As the thought of Lamont’s lewd statement sent a tingling twinge of longing high up between her legs, Cynthia eagerly opened her mouth. Lamont didn’t waste any time. He stepped right up to her and dragged the drooling tip of his cock across her full bottom lip, causing a whimper of desire to purr from her waiting throat. She could feel the slime from the wet tip cling to her pouty lip. Instinctively, she feathered her tongue forward over the syrupy discharge, running her tongue along her bottom lip and then quickly drawing it back into her mouth.
“Mmm…” Cynthia purred and felt her eyes close in rapture as, for the first time in her life, she tasted the delights a black cock had to offer. The earthy masculine taste of his pre-cum titillated her senses as it settled on her taste buds. It sent a signal to her brain asking for more, more pre-cum and especially, cum, black man’s cum. She wanted the real thing, a full load of warm thick semen straight from a black man’s balls to her stomach, with a brief stop to savor the taste along the way. Her taste buds seemed to be crying out for it, and this nasty drop of pre-cum was a mere appetizer. She hoped it was just the start of a full meal of thick, delicious sperm to come.
She could see Lamont reacting to what she wanted as he dragged the dripping tip of his cock across her face, seeing how much she loved it, how much she wanted it, how much she needed it. He rolled his hips back as he drew his seeping cockhead across her soft mature skin, leaving a nasty snail-trail of goo as he went. With both hands holding onto his surging prick, he angled the tip downwards and pressed the flared knob between her wet parted lips. He rubbed it all around the tempting opening, hearing a soft moan come up from deep in her throat, and then he started to flex forward, feeding it to her.
Cynthia loved the feel of the porter’s huge cock starting to work its way into her waiting mouth. Her lips were pursed forward, adhered to the broad ebony crown in a searing kiss. She felt her lips stretch further and further as the young man fed her more of his long thick cock. Her jaw was opening wider than it ever had before. For a second, she thought her lips might tear at the corners, and then, almost magically, they slipped over the thick rope-like coronal ridge, his apple-sized cockhead lodged firmly in her mouth.
“Mmmmm…” Cynthia groaned, feeling a mini-orgasm pulse out from deep inside her steamy twat. She couldn’t believe she’d managed to have a little climax just from having the big engorged knob lodged within her mouth, but there’d been no mistaking it. That delightful shivering sensation had coursed through her, causing her hooded eyes to close blissfully as she rode out the mini release. But she could tell that it was only a teaser, that she wanted more, more of that big black cock in her mouth.
Driven by lust, Cynthia pushed a big gob of spit to the front of her mouth and swirled her tongue over the pebbly glans, bathing it with warm saliva. At the same time, she leaned further forward, forcing more of the thick black cock into her mouth, her lips sliding further down the throbbing shaft as it went deeper, closer to the opening of her throat.
She could see Lamont smile, as if he knew he had a natural-born cocksucker working on his cock. He released one hand from his rigid erection, and then the other, allowing Cynthia’s hands to replace his own as he let her set the pace.
Cynthia was thrilled when she saw his hands leave his surging prick. She was quick to take the long black shaft in her own hand, her circling fingers coming nowhere near to closing. She started to pump her hand back and forth on the outer sheath of the shaft, wanting to give the porter as much pleasure from this blowjob as she could.
“That’s the way, Miss,” she heard him say softly. “You’re very good at that. Pretty soon Lamont will give Miss a nice big dose of the medicine she needs to help her sleep.”
The young man’s illicit words had Cynthia almost whimpering with heated desire. She started bobbing her head further down his cock, letting her flowing spit ooze out from the corners of her mouth to run down his shaft. She felt the slimy goo slip beneath the top of her hand, providing the lubricant she was looking for. She spit out more as she started to spin her hand in a cock-hardening corkscrew motion, her saliva turning into a frothy lubricant beneath her stroking hand.
She saw Lamont look down and smile, gobs of her spit dripping lewdly from the underside of his veiny shaft. He watched a few of the wads of spit flick down onto the front of her jam-packed sweater, the nasty stains turning the light blue fabric darker. She could tell his pleasure level was escalating as she noisily sucked and slobbered over his turgid member. It wasn’t long before she felt his spunk churning, his balls pulling up close to his body as semen started to speed up the shaft of his lengthy cock.
“HERE YOU GO, MISS, GET READY…”
The young black man had just finished speaking when Cynthia felt the huge knob seem to puff up even more, and then a jolting shot went through her as the first rope of cum jettisoned forth to hit her in the back of her mouth. It came out so powerfully she was surprised her head hadn’t been blown right off his cock. Determined to savor the experience and the delicious masculine flavor, she kept her corkscrewing hand pumping vigorously as she backed up her bobbing head, keeping just the engorged knob trapped in her mouth. A second thick rope spewed forth, the viscous load of semen building into a puddle on the flat of her tongue.
“Mmmmm,” Cynthia purred again as another volley of jizz spat into her mouth, the pool on her tongue growing. Her hand kept pumping, trying to coax as much cum out of the young man as she could.
“Swallow it, Miss, there’s a lot more coming,” the porter said as he continued to flood the older woman’s vacuuming mouth.
Cynthia didn’t hesitate, drawing the puddle of semen backwards until it slid smoothly down her throat. His load was nice and thick, more like pudding that the watery semen Jim had been spewing for the last number of years. This was a real man-size load of cum, just what she needed. The huge wad of spunk flowed like liquid silk down her throat, finding a nice warm home in the pit of her stomach.