Jim shifted the coffee table over slightly and placed the cushion smack-dab in the middle of the room before turning on the various lights in the room, giving the room a warm glow. Cynthia stepped into the room and took her place on the floor, her knees resting comfortably on the cushion. Jim sat on one of the sofa’s a short distance away, the angle giving him a perfect view. They’d just taken their places when they heard a tap at the door.
“Come in,” Jim called out.
A young black man they hadn’t met before stepped into the room, dressed in khaki shorts and a white golf shirt, just as the other men at the resort had worn. “Miss Cynthia?” he asked as he closed the door behind him.
“Yes,” Cynthia replied, her eyes instinctively going to the pronounced bulge in his crotch.
The young man smiled back at her as he proceeded into the room, undoing his shorts as he approached her. “I’ve brought some dessert you ordered.”
He stepped right up in front of Cynthia and whipped out his long black cock, which was already stiffening up as his eyes raked over her buxom form, her huge tits thrusting forward in an impressive shelf.
Cynthia didn’t waste any time as he lifted his cock and pointed it towards her face. Her lips opened into an inviting ‘O’ as she leaned forwards, slipping her parted lips over the swollen purple head as she welcomed it into her mouth.
“Mmm,” she purred as her lips slid forward and closed down just past the coronal ridge, locking the cock within her mouth as she started to work her magic. Within a minute it was rock hard, and deliciously long and thick, just the way she’d hoped it would be. As she slaved and slobbered over the young man’s black cock, Cynthia took his hands and placed them on the back of her head, urging him to fuck her face.
The man feathered his black fingers into her hair and started to work her head, pulling it back and forth on his thrusting cock, just as she wanted. She purred emphatically, more saliva welling up in her mouth as she hungrily sucked.
Less than five minutes later, she got her first reward. The man totally doused her, splashing her tonsils with a deluge of cum. Cynthia eagerly swallowed every drop, savoring the luxurious masculine flavor.
As she sucked at the oozing tip, anxious to get every drop, Cynthia heard the door open. She glanced to the side, her lips and tongue continuing to suck as her eyes took in another staff member, dressed in the standard uniform the same as this one, his hands already working to undo his zipper.
“Miss Cynthia likes her face fucked,” the one standing in front of her said as he pulled his cock out of her mouth and zipped up.
“Then we’ll give her what she likes,” the new one said as he whipped out another long thick cock and plugged it right into Cynthia’s mouth.
This went on for the next two hours, a new guy arriving every five minutes or so, each one feeding Cynthia a nice creamy load.
Cynthia slept like a rock that night, blissfully content from getting fucked earlier in the day and from sucking cock all evening, her belly full of cum.
*
The next few days were like a dream to Cynthia. Of all the times she’d fantasized about it, she never imagined that getting fucked by so much black cock could feel as heavenly as it did.
Things continued the very next morning. After breakfast in their room, with another splash of cum on her fruit, Cynthia was thrilled to see that Jim had arranged for another massage session with Devon. She felt herself tingling with anticipation when Jim told her that this time he’d asked that Devon give her the ‘Back Door Special’. Cynthia had always loved anal sex, but it had been a long time since Jim had been able to give her what she wanted that way.
For today, Cynthia chose another of her new bikinis, this time one in brilliant white, which Cynthia thought looked good against her skin, which was already taking on a warm, tanned glow. The bikini top was totally unstructured, and the tiny triangles barely contained her full voluminous breasts. Warm tit-flesh was oozing out all around the minuscule cups, and her big, stiff nipples were clearly defined as they thrust against the soft white fabric. Even though the top had no structural support, Cynthia’s breasts still created a deep dark line of cleavage that she knew would make any man salivate. While most women her age with breasts anywhere close to the size of hers were starting to sag in all the wrong places, Cynthia’s breasts, bum, and thighs were still as full and beautiful as they had been twenty years ago.
For the matching bikini bottom, the triangle of the front panel curved down at the top, barely covering her shaven mons. The back was no more than a thong, slipping between the full round spheres of her curvy bum before ending at the small of her back, where slender ribbons of string met similar ones from the front. Cynthia smiled as she tied the tiny strings into cute little bows high on each of her wide flared hips, knowing the bows looked like inviting targets for long black fingers to pluck open.
When Jim suggested she try it on in the store, Cynthia thought there was no way she could pull it off. But when she called Jim over to the change room to take a look, his jaw hit the floor.
“Oh fuck, Cyn, you look incredible! There’s no way we’re leaving this store without that bikini.”