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"So nice to see you back, Joyce," Dexter Burns said. "You look fine.
Hope you had a nice vacation?"
Joyce looked at his smiling face. How much did he know? She couldn't
tell. "Yes," she said. "Thank you."
"Good," Burns said. "Say, Joyce, would you come into my office for a
moment? Something I'd like to talk about."
"All right." She rose and followed him. Her legs felt weak. He took her
into his office and closed the door. Then he locked it.
He sat behind his desk and looked at her for a moment. He looked at her
body. He didn't invite her to sit down.
"I believe we have a mutual friend," Burns said. "Alex Trifford. Do you
know him?"
"Yes," she said. "I know him."
"He told me--" Burns cleared his throat. "He said that--"
"I know what he told you," Joyce said in a dull voice. "Just tell me
what you want."
Burns sat back in his chair. "Well," he said, his small eyes bright with
anticipation. "Why don't you start by taking off your clothes for me, Joyce."
"All right," Joyce said. And she did.
"Well, now," Burns said softly, when she stood naked before him. "Isn't
that something. But say, they marked you up a bit, didn't they?"
"Yes," Joyce said.
"Tell me what they did to you."
"Oh, god," she said wearily. "Isn't my body enough?"
Burns's eyes narrowed. "Alex said you'd be cooperative."
She bit her lip. "I'm sorry," she said. "I will be. What do you want to
know?"
"It'll keep," he said shortly. "Turn around."
She turned.
"You have a great ass, Joyce. I always loved looking at your ass,
walking around here. It's even better than I imagined. I want that ass, Joyce. I
want to fuck it. I want to fuck you in the ass."
She took a shuddering breath. "All right," she said.
Burns rose and unzipped his fly. "Bend over the desk," he said hoarsely.
"Right here, that's it. Lean over, all the way. Oh, that's beautiful. That's
just fantastic."
She was bent forward over the hard edge of his desk, her legs apart, her
buttocks thrust invitingly up and out, her breasts flattened against the desk's
surface. Burns came up behind her, his hands touching those buttocks, kneading
them, then pulling them apart to expose her tight anus. Stepping up against her,
he adjusted his cock at the entrance to that small hole, then began to push
himself forcibly and inexorably inside her.
She gritted her teeth to keep from crying out too loudly, but his brutal
plundering of her unready asshole brought a series of moans and pained whimpers
from her writhing lips.
"God, that's great!" Burns grunted, as he thrust more deeply into her.
"Oh, Christ! It's fabulous! Oh, shit, I've been dreaming about this ever since
you came here!" His steady lunges crushed her hips against the sharp edge of the
desk. Tears of pain and of hatred, both for him and for herself, dropped from
her eyes onto the hard wooden surface.
"Now," Burns rasped, when he had lodged himself fully inside her narrow
passage, and had begun to fuck her with a steady, relentless movement. "Now you
can tell me what they did to you. That should get me off, all right. Come on,
tell me."
Gaspingly, between sobs and pauses for breath, Joyce described some of
the things the men had done to her. She told him about the frying pan, about the
coffee, about the things she had to do with them and their friends. She didn't
say anything about Lisa, or about Collins; she didn't know how much Burns knew,
or how much she could tell him without incurring Trifford's wrath. But what she
told him was quite enough to add to his excitement, and as she spoke his breath
came harder and his movements speeded up.
"Fantastic!" he grunted, his hands digging into the flesh of her hips.
"I'm going to come now, Joyce, I'm going to come right up into your belly." He
was pounding at her now. "Hey, Joyce?" When she didn't answer immediately, he
whacked her hip hard with the flat of his hand. "Joyce?"
"What?"
"After I come, I guess you can clean me off, right? With your mouth.
Right, Joyce?"
Her voice was strained, but audible. "All right," she said.
He laughed, and with a loud, savage grunt he gave one final shove of his
hips and spurted his passion up inside her.
When, after taking a moment to catch his breath, he pulled away from
her, she slid down to her knees on the floor in front of him, and she took his
soiled cock into her mouth, and she cleaned him off.
"That was marvelous!" Burns said, still a bit breathless. "You can get
dressed now, Joyce. But I guess we'll be doing this again, right? I guess I've
got a kind of power over you myself now, don't I? I guess as long as I stay on
Trifford's good side, I can have you any time I want. Like tomorrow. How about
it, Joyce?"
"You'd better check with Alex," Joyce said flatly. "He's the pimp, after
all."
