A Study in Shame by Lucy Salisbury Read Free Book Online

flirting and messing about when we both know what we want? And it doesn’t mean I wouldn’t like you to take me out to lunch tomorrow, but … but wouldn’t you like me to suck your cock, right now?’
    My face must have been the colour of a ripe cherry and he was staring at me as if I’d gone mad. Yet I’d said it, breaking every rule of propriety by making a direct offer of sex to a man I fancied, and beneath my blazing embarrassment there was a lot of pride. He wasn’t responding though, just gaping like a big red goldfish, so I took his hand and led him into the warehouse.
    It would have been a bit awkward if the place had been full of employees, because, however naughty I was being, I’d never have had the nerve to suck him off in front of his staff, any more than he’d have allowed me to do it. Fortunately, it was a Saturday and he was alone, allowing me to lead him in among the stacks of pallets and loose cases to where a small office stood to one side.
    Not a word was said. It didn’t need to be, not now that we both knew what was about to happen, and what I was really like. There were several chairs and a small couch, onto which I pushed him down, then got on my knees on the rough industrial carpet. Still he didn’t speak, perhaps realising that I needed to be on my knees, perhaps scared that he might break the spell.
    As I reached for his fly, I was praying he had something worthwhile for my mouth, although I’d have done it anyway and the bulge in the front of his trousers was more than a little promising. Sure enough, as I drew his zip down I could feel the broad solid bulge of what had to be an impressively big cock in the white boxer shorts beneath. I couldn’t help but purr as I burrowed in to pull it all free, his fat white cock and a huge pair of equally pale balls heavily grown with red hair.
    My mouth came open. I allowed myself one exquisite moment of shame-filled hesitation as I thought of what I was about to do, and then I’d taken him into my mouth. He gave a sharp grunt as I began to suck, with my tongue rubbing on the underside of his foreskin the way men like it best. Now there was no turning back, and no reason to be coy any more, with his cock swelling rapidly to the motion of my tongue and lips. I sat back, taking him in hand to masturbate him, my mouth curved into a sloppy smile as I broke the silence. ‘Would you like to see my breasts? I think a girl ought to have her breasts bare when she sucks a man’s cock, don’t you?’
    He gave a single urgent nod. I continued to play with his cock as I fumbled the buttons of my jacket open, releasing him only in order to shrug it down and off. My top followed, lifted over my boobs, bra and all, to leave myself bare to his gaze. His tongue flicked out to moisten his lips at the sight and I took him in hand again, stroking his balls and pulling at his shaft.
    ‘There we are, titties out. Do you like them?’
    Again he nodded, obviously not a great one for conversation, but his now stiff cock told me all I needed to know and it was turning me on to talk.
    ‘I can see you do, and I bet you like my pussy too. Did you come over what you saw? I bet you did, tugging on your lovely big cock while you remembered how you saw my pussy in the street, how you saw my bare cunt.’
    His cock was now a rigid pillar in my hand and he’d responded to my words with a low groan. I’d sucked enough cocks to be fairly sure he’d come after another couple of minutes once I got sucking again and I wanted my own climax with my mouth still full. As I took him back in, I was fumbling my trousers open, to push them down along with the panties beneath, baring my bottom to his gaze and my cunt to my own eager fingers. I began to suck harder, and to masturbate as I did it, lost in bliss for the feel of having a really big cock in my mouth as I knelt on the floor in front of the man I was sucking, tits out and busy with my dirty little cunt.
    We were going to make it