Then she had discovered she was pregnant, something she could not hide from her mother for long. The shame had worsened her mother's condition and it had been a difficult remaining seven months for her, but Ron had stuck by her, secretly proud that he had been the one to father the child. He stayed closely by her until the birth, until he saw the baby and knew instantly, as she did, that the baby belonged to Cleophas. The shock had been too much for her mother, and Cherie had had to put her into psychiatric care, the bills for which were staggering.
Herb had advanced her the money, making her give her promise to repay him when she had recovered from the birth. She had done that well. Her body showed not the slightest sign of having gone through pregnancy and birth. She cared lovingly for the little girl and received frequent visits from Cleophas, who came once a week or so to see the baby, he said, but Cherie thought that it was more out of a desire to have wild sex with the baby's lovely young mother.
Ron, however, had left immediately after the birth, vanished, before she was even out of the hospital. The word had been that he was working overseas for the company and Cherie had agonized for months at not hearing from him. Until just last night.
Cherie, now beautifully and voluptuously naked, slipped into the cool sheets of the bed. The man, still humming, came out of the bathroom. He was naked, paunchy, thin of hair, and about sixty. His massive cock reared its head immediately he saw her face, but he continued humming as he got into the bed, uncovered her body and began playing with her nipples and warm hairy cunt.
Last night, Ron had called her and they had had a long talk. He was in Europe and would be returning in a few weeks. He had apologised for leaving her and said he wanted to make it up to her, to resume their relationship and think of a future. He could accept the baby, Marie Ann, and they would do their best to make things normal between them. And then she could concentrate on getting back on the track to medical school.
The humming old man was pushing his fingers carefully in and out of her moistening pussy and Cherie let her thighs open widely of their own volition. This was her assignment. Public relations, Herb called it. More like pubic relations. It was a financial necessity for her. And her body craved it; she had come to need regular sex and she supposed that these occasional business-related encounters would have to do. Cleophas was a fantastic lover, but he did not come to her often enough. Besides, she resented him, disliked him. He had caused all her problems and he came and went without a by-your-leave. Ron would soon be back with her and she would tell Cleophas – and that monstrous cock that stretched her poor tender cunt to the limits – to stay away.
Herb had brought a new, young secretary in to his office and was now living with her, and she was expecting a baby. That's the way he had wanted it to be with Cherie, he had told her at the end of the week in the mountains last year, but she had blown her chances when she had had sex with Cleophas. Cherie did not feel really sad about that. She decided that living with Herb would not really be to her liking on a personal level. For making love, yes, but for a one-to-one relationship, she preferred a younger man, most preferably Ron Wolter. Still, there was the week at the mansion in the mountains coming up next weekend…
The old hummer mounted her and she lifted her knees while he fumbled with his cock. She felt it stretch her enormously and sink inside her to an incredible depth and he stopped humming and began sighing. Cherie felt her vagina heating and secreting its natural, passionate juices, easing the way for the man's steadily ramming cock. It felt so good. It always did. Things would be normal for her soon when Ron came back to her, and maybe he, on his high salary and shares of the business, would help her and she wouldn't need to do this job for Herb just to keep her life together.
Maybe not.
A sheen of sweat broke out over Cherie's perfect skin and she looked up at the old man's craggy, wrinkled face. His cock was huge and she soon forgot about the three warts on it; they heightened her pleasure as the abnormally-shaped knob rammed up and back in her sizzling, tight vagina. And suddenly, Cherie felt a deep, passionate love for this old man whose name she could not remember, like the flash of love she felt for all the scores of men who had fucked her since she had gone back to work for Herb – when they gave her these incredible orgasms. She writhed and squirmed with passion, thrusting her hips up at him, fucking and being fucked by this nameless man, her body tingling and screaming for release, a release she felt coming even as this old man was coming, inside her, flooding her hot cunt, now. Now. Now! Now!
Cherie arched her back, her legs lifting her skewered loins high off the mattress, his saggy scrotum and huge balls flopping again and again between her parted asscheeks. Cherie's voice rose, groaning out her pleasure as she felt his cum flooding into her in a white, sticky flow, coming now.
Coming now!