”I bobbed up and down a couple more times while rubbing his balls with my hand. He erupted in my mouth and I immediately began swallowing. He pulsed... seven or eight times before he finally grabbed my hair and pulled me off his dick.“What are you?” he asked me.I knew exactly what he wanted to hear this time. “I’m a cumslut.”“Damn right you are. Biggest cumslut I’ve seen. I bet you’re already wanting more cum, aren’t you cumslut?”“Yes, sir,” I said. “I need to swallow more cum.” Hearing the words. CYA is a universal trait. I did my best sales smile and told them there was no problem, but potentially some new, time sensitive business. This brought me a man wearing a name tag: Howard Fitzpatrick, Shift Supervisor. He was about twenty five years old and did not introduce himself.I said, "Howard, can we sit? I was planning to get some coffee. Do you want some?" That should get his salesman radar pinging loudly, which was exactly what I wanted. We took our cups into a break area. Howard sat. Fuck, I'd be wet with anticipation all day at school waiting to open it, knowing that my dirty old dad had been wanking his cock over young girls like me. I'd keep the magazine for a few days and then put it back, after I'd sufficiently licked and rubbed my pussy against my the best spots of the magazines. So, as the only c***d in the house after my brother had gone to uni, I was pretty sure that my dad knew what I was up to. I also used to phone up the sex chat lines and talk absolute filth to. I ... I realised that I couldn't say goodbye to you and only ever see you at Henry and Matty's. I needed you to be with me and would never get over the loss. Does that make any sense?"She nodded against his chest. "Mm. Same here." Lottë, I've always loved you but as my little girl, my niece, not that you ever were strictly that of course, and then you grew to be a beautiful woman but then I still sort of saw you as my little niece."She nodded again. "Me too but the other way round. I had no.