What Happened in the Sex Shop Back Room

The couple walked unhurriedly through the center of Valencia. At that hour of the afternoon, the midday bustle was already gone, and the streets had that warm stillness that invites you to wander. Carla’s phone vibrated in her bag. She took it out, looked at the screen, and rolled her eyes as she gestured to Bruno that it was some work nonsense.

—Yes, yes, don’t worry… I opened one pack and have the warehouse guy bring you the rest on a cart. But then return it, they get annoyed. —She listened a moment longer—. Come on, we’ll talk on Monday.

She put the phone away, buttoned up her light coat, and took her boyfriend’s hand. It rang again, this time with her mother’s ringtone.

—Is everything okay, Mom?... She ate little yesterday, but you can give her some empanada, she’s not going to die… And how is she?... I’m glad. If she bothers you too much, let me know. Kisses.

Before putting it back in her bag, she turned it off.

—You’ve got yours with you, right? —she said to Bruno—. If anything important happens, they’ll call us.

It didn’t take long to reach a discreet black door, with nothing but a small red sign. Bruno pushed it open, and after a few seconds of changing air that made both of them sneeze, they reached reception, passing display cases packed with harnesses, dildos, and other objects in impossible shapes.

It had been Bruno’s idea to go shopping. From so much use, their toys had already lost some color, and although they still worked for her, when they had guests and wanted to use them it didn’t make a good impression. He went straight to the film section. Carla stayed in front of a display case, brows furrowed as she looked over the models, until the saleswoman came over to her.

—Hi, can I help you with anything? —She must have been about fifty, but she still had a serene beauty.

—I’m just looking to see if there’s one that convinces me.

—We have these new ones… —She pointed to the next display case, but Carla shook her head. She had no interest in ultra-modern gadgets with weird shapes, the kind that looked like some alien was about to finger you.

—I like them natural-shaped and… good, but not too much.

A faint laugh escaped her, and the woman looked at her without understanding. My own weirdness, Carla thought, remembering an old joke that only amused her.

—Nothing, just ideas crossing my mind.

She eventually found two she liked: one slim, for quick play, and another more substantial one, though nothing monstrous. The saleswoman, who knew how to sell, added a double-ended dildo, a large bottle of lubricant, and a vibrating egg that could be activated from a mobile phone. I don’t like modern things, she told herself, knowing she’d have to take that back if she ended up liking it.

They crossed the shop, where five or six men and another couple were browsing, and reached the counter. There, Bruno was chatting animatedly with the cashier, a guy no older than thirty, athletic, clean-shaven, with his hair styled in a studied casual way and the shop’s black printed T-shirt.

—You’re going to spend your whole paycheck —Bruno said—. I’m only taking these two movies.

—Everyone has their needs —she replied, dryly, setting the basket down on the counter.

They paid. Carla was tempted to look at a nurse costume hanging by the register, but she couldn’t be bothered asking about sizes.

—You know? —Bruno blurted, as if it were nothing—. They’ve got an atmosphere area in here.

And that was when the real purpose of the outing came to light. They had talked about it days earlier. They had tried outdoor sex in a couple of empty lots, and she never quite liked it because of the risk and because of the type of men who tended to show up. The other side of the coin were the clubs they frequented: discreet people, with money, in a sheltered and safe place, but where you had to invest a lot of time seducing and almost always deal with both members of each couple.

Let’s be honest: Carla liked pulling down her underwear and having cocks come in, without needing to know anybody’s life story, but she also didn’t want to be worrying about whether the guy eating her out might have some weird outburst.

—Do you feel like it? —Bruno insisted, pulling her out of her thoughts.

—There are only older guys in places like this —she said, having once snooped around similar spots.

—Horny guys, which is different. The kind who don’t care about the wrapping as long as they have a good time.

—It’s not just older men —the cashier pointed out—. There’s all kinds.

—Does a lot of people come at this hour? —Carla asked, intrigued and, as you can imagine, already hot.

The guy glanced at a few monitors under the counter.

—Five… no, six. —He gestured for her to look. Carla came around behind the register and, on security cameras that barely showed faces, counted six figures scattered through different areas: booths, a dark room, a little room with armchairs.

—Besides, those guys there are waiting to see if anyone interesting comes in —he added, pointing to several men loitering near a rope that blocked off a dark doorway.

Carla watched them. They weren’t that old, between forty and fifty, and the biggest one could stand to lose a few pounds, but they were within her range. Acceptable. Not lovers, but a cock is a cock.

—How much is the entry? —Bruno asked, seeing that his girl was getting worked up.

—Nothing, it’s on the house —said the cashier, lifting the overflowing bags—. I’ll keep them here for you.

***

He himself escorted them to the entrance. All the men followed them with their eyes, especially when Carla also handed over her denim jacket and her breasts showed under her T-shirt. They crossed the curtain, left some lockers and benches to one side, and went up a floor that was almost dark. It smelled of incense and lubricant. In the distance, women could be heard screaming in some movie.

The corridor led to three booths separated by partitions, each with a small window on the side. The first seemed occupied; they went into the second and locked the door and the two side openings.

Bruno sat down in the armchair and fiddled with the remote for a small television. Carla stood in front of him, in her light-colored shirt and frayed shorts. She knelt, took out his already hard cock, and started sucking it calmly while he, watching the screen, gently guided her head.

To her left, the other booth became occupied. Without fully separating herself, Carla released the latch on the little window, which opened at once at the height of the back of her neck. She felt a hand on her back and then on her ass. There was movement on the other side too, and this time it was Bruno who released the second latch. A new hand found her breasts.

She straightened up for a moment, looked at the arms that poked through —white, one quite hairy—, took off her T-shirt and bra, and kept sucking. Both strangers took advantage of her nakedness to fondle her hanging breasts.

—Tsss… —Bruno whispered, nodding toward the right.

A pale, thick cock was protruding through the window. Carla grabbed it without hesitation and jerked it off while continuing with her boyfriend’s. Several minutes passed like that: one hand, another hand, one mouth, another cock. When she felt Bruno was close, she took him all the way in, sealing her lips over the shaft, until he asked her to stop.

He got up from the armchair and made her stand too. Carla pulled down her shorts and underwear at the same time, ending up naked in front of him, and he tugged lovingly at one nipple.

—Stay like that —he ordered—. I’m going to leave our clothes in the lockers.

He opened the door, and two of the guys waiting their turn in the corridor saw her just as she came into the world and stared, dumbstruck. Bruno smiled. She pushed him out and locked the door.

***

By the little window, another cock was already showing, this one small and chubby. She stroked it, alternating between the two, giving her mouth to the first and her hand to the second. After a moment, the one on the right started driving into her mouth; she tried to pull back, but he grabbed his balls and kept going, first still, then matching his rhythm. A few taps on the partition warned her just before a salty taste flooded her mouth.

—He warned me, how considerate —she murmured to herself, spitting into a napkin from the dispenser beside the armchair.

That cock disappeared and another took its place. Knocks on the door.

—Open up, it’s me —she heard Bruno say. She let him in. He watched the two shafts protruding from the walls.

—Are you having fun?

—One’s in already —she replied, smiling.

Bruno reached his hand to her sex to check how soaked she was. Carla sat in the armchair, spread her legs, and let him play while she kept attending to the strangers. One of the hands on the other side, broad and firm, climbed from her breasts to brush against Bruno’s cock. He went tense.

—I’m not into guys —he told her with his eyes, tempted to pull away.

Carla motioned for him to come closer, as if she wanted to whisper something.

—Do it for me, it’s turning me on so much.

—I don’t like it…

—Imagine it’s a girl’s hand. Try it.

At that moment, two fingers sank into her and penetrated her quickly. Only half convinced, Bruno turned so that hand would keep touching him, but it was right in the opening of the little window.

—Stick it in there and let them touch it properly —Carla suggested, amused.

And he, with hesitant steps, brought it over and put it in. She just managed to glimpse how they grabbed him from the other side. As for herself, she stood up and knelt in front of the second little window. When she moved away for a second, a hand pinched her nipples and tugged at them. She pushed one breast through the opening and felt warm lips suck, and then the tip of a cock searching for the gap. She pressed her breasts together, spat between them, and let the cock slide along her cleavage, popping out so she could kiss the head on every upward stroke, until it spilled hot over her skin.

***

She was starting to get tired. She had gone there to enjoy herself too, and apparently all they were doing there was sucking cocks.

—My turn —she told Bruno, whose gaze was far away.

—That one’s been empty for a while. You must’ve drained them all dry.

—Fuck, I’m only halfway there! —she protested, watching him lose his erection with the face of a happy idiot—. Well, you’ve emptied me out plenty…

—Give me a few minutes, you’ve sucked the soul right out of me. Shall we leave? The way you are, you’re not going to be short of action.

—Better —she replied, livid and still burning hot.

When they opened the door, a breath of fresh air came into the booth. There was no one left in the corridor. They moved on to a little lounge with curtains and a round bed. Carla lay on her back, spread her legs wide, and parted her sex with both hands.

—Either fuck me or eat me out —she ordered.

Bruno knelt at the edge of the bed and brought his mouth to the wet sex offered to him. Carla moaned loudly as she felt his tongue work its way to her clit.

—Ah, like that! —she shouted, grabbing her knees to give him better access.

He focused on her clit with his lips while penetrating her with three fingers, which went in and out with a wet slap.

—Don’t stop! Don’t stop! —And she came like a madwoman, arching her back against the mattress.

More relaxed now, she caught her breath. Bruno was jerking off, hard as a rock again.

—Put it in —she asked him, but he, mischievous, suggested playing a little longer. He held out his hand for her to stand up—. Let’s go to the cinema —he said, planting a kiss on her that tasted like herself.

***

The adjoining room had a projector and a big screen at the back, with three tiers of small seats and a last row of leather armchairs without armrests. There were five men scattered around: three together in the second row, one behind and one in front. On the screen, three gorgeous actresses were being fucked by three actors, but no one was watching the film. Carla and Bruno went up to the middle armchairs without anyone noticing them.

Bruno sat down after pulling off his pants.

—Sit here —he said, patting his thighs.

Carla sank down onto his cock. Once it was inside, she moved her hips slowly, back and forth, while he caressed her breasts. Finally, she thought.

The first to see her was a slightly flabby man in his fifties, who soon moved into the chair beside them and started rubbing his bulge. Carla stretched out her arm, opened his fly, and pulled out a decent cock to jerk off. The others, like flies to honey, joined in: two on the other side, one more standing right in front of her, blocking the screen. This last one, a guy about forty-five, pretty good-looking, did almost nothing but watch her ride, her breasts bouncing, cock out, and a good size that explained the others’ interest.

Carla wasn’t used to keeping the rhythm, so she soon got tired. Bruno noticed and made her stand, shoving the man staring at them from the front aside like a scarecrow. He pushed her so she knelt on the armchair, with her breasts over the backrest and her ass in the air, leaving her sex at a comfortable height.

The men surrounded her, masturbating, waiting their turn. Carla felt hands on her ass, a hard tip searching for her wet entrance, and, all of a sudden, a deep penetration that made her scream with pleasure. It was Bruno, fucking her at a good pace, enjoying her. The sound of flesh against flesh filled the air. She lifted herself slightly to feel it better, and her neighbors took advantage to grope her breasts.

—You love this! —he panted.

She felt him loosen his pace, a couple more thrusts, and stay buried inside until he emptied himself. As he pulled out, she felt the heat dripping.

—Can I? —someone asked from behind her.

—Yes, but with a condom —Bruno replied.

While the stranger got ready, Carla amused herself with the two cocks nearest her, which had climbed onto the chairs. One of them left her breasts covered in cum. Then a tap on the back.

—Get ready, love, this one’s a good one —Bruno said.

The tip moved along her slit, up and down, and only the head started to enter. Even with the condom, which she hated, she felt immense pleasure, her cunt opening wide. It was one of the biggest cocks that had ever penetrated her.

—Ah! Yes, fuck, that’s good! —she moaned.

—Go on, don’t hold back! —she heard Bruno say.

The guy took that literally and started thrusting hard, deep, fast. Carla endured as best she could, rubbing her breasts against the headrest.

—More! —she begged, on the verge of orgasm.

She came along with the thrusts, and he liked it so much that he was about to go too. He pulled out, leaving her with a huge emptiness, took off the condom, and finished on her buttocks.

Another man took his place at once, with a normal-sized cock that went in without effort. Carla didn’t need any more orgasms; she was comfortable, so she let him do his thing until he finished quickly. A third was getting ready to take his turn, but she, quick as anything, turned around.

—Look, you might think I’m everybody’s hole —she snapped.

Bruno was looking at her, laughing; he knew exactly what she was thinking. The forty-something who stayed in front, with his cock already sheathed, looked put out. He wasn’t ugly or badly hung, but Carla’s heat had passed, and she felt somewhat uncomfortable with so many strangers around her.

She looked at Bruno and made the gesture of leaving. Reluctantly, the men accepted. He stood up, took her hand, and led her out of the room.

—That was good, wasn’t it? —he asked, leaving her at the bathroom door.

—It was… different —she replied, turning on the tap and pulling paper after paper from the dispenser to wipe herself, with a half-smile he couldn’t quite decipher.