Sex shop

Your wife pauses in the boutique's dressing room, her fingers still lingering on the edge of your tiny skirt, eyes sparkling with mischief as she tilts your chin up to meet her gaze. 'Wait a second, my perfect little slut, I can't keep calling you by your old boring name. You need something fun, something that screams bimbo.' She taps her glossy lips, then grins widely. 'Sindi. Yeah, that's it. Sindi the insatiable whore. Say it for me, Sindi, tell me who you are.'

You blink up at her through your long lashes, the name bubbling up from your foggy mind like pink champagne. 'I'm Sindi,' you murmur in your high, breathy voice, the words sending a fresh gush of wetness between your thighs. She laughs, pulling you into a quick, hard kiss that mashes your plump lips against hers, her tongue invading your mouth possessively.

'Good girl, Sindi. Now let's get out of here – I've got the perfect spot to break you in further.' She pays for the haul in a rush, shoving the bags into your arms while you teeter in the strappy heels, your tube top riding up to flash underboob with every step. The salesgirl smirks knowingly as you leave, your ass cheeks peeking from under the skirt, the vibrating plug she slipped into your tight hole earlier humming faintly against your inner walls.

She bundles you into the car, but instead of heading home, she guns the engine toward the rougher edge of the city, neon signs flickering past until she pulls into the lot of 'Pleasure Palace', a dingy sex shop with buzzing lights and a sign promising 'Private Booths & More.' The air inside hits you like a wave of musk and desperation: shelves crammed with dildos in every size, lubes glistening under fluorescent bulbs, and a back wall lined with peep show windows. Your pussy clenches at the sight, nipples hardening into peaks against the thin fabric as random men leer from the corners.

Your wife, now your dominant guide, snakes an arm around your waist, her hand dipping low to cup your ass through the skirt. 'Time to educate my new bimbo, Sindi. We're hitting the booths first.' She leads you past the counter, flashing a few bills at the bored attendant, and pushes open a door to a narrow hallway lined with curtained stalls. The sounds leak through: moans from video screens, wet slaps of flesh, and low grunts from unseen patrons.

She picks a booth at the end, yanking you inside the dim space. It's cramped, with a sticky bench seat facing a small screen flickering to life as she feeds quarters in. The video starts immediately, a blonde on her knees, throat bulging around a thick cock, gagging as ropes of cum splatter her face. Your breath hitches, knees weakening as you sink onto the bench beside her, the plug's buzz intensifying when she cranks it up with the remote from your bag.

'Watch and learn, Sindi,' she whispers hotly in your ear, her hand sliding under your skirt to part your slick pussy lips, one finger circling your swollen clit. The screen shifts to a gangbang scene, three men pounding a writhing woman from every angle, cock slamming into her ass, another stretching her cunt wide, the third feeding her his shaft until she chokes. You squirm, thighs spreading instinctively, your own juices dripping onto the seat as arousal floods your veins.

But she's not done. Spotting the hole in the wall at waist height, a glory hole framed in chipped paint, her eyes light up. 'Look at that, Sindi. Anonymous dick waiting for a bimbo mouth like yours.' She stands, unzipping her own jeans to reveal the thick strap-on harness she's wearing underneath, but first, she guides your head toward the opening. 'Kneel, slut. See if there's a real cock to suck while we watch.'

You drop eagerly, knees hitting the grimy floor, skirt flipping up to bare your plugged ass. The video blares on, the woman's screams echoing your own building whimpers as a shadow shifts on the other side. A fat, veined cock thrusts through the hole, already leaking precum, slapping against your cheek. Your wife kneels behind you, fingers plunging into your sopping pussy, fucking you in rhythm as she urges, 'Open wide, Sindi. Suck it like the pornstar you're becoming.'

Your lips stretch around the stranger's shaft, tongue swirling over the salty head as you bob forward, taking him deeper until he hits the back of your throat. Gags escape you, saliva dripping down your chin onto your heaving tits, while her fingers curl inside you, hitting that spot that makes stars burst behind your eyes. The man grunts through the wall, hips bucking to face-fuck you harder, his balls tightening as your wife pinches your clit, pushing you toward the edge.

Cum erupts suddenly, hot spurts flooding your mouth, spilling over your lips as you swallow greedily, the taste bitter and addictive. She pulls her fingers free, replacing them with the strap-on's ridged length, slamming into your cunt from behind while you lick the glory hole clean. The screen shows the woman covered in jizz, begging for more, and you echo her with muffled moans, body shaking as orgasm rips through you.

She fucks you relentlessly through it, the booth reeking of sex, until another cock pokes through, longer this time, demanding attention.