Cynthia could feel the hot jets of his ejaculate spurting deep inside her as he came, flooding the depths of her steaming cunt with a torrent of sperm. She worked the muscles inside her clutching canal, massaging and pulling at his shooting prick, wanting as much as she could get. He filled her with the stuff, to the point she could feel it backing up around his tightly buried cock and leaking out, the warm fluid sliding down her backside and dripping onto the floor.
“You are the hottest woman I’ve ever met,” Dontae said as he eventually pulled out, his big prick coming out of her in a rush.
Excited by Dontae’s words of praise, and with her heart pounding, Cynthia glanced down between her widely spread legs as a what felt like a river of cum gushed forth from between the flushed lips of her pussy, shooting forwards and splashing onto the floor. As Dontae backed away and started to stuff his spent prick back into his pants, Cynthia barely had time to breathe before another staff member stepped right up, his hand wrapped around the long black cock poking out of his pants. With the two guys on each side of her holding her spread wide open, the guy positioned his cock against her dripping opening and slid it right inside, sending every hard black inch into her.
“OHHHNNN…” Cynthia groaned, her eyes closing in rapture as this guy started to hammer her against the wall as well. It wasn’t long until the thick stalk between his legs had her climaxing again, her body shaking from side to side like a ragdoll as the fervid sensations shot through her.
As the powerful fast beat of the music pulsed through the sound system, this guy kept fucking her until he flooded her insides as well, totally unloading, filling her with more of the sweet milky protein that she loved.
When he was done, another guy took his place within seconds, and then it was the turn of the two guys holding her after that, other staff members taking their place as they kept her spread wide open for those fucking her.
Cynthia kept coming, her body thrumming from the vivid sensations coursing through her with each tingling orgasm. She counted ten guys in a row who fucked her up against that wall before they finally let her down. She glanced down at the floor beneath her, the dance floor glistening with a huge puddle of cum beneath where they’d been holding her. She almost collapsed on her shaky legs, but felt herself being picked up. Through glassy eyes, she saw Dontae carrying her in his arms like a little child. She rested her head on his shoulder, not caring or knowing where he was taking her.
Dazed and fuck drunk, Cynthia became aware of where she was when Dontae put her down. She looked up to see that they were in her and Jim’s room, and that the big man had laid her down on the bed. Dontae was standing next to the bed, with a group of other men from the resort around him. Cynthia saw Jim, June, and Robert as well. Dontae and the other men were stripping off their clothes, and Cynthia saw June drop to her knees and start sucking one of them, while her hands reached out and started stroking two others.
“Devon, what do you say we give Miss Cynthia something to remember us by,” Dontae said.
“I’m with you brother,” Cynthia heard a familiar voice say. She looked over to see Devon, the masseuse, stripping off his clothes as well, his long heavy member rising enticingly between his legs. The next thing she knew, the two gorgeous men were in the bed with her. They stripped off her dress and tossed it to Jim, leaving her naked, except for her sexy high heels.
Their hands were everywhere, as were their mouths, licking, kissing, teasing. Fingers were sliding inside her while a mouth sucked teasingly on her nipple. Cynthia felt her temperature rising as they got to work on her; the two talented men making her pleasure level soar. They moved her wherever they wanted like a plaything. Soon she found herself astride Dontae, who was laying on his back beneath her.
“YESSSS!” Cynthia let out a loud hiss as she sank down on his huge thrusting erection, totally impaling herself on his majestic cock. As she sat down in the saddle and started grinding herself against him, she felt Devon move in behind her, his cock pressing against the winking opening of her anus.
“OH FUGGHKK…” she groaned incoherently as Devon flexed forward, sending his rock-hard hammer surging into her steaming back passage. The two men quickly got into a smooth rhythm, withdrawing and then filling her at the same time.
Cynthia was in heaven, never having felt anything so deliciously exquisite in her life. She came like a freight train within minutes, groaning and thrashing about as her two lovers took their pleasure in her body.
“Lamont,” she heard Dontae say from beneath her. “Let’s make Miss Cynthia airtight, shall we?”
“No problem.”
Through an orgasmic haze, Cynthia looked up to see Lamont, the porter from the first day they’d arrived, the owner of the first black cock she’d ever sucked, climb onto the bed and kneel behind Dontae’s head, his circling hand holding his long hard cock out to her. Cynthia felt herself salivating as she looked at it, the damp red eye at the tip of the ebony wand seeming to call out to her like a beacon. She eagerly opened her mouth and leaned forward, taking the offered prick deep into her mouth as Dontae and Devon kept fucking her.
*
It went on like this for the rest of the night. Cynthia seemed to always have at least two cocks in any of her three willing holes at one time, and often three at once. She could see that June had enthusiastically taken on the role of her fluffer for the night, on her knees sucking cock after cock as she got them ready to fuck Cynthia.
Jim and Robert had taken up spots on a couple of chairs, both of them stroking off as an endless parade of black men took turns fucking Cynthia in every position imaginable. At one point, some of them carried Cynthia over and put her in the sex swing again, like Dontae had done previously. They turned her every which way, fucking her and making her suck their big black cocks over and over.
While someone was fucking her, there were always at least three or four kneeling on the bed near her face, feeding her their cocks or jerking off. When she wasn’t sucking them, they’d stroke themselves off onto her, either right into her eager open mouth, or all over her pretty face or big tits. Cynthia loved every second of it, her hands or open mouth always turning and searching out the next hard cock.
Cynthia lost track of how many times she climaxed. Her body felt numb from the shocking waves of blissful pleasure that flowed through her time and time again, but she loved every luxurious moment as black man after black man used her like a fuck toy. Her face and tits were covered with cum, her pussy and bumhole were oozing the stuff like crazy, her holes overflowing with hot thick seed.
The sheets were a total mess, as was the floor beneath the sex swing. But nobody seemed to care as they went on and on. Cynthia recognized a lot of the men who fucked her, men from the landscaping staff, men from housekeeping, from the front desk, from the Black Swallow Bar. Cynthia was both shocked, and thrilled, to see the minister there. She thought the man definitely showed some skill when it came to the art of procreation, dumping three loads into her during the night, one in each hole.