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the buttons of her union suit. He watched, his eyes feasting on her body as it was revealed, one big dirty hand moving slowly back and forth on his already swollen cock shaft. She spread out her dress to dry, but when she put her fingers to the shoulder straps of her union suit she felt suddenly far more vulnerable, so that it took all her willpower to do as she’d agreed and shrug it down, then off. She stepped free, to stand naked but for her shoes, stockings, hat and gloves.
    She’d begun to shiver, not from cold but from being naked in front of him, and, although it made no sense, she knew that if she stripped off completely she would feel more vulnerable still. Besides, his cock was now a rigid pole in his hand, with a fat, purple helmet popping in and out of his leathery foreskin as he played with himself. It obviously needed sucking, but the thought of taking it in her mouth was barely tolerable. She hesitated, unsure whether she should complete her strip, go down on her knees and take the awful thing in her mouth, as she had promised, or run.
    ‘Turn around,’ he said. ‘Let’s see that little sit-upon.’
    Stephanie did as she was told, grateful for the delay, turning slowly round to show him her bare bottom and back. He began to pull faster, rolling his foreskin vigorously back and forth over a helmet now so swollen it looked fit to burst. Wondering if she could make him do it in his hand and so spare herself the supreme indignity, Stephanie repeated the manoeuvre, this time sticking her bottom out a little, the way Freddie was always trying to persuade her to.
    ‘Oh, you little angel,’ the drayman grunted, now hammering at his cock. ‘Do that again … only more … show that little cunt …’
    Her face feeling as if it was about to catch fire, Stephanie obeyed, pulling her back in and pushing her bottom out to let him peek at the rear view of her quim. Her cheeks were open wide, showing off the tight little hole between. He grunted, apparently no longer able to speak. His face was the same rich purple as his straining helmet. Stephanie smiled, batted her eyelids and gave a little wiggle of her bottom, but saw that he was beckoning frantically at her.
    She said a rude word under her breath, but it was all too easy to imagine him refusing to help if she didn’t go through with it. She stepped close and dropped to her knees in the warm, soft grass in front of him. She caught the scent of his cock, intensely masculine but more like a bull or a boar pig than any of the men she knew, rich and musky and horribly strong, but also compelling. Before she knew it she was leaning forward, her mouth agape, and as he pushed down his cock she took it in her mouth.
    Something inside her seemed to give. The tears welled from her eyes and began to trickle down her face even as she sucked earnestly on his erection, doing her best to pleasure him though she didn’t understand why. For the first time in her life she had a man’s penis in her mouth, something she had never even imagined doing, something so rude, so utterly unsuitable that it made her whole body burn with shame. What made it infinitely worse was her desperate need to touch herself between her thighs.
    Sobbing and gulping on the drayman’s penis, her body shivering until her tits shook and her bottom cheeks quivered, the tears streaming hot and angry down her face, Stephanie sucked. One hand went to his balls, a gesture she had never intended, the other to his shaft, and she was fondling the bulbous wrinkly sack and tugging on him at the same time, barely conscious of what she was doing, appalled by her own behaviour, but performing with ever-rising enthusiasm, until the drayman at last gave a deep groan and jammed himself deep.
    Stephanie’s eyes popped and her cheeks bulged as his enormous, bloated helmet was rammed down her gullet. She felt his stuff explode into the back of her throat, which went into violent, uncontrollable contractions. A great gout