A broad smile came over Jim’s face. “Hmm, I think that’s an excellent idea.” He reached for the second phone in the room, the one on his bedside table. He pressed the button for the front desk and put the phone on speaker, so Cynthia could hear what was being said. Within seconds she recognized the voice of the young man who’d checked them in.
“Hello, front desk. Can I help you?”
“Yes, this is Mr. Hunter in room 304.”
“Yes sir. Is everything all right with the room, sir?”
“Yes, it’s fantastic. Thank you. There’s just one thing…” Jim looked down at Cynthia, a look of nervous anticipation on her pretty face.
“Yes sir. What can we do for you?”
“Uh, my wife is having a bit of trouble falling asleep, and she was wondering if she could get another dose of that medicine to help her sleep. You know, like the one Lamont just gave her.”
“Of course, sir. No problem, I can have another staff member bring one right up.”
Jim noticed Cynthia start to gesture to him, as if she wanted him to cover the phone for a second. “Uh, hang on a second…” He put his hand over the phone and looked at Cynthia questioningly.
“Ask him if I can have a double dose?”
Jim smiled as he nodded to her and then pulled his hand away from the phone. “Yes, my wife says she’s feeling really edgy, and she wondered if you’d be able to send up a double dose of that medicine?”
“Absolutely sir. I’ll send Anton and Clifford right up to help you with that.”
“Great. Just tell them to come right in when they get here.”
“Yes sir. Is there anything else we can do for you tonight?”
“Uh, I think that’s it, for now anyway.”
“Of course, sir. Have a good night. And I hope your wife will be able to sleep well after swallowing her medicine.”
As Jim put the phone down, Cynthia was already climbing out of bed. “What are you doing?”
“I just want to put on some lipstick,” she replied as she scurried into the bathroom. She returned a couple of minutes later, he lips shining with a covering of brilliant red lipstick. As she walked further into the bedroom, she whipped her hair up in her hands and started fiddling with it.
“What are you doing?” Jim asked.
“I just want to make sure my hair doesn’t get in the way,” Cynthia answered as she pulled her damp locks into a ponytail and fixed it tightly in place with a white scrunchie. “There, that should do it.” She strode directly to the foot of the bed and dropped to her knees on the cocksucker’s cushion facing out towards the open space beyond the bed. She glanced over her shoulder at Jim, who had propped himself up on his elbow on the bed. “Honey, you better get in your chair before they get here.”
“Oh yeah, of course.” Embarrassed by his lack of forethought, Jim scurried out of the bed and took his place in the cuckold’s chair. Cynthia could see him look over at her, kneeling on that special cushion, her lips red and glistening with anticipation, just waiting for a big black cock to push its way into her vacuuming mouth. He glanced down at her tits, beautifully encased in the sexy satin chemise, the tiny triangles of material barely able to contain the huge mounds. Cynthia glanced down to see breasts thrusting forward, her cleavage deep and inviting, her bullet-like nipples creating teasing shadows on the front of the chemise.
“Oh my god, honey, your boobs look amazing in that chemise,” Jim said. “I’m so glad we bought it. And that lipstick, it’s so sexy. I think one look at you and it won’t be long before these guys are filling your face with cock.”
As Jim’s last words came out of his mouth, they heard a gentle knock on the door, followed by the sound of the door opening and closing. They both looked over as two young black men strolled into the room, both of them wearing the same uniform as Lamont, a white golf shirt and beige khaki shorts. Like Lamont, Cynthia couldn’t help but notice the significant bulges beneath the shorts on both of them. Both men were tall and fairly slender, with one being an inch or so taller and broader in the shoulders than the other.
“Mister Jim, Miss Cynthia,” said the slightly bigger one as he nodded to each of them in turn. “I’m Anton and this is Clifford. I understand Miss Cynthia would like something more to help her sleep?” Both of them gave a knowing smile to Jim and Cynthia as Anton asked his question.
“Yes,” Jim answered. “We’re both happy that the two of you could come.” Jim’s choice of word ‘come’ made all of them chuckle. “Sorry, but yes, she’s feeling a little restless after our trip and can’t seem to relax. We hope you can give her what she needs to help with that, just like Lamont did.”
“That’s no problem at all, sir,” Anton said as he let his eyes rake over Cynthia’s kneeling form. “We’re only too happy to help.”
By now, both young men were standing right in front of Cynthia, looking down at her kneeling form. Cynthia could see their eyes look first at her pretty face, her mouth an inviting red gash, and then their gazes lowered to her chest. The eyes of both men opened wide as they took in the size of her enormous tits.
“Miss has beautiful breasts,” Anton said to Cynthia as he stripped off his shirt and started to undo his shorts.
“Thank you,” Cynthia replied instinctively as Clifford followed Anton as they both shucked their shorts as well, tossing them along with their shirts to the side of the room. Cynthia noticed that both of their abdomens were totally shaved, which she had come to love while watching all of that interracial porn. It definitely made their already huge cocks look even bigger, and even more appetizing. She’d often find herself salivating as she’d watched those movies, thinking about how delicious it would be to run her tongue over their shaven groins and up the full length of those anaconda-like shafts. And now, right here, she was going to get that chance. Her pussy was dripping just thinking about it.