A tight, white shirt and a black thong.

Emerging from the confines of the dressing room, your voluptuous cousin emerges in an outfit that definitely gets the idea across. She's wearing nothing more than a tight, white shirt several sizes too small and a lacy black thong which reveals the entirety of her thick behind. Her breasts look like they're about ready to burst out from beneath the fabric of the shirt, black and red stylized text reading CUMSLUT across her chest. You knew this store was trashy, but to sell a shirt like that...wow.

"Do you like it?" she asks with a giggle as she walks closer to you, giving you a quick twirl for the full body view. Her alluringly juicy bare legs and thighs exposed for the world to see, the sight of them alone is enough to make you want to stick yourself between them. You probably would have by now, honestly, but the store's sales associate was already going down on you—Erica was taking too long and you found yourself inconvenienced with another boner as you waited for her, so you asked her to help you out.

"It's simple and it gets the point across," you affirm with a nod as you scan her body up and down. "It could be better, though..."

"Better how?"

"Just some small improvements," you clarify as you push the girl you're deepthroating off your dick and stand up from your chair. Seemingly finished with her task, the sales associate awkwardly stands up and wanders back to the register, silently waiting for you and Erica to finish your purchase.

"Well, show me what you're thinking, hotshot," Erica says with a smile. "Let me see these improvements."

"Gladly," you say as you grab a pair of conveniently placed scissors from a nearby table and start cutting away at the T-shirt. After some improvised snips and cuts here and there, you've transformed Erica's shirt to an extremely low cut alternate, leaving the underside of her tits exposed. As a final touch, you cut out small slits on her chest for her nipples to poke out through.

"What do you think?" you ask as you step back, crossing your arms with a smile and examining your handiwork as if you were some expert craftsman.

"Not bad at all!" Erica concludes with an impressed smirk as she looks down at her breasts. "Now I really feel like a genuine cumdump!"

"Good, that's the goal. Those panties, though..."

"Hm?"

"I don't know. I think you'd just be better without them."

"They're so sexy, though! Come on, John!"

"Fine, fine," you concede in defeat with a shrug. "I'll figure out something interesting for them later."

"Yay!" Erica squeals with joy as she jumps in the air, her tits bouncing around and falling out of her top. You put them back in place and tell her to get dressed properly. She nods promptly and heads back into the dressing room, purposefully walking with a strut that makes her ass jiggle more than it should, proudly showing off her assets like an accomplished whore.

As you wait for Erica to finish changing, you walk over to the checkout area where you find the sales associate who did her best to deepthroat you moments ago. Admittedly, she wasn't all that great at it, explaining why you never did reach climax. She looks to you with a smile as you approach, a pale face and blue eyes greeting you with a nod. Her dyed blue hair comes down to her neck, touching the collar of her black leather jacket. Underneath, her bare torso rests, small and perky tits poking out from the shelter of her unbuttoned jacket. You told her to abandon her shirt when you first talked to her, and she did so without hesitation. Her yellow miniskirt doesn't cover much, especially after you also told her to ditch her panties. On her jacket rests a name tag, identifying her as Dahlia.

"Did you find what you were looking for?" she asks you with courteous politeness.

"Yeah, we're all good to go," you answer.

"Alright. By the way, uh...why'd you tell everyone to leave...?"

Looking around, you see that the store is completely void of people aside from you, Erica, and the store clerk you're speaking to.

Huh...you did tell everyone to skedaddle, didn't you? You nearly forgot.

"Eh, I just like to shop in privacy," you offer as a half-assed explanation, not putting too much thought into it and knowing she'll believe whatever you say. "Besides, like I told you, I own half the company, so whatever I say in here goes. You did take off your clothes and suck me off just because I asked you to, after all."

"Well, yeah," Dahlia reasons with a shrug, not finding that strange. "I just still don't really get how someone can just buy half of SubUrban like that, though...you'd think I would have heard of it from my managers or something."

"Oh, it just happened yesterday," you clarify, building your lie further as you continue to construct a false story that the sales associate will accept as fact. "I was in a big meeting with the CEOs and everything. You know, my buyout of half the company also allowed me to bring in some new store policies."

"Really?" she asks curiously. "What kind of new policies?"

"From now on, all SubUrban sales associates will have to offer their bodies to all male customers," you begin, weaving another command for her to follow. "If you see a guy browsing the store, be sure to let him know that he can fuck you in any way he likes. Also, be sure to let him cum on you or in you as much as he wants, understand?"

"Are you serious...?" Dahlia asks, though her tone carries a mood more of surprise than disgust.

"Naturally. The employees of a store should practice what their employer preaches. SubUrban preaches trashy clothing and slutty outfits that only a whore would wear, so why wouldn't the girls working for the company be the same? Makes plenty of sense, don't you think?"

"Hm..." she mumbles lowly to herself before nodding slowly. "Yeah, that does make a lot of sense, actually."

"Be sure to work on your throating, by the way," you advise the young store clerk as she nods with a smile. "You're going to be sucking tons of cocks on shift from now on, so practice up in order to serve our customers as best you can. Actually, you know what..."

Grabbing a post-it note from the counter and a pen, you hastily write down your digits and hand it to Dahlia. "Here's my number. Give me a call when your shift is over—Erica and I will teach you a thing or two about how to properly handle a penis being shoved down your throat."

"Thanks a bunch!" Dahlia exclaims with a genuine smile as she takes the paper, happy to receive training for her new work duties. "Is Erica the girl you were with...?"

"That's right. Speaking of her..." you trail off as hear footsteps behind you. Turning around, you see Erica approaching you in her regular attire, a small bag in her hand with her clothing. Extending your arm out, she gently grabs hold of your hand as you turn back to the cashier. "Erica, meet Dahlia."

"Hi!" Erica greets the sales associate with an upbeat smile as she shakes her hand with her free hand. "Nice to meet you!"

"Nice to meet you," Dahlia mirrors with a smile. "I'm looking forward to our training tonight."

"Training?" Erica repeats with a puzzled look, turning her eyes to you. "What's going on, John?"

"We're gonna teach Dahlia how to get good at deepthroating," you explain.

The confusion cleared up, Erica nods her head with a strong smile. "Sure thing! After we're done, you'll learn to love the feeling of a huge cock ramming your mouth! And then when all the cum slides down straight into your belly...mm, it tastes so great!"

"Awesome, I appreciate it," Dahlia thanks her with a warm smile, neither of the two finding anything wrong with the idea of deepthroat training. "I'll see you guys tonight!"

"Bye-bye, Dahlia!"

Heading out of the store, you make your way out of the mall and wander into the parking lot, struggling to remember where you parked Erica's Mustang for a few moments before catching it in the corner of your eye. As you both near it, Erica suddenly speaks up, remembering something.

"I almost forgot that Anna was supposed to be coming over tonight!"

"What time?" you ask, stepping into the car with Erica and closing the door.

"Um...maybe a half hour or so?" she guesses as she closes her own door and then nonchalantly begins to undo your pants again, readying another blowjob for you without any direction.

"Let's hurry up then. Lucina might freak out worrying if someone else came to the door first."

As you're driving with Erica's lips around your shaft, you eventually come to a red light. Having nothing else to do, you reach down beneath her seat to pull out her bag of clothes, deciding to look at them closer in your boredom. Reaching into her bag, you pull out several articles of varied clothing, causing you to blink with surprise.

"This is way more than we bought," you say to yourself as Erica continues to bob her head up and down on your dick. "You stole some of these, didn't you?"

"I didffmnphmpfhn't steal," she mumbles with your cockhead still in her mouth. "I just..mmmphfnfmpfh...'took.'"

"You bad, bad girl," you chuckle as you take a hold of Erica's hair and quickly push her head down as far as it can go on your member. Holding it there, you enjoy the sounds of her gagging as you smack her ass with your free hand. A loud horn goes off, seemingly in reaction to the slap. With a befuddled expression, you smack her ass again. Strangely, the horn blares again again.

What the? you think to yourself, so focused on Erica that you can't discern the source of the horn. Smacking her ass once again, the horn erupts once more and doesn't stop until you smack it for the fourth time.

"MOVE OUT OF THE WAY, YOU IDIOT!"

Your heart stops as you look up, realizing the oncoming car. In your fun of making your cousin **** on your dick, you must have been accelerating slowly beyond the red light, putting you in range of passing cars. Putting the pedal to the metal, you swerve out of the way and find your way to safety off the road. The sudden increase in speed shocks Erica, causing her throat muscles to clamp around your cock, making you feel so good that you break your limit and cum violently down her throat. As you finish your release, you free your hold on her hair, allowing her to finally come up for air. A powerful coughing streak is the first thing to escape her mouth as she fights to regain her composure, a thick concoction of cum, saliva, and phlegm dripping from her lips and chin.

"Jesus fucking Christ, John..." Erica manages to say after a moment of recovery, slouching in her seat as she takes a heavy breath. "What the hell were you thinking..?"

"I...I may have gotten in over my head just a bit there," you admit with a small laugh and a sigh of relief. "Fuck if that wasn't an amazing orgasm, though."

"Well, I'm glad it felt good, but don't go endangering your little cumslut's life like that again," Erica pleads with you, visibly more distraught than you. Then again, considering she was the one with a cock shoved so far down her throat she couldn't even breathe, that's understandable. "Don't get me wrong, I want to make you cum, but not if it involves nearly killing us..."

"Sorry, sorry," you apologize, steadying your hands on the wheel and pulling the car out of the alleyway you veered into. "I'll be more careful."

By the time you're at the next intersection, your balls are empty and Erica is cleaning your soft dick and everything around it with her mouth. Given what just happened, there was a bigger mess than usual, though you could get used to this sort of clean up routine becoming a regular thing. It only strengthens the feeling of ownership.

By the time you park in Erica's parking space in your apartment's garage lot, Erica has come twice from fingering herself on the way home—the first time, you instructed her to please yourself, exercising "worry" that she would get bored. The second time was all of her own accord with what little free will she had left.

Your loyal slut wrapped tightly around your arm with a smile as you hold her hand, you head upstairs to your apartment's door as you pull your keys out of your pocket. You're not sure if Anna's here yet; she lives a very short walk away, so the lack of her car in the garage lot isn't enough to definitively say she hasn't arrived yet. Slowly, you open the door...