The knock hit the door like he owned the place. Linda wiped her hands on her jeans and opened it to find the truancy officer standing there, tall and broad in a dark uniform, his black skin shining under the porch light. Marcus Reed, the card said. He didnt smile.
Your boys missed twelve days this month, he said, voice low and flat. I can write him up right now or we talk inside.
Linda stepped back. The house was empty except for them. She led him to the kitchen, heart pounding. Marcus didnt sit. He leaned against the counter, arms crossed, eyes moving over her body without apology.
I cant have another report on him, she said. Tell me what you need.
He looked her up and down again. I need you to make this worth my time. On your knees.
She didnt hesitate long. The zipper of his pants came down and his thick black cock sprang out, already half-hard and heavy. Linda wrapped her fingers around it, feeling the heat and the weight. She opened her mouth and took the head in, tongue sliding over the smooth skin, tasting salt. Marcus grunted and pushed forward, feeding her more until her lips stretched around the shaft.
Thats it, he said. Suck it like you mean it.
She bobbed her head, spit running down his length, hand working what her mouth couldnt reach. His hand landed on the back of her head, guiding her deeper until she gagged. He didnt let up. She kept going, throat working, eyes watering, until he pulled her off with a wet pop.
Strip.
Linda peeled off her shirt and jeans. No bra, no panties. Marcus turned her around, bent her over the kitchen table, and kicked her feet apart. Two thick fingers pushed straight into her pussy, checking how wet she already was.
Fuckin soaked, he muttered. You been thinking about this?
He lined up and shoved in with one hard thrust. Linda cried out as her cunt stretched around his cock, the thick girth forcing her walls open. He didnt wait. He started fucking her in steady, deep strokes, the table legs scraping the floor with every slam. Her tits dragged against the wood, nipples hard. Marcus grabbed her hips and pounded harder, balls slapping her clit on every thrust.
Say it, he growled. Tell me you want this black dick fixing your problem.
I want it, she gasped. Fuck me harder. Make it go away.
He pulled out, spun her, and lifted her onto the table. Her legs went over his shoulders and he drove back in, deeper than before. The wet sound of his cock slamming into her filled the kitchen. Sweat dripped from his chest onto her stomach. She reached down and rubbed her clit while he fucked her, the pressure building fast.
Marcus leaned in, biting her neck, then her nipple, sucking hard while his hips never stopped. Linda came with a sharp moan, pussy clenching around him, juices running down his shaft.
He kept going through it, using her orgasm to fuck her even rougher.
When he pulled out again, he flipped her onto her stomach on the table and spread her ass. His thumb pressed against her tight hole while his cock slid back into her pussy. Next time I come here, this ass is mine too, he said, pushing the thumb in alongside his thrusts.
Linda pushed back against him, taking everything. He fucked her until his breathing changed, then yanked out and stroked his cock over her ass and lower back. Thick ropes of cum painted her skin, hot and heavy. Marcus rubbed the head through it, smearing it across her cheeks.
He tucked himself away, zipped up, and picked up his clipboard.
Boys absences are excused for now, he said. Ill be back in two weeks to check on him. You better be ready.
The door closed behind him. Linda stayed bent over the table, cum cooling on her skin, cunt still twitching, already wondering how shed explain the next visit to herself.
