and 
   assured me that she was even more anxious to visit now than before.
        When  I  returned  to  the  rest  area  Monica was already there, 
   sitting calmly, but with a rather red face.
        "You  do  know  how  to  embarass me, don't you?", she asked with 
   raised  eyebrows. "The man who rang up my purchases had a grin as wide 
   as the Hudson river the whole time he was waiting on me!"
        I  laughed  heartily,  and  said with a grin almost as big as the 
   East  river,  "Well,  did it make your pussy wetter to stand there and 
   have him grin at you while you bought all those things?"
        "Of course it did...you know me!" she replied with a chuckle.
        "Then  I'd  call  it `mission accomplished' my dear", I said as I 
   took her arm and led her away from the rest area.
        With  the exception of a bikini bathing suit and some more garter 
   belts,  we had bought everything that we had come to buy and were just 
   about  ready to go back home when I spied the three young guys who had 
   been  treated  to a view up Monica's dress earlier.  Stopping Monica I 
   whispered  to  her.  "Look...there are the young guys who were looking 
   up  your  dress.  Its pretty close to closing and the mall has thinned 
   out  alot  since  we  came.  I think its time for you to really be the 
   slut you've been hinting at being all day long.  Are you game?"
        "You  know  I'll  do anything you ask me to do, MASTER!...what do 
   you have in mind?"
        "Look  at  their tight jeans and their crotches.  I bet they have 
   some  young  meat there that would literally explode if you got a hold 
   of  it.   Just  think  of  all  the cum that they could shoot for you.  
   You'd like to have their cum, wouldn't you Monica?"
        "Yesssssss, I love young cocks MASTER...but how and where..."
        "Listen...I'll  go check out the men's room...its just around the 
   corner.   I  bet there is noone in there at all at the moment.  What I 
   want  you  to  do is to go up to those guys and offer to suck them all 
   off  in  the men's room.  You can do it in one of the stall's and I'll 
   stand  guard just inside the door for you and let you know when its ok 
   for  you  to take the next guy.  I'll send them in one at a time until 
   you've taken on all three."
        "You  just  want  me  to  walk up to them and offer to suck their 
   cocks?", she asked incredously.
        "Thats  exactly  what I want you to do...you do want to please me 
   don't you?"
        "Yes,  of  course  I  do!...and you're exactly right, I'd love to 
   have  their  young  dicks jerk in my mouth and shoot gobs of white cum 
   in my throat.  Let's do it!!"
        "Good  girl!..you go ahead and talk to them while I check out the 
   men's  room.   I'll  let  you  know  if we need to wait for someone to 
   leave the men's room before you enter with them."
        I  checked  out  the  men's room and it was, as I had expected it 
   would  be,  empty.  In the meantime, Monica had walked up to the three 
   teenagers  and  smiled  warmly  at  them,  staring  at  their crotches 
   openly.  She later told me what she had said.
        "I  said  to them...Hi guys!..You know I've noticed you guys ever 
   since  my husband and I got here.  And just looking at you has made me 
   so  horny!!   If  I could I'd just reach out and grab all three of you 
   right  here, but it is a bit too public here...listen...I want to take 
   all  of  you  in  the  men's room and suck each one of you off.  I not 
   only  want  to...but  I  need  to!  Will you help me out and let me do 
   it?  I'll do a good job, I promise!"
        They  all three had grinned big grins, and the blonde had replied 
   to  her,  "Gosh,  lady...are you serious?  You're a fox!  And you want 
   to  suck  us all off in the men's room?  How about your husband, won't 
   he care?"
        "No...he  will  stand  guard for us  and let us know if anyone is 
   coming...well,  if  anyone  is  about  to  enter  the  men's  room,  I 
   mean...someone will be coming, thats for sure!"
        "Lead  the  way,  lady...this  is  outa  sight!!", the blonde had 
   exclaimed.
        The  men's room was still empty when they arrived, Monica walking 
   in  front  with  a  huge  grin  on  her face, and the three young guys 
   nearly  drooling  at  the mouth and sporting big bulges in their tight 
   jeans  already.   I  nodded  to  the guys and looking around to see if 
   anyone  would see, opened the door for them all to enter.  Once inside 
   I  asked  Monica, "Which one do you want first, you horny little cock-
   sucking slut?"
        "The  guy  with  the cute mustache", she replied, and opening the 
   door  to  the  nearest stall walked in and sat down awaiting her first 
   young  cock.   The  one she had referred to rubbed his hands anxiously 
   and  began  unzipping  his  jeans  before he ever got inside the stall 
   door.   Soon  the three of us could hear the sounds of Monica's hungry 
   mouth  working  on  the boys hard dick and in less than two minutes we 
   could hear him groaning as he shot his hot sperm into her.
        He  walked back out of the stall cockily, and with a big grin and 
   a stuck-out chest, almost crowed out the invitation, "Next!"
        I  had  seen  Monica  staring  at  the blonde a bit more than the 
   others,  so  I  gave  the dark haired boy a slight push, indicating it 
   was his turn.  Might as well save her favorite for last, I thought.
        In  less  than  a minute this young guy had spilled his fuck into 
   her  mouth.   She  was  either  turning in a remarkable performance or 
   these guys were really ready...perhaps it was both.
        "Ok,  stud...you're  next!",  I said, smiling at the good looking 
   blonde boy.
        "Yummmmmy!!",  we  heard  Monica  exclaim only a short time after 
   the  blonde  guy  had entered the stall.  This time the sucking noises 
   seemed  even  louder  than  they  had before, and once again in a very 
   short  time  we  could  hear  the  grunting  sounds of another teenage 
   climax.   But  this  time the door didn't open, and the sucking noises 
   continued.
        "She's  gonna  suck  him  off  again!",  one  of  the  young boys 
   exclaimed.
        "Sure  seems  like  it",  I  said with a smile.  "Think maybe she 
   found something she likes?", I asked.
        "Ole  Davey  is  hung  like  a  horse!", he replied. "I guess she 
   likes 'em big, huh mister?"
        "She likes 'em all, son, believe me she does", I said.
        "Ohhhh,  what  a cock!!", Monica exclaimed from within the stall.  
   "You've got to fuck me with that thing!...Shove it up my cunt..Now!!"
        I  saw  her hands appear at the top of the stall as she stood now 
   begging the young stud to fuck her doggy style.
        "Sure  lady!!..I'll fuck you...I can't wait to get this dick into 
   your  juicy  little  twat!...hey  wait...lady..you've got something in 
   here...what  is...hey  Sammy!!...the whore has some metal balls up her 
   cunt!!..you  ever  heard  of  such  a  thing?   Fuckin  metal  balls!!  
   Damn!!"
        "Wait,  I'll  get  them  out!",  Monica  cried,  "just  don't  go 
   anywhere...I     need     that     monster    cock    in    my    fuck 
   hole!!...here...now..fuuuuucccckkk meeeeee!!!!"
        After  having  already  shot  a big load of cum in my slave-sluts 
   mouth,  the  blonde-headed Davey had much more staying power this time 
   around,  and  he  pumped  his  thick  and long cock hard into Monica's 
   dripping  wet  cunt.  I watched her knuckles turn white as she grasped 
   the  top  of the stall and really began to fear we would be discovered 
   as  what  was  supposed  to  have  been a quick blow-job turned into a 
   marathon fuck.
        "Damn!,  he's  really  screwing  the  whore!", exclaimed the dark 
   haired  boy,  "listen  to  her  moan and groan!  Fuck her Davey!! Fuck 
   her!"
        "Yessssss,  Ohhhh  Yesssss!!!!,  thats  it!!!...fuck me, fuck me, 
   fuck  me.....fuuuuuuuckkkk  meeeeeee!!!!",  Monica cried, and suddenly 
   her  orgasm  was  sweeping  through  her impaled body.  Davey began to 
   come  for  the second time as Monica screamed her delight, and finally 
   after  what  had  seemed  like  forever, a pleased but exhausted Davey 
   walked out of the stall.
        "Mister...thats  some  wife  you've  got there!  If you ever need 
   our  help  again,  I  hope  you'll  let us know.  I work at the Kroger 
   store  on  Hanover Avenue every afternoon.  Gimme a call.  The name is 
   Davey Anderson.  Whew!!...what a piece of ass!"
        The  guys  left  the  men's  room  amid profuse and sincere thank 
   you's  and  I  walked  over  to the stall to check on my now obviously 
   very   satisfied  wife.   She  was  still holding on to the top of the 
   stall,  her  dress rolled up in a ball and tucked under her belt.  Her 
   legs  were  still  spread  open  widely  and cum ran from her hole and 
   dripped onto the floor below her.
        I  took  the  ben  waa  balls  from her tightly clenched hand and 
   pushed  them  back  into  her cunt.  Lowering my pants, I took my cock 
   out  and  dipped  it  in the fuck that the horny young blonde stud had 
   just  deposited  in  her still trembling pussy.  Removing it from that 
   hole  and  positioning  it  at  the  opening  of her ass, I pressed it 
   forward  feeling  the  head  pop  into  her asshole.  Without a word I 
   began  fucking her in the ass, my hands holding hers to the top of the 
   stall.
        I  was  vaguely aware at some point during the fucking of her ass 
   that  someone  had  entered  the  men's room, but it didn't matter any 
   more.   It  also  didn't matter that the door was open or that we were 
   being  watched.   I  had cum to dump, and there was only one hole left 
   that didn't have the cum of some other cock in it.
        Moments  later  when I had spilled my cum into her ass, I lowered 
   Monica's  dress  and  led her out of the stall.  The black maintenance 
   man  stood  smiling  at  us,  leaning on his mop and  obviously having 
   enjoyed the show.  "Hot stuff!", he exclaimed with a slow whistle.
        "Hot  stuff  is  right!",  I  said with a smile, and took my wife 
   home.
