Anton and Clifford both left their running shoes and socks on, which Cynthia at first thought was strange, but as they turned and started towards her, she found it wickedly exciting. She knew they were in this room to perform their duties, to let her suck them off, and then be back on their way to do their job. Dump their loads and go. The illicit nastiness of the whole idea made her wetter by the second.
Both young men were already working their cocks as they closed in on her kneeling form. Cynthia gasped as she took in the size of their long rising pricks. Like Lamont, both of them were huge, far bigger than any man she’d had before. She knew that the number of men in her scorecard was low, “but my God, these boys down here are definitely blessed,” she thought. Cynthia wondered what the hiring criteria was for getting a job, having been told by Jim that the staff’s main priority was seeing to the pleasure and satisfaction of mature white women. As Cynthia looked at those two big cocks getting ready for her lips and mouth to worship, she thought it would be wonderful if she could have the job of interviewing applicants for jobs. Yes, she could spend her time sucking off well-endowed black men like these two all day long, and then come back the next day to test out the next set of recruits. The nastiness of what she was thinking sent another tingling shiver right to her already seeping twat.
Anton stepped in front of her first, with Clifford right at his side, both of them stroking their stiffening cocks, precum now oozing from each wet tip. With her heart pounding with excitement and her taste buds salivating like crazy, Cynthia tipped her head up slightly and opened her mouth, shaping it into an inviting ‘O’.
“That’s the way, Miss, open wide, we’ve got some hard black cock for you to suck on,” Anton said as he stepped closer and plugged his tumescent prick right into her waiting mouth.
“Mmmphh,” Cynthia moaned as her lips closed down on the black invader, the bloated cockhead filling her oral cavity. She couldn’t help it as her eyes half-closed in blissful pleasure as she started sucking, swirling her tongue all over the pebbly glans. As she bathed the stiffening ebony member with her flowing spit, she reached forward with each hand, circling each of the two cocks with her slender fingers. The two young men let go with their own hands, giving her free access to their rigid dicks.
“They’re so fucking thick,” Cynthia thought to herself as she pumped both hands methodically back and forth, her body overwhelmed with rapture as she worked on the two beautiful cocks. She could see their balls, hanging low and heavy in their silky black sacks, and she knew they were loaded with cum for her, thick white semen, chock full of sperm to satisfy a hunger that she didn’t know had lingered within her for all these years. She wanted that cum, wanted it bad, wanted to feel it shoot into her mouth, fill it with their pure essence, feel that load of masculine seed slide luxuriously down her throat, to the place where it belonged.
“Jesus, is she ever good,” Anton said to Clifford as he pulled his surging prick out of Cynthia’s mouth with an audible ‘POP!’
Clifford was quick to take his friend’s place, angling his body slightly as Cynthia used her pumping hand to pull the flared purple knob of his cock to her mouth, her lips slipping over the thick coronal ridge as she spewed a load of saliva onto his rearing prick as well. The salacious sounds of her ardent cocksucking filled the room, the sloppy wet noise of smacking lips and working tongue making the whole scenario that much more erotic for all of them.
“Ohhmmm…”
As Cynthia moaned with pleasure, Clifford and Anton exchanged a knowing look. Cynthia was hoping that they were thinking they had a grade-A cocksucker here, a mature white woman who could suck with the best of them. She quickly switched back to Anton, her lips driving further down his upright shaft as her hands jerked vigorously back and forth. Spit was flying every which way as she worked on one raging cock for a minute or two, and then moved back to the other, her ponytail flipping from side to side. Her big tits were getting splattered with the frothy goo dripping off the shafts of their veiny cocks as her head bobbed enthusiastically up and down on their throbbing erections.
Much faster than either young man had anticipated, Cynthia had them ready to pop. Cynthia went at them enthusiastically, using all her expertise, their long thick pricks as hard as steel under her ardent cocksucking. This was a wet, messy blowjob, and to Cynthia, it seemed they were loving it as much as she was.
“Okay, Miss,” Anton finally said after he got a knowing nod from Clifford, “we’re getting close. Lay your head back on the edge of the bed and we’ll fill that mouth for you with some nice thick gravy.”
Half disappointed that she’d have to stop sucking, but even more excited that she was going to get more cum, Cynthia slipped her lips off Clifford’s thrusting erection and sat back on her heels against the edge of the bed. She leaned her head back, the edge of the bed at the perfect height where it met her shoulders. With their big black mitts vigorously stroking their raging cocks, Anton and Clifford stepped forward on each side of her. Each man put one foot up on the bed next to her head while keeping the other foot on the floor. With their hands pumping rhythmically back and forth, they moved closer, their dripping cockheads pointed right at her face.
“Oh my God, this is going to be like something out of one of those movies,” Cynthia thought as she looked up at those two monstrous clubs, the engorged crowns pointed right at her mouth, the tips drooling with both precum and gobs of her saliva. She could tell that these two had done this before. They seemed to work in a synchronised rhythm, both of them placed in the identical position on each side of her, their beautiful young bodies looming over her dominantly, their hands stroking their big black cocks furtively, ready to give her exactly what she wanted, a mouthful of thick creamy cum.
“Open wide, Miss,” Anton said, “it’s time for us to feed you.”
Cynthia didn’t hesitate as she opened her mouth wide, her red lips parting lewdly in invitation.