Cyn's Resort Ch. 04

CHAPTER FOUR

Cynthia awoke the next morning feeling better than she had in months. She felt like a bear who'd been in hibernation all winter and was now ready to face the world and, like that bear, she was hungry, hungry for more black cock. Her movement caused Jim to wake up as well. He rolled over and snuggled up against her, his hand slipping around her body to cup one of her massive breasts.

"Sweetie, look at how late it is," Cynthia said after glancing over at the clock radio next to the bed. "I can't believe we slept this long."

"I think we both needed it after last night," Jim replied. "Do you regret any of it?"

"Not one second," Cynthia said as she extended her arms and stretched like a cat. "But I'm feeling pretty hungry."

"Even after all that cum you swallowed last night?"

"Me, what about you?" Cynthia responded playfully. "You swallowed almost as much as me."

"Well, I guess we can't live on cum alone. At this time though, I think we're going to have to rush if we want to get to the buffet while they're still serving breakfast."

"Oh honey, do you think we could just order room service instead? I really want to take a nice long shower first."

"Sure, no problem. I'll take care of that if you want to go into the shower first."

"Thanks, dear. I love you so much," Cynthia said as she gave Jim a quick peck before bounding out of bed, anxious to get on with the day.

"Do you want anything special?"

"You know what I like," Cynthia said as she made her way across the room, "just as long as I get a big cup of coffee, I'll be fine." She drew back the black-out curtains and almost gasped at the view before her. "Jim, come and look at this. It's incredible."

Seconds later, Jim stood next to her as they gazed out of the patio doors. Arriving late at night, they'd been able to see next to nothing of the resort, but now, that had changed. With the mid-morning sun pouring down, the resort lay before them in a vivid kaleidoscope of colors. Swaying palm trees, a brilliant blue sky, the glittering sparkle of numerous pools, the soothing sand of the beach, the inviting turquoise waters of the ocean, the shocking multitude of brightly-colored flowers in every landscaped garden, and lush green grass and verdant bushes and trees that made winter in the northwest seem like a bad dream. Cynthia drew open the patio door and let the warm tropical air caress her body like a velvety feather. She let her eyes roam over every detail of the view before her, feeling her body tingle at the thought that they were really here. The resort was stunningly beautiful, and better than she had ever imagined. "Oh honey, it's just...it's just..."

"It is beautiful, isn't it?" Jim said as he stood beside her, both of them beaming.

"It's like a dream come true," Cynthia said as Jim reached up and caressed her shoulder.

"Kind of like last night?"

She turned to him, happy to see the coy smile on his face. She leaned over and gave him another peck on the lips. "Yes, just like last night. Now, make that call to room service. I'm starving but I want to get out there soon."

*

While Cynthia went into the shower, Jim looked through the binder next to the phone and made a call to room service. After placing their order, he also looked through the section of some of the amenities the resort had to offer. He was blown away by just the initial listings:

• All black staff
• Discretion assured
• Clothing optional for wives
• No condoms needed
• Gloryhole Tuesdays are open to locals
• Filming facilities available upon request
• Gangbang team on standby 24/7
• Please no intercourse with white men in public areas
• Black Swallow Bar open to female guests only
• Special requests are complied with whenever possible

He couldn't believe what he was seeing, but everything he saw reinforced the thought that he had definitely picked the right place for Cynthia's 'Coming Out' party, as he thought of it, or 'Cumming Out' party, as Jim knew some people would spell it.

He reread all the listings again, many of them catching his eye and making his mind race, especially that one about the 'Gangbang team on standby 24/7'. As he scanned through the more detailed descriptions of what the resort had to offer, he couldn't keep the smile off his face. Yes, this was definitely going to be an interesting vacation.

*

Cynthia came out of the shower wrapped in one of the resort's big fluffy robes, towel drying her hair as Jim went in for his morning routine. She made her way out onto the patio, loving the feel of the soft air on her as she leaned against the glass guardrail, watching people move about on the meandering pathways below. Privacy barriers on each side of the large outdoor patio made their space intimately their own, with the only view forward, towards the ocean. Cynthia gazed out at all the splendour before her, pinching herself to make sure it was real. She saw couples making their way here and there, with many already lounging by the pools or relaxing at the beach. Even from their third-floor vantage point, she could tell that most of them were about the same age as her and Jim. She found comfort in that, knowing that there were so many other women like her that were here for a very specific reason--to get fucked by big black cock. With those libidinous thoughts swirling through her brain, she looked down and spotted a few workers tending to the beautifully landscaped gardens. Young black men in tight golf shirts and khaki pants, their arms and faces glistening with sweat as they worked. Cynthia felt herself shiver, thinking about the idea of those young men working on her instead. A few minutes later Jim joined her, wearing one of the plush robes as well. A rap on the door made them both turn.

"Ah, that'll be room service," Jim said as he turned and walked back into the room.

"Do you think we could have it here, sweetheart?" Cynthia said as she pointed to the small table close to where she was standing. "It's so beautiful out here."

"I don't see why not," Jim called back before opening the suite door.

Cynthia sat down at the small table for two on the deck while the room service attendant wheeled a cart right up to the patio doors. As Jim took his spot next to Cynthia, the attendant carried some covered dishes out to the table and placed them down in front of them, followed by cups and saucers with a personal carafe of coffee, which Cynthia was happy to see. He followed that up with utensils and everything else necessary for a perfect breakfast.

Cynthia couldn't help but let her eyes roam over the young man's form. Like the others the night before, he was dressed in the standard uniform of a white golf shirt and khaki shorts. He was well-built, just as the others were last night, his ebony skin shining in the morning sun. She noticed the small gold name tag pinned to his shirt: CARNELL. He had a nice bulge beneath his shorts. Cynthia couldn't help but stare at the bulge of a very big cock trapped beneath the confining fabric. She felt herself salivating just thinking about what he had in there.

Like a magician performing a magic trick, Carnell deftly removed the metal hats from their breakfast plates, revealing a steaming plate of Eggs Benedict for Jim, and a large plate of mixed fruit with a side order of toast for Cynthia.

"Would Miss like some fresh cream on her fruit this morning?" Carnell asked after he poured them each a cup of coffee.

"Yes, please," Cynthia replied.

Cynthia was shocked as the young man quickly zipped open his shorts and drew out his cock. He moved right next to her as he started stroking it. Both she and Jim watched, wide-eyed, as Carnell rhythmically stroked his long black cock. Cynthia could only stare as the bloated head seemed to throb right before her eyes, her mouth watering as the young man's hand pumped back and forth. In less than a minute, he pointed the big purple crown of his cock down at her plate, just before a thick white rope of spunk jettisoned forth.

"Oh my God!" Cynthia muttered as she watched the young man cover her plate of fruit with a torrent of cum. He was moving his cock from side to side as he shot, ribbons and strands of milky jizz spewing forth onto her food. Cynthia couldn't believe how much this guy could shoot.

"Cream in your coffee too, Miss?" he asked through gritted teeth.

"Yes please," Cynthia responded instantly. He moved the tip of his shooting cock over to her coffee cup, shooting a few more white ropes of spunk right onto the top of her steaming cup of coffee. Finally, his climax complete, he carefully drew the oozing tip of his cock over the edge of her cup, leaving a glittering pearl of cum shining on the rim.

Cynthia and Jim sat mesmerized as the young man deftly tucked his cock back into his shorts and zipped up. "Enjoy your breakfast," he said before turning on his heel and making his way out, taking the room service cart with him.

"Wow, did you see that?" Jim was finally able to say once they heard their room door close.

"It was pretty hard to miss," Cynthia said as she looked down at her colorful plate of fruit, which was now covered with a shimmering glaze of semen. She felt herself licking her lips as she looked at the shiny strands and milky gobs of cum.

"I didn't have any idea that's what he meant when he asked if you wanted cream."

"I didn't either," Cynthia muttered as her hand picked up her fork, "but it looks wonderful." She speared a piece of melon, which was absolutely dripping with cum. She brought it her mouth and sniffed, feeling the distinctive scent settle into her senses like an intoxicating drug. She slid the gooey piece of fruit into her mouth, letting her tongue roll over it as the scintillating flavor of cum made her taste buds come alive.

"Mmm..." She couldn't help the purr that emanated from deep in her throat. "I think I'll be ordering this every day." She gladly swallowed that first bite and then attacked her plate for more. She paused and brought her cup to her mouth, licking up that shimmering morsel from the rim before taking a sip, Carnell's rich white cum marbling teasingly on the surface of her hot cup of coffee. She eagerly slurped, drawing the flowing cream into her mouth.

"Well, that's the perfect way to start the day," Cynthia said as she ate the last piece of fruit, a tart piece of pineapple thoroughly doused in Carnell's spunk.

"I think you missed a bit," Jim said as he pointed to a drop of cum dangling off the edge of the plate.

"Ah, don't want to let it go to waste," Cynthia replied as she picked her plate up and ran her tongue along the edge, making sure to get every last morsel.

*

A short time later, they were strolling around the grounds, Cynthia's curvy form hidden by a colorful cover-up that she had wrapped around her and tied behind her neck. Beneath the attractive piece of fabric she wore one of her new purchases, a yellow bikini in which she looked absolutely stunning. Once Jim had seen her in it, there was no way in hell they were getting out of the store without that bathing suit in their possession.

They took a leisurely stroll around the grounds, familiarizing themselves with the layout and everything the resort had to offer. Cynthia was beside herself with excitement and happiness, looking from one thing to the next as they walked around. They were just about to grab a spot by one of the pools when an attendant approached them.

"Mister Jim, Tent #3 is ready for you and Miss Cynthia," the young man said. He turned and pointed to a row of five sizable white tents set a short distance back from the main pool. Two of the tents currently had the fabric at the front closed, while the other three had the front flaps tied back at the corners. "Devon will be joining you shortly."

"What's that all about?" Cynthia asked as the attendant walked away.

"When you were in the shower this morning, I booked you a poolside massage. I thought that would be a nice way for you to start the day."

A massage...Cynthia thought that sounded perfect. "Oh, that's so sweet of you to do that for me, dear."

Cynthia took Jim's hand and they strolled over to the row of tents, nicely shaded by a series of tall palms that swayed softly in the warm ocean breeze. As they walked past Tent #1, which had the flaps closed, they heard low spa-type new age music playing from within. The tranquil sound was broken as Cynthia heard a low deep moan emanate from behind the tent's walls, followed by the words "Oh fuck, yes, that's it...nice and deep." She thought that sounded like a pretty good massage that woman was getting.

They spotted a small sign with the number '3' affixed next to the middle tent and stepped inside. Inside the tent was a standard massage table with a counter with a built-in sink a short distance to the side. In the back corner of the tent was a small shower with a curtain that could be pulled around to give the user some privacy. In the opposite corner was a chair, facing towards the massage table at a forty-five-degree angle, just like the cuckold chair next to the bed in their room. It didn't take Cynthia long to figure out what that was for, or for Jim either. Jim took his spot on the chair while Cynthia perched on the edge of the massage table. Their attention was drawn by a sound from Tent #5 slightly down from them, the only other one that had the drapes closed, with the subtle tones of soft music coming from within as well.

"YES...YES...OH FUCK...YESSSSSSSSS!" This came out accompanied by a high-pitched squeal, which made both Cynthia and Jim smile.

"It sounds like she's really enjoying her massage," Jim commented.

"Good morning!" A deep resonant voice made them turn as a striking young man entered the tent. He was wearing stretchy red swim trunks and a white singlet, neither of which detracted from his impressive physique. Both of those items fit him like a second skin, leaving nothing to the imagination.

Cynthia found herself taking a quick breath as she looked him over. The term 'built like a brick shit-house' came immediately to her mind. He wasn't as tall as the men she'd sucked off the night before, probably topping out at about 5'-10". But there was nothing small about him at all. He was broad in the shoulders with a barrel chest that looked like two plates of armor beneath his singlet, the sculpted muscles beneath his smooth black skin setting her teeth on edge. The sinews in his shoulders and arms seemed to ripple mesmerizingly beneath his skin as he stepped further into the tent, like powerful cables waiting to test their strength. He had a triangular torso, like a swimmer's, that funnelled down from his broad shoulders to a taut stomach with a clearly defined six-pack that was clearly visible through the tight singlet.

Cynthia let her gaze drift down, her eyes immediately locking on the sizable slab of man-muscle beneath his swim trunks. Her heart skipped a beat as she took in the immensity of the salami-sized cock lying crosswise, reaching almost to his hip. The enormous prick cast a teasing shadow on the red material of his trunks, emphasizing the girth of that magnificent unit. His balls matched the tremendous size of the cock they served, like two large lemons encased in the stretchy fabric of his trunks, ready to fill her with a cascade of potent semen.

Cynthia forced herself to look further down, shuddering as she looked at tree-trunk-like thighs and powerful calves, both corded with muscle beneath his gleaming black skin.

"You must be Mr. Jim," the young man said as he stepped over and shook Jim's hand, then turned to Cynthia.

She looked up at his attractive face, taking in a thousand-watt smile that looked like something out of a toothpaste commercial. His head was completely shaved, his bald pate shining like polished marble in the morning light. He had pronounced cheekbones that set off big dark eyes, and full lips that Cynthia wanted to lean into and kiss right there. A trimmed moustache and goatee combined with a small, hooped earring in each ear to make him look even sexier. Cynthia felt herself almost swoon as he took her delicate little hand in his big mitt and gripped it firmly, but not too firm--just right. Under that simple touch, Cynthia could already feel herself getting wet between the legs.

"And you must be Miss Cynthia." He gave her hand a gentle practiced squeeze to let her know those hands of his were capable of magic.

"Yes, I'm...I'm Miss Cynthia," she stammered back, feeling clumsy and embarrassed to be calling herself that.

"And I'm Devon. I'm pleased to be the one giving you your massage today." He finally released Cynthia's hand, which caused her to look down at it, as if she'd been touched by some other-worldly being.

"Mister Jim, if you'd like to take your seat please." Devon nodded towards the seat in the corner while he closed and secured the flaps at the front of the tent, giving them total privacy.

Jim took his seat as Devon opened a couple of cupboards below the counter at the side of the tent. He flicked a switch or two and seconds later, the enclosed space was blessed with soothing sounds like they'd heard coming from the other tents. Even though it was very low-key and in the background, Cynthia could feel it relaxing her immediately, even though she was excited about what was to come.

"If you'd like to take off what you're wearing, you can hang your things up over there," Devon said as he pointed to a coat rack with numerous hooks in the back corner of the tent. "Then you can lie down on the table and cover yourself with this, please, while I get some of this oil warmed up." He laid a fresh folded sheet on the massage table. He turned his back to her as he set out some towels and bottles of oils and lotions on the countertop. "Would you like me to start the massage on your front or on your back?" Devon paused as Cynthia hesitated. "I'll do whatever you like, Miss Cynthia. I'm here to please you in any way I can."

Those words made Cynthia melt. "Thank you, Devon. I think we'll start with the front," she said, wanting to feel those big hands on her tits as soon as possible.

"Whatever you say, Miss," Devon replied with a smile as his gaze drifted down to the colossal shelf of her breasts before turning back to readying his supplies.

Cynthia reached up and undid the knot in the wrap at the back of her neck. She drew the flimsy piece of fabric off her body as she stepped over to the back corner. She saw that Devon kept his back to her. He stayed busy sorting out the things on the counter as she peeled off her bikini and hung it up with the wrap. She watched him pour some of the oil into a metal dish, which she could see was plugged into the counter unit. He didn't turn around until she was lying supine on the massage table, with the folded sheet covering her from her shoulders to the tops of her thighs, her voluminous breasts settling out over the whole breadth of her chest. She could already smell the calming scent of the warming oil filling the tent and couldn't wait to feel him smooth that slippery fluid over her sensitive mounds of flesh.

Devon finally turned in her direction, his hands rubbing together after he'd filled his palms with some of the oil. His flinty eyes lit up and the corners of his mouth turned up in an appreciative smile as he looked at her. "You have a beautiful body, Miss Cynthia," he said as he stepped over next to the massage table, his tall muscular body looming over hers. He looked her up and down as he continued to rub his hands together, his big mitts glistening erotically as his eyes lingered for a long time on the impressive swell of her breasts. "Very beautiful."