The knock on the door came hard and fast, like the man on the other side didn't give a fuck about waiting. Karen opened it in her robe, hair still wet from the shower, and there he stood: Marcus, the truancy officer, tall, broad, dark skin tight over muscle, uniform shirt stretched across his chest. "Your boy skipped again," he said, voice low and direct. "Third time this month. We need to talk."
She stepped aside without thinking. He walked in like he owned the place, boots heavy on the floor. The door clicked shut behind him. "He's eighteen now," she started, but Marcus cut her off. "Don't matter. Rules are rules. You gonna do something about it or should I report this higher?"
Karen's robe slipped open a little at the chest. His eyes went straight there. "What do you want?" she asked, already knowing from the way he looked at her. Marcus didn't waste time. "I want that white pussy. Been watching you drop him off. Figured today was the day."
She didn't slap him. Instead she let the robe fall open the rest of the way. Big tits, pale skin, shaved cunt already starting to glisten. "Then fuck me," she said, raw and flat. "Right here."
Marcus grabbed her by the hips and spun her toward the kitchen table. He yanked the robe off completely and bent her over. His belt clinked open, zipper down, and that thick black cock sprang out, heavy and veined, already hard. He spat on his hand, rubbed it over the head, and shoved two fingers straight into her pussy without warning. She was wet enough. "Tight white cunt," he growled. "Gonna stretch this shit out."
He lined up and pushed in deep on the first thrust. Karen gasped, hands gripping the edge of the table. Marcus didn't ease up.
He fucked her hard from the start, hips slapping against her ass, balls swinging. Each stroke went balls-deep, his cock dragging along every inch inside her. "Fuck, yeah," he grunted. "Take that black dick. Been needing this."
She pushed back into him, meeting every thrust. "Harder," she told him. "Don't hold back." He grabbed her hair, pulled her head back, and pounded faster. The table rocked. Her tits swung under her. Wet sounds filled the kitchen every time he bottomed out.
Marcus pulled out, flipped her around, and lifted her onto the table. He spread her legs wide and slammed back in, watching his dark cock disappear into her pink pussy. "Look at that," he said. "White mom taking every inch." He reached down and rubbed her clit with his thumb while he fucked her. Karen came quick, legs shaking, pussy clenching around him. He didn't stop. He kept driving through it until she came again, louder this time.
He pulled her off the table and pushed her to her knees. "Suck it clean," he ordered. She opened her mouth and took him in, tasting herself on his shaft. Marcus held her head and fucked her throat, slow at first then deeper. Spit ran down her chin onto her tits. "Good girl," he muttered. "Swallow that dick."
When he was close he yanked her up, bent her over the counter this time, and drove back into her pussy. His hands gripped her ass hard enough to leave marks. He fucked her with short, brutal strokes, grunting with each one. "Gonna fill this white cunt," he warned. Karen pushed back harder. "Do it. Cum in me."
Marcus slammed in one last time and unloaded, thick ropes of cum pumping deep. He stayed buried, grinding against her ass while he finished. When he pulled out, cum leaked down her thighs. He wiped his cock on her ass cheek and tucked it away.
Karen stayed bent over, breathing hard. Marcus adjusted his uniform. "Tell your boy to show up tomorrow," he said. "Or I'll be back. Same time." He walked out without another word. Karen straightened up, cum still dripping, already thinking about the next skip.
