Cynthia felt him wriggle his finger as he pressed, and then the tip slipped inside. His fingers slid slowly into her, and Cynthia remembered that special feeling, that distinctively peculiar feeling, of having something probing inside her rectal chute. It was similar to getting fucked, but entirely different at the same time. One thing Cynthia knew, from the first time a professor of hers had fucked her in the ass during her sophomore year of college, and that was that she loved it. She loved the strangely lurid, and yet sinfully erotic feeling of having her bum absolutely filled with rock-hard cock, and the deliciously wicked sensation of having a hot load of cum shot deep into her bowels.
She lay there remembering how good it had been with that professor, and then the many times Jim had filled her clutching chute with sperm, and now she couldn’t wait to have a well-hung black man fill that steaming bum of hers, and fuck her with everything he had.
“You have a beautiful bum, Miss,” Devon said as his fingers slid purposefully back and forth inside Cynthia’s hot tight hole. “So big, so round, and so hot.”
Cynthia was rolling her hips back against his probing finger as she pressed her face down onto the little pillow beneath her head, her eyes closed as she savored the delightful sensation of his probing finger, the tip rubbing teasingly over her hot rectal walls.
“You feel a bit flushed, Miss,” Devon said. “Would you like Devon to take your temperature for you? I have a nice big thermometer right here waiting for you.”
“Mmm, I am feeling a bit overheated,” Cynthia responded playfully. “I think that might be just the thing to do. After all, I’d hate to get sick so early on our vacation.”
“Yes, Miss. Don’t worry, Devon will check to see that you’re all right.”
Cynthia felt him slide his finger out of her tight hole, the little aperture squeezing down on his withdrawing finger, reluctant to let it go.
“But to take your temperature properly, Miss, I’m going to need you to shift back towards the end of the table.”
With Devon’s hands taking hold of her broad hips and guiding her, Cynthia felt him pull her back until she felt the edge of the table pressing against her pussy.
“Now, let me just put your feet in here,” Devon said in a soothing voice as Cynthia saw him move to each side. He fiddled with something on each side of the table and the next thing she knew, he’d positioned her feet in some form of metal stirrups, similar to a doctor’s office, but she was usually on her back at those times.
“There, now you’re in the perfect position for me to take your temperature,” Devon said as he moved back behind her, totally out of Cynthia’s field of vision.
With the position he had placed her in, Cynthia knew he was absolutely right. Her knees were bent well up, almost to her chest, and with her feet anchored securely in the stirrups, she thought she looked like a jockey leaning forwards over the neck of a thundering steed. And all she needed was that horse, and with Devon and his stallion-like cock, Cynthia knew it was only a matter of moments until she’d be bucking away, feeling that powerful beast between her legs, racing for the finish line.
Cynthia felt Devon place the broad flared crown of his throbbing erection right up against her snug little hole, her backside spread wide open before him. He rolled his hips as he pressed forward, the mushroom shaped helmet starting to stretch her open.
“OH FUCK… YESSSSS…” Cynthia hissed as the delightful sensation of feeling her rosehole being stretched and stretched sent chilling waves through her body. And then the whole head popped right inside, her sphincter closing down to lock it in, the massive knob clasped tight by her needy hole. Cynthia felt her heart pounding at the strange sensation of the huge crown lodged inside her ass, but she knew what she was feeling was excitement and arousal, her back passage getting what it had sorely missed for what seemed like forever. And then Devon started to push.
“OH GOD… YES… YES… YES…” Cynthia hissed, gripping the sides of the massage table tightly in her fists as her body shuddered, Devon’s long thick cock going deeper and deeper into her gripping chute. He kept going, gripping her hips tightly as he slowly, mercilessly, fed every hard thick inch into Cynthia’s needy hole. He didn’t stop his slow, powerful thrust until Cynthia felt his shaven midsection press up against her, his taut abs feeling exquisite as he pressed them into the soft skin of her bum.
Cynthia felt her eyes roll back in head, the sensation of being stuffed absolutely full of hard thick cock overwhelming her. She was panting like that race horse she’d been thinking of, her body tingling at the myriad of sensations shooting through her, but the main one was pleasure, pure rapturous pleasure. Devon’s cock felt wonderful inside her, his throbbing erection reaching places way up in her steaming guts that had never been touched before and, to Cynthia, it felt amazing; absolutely amazing.
Devon started to retreat, and Cynthia instinctively used the muscles inside her rectum to grip down on him, not wanting to let it go, not wanting to feel that empty void inside her that had just been filled after being neglected for so long.