Outside her door he froze, staring at the floor while he listened for a repeat of that unmistakeable sound. He knew the sound for he had heard it from her before, when she was thrashing in a sexual frenzy in his arms. It was a moan of supreme pleasure, like a groan of tortured pain, and the voice was her own, clear, youthful soprano. What was she doing? Was she fingering herself, unfulfilled this morning? Herb pushed the painting on the wall aside and peered through the peephole.
Herb looked, rubbed his eyes to clear them, and looked again at the most surprising, lewd sight he had seen in a long time. Cherie was there in the dog position, gazing lovingly and passionately back over the grinding hump of her bottom at her black lover as he thrust the full length of his thick, ten-inch black cock into her open vagina. Cleophas' prick glistened with her thick juices as her tender, pink inner pussy flesh clung to it with each out-stroke and then vanished back inside each time pushed forward into her, again and again. Her buttocks were spread wide by the position of her legs and the wide, pinkish halo of her anus flashed up from between them, the innocent hole winking and twitching. Herb saw the black man use both hands to spread her ass wide and then one of his cunt-wettened thumbs sank inside her rectum as if she were some kind of white, human bowling ball. Her beautiful white ass was churning in that familiar way as Cleophas fucked her, plunging his black cock into her sucking cunt over and over again, the black shaft disappearing into her white flesh, then emerging, shining wetly, with a soft sucking sound. The bunched muscles of his black butt moved strongly forward and back, driving the great shaft, and his skin shone with sweat.
Herb ground his teeth in anger and disappointment that a second of his special girls had succumbed to the lure of Cleophas' giant cock, and he berated himself that he had purposely placed her in a position to see it. His scheme to seduce the lovely virginal secretary had back-fired and turned her into a slut, a slave to that awesome sexual instrument his associate strutted around with. He would not have believed that the prudish and lady-like young woman he had brought up here a few short days ago, who was so intelligent and competent in her job, should now be writhing and jerking like a bitch in heat, impaled on the black spike of Cleophas' penis. Her perfect, tight pussy would be ruined forever, stretched to the splitting point. Damn, but she was taking it all, the whole black length to the hilt, and enjoying the cunt-tearing girth that sliced through her loins like a hot knife through butter.
Cleophas reached forward, underneath the bucking girl's torso, and cupped his big, sinewy hands under her round, jiggling tits, and increased the speed of his fucking. Filled to brimming with desire and passion and pleasure, Cherie twisted her neck around and kissed his full lips, their tongues clashing and darting briefly to explore each other's mouths. Cherie's grunts and groans of needful passion tickled her lover's throat as she felt his cock enter her deeply.
Herb pushed the door open slowly and quietly walked in behind the happily copulating pair on the bed, stopping beside them and watching for a long moment while beads of sweat formed on his brow.
"What a dirty little bitch she's turned out to be!" Herb said, putting his hand on Cleophas' shoulder.
The black man straightened up with a grin without altering the speed or effectiveness of his thrusting. "She's the best," he gasped, feeling her cunt tighten around the root of his cock in alarm, and he saw her head twist around to see Herb standing there beside the bed. "It's the tightest, wettest, hottest cunt I've ever fucked," Cleophas commented breathily between the exertion of his powerful thrusts.
Cherie sobbed with shame at Cleophas' humiliating comments on the qualities of her pussy as he fucked it and at being caught in this position by her boss and first lover. She had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, so ashamed. Her hips froze for a moment as she tried to stop herself, but only for a moment. She found she could only groan futilely, unable to free her body from her bursting emotions and unable to stop its motions as it pursued the orgasm she knew was coming.
"Please, please, forgive me," Cherie groaned, resuming her lascivious movements. "It wasn't my fault. I didn't know it was him," she gasped, punching backward with her hips with each word she uttered. "Oh! Oh, oh, oh, I can't stop myself," she panted in a high, guttural voice. Her head dropped forward and her rich blonde hair covered her face as she gave herself up to the joy of the big cock in her cunt. Her elbows were on the mattress now, her face between her forearms as her bottom stuck up high behind her, the asscheeks parted widely and her asshole beckoning. Herb wet his index finger in his mouth and pushed it into her back passage, feeling the swollen knob of Cleophas' cock shuttling back and forth in her tender love channel. Her muscles gripped the finger spasmodically as her body began shaking with her first orgasm and she tried to stifle her scream of release against the mattress.
"What a pussy, what a pussy!" Cleophas grated. "I could fuck it all day. Think I will." And Cherie squealed in shame as the man spoke so openly about her most intimate charms, biting her fist even as she flexed her thighs, fucking her vagina solidly back on the battering ram the black man was pounding into her.
"Best pussy in the world," Herb agreed, pulling his finger from her asshole with a teasing twist in a way that made her shiver with pleasure. He bent down so his face was close to hers, and he said, "Cherie, you're a slut, you know. A hot-cunted, big-titted little slut. You could have had it good with me, but you had to chase after Cleophas and his big, black cock, didn't you."
Cherie, blushing bright red over the sex-flush that mantled her cheeks, sobbed, "Please, Mr. Melville, Herb, it wasn't my fault. He came to me while I was asleep. I didn't know. Don't you understand?"
The older man sneered. "You expect me to believe that? I come in here and find you fucking him like a bitch in heat, your fat little ass up in the air. Prove it to me that you didn't want his cock. Go on. Stop shoving your cunt back and forth over his big, black cock."
Cherie looked up at him and stopped the back-thrusting of her hips. It worked for just a second and then her ass hesitantly resumed its back and forth pushing and pulling. She groaned, trying even to slow her movements a bit, and then with a sob of frustration and shame, she allowed her hips to follow their own rhythm, now even faster than before, her vagina slurping noisily over the veiny, glistening black cudgel of Cleophas huge, rigid penis.
Herb pulled her face to his and kissed her red mouth, and in her state of arousal, she kissed him back, as she felt Cleophas behind her increase the tempo and depth of his fuck-strokes.
"I understand now," Melville said, "that this is all you're good for, dog-fucking."
Herb straightened up and stood back to watch Cleophas taking his pleasure. The big black man was grinding against her sweaty, up-raised buttocks with a wild urgency. The action of his penis in Cherie's vagina had whipped up her secretions into a froth that collected in a white, fluffy ring around the base of his shaft, his balls, and her fat labia. Cleophas wiped it away and dried his hands on her sweat-sheened hips, but with the busy action of his cock in her cunt whipping up her juices the froth soon gathered again. The frenzied rearward bucking of the girl's hips was a poetry of lustful motion as her vagina greedily devoured the enormous black shaft, the tender, pink inner lining of her pussy drawing out, clinging to it on the out-stroke, then vanishing inside her on the in-stroke as he slammed the cock back inside her to the hilt, all but knocking the breath out of her as he penetrated her to her very womb.