Clete felt he could no longer postpone his ejaculation, felt he must finally allow them both release, when the front door in the outer office opened. DesirЋe's eyes opened wider but her freely-moving body did not pause in its movements until she saw with her cloudy eyes as Mark stepped in and looked around. She stopped her bouncing bottom for a moment only, then resumed her fucking, the breath bursting in her bosom. She had to come! They both had to come and they couldn't stop now for anything.
DesirЋe wondered if he could see her there in the darker room, moving like a rutting animal with Clete plunging into her cunt from behind. Clete never stopped for a moment. For him, this was the apex of revenge on his hated enemy, fucking the seduced wife on the other side of a pane of glass while Mark looked around for him.
The big, black lust-filled sheriff slowed his fuck-strokes into DesirЋe's gripping pussy and he heard her moan as her race to climax slowed as well. Mark stopped, appearing to have heard the sound, stared at the half-shut venetian blinds toward the origin of the sound. The girl, breathing heavily, froze in horror, but couldn't stop from rotating her cunt sensuously on the thick spit of Clete's cock. Spellbound, Clete held her hips still, hoping the young husband would not detect the shape or movement of his bride having sex with the sheriff in the next office. Clete knew he should go to the front office and speak with the councillor but he could not stand to draw his aching cock from the sweet warmth of DesirЋe's hot vagina. It belonged in there and would not come out.
Both of the fucking couple watched trembling while Mark stared long at the glass, wondering if he saw movement, and if he did, whether he could discern it.
Mark stood in the outer office. He thought he had heard a woman's voice beyond the glass and he strained his eyes to detect movement. Where was Clete? Was he out on the hunt, or was he in back? Beyond the counter, the door to the back office was ajar. Did the black man know he was here? If he did, he must know that it was important. Mark did not make frequent trips to the station as Clete had never been a friend, and his own conscience at having had sex with his fiancЋe made him feel unsure about speaking with him at any time. Now it was worse, for he had just promised Nancy to see her very, very often on very, very intimate terms.
Clete started fucking DesirЋe again, restraining his animal grunts and groans, revelling in the heightened feelings of pleasure she was giving him after the brief rest. Her pussy was sucking audibly at his meaty shaft and her anus gripped his finger tightly. His eyes still on Mark, he sped the rhythm of his fucking thrusts, then squeezed a second finger into DesirЋe's asshole as her hips churned needfully.
DesirЋe had tried to stop but her feelings carried her on. She had to come! She couldn't stop now, not after what she'd been through, all the hurt of Mark's attitude toward her of late. Her body was acting of its own accord. She wanted to die. It was wildly disgusting that she should be committing adultery with this black man that she had loathed while watching her own beloved husband pacing in the office just beyond the glass. Stop! Run! Confess! Tell him about your wickedness and beg his forgiveness!
But sweet DesirЋe's hips kept moving, shoving her burning vagina back on Clete's massive cock, sheathing it again and again in her feminine warmth. No, let it never stop!
Clete felt himself beginning to come and he expertly brought DesirЋe along with him, angling the tip of his cock toward her cervix where he planned to deposit his virile, life-giving seed. He felt it coming, just twenty or thirty more strokes, and the girl beneath him was bucking wildly, her moans spilling unchecked from her full, red lips.
Mark heard it, heard Clete's groans, heard the girl's gasps of overwhelming passion as the battering ram of Clete's black cock hammered wetly through her inhibitions and all she held dear and sacred. Her sweet cunt was no longer her own, no longer the private property of her beloved husband, but now free for the use of the evil, black sheriff.
Mark listened, heard the panting, the wet smackings of sex, but without associating the sounds with what they really represented. To him it was just that Clete must be back there, perhaps talking to some woman. Well, he could be interrupted for a really important matter like this, the finishing off of the dog pack that had brought about Nancy Pace's downfall. He walked through the gap in the counter and pushed open the door to the back office.
And froze. It was really a sight to behold. Clete, teeth bared in a rictus of orgasmic release, his giant black cock plunging animalistically into the delicate, pink pussy of a round-assed, big-titted blonde. From where he stood in shock, he could not see the girl's face, his view of her above the neck obscured by the door jamb, but Clete was not letting Mark's presence slow him down at all as he shafted the lovely body bent over the desk before him, two of his dark brown fingers stretching her tiny asshole.
Clete saw Mark standing in the doorway, frozen in an embarrassed position, his hand extended before him. It was too late for Clete to take evasive action. His cock was throbbing, exploding with the joy of his climax while DesirЋe's quaking cunt clamped wetly down on it, receiving the heavy load of virulent sperm that began to erupt up from his swinging balls. Jamming the spouting head against her innocent cervix, Clete held it there, bathing the entrance of her womb with his hot juice and teeming millions of tiny, wriggly sperm. With a growl he held his cock there for a moment, then began making the last pleasurable thrusts of his orgasm into the girl's exploding belly.
He stopped, holding his cock buried in DesirЋe's cunt, plugging her hole to keep the sperm up inside her. Wearily, he looked at the shocked councillor.
"Do you mind, man?" Clete said irritatedly. "I'm fucking."
"I-I'm sorry, Clete," Mark stammered. "I d-didn't know."
"Well, give me a while will you?"
"Yeah, yeah, sure," Mark said quickly. "Sorry, I…"
"Yeah, okay. Just give me a minute to get my shit together."
Mark backed out, not wanting to see the girl's face. He had already seen too much, and he didn't want to know. "I'll come back in a half-hour. That all right?"
"Close the door behind you." Clete growled, and collapsed over DesirЋe's sweat-slickened body, his two fingers still locked in her asshole while his huge cock softened very slowly in her cunt, contentedly draining the last of his thick, rich semen into her.
They stayed like that for a long time, the sheriff's black penis, limp but still huge, damming the flow of his cum in DesirЋe's pussy while it soaked into the raw, tingling walls of her insides. Clete's eyes searched the beauty of her pink flesh, flushed with the glow of sex. Her face turned sideways on the desk, was quiescent and contented for a long time. Then, gradually, he felt her begin to shake with grief. One hand covered her face and the tears flowed onto the table.
"What have I done?" she moaned. "Oh, what have I done?"
Clete moved off her, rolled her over and cupped his hands over her shaking tits. "What's wrong? Don't you love me, Dez?"
DesirЋe sat up, trying to cover her nakedness, way too late. She picked up her wrinkled dress, and turning her back to him, slipped into it. She turned without looking at him, her tearful gaze directed at the floor.
"Dez!" he insisted.
She looked up, her sad eyes guarded. "I love Mark," she said in a small voice. "Only Mark, and I've betrayed him terribly." Her face dissolved into the most heart-rending sight of grief Clete had ever seen, and now that his lust was sated, it touched even his hard heart. Her tears flowed down her lovely cheeks and the sheriff found himself rushing to comfort her. He tried without words, but only found that her tears were soaking his bulging pectorals. He hurried to the bathroom, looking for a Kleenex, searched desperately until he found the box, and brought it back to her.