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good-sized balls. Suddenly, she genuinely wanted to suck it, to feel the lovely thickness in her mouth, to work eagerly and obediently on his prick.
    As she sucked and Berner began to moan, her fantasies turned to exploit the full potential of the situation. Maybe she should be stripped naked and fucked over the desk. It would be nice to be beaten first; to have his belt taken to her plump white bottom, then forced to suck him again, and finally to have him use her vagina, rough and hard until she was moaning and begging for it. Perhaps he’d even put it up her bottom, not bothering to ask, but just casually bum-shagging her while he smoked his filthy cigarette with one hand and carelessly fondled her tits with the other. Yes, that would be perfect: beaten and then buggered by a man who just took her as if it was something to do for a laugh.
    Berner put one of his hands on the back of Susan’s head and twisted a handful of hair into his fist. His cock was rock-solid in her mouth, a hard rod of flesh on which he was pulling her face slowly up and down, controlling her as he fucked her mouth. He pulled clear, then put the tip of his cock against her lips. She pursed them obligingly, letting him penetrate her mouth and slide it in until it was squashed to the very back of her throat and she started to gag.
    ‘That’s good,’ he sighed, once more starting the same action.
    Susan let her fantasy run, although determined to give him only what he had asked for and nothing more. Despite that, she sneaked one hand between her legs to surreptitiously stroke her pussy through her jeans, rubbing the swollen lips and sending little thrills through her body. As he started to grunt and thrust his hips she knew he was approaching orgasm. Despite her mounting pleasure, she still didn’t want him to come in her mouth. She tried to pull back, but was held steady by the fist in her hair. His cock jerked and suddenly her mouth was full of salty sperm. He let go and Susan pulled back, only to receive a second jet of seed all over her breasts. She reluctantly swallowed his copious emission.
    ‘Oh, Susie, you fucking gorgeous little tart,’ he rasped as he hit the peak of his orgasm.
    She slumped back, looking down at her splashed boobs, and aware that it was also on her chin. ‘Dirty bastard!’ she managed. ‘I told you not to!’
    ‘Ah, you love it!’ Berner said as he relaxed back into the chair. ‘Fuck me, but that was good. Do you want to come? You can do it in front of me if you like.’
    ‘No thank you,’ Susan answered pointedly, although she actually needed her own orgasm quite badly. Berner was just too arrogant, and she knew that if she let go and masturbated in front of him it would just make him all the more cock-sure. ‘Could you just pass me a tissue?’
    Berner obliged, and then pulled his chair towards the computer. Susan moved to let him closer to it, and then stood up, doing her best to clean up while he tapped at the keyboard. By the time she was doing her blouse back up, he had found the information she wanted.
    ‘Sowerby, Alan,’ he said. ‘Died of liver failure brought on by amanitin poisoning, whatever that is. August twenty-four. No suspicious circumstances, no case.’
    ‘Is that it?’ Susan demanded.
    ‘Yup,’ Berner answered with a smug grin. ‘Like you said, it didn’t take a second.’
    ‘Did you know that all along?’
    ‘Yup.’
    ‘You bastard!’
    ‘Oh, come on Sue,’ Berner laughed, ‘don’t tell me your panties aren’t damp.’
    ‘You…’ Susan began and trailed off. It was pointless remonstrating with him, and he was right, anyway, her panties were very damp indeed. ‘Okay, fair enough.’
    ‘I’ll see you out,’ Berner offered, getting to his feet.
    ‘Don’t bother,’ Susan replied, ‘especially as you’d probably want another blow-job for making the effort.’
    ‘Any time you like, love.’
    Susan left the police station in a mixture of rage and frustrated