Like you even need to ask

Lexi quickly pulls the top open, not bothering to unbutton it, instead hearing the tearing of fabric, the popping off of the buttons. She pulls it off and tosses it behind her, then stares at the hole, eyes wide, panting, needing. "That's my girl!" She hears Mr. Johnson say. A few seconds later the next cock slides through, and she attacks it. Moaning lewdly, her voice vibrating through his cock as she pumps her whore face up and down on it, her hips gyrating, humping the empty air. She finds herself surrendering to the whole situation, delighting in the feeling of being used this way.

Harder and harder, pumping her mouth up and down, sucking for all she's worth. She's like an addict, and her **** of choice is cum. And it's not long before our nasty little fiend is rewarded for her efforts, the blast of cum shooting into her mouth, and again, the blissful reward of an orgasm exploding through her own body. And still, Lexi found herself hungering for more. After the man pulled out, she looked up at the camera and said a single word, "More." In response she heard Mr. Johnson's voice, "Lose the skirt first, then you get more." She quickly complied, standing up to unzip and slip out of the skirt, kicking it over to where her blouse lay, then back down onto her knees for more cock.

And more she got. The slutty little blonde eagerly taking this next stranger's cock into her mouth, playing with her tits through the thin, sheer fabric of her bra as she sucked this total stranger's cock. Briefly, she wondered what her ex would think if he could see her now. Stripped down to her underwear and heels, in a booth in a sex shop, sucking off total strangers. Without pausing her sucking, she picked up her phone and took a quick selfie, the stranger's cock still in her mouth, and sent it off to her ex. Only one way to find out! It wasn't long before this third man was cumming in Lexi's mouth, and again she was rewarded with an orgasm. She could seriously get used to this! Breathing hard, she notices that her ex had sent her a few texts in reply to the picture, oh well, she'd look at it later, she had more important things to do.

Mr. Johnson's voice interrupted her thoughts, "You know what I want, whore." And with that, Lexi takes off the bra and tosses it aside. She's quickly rewarded with another cock. She squeals like a giddy schoolgirl before taking it into her mouth, moaning and groaning, giggling and whimpering as she fucks this strange man's thick tool with her whore mouth. Her thoughts becoming more and more primal with each bob of her head. Her last shred of sanity, like a prudish aunt, telling her to put her clothes on and go home. She tells that part of her brain to shut the fuck up, and sucks that cock harder. Her ever growing enthusiasm for degradation and cock seem to be paying off, as the guy doesn't last long at all, blasting his baby batter into her insatiable mouth, setting off yet another blissful orgasm through her slutty body.

This time Mr. Johnson doesn't even have to ask, as she stands up and slips the g-string down her legs, picks it up and drops it on top of the rest of her clothes. Then instead of kneeling back down, bends over at the waist, her ass up in the air, hands pressed against the wall, standing naked except for her high heels, waiting for more cock.

It's not long before our eager little cockslut is given what she needs, as yet another cock slides through the hole. Which she nearly slams her cum guzzler onto. Her large breasts bouncing as she uses her entire body to pump her face up and down on that dick. She's not even thinking now, she's just servicing cock after cock with her little whore mouth. Mr. Johnson offering his words of encouragement all the while. They all seem to run together, cocks, cum, orgasms, his filthy talk. And it's the best time she's ever had.

After a while the cocks stop coming, and she hears Mr. Johnson's command, "Ok, you've earned your reward, maintain that same position, standing and bent over, but face the monitor and make sure that door's unlocked." She quickly complies, breathing deep, eyes half closed, not even looking behind her when she hears the door open.

Then she hears Mr. Johnson's voice, not through her ear buds, but in person. "Hold that position, my little fuckdoll." And with that she feels the lube, between her butt cheeks. And then shortly after the pressure of the head of his cock against her asshole, his hands gripping her hips. "Breathe deep and relax, slut." She obeys, and then she feels it, his cock, slamming into her, a merciless thrust, deep and hard up her ass. She'd only had a little experience with ass play, so she's extremely unprepared for the pain, or the pleasure. She gasps, her eyes rolling back in her head as she tries to stay relaxed, to accept his cock in her ass. It's clear he's unconcerned with how much she's enjoying it, it's all about his enjoyment. A fact not lost on Lexi, which only serves to deepen and strengthen her state of mind.

His thrusts start coming faster, harder, his grunts louder. She's not a person to him, she's a thing, a toy, just like the wares he peddles. The image of herself on display in his store, as if she were just another toy for sale enters her mind, and a smile comes across her face as he continues pounding her ass. His relentless thrusting continues, on and on, her brain going from lizard brain level operation, to incredibly dirty, degrading imagery. All of it shockingly pleasing to the previously respectable young lady.

Finally he cums inside of her ass, and the strongest orgasm of the night slams through her like an overeater's anonymous group at an all you can eat buffet. As the orgasm subsides, she hears him speak, "So, my nasty little fucktoy, you've got two choices now: First, you can get yourself all dressed and go home, and that'll be that. Or you can put on just the bra and g-string, and leave the blouse and skirt on the counter on the way out, and I'll see you again, same time next week." With that he zips up, and leaves her to consider her choice.