Record breaking

It's not long before Lexi is joined by the first customer. He quickly lubes her ass up with the provided tub of lube and without further preamble starts fucking her in the ass. Lexi can do little more than writhe and squirm in her restraints, looking out the crowd as she's used like the dirty little fucktoy that she is. She moans loudly with each thrust into her, looking her audience in the eyes one at a time, grinning, making sure her sounds of pleasure are loud enough that everybody can hear, that everybody knows what a complete and total slut she is. It's not long before the guy fucking her finishes, and is replaced by another. And another, and another. One at a time, a constant stream of cock, fucking her pussy, fucking her ass. Sometimes shooting their load inside of her, more often pulling out and cumming on her. More than a few walking around in front of her to cum on her slutty face. As the day goes on, the crowd seems to become more of a line, men waiting their turn to buy whatever, so that they can take a turn with the filthy little cock socket. She loses count of how many of them have used her body, but by the look of things outside, it's only around noon, when Mr. Johnson comes into the display area, looking her over and grinning at her. She looks up at him, panting, moaning as she looks back up at him, some random cock pounding away into her pussy.

Mr. Johnson starts to talk to her, "I was going to ask if you needed a break, but clearly you don't. Anyways, I was thinking of ways to really crank things up for you, since it's become quite obvious a discrete once a week visit to the shop to get your slut on isn't enough for a little whore like you." He pauses, allowing her to respond, "Yes! That's right, I'm nothing but a pathetic, cock hungry little gutter slut! I can't get enough! Do your fucking worst!" An evil grin forms on Mr. Johnson's fat face, "I'm glad to hear you say that. But we'll see how serious you are. What I want first is your permission to remake your entire wardrobe." He holds up his phone, and gets it to record as the guy who's been fucking her finishes and is replaced by another. Without hesitation, Lexi looks up into the camera and says, "Yes! Do it! Make my wardrobe over however you want, as slutty as you want! I want everybody to know what a nasty, dirty little slut I am from now on!" And with that, he puts the phone away, "Thanks, that's all I needed for now, oh, and in case you get thirsty I brought you this." He says to her, then sets a water bottle down with a large straw in front of her, positioned so her mouth can reach it. "Have fun little whore, I've got some work to do!" And then he leaves the booth, letting Lexi get back to her fun.

She looks out the crowd, a blissful smile on her face. Wondering what her wardrobe will look like by the time she gets home, as yet another cock slides into her. She can see behind the line of men Mr. Johnson, leaving to his car, her purse in his hand, an extra spring in his step. But she's far too gone to care about that, her cock addiction being so well fed at the moment that she's not even thinking, just feeling, experiencing, surrendering to the never ending stream of cocks.

It's not until Mr. Johnson returns that it dawns on Lexi that the sun is about to go down. But still, the endless parade of cock keeps coming. Eventually it does stop though, and by then Lexi can barely walk on her own, so Mr. Johnson helps her up the stairs, and even helps shower her off, before putting her down on the bed, where she drifts off to sleep, visions of cock filling her cum-addled, and very sleepy head.

In the morning, she gets herself cleaned up, does her make up, and slides on her boots, gloves and collar, and grabs her purse before heading downstairs. As much fun as she's had, she's spent two nights here, and would like to get home. Partly to give her body a little rest, and partly to see what Mr. Johnson did to her wardrobe. She sees Mr. Johnson getting the shop ready, but before she can explain that she needs to get back home, she's down on her knees, sucking his cock. While she's sucking away, he tells her, "You'll need to figure out your own way home, little whore, I've got a busy day ahead of me, otherwise I'd give you a ride." She starts sucking him harder, more enthusiastically. Being treated this way, by this pig of a man stirs something deep in her psyche, something she couldn't silence even if she wanted to. Which she doesn't, it's all too much fun.

After finishing the blowjob, she waves goodbye to Mr. Johnson, and heads out of the store, naked except for the boots, gloves and collar. Now, should she call up an Uber, or walk down to the train station? The Uber will be faster, and less eventful. It's been a long weekend, so the restful trip might be nice. But then again, a naked walk followed by a nice long ride on the subway has a definite appeal as well to the shameless little fuckdoll. She stands there, considering her options, absent-mindedly toying with one of her new nipple piercings.