Spoiled by a Nerdy Billionaire: Lucia’s Luxury Shopping Day

Lucia woke up in a mood — the kind where she needed attention, gifts, and someone willing to spoil the pretty little brat she knew she was. So she put on her tightest jeans, a cute top that made her tits sit just right, and headed to the upscale mall just to window shop… or so she claimed.

She was admiring a pair of pink designer heels when she noticed him. Chubby, nerdy, glasses slipping down his nose, holding a shopping bag from a watch boutique worth more than most people’s rent. He froze when he saw her, like he’d just spotted a mythical creature.

Lucia smiled — slow, sweet, dangerous.

“Do you think these would look good on me?” she asked, pointing at the heels.

He blushed so hard his ears turned red. “I… uh… yes. Absolutely.”

Two minutes later he was offering to buy them. Ten minutes later he was buying her the matching purse. Thirty minutes later he was trailing behind her like an obedient little wallet with legs, paying for anything she so much as touched.

He wasn’t subtle about staring at her ass either. She let him. His breathing got shaky every time she leaned over a display case. She loved it.

When they reached a quieter corner of the boutique, he finally stammered, “Would… would you let me do something for you? Anything?”

Lucia tilted her head. “Anything?”

He nodded, desperate.

So she took him into a private fitting room, locked the door, sat down on the little velvet bench, spread her knees, and pulled her panties aside.

“If you’re gonna spoil me,” she purred, “you’re gonna eat this pussy like it’s the only meal you’ve had all week.”

Baby… that nerd dropped to his knees so fast he nearly bruised.

He buried his face between her thighs with the kind of hunger only men who’ve never touched a woman like her can have — sloppy, eager, worshipful, moaning like he was tasting heaven. She held his hair and rocked her hips, using his mouth exactly the way she wanted.

He jerked himself like a man possessed, glasses fogged, whimpering every time she tightened her thighs around his face. She didn’t even look at him — she stared at the mirror, watched her own expression as she rode his tongue, watched her pretty pussy get adored by a man who’d gladly drain his bank account for another taste.

When she came, she pressed his face in deeper, let him drown in it.

He came on the floor without her ever touching him.

When he finally looked up at her, ruined, breathless, cum on his shirt, she kissed his forehead and picked up her shopping bags.

“Same time next week?”

He nodded so fast his glasses fell off.

Lucia walked out of that boutique feeling satisfied, spoiled, and fully in control — just how she likes it. If you want to worship her too… baby, she knows exactly how to use you.