Ron Wolter, jacking his own cock in his hand, so taken was he with the erotic scene of the beautiful girl's degradation, watched her begin to shiver with the approach of her second orgasm. Her juices ran freely down her inner thighs as Cleophas' scrotum, swaying with the weight of his giant balls, swung up and under her, colliding with her soft underbelly at the apex of each stroke. The giant, veiny, black shaft began to swell even larger, if that were possible, and suddenly Cleophas roared as his climax broke over him.
Cherie cried out as her second, greater, orgasm thundered through her and she felt her delicate vagina stretched to the splitting point as Cleophas' great cock swelled, throbbed and jerked inside her, the pent up, sperm-rich semen pouring out of him in waves into her vanquished, grateful cunt. The liquid sound of their fucking then became louder as he spurted into her endlessly, filling her from cervix to cunthole with his hot, sticky cum. Again and again, his cock spewed, firing great bullets of creamy cum that spattered against the back wall of her vagina and filled it to the brim. Herb saw the combination of female secretions and male spunk burst from around the tightly gripping rim of her pussy and ooze out, running in rivulets down her inner thighs to the sheets beneath her and dripping in a slow-motion white waterfall to the mattress between her knees.
Cleophas went on jerking, coming, and spurting for a full half-minute, filling her full, then falling to the side, pulling her with him, his throbbing, hard cock still sheathed in her pulsating pussy. Cherie kept her eyes closed, afraid to open them and see the reproach in Herb's eyes, so she waited for her breathing to return to normal while Cleophas' rock-hard penis remained gripped in her cunt's loving, silken grasp. She lay there quietly with the man's hot body pressed against her back, quiescent and contented in sexual satiation, but fearful of what Herb might do now.
Herb stood there, taken by her beauty yet furious that she had let herself get caught up in Cleophas' lust. He had brought her along so tenderly and now here she was already rutting like a mare in heat with a man whose cock was the size of a horse's. Shaking his head, he waited a while, watching the pearlescent cream dribble out of her well-fucked cunthole, trying not to hate her for the blow she had dealt his monumental ego.
Let her lie in her cum-soaked bed, he thought, turning away. "When your little pussy cools down, don't forget to be on time for work," he said, before going out and slamming the door behind him.
Cherie winced at the sound of the door, but she was unable to move for a good quarter hour. Finally, her sense of duty won over her pleasant lethargy and she began to get up, reluctant to go down and face Herb, and Diane, and her beloved Ron. Her body had betrayed her and now she was going to have to pay the price of her weakness.
But before she could pull her sucking vagina clear of the man's gut-filling penis, Cleophas' hand grasped her wrist and pulled her back, and she gasped as she came back down on the shaft and felt it spreading her insides open again. Pulling it free again and then looming over her, he palmed one of her delicious breasts and threw his leg across hers, his knee pushing between hers.
"You didn't think I was going to let you get away that easy after you turned me on like this," he said, his breath hot on her cheek, his dark eyes burning into her. "We haven't done it face to face yet."
"But it's time for work. Herb will be angry."
"Let him wait," Cleophas scoffed. "Everybody's going to know about us anyway. Might as well enjoy it."
"But…"
"No buts," he said, slotting himself between her moist thighs. His huge cock pressed against her soft belly and she winced at the thought that something so large had been inside her and was again seeking entry to her tender channel. He wrapped his hand around the shaft, hard as ever, and directed it into her flooded cunthole, sinking it in deep as she moaned with delight. Once again, he began fucking her while she followed him, at first reluctantly, then eagerly, her legs gradually lifting high in the air on each side of his humping hips while the fire once again began to rage in her cock-addicted vagina. There was just no stopping herself as she bucked and twisted her whiteness up against the man's powerfully-muscled dark body. His full round buttocks rose and plunged down, hollowing as they pushed the huge trunk-like staff completely home each time.
Ron dried the tears he had let run down his face and turned from the sight of his beloved in the arms of the black man. It was time for work and he had no desire to be late.
An hour and a half late, Cleophas and Cherie entered the conference room while all those present stared silently at them. Diane's face reflected utter hate and loathing for Cherie and her black lover and sitting there under the reproachful glare of the boss and her beloved Ron Wolter while Cleophas shot her intermittent leers of lust and triumph was almost more than she could bare. But Cherie controlled her reactions well enough not to go running out of the conference room, controlled herself much better than she had when this morning's black lover had slid his mammoth penis into her pussy.
But it was hard to concentrate and she found herself making mistakes, asking Herb and the others to repeat the things they said to her. All too often, while Cleophas was looking elsewhere, she caught herself gazing at him, remembering the way he had made love to her, had spewed his virulent semen into her. She imagined that she could feel all the millions of tiny sperm swimming on their long journey through her womb and up her female tubes. It was with horror that she suddenly found herself sitting in a pool of the cum he had pumped into her pussy twice this morning. Her panties were soaked and her labia, rubbed raw by his fucking, and her inner thighs were slippery with it. She was glad to be wearing a navy blue skirt, for she knew there would be a broad wet spot on the back of it when she stood up and a lighter colour would have shown it to any casual glance. Her cheeks burned scarlet as she thought of sitting there full of Cleophas sperm with Herb and Ron watching her.
She caught Ron looking at her with an expression of injured sadness, and she wondered how he had found out so soon about her and Cleophas. The thought of his knowing about her infidelity was almost more than she could bear, and after a while she found it impossible to lift her eyes to look at Ron or Herb or Cleophas or Diane. Allison Cooper smiled in a friendly but knowing way, as did Vic Torres, and Cherie had to ask herself if everyone in the house had actually been looking through the window this morning while she had, oh dear, sexual intercourse with the big, strong Cleophas, and she again shivered at the thought that she had really done it with a black man, against all her inclinations and scruples.
But work went ahead and when they broke for lunch Cherie felt almost as if she would survive the day without a breakdown. Contrary to her usual habit of going to her bedroom for the lunch hour – she was afraid of who might visit her there – she went onto the terrace on the second floor overlooking the front entrance and great circular driveway. She found a chair at a table on the corner of that terrace and had the servant bring her a lemonade. There she sat, a warm breeze blowing up under her skirt and cooling her well-fucked and still-burning pussy.
While she was sitting there, a large car pulled up and stopped. She watched Herb walk out of the house to greet the driver, who got out and took his hand. She was a tall, beautiful redheaded woman with a statuesque body and long, long legs. Cherie thought she must be six feet tall. She was in black leather pants and a vest of the same material over a white, satin blouse. Giving Herb a warm and playful hug, she moved to the back door and opened it, and out bounded a huge dog. He was so large that for a moment Cherie did not know that it was a German Shepherd, for he was almost as big as a Great Dane. He was a magnificent animal, powerful and covered with a shiny, healthy coat and with a diamond-studded collar around his neck. Cherie could tell it was a male for he had enormous balls and when he pushed his nose against the shapely buttocks of his mistress, his great, red penis emerged in a quivering, excited state, fully as large as Herb's rampant cock which had given Cherie pleasure every night – until she had fallen victim to Cleophas' designs.