Chapter 6

In the two days that followed, Cherie kept mainly to herself when her secretarial skills were not in demand in the conference room. She took long walks in the afternoon by herself when Herb allowed her the time off. But on her afternoon walk on Saturday, the day before the junket was due to end, Diablo followed her into the woods, treading along beside her faithfully.

Faithfully, that was until he began to sniff at the nubile aroma coming from between her legs and then he became quite insistent, so insistent that she found it necessary in order to keep from being savaged to kneel down in the bed of fallen leaves on the forest floor and allow him to mount her while she held the crotch-band of her panties to the side to facilitate the penetration of his cock into her cunt. At first she loathed it, but as he stroked faster and deeper, her pussy began to recall the feelings of the day before and she lost all control of herself, twisting, bucking, and moaning on all fours in the woods as the bestial fucking in Vanessa's room replayed itself.

That same night Cleophas paid her a discreet visit in her room and used his own giant cock to again bring her to the heights of ecstasy. She was all past resisting his intentions, for she knew it would be easier and more pleasant to humor him and wait for the freedom she would have on after Sunday when the weekend in the mountains was finished. With Cleophas that night she allowed herself the luxury of responding to his hands, mouth, and penis, wrapping her arms and legs around him, kissing him hungrily, and urging him on with passionate words, allowing to slip much to the surprise of them both a few obscenities while his black cudgel shuttled back and forth wetly in her boiling pussy, and crying out joyously when his hot, white cream flooded her to overflowing.

Just one more day and she would no longer be at the mercy of all these dirty people who wanted to use her for their own pleasure and use their own positions of power, both business and physical, to subjugate her. Back in town, she would be her own woman, would do her job at the company so well, so efficiently, that she would be able to stand there on her own merits and not just as pleasure object for the executives. She would quietly melt into the background of the steno pool, never mention this shameful week in the mountains to the other girls, never discuss the things that went on, the things that happened, the things that she had allowed to be done to her. If she could stand to, she would go back to her life of sexual abstinence, a little wiser and more experienced, but would put all this behind her and try to forget it, hoping that some decent man could overlook what she had done and be a good husband to her and father children by her.

She had one regret however, one question mark in her mind, and that was Ron Wolter. Obviously he knew that she had slept with Herb several times, and also with Cleophas. Would he be able to forget that and would he somehow wish to continue and more normal relationship with her? If he would, she would be happy to grant him any sexual favors he desired. Indeed, that would be a joy to her as well.

But he had been avoiding her for the last two days, his face wearing a faintly hurt expression, his eyes never looking directly into hers. She knew he knew about the awful things or at least some of them that she had done, and it tore her up inside and filled her with shame, so that she couldn't find the courage to approach him and talk to him.

Sunday morning dawned, the last day of the time in the mountains, and it had been announced that it would not be a working day but rather an end of week party, a "wrap party", as they called them in Hollywood.

Cherie had a hearty breakfast in her room, brought by Tony, the young Italian servant, and then she dressed in her light chiffon dress that fell to just two inches above her shapely knees. Brushing her hair into a sweeping coiffure, she steeled herself to face the group of colleagues who were probably all talking about her escapades with Cleophas. It crossed her mind that, if Vanessa had been indiscreet, they would all know about her and Diablo as well, but she didn't worry too much about that for she trusted the older girl.

When she arrived in the conference room, she found the furniture completely changed. The great table was gone as were the chairs that had surrounded it, to be replaced by several large, comfortable-looking sofas and a large-screen television set. Bottles of champagne sat tantalizingly in buckets of ice and Tony was pouring the drinks and serving them as fast as he could.

A drink was thrust into Cherie's hand and she sipped at it while waiting for someone to speak to her. Presently Herb approached her.

"How are you this morning, darling?" he asked. "I hope you slept well."

"Until I woke up," she said vaguely, not remembering when Cleophas had arisen and walked quietly out of the room to go to his own.

"Are you ready to enjoy yourself, my darling?" Herb said, sliding his arm around her waist and sweeping her over to one of the couches to sit down beside him.

What was all this darling stuff? she asked herself. There was something about his mannerisms that caused her to distrust him. Docilely, she allowed herself to be seated close next to him and his arm encircled her shoulders. Everyone was laughing and talking, drinking and munching hors d'oeuvres. Cleophas was talking to an attentive Diane Layne again, the black man running his fingertips along the girls waist while she lightly rubbed her breast against his side. Ron Wolter was talking to Allison Cooper, and Sue Midori was talking to Sam Wilson, Vic Torres, and Morey Moore, the balding operative from public relations and advertising. There was another couple of men whom Cherie had never seen before, one old and white-haired who appeared to be near seventy, and another man who was grossly fat over three hundred pounds, Cherie judged with a totally bald, round head and a huge cigar sticking out of his face.

Cherie sipped her champagne quietly while Herb, his hand draped over her shoulder, gently fingered her breast. She didn't like his doing that in front of everyone, but it seemed that no one was really paying attention to them. All eyes glanced toward the TV screen when the movie started. It showed an actor whom Cherie had never seen before knocking on the door of a nice home and being answered by a stunning, big-breasted blonde in a short skirt, also an actress unknown to Cherie. From the way the two of them delivered their lines, Cherie could see why they were not well-known actors and that the film itself was a low-budget production.

In the two days that followed, Cherie kept mainly to herself when her services were not in demand in the conference room. She took long walks in the afternoon by herself when Herb allowed her the time off. But on her afternoon walk on Saturday, the day before the junket was due to end, Diablo followed her into the woods, treading along beside her faithfully.

Faithfully, that was until he began to sniff at the nubile aroma coming from between her legs and then he became quite insistent, so insistent that she found it necessary in order to keep from being savaged to kneel down in the bed of fallen leaves on the forest floor and allow him to mount her while she held the crotch-band of her panties to the side to facilitate the penetration of his penis into her rapidly heating vagina.

That same night Cleophas paid her a discreet visit in her room and used his own giant cock to bring her to the heights of ecstasy. She was all past resisting his intentions, for she knew it would be easier and more pleasant to humor him and wait for the freedom she would have on after Sunday when the weekend in the mountains was finished. With Cleophas that night she allowed herself the luxury of responding to his hands, mouth, and penis, wrapping her arms and legs around him, kissing him hungrily, and urging him on with passionate words, allowing to slip much to the surprise of them both a few obscenities while his black cudgel shuttled back and forth wetly in her boiling pussy, and crying out joyously when his hot, white cream flooded her to overflowing.

Just one more day and she would no longer be at the mercy of all these dirty people who wanted to use her for their own pleasure and use their own positions of power, both business and physical, to subjugate her. Back in town, she would be her own woman, would do her job at the company so well, so efficiently, that she would be able to stand there on her own merits and not just as pleasure object for the executives. She would quietly melt into the background of the steno pool, never mention this shameful week in the mountains to the other girls, never discuss the things that went on, the things that happened, the things that she had allowed to be done to her. She would go back to her life of sexual abstinence, a little wiser and more experienced, but would put all this behind her and try to forget it, hoping that some decent man could overlook what she had done and be a good husband to her and father child with her.

She had one regret, however, one question mark in her mind, and that was Ron Wolter. Obviously he knew that she had slept with Herb several times, and also with Cleophas. Would he be able to forget that and would he somehow wish to continue and more normal relationship with her? If he would, she would be happy to grant him any sexual favors he desired. Indeed, that would be a joy to her as well.

But he had been avoiding her for the last two days, his face wearing a faintly hurt expression, his eyes never looking directly into hers. She knew he knew about the awful things or at least some of them that she had done, and it tore her up inside and filled her with shame, so that she couldn't find the courage to approach him and talk to him.

Sunday morning dawned, the last day of the time in the mountains, and it had been announced that it would not be a working day but rather an end of week party, a "wrap party", as they called them in Hollywood.

Cherie had a hearty breakfast in her room, brought by Tony, the young Italian servant, and then she dressed in her light chiffon dress that fell to just two inches above her shapely knees. Brushing her hair into a sweeping coiffure, she steeled herself to face the group of colleagues who were probably all talking about her escapades with Cleophas. It crossed her mind that, if Vanessa had been indiscreet, they would all know about her and Diablo as well, but she didn't worry too much about that for she trusted the older girl.

When she arrived in the conference room, she found the furniture completely changed. The great table was gone as were the chairs that had surrounded it, to be replaced by several large, comfortable-looking sofas and a large-screen television set. Bottles of champagne sat tantalizingly in buckets of ice and Tony was pouring the drinks and serving them as fast as he could.

A drink was thrust into Cherie's hand and she sipped at it while waiting for someone to speak to her. Presently Herb approached her.

"How are you this morning, darling?" he asked. "I hope you slept well."

Until I woke up," she said vaguely, not remembering when Cleophas had arisen and walked quietly out of the room to go to his own.

"Are you ready to enjoy yourself, my darling?" Herb said, sliding his arm around her waist and sweeping her over to one of the couches to sit down beside him.

What was all this darling stuff? she asked herself. There was something about his mannerisms that caused her to distrust him. Docilely, she allowed herself to be seated close next to him and his arm encircled her shoulders. Everyone was laughing and talking, drinking and munching hors d'oeuvres. Cleophas was talking to an attentive Diane Layne again, the black man running his fingertips along the girls waist while she lightly rubbed her breast against his side. Ron Wolter was talking to Allison Cooper, and Sue Midori was talking to Sam Wilson, Vic Torres, and Morey Moore, the balding operative from public relations and advertising. There was another couple of men whom Cherie had never seen before, one old and white-haired who looked to be near seventy, and another man who was grossly fat over three hundred pounds, Cherie judged with a totally bald, round head and a huge cigar sticking out of his face.

Cherie sipped her champagne quietly while Herb, his hand draped over her shoulder, gently fingered her breast. She didn't like his doing that in front of everyone, but it seemed that no one was really paying attention to them. All eyes glanced toward the TV screen when the movie started. It showed an actor whom Cherie had never seen before knocking on the door of a nice home and being answered by a stunning, big-breasted blonde in a short skirt, also an actress unknown to Cherie. From the way the two of them delivered their lines, Cherie could see why they were not well-known actors and that the film itself was a low-budget production. It was then that she saw that this was a pornographic film something she had never seen before when the couple casually disrobed and the girl went straight to the young man's semi-stiffened prick. As the actress's heavily-lipsticked lips surrounded her partner's cock, Cherie noticed movement around her as the occupants of the room caught the mood of the gathering. Diane moved over to Cleophas, the hurt look she had been wearing suddenly giving place to renewed affection. As Herb's meaty hand slid down from Cherie's shoulder to cover her ripe breast, she glanced over in Ron Wolter's direction and saw Sue Midori move over and slip her arm around the waist of the man she loved. Ron's eyes met Cherie's, full of regret and longing, as the Japanese girl pressed her breasts full against his side, and Cherie blushed shamefully when she felt Herb's hand slide under her skirt.

Herb's fingers insinuated themselves immediately into the crotch band of her panties and slipped into the the deep vulval cleft, already wet with growing arousal. Cherie found that her responses were out of her control. She let her head fall back and her eyes half-closed as she watched the activities develop in the room. She knew everyone in the room could see Herb's hand moving beneath her skirt, yet she could not help parting her legs further to give him better access, and two of his fingers slid squishily into her pussy up to the palm. Ron was kissing Sue while her hands were actively buried in his pants and Cleophas sat down while Diane kneeled before him and drew out his awesome cock; as her mouth plunged down over the ebony shaft, Cherie moaned in empathy.

"Oh, Herb," Cherie moaned, churning her hips. "Please, not here in front of everyone."

The boss's breath whispered hotly in her ear. "This is the party of the week, Cherie. Everyone has to participate. It's required."

Herb made her lift her hips while he removed her panties and pushed her skirt up. She felt terribly exposed, but she noticed that everyone else was nearly naked, even the fat man and the bald man. Even Allison Cooper was involved with red-haired Sam Wilson. Vic Torres, smiling warmly, sat down on Cherie's left and began unbuttoning her blouse. He and Herb worked carefully to get her clothes completely off, leaving her totally exposed in the room where all activities were rapidly turning into an orgy. Cleophas was grunting in a way that Cherie knew well, and Ron Wolter had Sue naked on another couch, fucking the oriental girl slowly while he watched the public seduction by Herb and Vic of the girl he loved.

"Ready, Vic?" Cherie heard Herb ask.

Vic stood up and shed his clothes, stroking his great, brown penis and then lying down on the thick carpet. Ron Wolter could see the bottoms of Vic's feet as Herb manoeuvred the girl over to straddle the other man's hips. She sank down, reluctantly protesting, and Ron could see her full buttocks part as she descended, pushed down by the boss's authoritative hands. Between her plump, full parted cheeks her tender, pink anus was innocently exposed above the red-lipped gash of her wet pussy-lips that now parted as her legs did to make room for Vic's hips between them...

As Sue Midori moved to the thrusting of his cock, Ron watched spellbound as Vic Torres grasped his angry, brown penis by the base, pointing it up toward Cherie's defenseless, hair-rimmed slit. As a tear squeezed out between her tightly closed eyelids, Herb placed a hand in the small of her back and bore down heavily, pushing the tender vagina downward onto the impaling cock. The girl suppressed a sob as the broad head of the dark-skinned penis popped through the tight cuntal rim and sliced into her wet love-channel. Deep up inside her it drove, spreading her delicate, abused vaginal walls, and Herb, his hands grasping her waist firmly, guided her hips up and down, up and down, until she fell in with a rhythm of her own.

"Oh, God!" she gasped, plunging her pussy up and down on the rock- hard shaft. "I... I can't help myself." She began to move gracefully, uttering tiny grunts of pleasured effort. Ron watched her move, her great tits jiggling, the tight, pink nipples describing small circles, the wide- split, bouncing white globes of her ass jogging the pink donut of her anus tantalizingly up and down above Vic's swollen balls.