Seducing My Dad's Lawyer

All characters are above the age of 18 unless otherwise specified.

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"Because I still think it's stupid and a waste of time. But whatever, he's getting here in a sec so I can't just keep arguing," I explained into the phone.

"Yes, I'll tell him you give your best," I sighed. "Love you too Dad."

God he was frustrating.

I hung up the phone and checked my texts.

"Pulling in through the line now, just waiting on traffic," was the update.

"What kind of car?" I typed out quickly.

"Black Mercedes SUV," came the immediate response.

What was he, an Uber Black? A comic book movie villain? I rolled my eyes and huffed, before catching myself.

I should at least try to stay in a good mood, not be overly judgy, and go in with an open mind, I reminded myself.

I turned my phone off and stared at the slow-moving line of cars in the outer lane of arrivals. I couldn't see a black Mercedes SUV yet.

Something hit me from behind out of nowhere. I stumbled forward, knocking my tote off the top of my biggest suitcase, and whipped around to see a young boy running amok on the sidewalk.

"Watch it!" I snapped as he hustled away.

"Sorry!" an older woman, presumably his mom, apologized to me. She had her hands full with suitcases and seemed to be trying to corral her kid, running off in the same direction after him.

I sighed and put my tote back on top of my big suitcase.

I just wanted to go home.

This would be my first summer ever not staying at home. I had just finished up my sophomore year of college, and I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life.

My dad was a hedge fund manager, and frankly I'd never had a reason to want to work. School was never a primary concern of mine - I'd coasted along just enough in high school to get into our state school, and I was coasting along just enough through my Communications major to still be on track to graduate in 4 (and a half, but whatever) years while taking full advantage of the fun of college.

I was smarter than I looked, or what my grades suggested, but I'd never had any real motivation to do any job or career in particular. So why bother trying?

My parents had been getting on me since I started college that I had to figure out what I should do with my life.

Dad wanted me to get a job in finance like him and go work in NYC. But that sounded so boring, and like a lot of work.

So my mom got it in her brain while I was away at school that I should be a lawyer. Even though I'd never once expressed an interest in the law, like ever. But the decision was made, without me having a say, that I would spend the summer working in a law firm.

Dad then went overboard and called up his lawyer, one of his old college buddies, and asked him about me living and working with him for his firm. And that was that, it was settled. I was going to San Diego to work for my dad's attorney and live with his family for the summer.

It could've been worse. I figured the job would be cushy, I'd probably just have to sit at a desk and answer the phones or emails all summer or something. Plus the weather was phenomenal, and San Diego was gorgeous.

Unfortunately I wasn't 21 yet, and I didn't know how strict the lawyer guy or his family would be. So I didn't count on being able to have a ton of fun going out, but I was still holding out hope.

One thing I knew for sure was that the attorney's house had a pool. I'd looked it up on Zillow. One of my suitcases was brimming with swimsuits - I couldn't wait to tan by a pool in the California summer sun.

The honk of a black Mercedes pulled me out of my daydreaming.

Fuck, that was him.

The SUV pulled up right in front of me and stopped. The driver door opened, and the attorney walked around to me.

"Hey, Taylor? I'm Marcus," he introduced himself.

Marcus was nothing like what I'd expected. I'd only ever heard stories about him or mentions about legal stuff my dad needed. In my head, he was a crusty, round, old white guy.

But standing in front of me was the exact opposite. Marcus was probably 6'5 and absolutely jacked. He looked like he could pick me up and snap me as easily as a twig.

He was black, with a rich skin tone the color of dark chocolate. His head was shaved, with a full black beard that was starting to show signs of greying. His polo shirt clung tightly to his thick frame, showing off full sleeve tattoos on both arms. Small studs shone in his ears, and his bright white smile beamed.

Uhh, why was my dad's attorney a total DILF??

"Hey Marcus, nice to meet you!" I recovered after my moment of swooning. "Yes, I'm Taylor."

We shook hands - his hand totally engulfed mine. Not hard to do when I was 5'1 and he was damn near a foot and a half taller than me.

"Let me help you with your bags," he volunteered, and hoisted my things into his trunk. I couldn't help but admire the muscles in his arms work as he lifted the heavier suitcase.

"The things your parents shipped got here yesterday," he let me know. I could only fit so many clothes in 2 carry-ons and 2 checked bags.

"Perfect, thank you!" I responded. I didn't think of myself as being a super bubbly person internally, but sorority rush had taught me really well how to turn it on for strangers when I needed to. "My dad says hi."

"That's very nice, tell him I say hi back."

Marcus got back in the SUV right as the car behind us honked to get us moving. I clambered in the passenger seat and we pulled out of the airport.

"You don't really look a ton like an attorney," I said pointedly as we pulled onto the highway. "Like, not in a bad way," I clarified.

"Thanks?" Marcus replied with a smile. "I'll take that as a compliment."

"Yeah just the earrings and tattoos. And like, you're huge."

Marcus chuckled. "I've definitely gotten that before a time or two. I like to have my own style, I guess. I'm not a big fan of blending in, I want to make a statement when I walk in the room."

"That makes sense, I guess," I replied.

"And I was a linebacker in college," he continued. "Played 4 years of D1 football and then a few years in Canada before I called it quits. So that's the size."

"Ahh," I pondered. My dad definitely had not mentioned that his lawyer was a former college football player. "Well I'm sure you have a lot of great stories. The football players at our school definitely get up to some fun."

I'd hooked up with one or two. Ok, three.

Four if you count punters, but that basically doesn't count. He didn't tell me what position he played before I'd fucked him, and if he had I probably wouldn't have done it.

Marcus chuckled. "Well it was the 90s. We were kinda stars around campus, even if we weren't actually that good. Yeah, it was a fun time."

He explained how he'd met my dad - they were paired together for a semester-long project in some freshman econ class or something, and became good friends all through college after that. When Marcus became a lawyer after quitting football, my dad had immediately gotten him on retainer.

"So we go way back," he finished. "I've heard stories about you since you were a kid. I think I can remember hearing about when you were born actually."

"Wow, that's crazy. Do you have kids of your own?"

"Oh yeah, how could I forget? My wife Henrietta and I have one girl, Charlotte. She's a little younger than you, she's finishing up her last year of high school."

"Gotcha," I nodded. So Charlotte was 18ish, two years younger than me. Hopefully she was chill. Maybe it would be fun to have another girl my age around the house.

After a bit, Marcus turned the conversation to my interest in law. I wasn't sure if I should make something up, or what exactly my parents had told him. But I pretended to seem like I was interested and knew what he was talking about as he explained the ins and outs of his job to me.

My ears perked up more when he started explaining a little about what I'd be doing, but it sounded super easy from what he'd said.

Since I wasn't a lawyer or law student I couldn't do any actual legal work, so it mostly seemed like standard intern/secretary stuff. Which hopefully meant cushy desk time, preferably with a computer screen no one else could see so I could online shop during the day without having to worry about nosy people looking over my shoulder.

Our conversation took up the rest of the drive. We pulled into the driveway of their house, just outside the city. It was a pretty sweet place. It looked pretty typical SoCal: white stucco walls, a red roof, vines climbing up trellises on the walls.

We got out, Marcus helped me with my bags, and we made our way inside.

The inside of the house was huge, and gorgeous. They had a chandelier in the loft entryway and a curved staircase leading up to the second floor. It definitely made a crazy first impression.

"Hello, hello!" I heard a woman's voice call out.

A second later, a woman popped out around a corner. She looked to be in her 40s or 50s, with short, frizzy black hair and beautiful caramel-colored skin, a fair bit lighter than Marcus'. She was tall too, definitely way taller than me, with gorgeous long legs.

"You must be Taylor, I'm Henrietta," she said with a smile as she approached. "It's so nice to meet you! I'm so excited to have you here with us for the summer!"

She leaned in and brought me into a hug.

"Forgive me, I'm a big hugger," Henrietta explained. "But when I heard you'd be staying with us, we were so excited! Hopefully the summer will be a lot of fun."

"Yes, hopefully! I couldn't be more excited either," I lied a bit. Being home would be way better. But life could be a lot worse than staying here for the summer too, in a gorgeous house with a gorgeous family. Marcus especially.

Another girl came bouncing into the entryway. "Hey, I'm Charlotte, nice to meet you," she waved to introduce herself. She was a few years younger than me, with glowing youthful skin. Her hair and skin were almost carbon copies of her mom, although she had her hair way longer, halfway down her back. But you could see all the similarities to Marcus in the face, her eyes especially. Plus she was super tall as well, like almost 6 feet.

I was going to be positively surrounded by giants this summer, but oh well.

"Hey I'm Taylor. So great to meet you!" I replied back, channeling all my sorority rush energy.

"Let's get your bags put away and get you settled in!" Henrietta said. "We put all the stuff your parents shipped in one of the guest beds."

Marcus went to the store to get dinner stuff while the girls gave me a house tour. The house was huge and beautiful. Henrietta explained that her dad was a pretty wealthy businessman, and obviously I assumed that Marcus did really well at work too. Henrietta had been a biomedical researcher for 25 years, but semi-retired from that a few years ago and now taught pilates and pottery classes for fun.

While the whole house was incredible, I was most wowed by the back patio and pool. It was set into the hill their house was on, so beyond the pool was just trees and greenery for a while up the hill until the next row of houses a ways further up. It was private and had a nice sun/shade split, plus tons of chaise lounges for tanning and an outdoor kitchen for grilling.

I wished my parents had this setup, but they always said pool maintenance was too much work for it to be worth it.

"Holy shit, I will be spending my entire summer out here," I laughed.

"Good, it could get some more use," Henrietta said. "We don't use it nearly enough."

"Well maybe this is our sign to," Charlotte added.

"For sure, we'll tan back here all the time," I said to Charlotte, trying to extend an olive branch.

"Definitely!" she replied.

"Ugh, you two are adorable!" Henrietta said. "Don't make me regret not giving her a sister!" she joked to me.

"I'll try not to," I replied with a smirk.

We walked around the rest of the house, before me and Charlotte were going to go back upstairs to unpack all my stuff.

"It's past 6, almost dinner soon. Do you guys want a glass of wine while you work?" Henrietta asked.

"Sure," Charlotte replied quickly.

I knew that I was going to have to sus out how strict/cool the family was, but this seemed like a good sign. Clearly they didn't care about drinking.

"Uhh sure," I replied as well.

Henrietta poured us all glasses of white wine and stayed downstairs to get the kitchen ready for dinner. Charlotte and I headed upstairs to unpack all my bags.

It was slow work, and I began regretting how many bags I brought.

But Charlotte and I got the chance to talk, and we could not stop talking.

She was a senior, about to graduate in a month. She was going to Berkeley in the fall to play volleyball, so I knew she was clearly both way smarter and more athletic than me. But in spite of that, she was super chill and down to earth. We both were massive Lorde fans which brought us together, and loved a lot of the same TV shows. Charlotte clearly had better attention to detail than me because she was picking up on stuff in White Lotus that I for sure hadn't even noticed.

We were maybe halfway or a third of the way through unpacking and had just finished our glasses of wine when we heard Marcus get home.

"Dad's home," Charlotte pointed out. "We should head down for dinner in like 10 or 15."

"Okay perfect," I replied. I'd just finished unpacking one of my carry-ons and scanned the room, looking for my next target. Maybe the box of dresses that had gotten shipped from home, by the exterior door.

"Where does that door go by the way?" I asked, finally getting curious about the door off of my bedroom.

"Oh, wait, this is awesome," Charlotte said first. "Come here, it's sick."

She opened the door and stepped out onto a wide balcony overlooking the back patio and hills. Peeking out to the left was a partial view of the city and the sunset. It was stunning. The early May sun was beginning to descend already, casting long shadows over everything.

"Wow," I took it all in.

"The best part is it connects to my room," Charlotte said. Sure enough, there was another door to the right of mine that led into Charlotte's room.

"Can I tell you a secret?" Charlotte asked.

"Uh yeah, of course," I responded, getting excited.

"Well it's not a secret, I guess. My parents know and are chill with it," she explained. "But I come out here to smoke a joint most nights."

She motioned to the two Adirondack chairs on the balcony and the little table between them.

"Wait, that's so awesome!" I giggled. "We're gonna be best friends."

Charlotte laughed back. "Well I'm glad I have a new smoke buddy."

"Oh, absolutely. We'll be here every night, are you kidding me? With this view?" I drank it all in for a moment.

"So your parents are like super chill with everything?" I asked. "Drinking, weed?"

Charlotte nodded her head. "I mean within reason I guess, but they don't care if I smoke or drink at home. As long as I'm safe and they know where I am. I guess they don't know I have a vape, but I don't know if they would care anyway."

"Oh good," I said, immediately pulling my own vape from my pocket and taking a puff. "I was waiting til I was alone, I didn't know how cool everyone would be."

Charlotte pulled out hers and took a hit in solidarity. "Girl, I'm cool as hell. Don't worry."

"Good, I won't," I smiled. "I'm so excited for the rest of the summer, it's gonna be a blast."

"Agreed," Charlotte grinned back.

We headed back in to do a little more unpacking and kept yapping about Charlotte's friend group who I was supposedly going to meet soon.

"Girls!" A yell interrupted our bonding session. "Dinner's ready!"

The two of us headed downstairs, helped ourselves to a big bowl of the pasta, and sat with Henrietta and Marcus at the dinner table.

Both Henrietta and Marcus wanted to get to know me more, so dinner was mostly them asking questions, getting my life story, setting the scene for the summer. I got to know more about how they met and what Charlotte was like as a kid.

For all intents and purposes, they seemed like the perfect family. I was waiting for there to be a catch somewhere, but I didn't get it. How were they all so nice, smart, successful, and stunning? It didn't make sense.

"Now we also wanted to just talk through some ground rules for the summer," Henrietta explained as dinner was winding down. "We like to think of ourselves as pretty cool parents, but obviously we don't want anything happening to you either. So we'd ask that you just always let us know where you are and who you're with to make sure you're safe. Be home by a reasonable time on weekdays, or if you're staying over with someone just let us know. We don't care about smoking or drinking or anything, just be safe and responsible in whatever you do. But that's it!"

"We want you to have fun and enjoy your summer," Marcus added. "We were young once, we expect you, both of you," he said, eyeing over to Charlotte, "to get into a little mischief. Just be safe in whatever you do, and don't get arrested is all I have to add."

"Awesome, that all sounds good to me!" I replied. "I had no plans on getting arrested any time soon."

"Good," Marcus chuckled. "Although luckily I know some pretty good lawyers."

We all helped clean up, and then Charlotte and I went back upstairs to finish unpacking. It took another hour or so, but we finally finished.

"J to celebrate?" Charlotte asked, raising her eyebrows.

"You won't find me saying no," I laughed.

"Good. Mom buys all the stuff for me since I'm not old enough yet," she explained as we crossed the balcony back over to her room. She grabbed a box from a drawer in her nightstand and opened it to reveal all her gardening supplies and cache.

"Does your Mom smoke too?" I inquired.

"No but she takes edibles all the time," Charlotte explained. "She gets shmacked before every pottery class she teaches. Says it helps her feel the clay better."

"Well good for her," I chuckled at the thought.

Charlotte and I ventured out to the balcony and sparked up. We chatted, staring out at the night sky - you could see just a few stars through the light pollution & city haze. But the hills, moon, and city skyline made for a beautiful smoking view.

The joint dwindled down quickly, but we kept talking for a while afterwards. It felt nice having a girl my age around the house. My brothers were both 6 years apart from me on either side, so I always felt a little isolated age-wise and was sorely lacking feminine energy to vibe with. I got the sense that Charlotte appreciated having someone else there too.

Eventually it got late, and Marcus was going to show me around the office tomorrow, although I wasn't going to officially start until the next Monday, so I had an early morning wakeup.

Charlotte and I both said our goodnights and went to bed. I sank back into the comfy pillows and realized how much more excited I was for the summer now than I had been when I woke up this morning.

***

The 7 AM alarm rudely jolted me out of my high spirits.

Marcus was already fully dressed and mostly through breakfast by the time I got downstairs. I put on nice blue jeans, a white blouse, and a sleek dark grey blazer. I had taken some time to fluff my hair and put on some makeup, but didn't go too crazy. I'd never had to dress up to go into work before, but I definitely thought I fit the "smart, sassy, independent, young woman" vibe with my OOTD.

"Morning," Marcus remarked, staring up from his iPad and plate of eggs. "I made enough eggs for you too, and there's bread for toast in the pantry."

"Oh, thank you," I tried to sound as grateful as I could through my grogginess. That was very nice of him. Such a perfect gentleman. I always wanted a man who would cook me breakfast.

"For sure. Coffee's in the pot too."

I put my toast in, scraped the rest of the eggs onto my plate, and got myself a cup of coffee. Marcus came in to clean up his dishes as I buttered my bread.

"You just missed Charlotte, she's normally gone for school by 7:20 or so," Marcus explained. "I like to head out by 7:45 or 8ish."

"Okay, sounds good," I replied. I had about 15 minutes to eat my breakfast.

Marcus sat with me at the dining room table while I ate. He asked me about my college classes, my plans for next year. I told him I wanted to do a semester abroad in the spring, and he offered lots of good advice on which city to choose from.

We got out to his car 10 minutes before eight and headed toward the office.

It was a pretty short drive, but the rush hour traffic made it take about half an hour. Marcus and I got some good individual bonding time. He was very curious, always asking me lots of questions about me. It was nice, just being able to ramble on and talk about myself. He was a good listener. And he definitely provided a great view while I rambled too.

We got to the office, and Marcus ushered me in. His firm's office was in a high rise, with a great view out all of the windows in every direction over the city and out to the water.

The place was definitely bougie - maybe being an attorney wouldn't be so bad. Ugh, except for all the school, I could never go to law school. That seemed like it would suck.

But the office was nice as hell, there was a whole kitchen, nice lounge area, the individual offices were great. I wouldn't have my own office, but I'd have a fancy-ish cubicle/desk setup next to some of the other support staff and law school interns.

But I did notice that no one would be able to see my computer from behind. So I was very happy about online shopping without any stress.

Marcus showed me around and introduced me to everyone as we went. Most of the faces and names blended together. It was mostly a lot of middle-aged white dudes who kind of looked the same. Marcus definitely stood out in all the right ways. He was 100% the office DILF.

After our tour, he dropped me off with one of the admin people, a heavier Latina woman in her 30s named Cristina. She had me fill out some random paperwork or something and then got my computer set up with an email and account and everything. I wasn't paying super close attention, but she seemed nice.

Lunch crept up quickly, and all of my basic orientation stuff was out of the way. Marcus offered to take me out to lunch and then drive me back home, since I wouldn't have anything else to do for the afternoon.

After we got salads for lunch together, Marcus chauffeured me back to the house. He turned back around to head to work, but I was ready to chill and relax. It was a Friday afternoon, I had nothing to do.

That pool was calling my name.

Charlotte was still at school, but Henrietta was home. She normally taught pilates in the late morning, then did some remote work for a biomedical journal or something that she was still involved with. She told me all about it when I got home but I wasn't paying super close attention.

My mind was on the pool. I skipped up the stairs to the bedroom and tore off my business outfit for the day. I went through my swimsuit drawer like a kid in a candy shop, settling on an olive green two-piece that matched the colors of my eyes nicely. I tied my wavy brown hair up in a high ponytail, grabbed my Kindle, sunglasses, vape, and headed out to the pool.

"Don't forget sunscreen!" Henrietta yelled after me as I went out to the back. "Cupboard in the half bathroom!"

"Thank you!" I called back and grabbed some sunscreen too.

The water felt so good as I dipped my toes in. I grabbed a pool floaty and just basked in the sun for a while, letting my toes drag along the surface of the water as I read. I hopped in the water fully every half hour or so, cooling myself off from the warm California summer sun.

Charlotte got home around 3:30. She had mock trial practice from 5-7 on the weekdays, so she only popped out to chat about our days for a little bit before heading in to change.

She came out again to say bye before she left. Henrietta came back out a little after that to say goodbye as well. The afternoon pottery workshop she taught ran 5:30-7:30, so she was just a little behind Charlotte leaving.

I remembered what Charlotte had said about Henrietta getting toasted before her pottery classes. I paid special attention, but Henrietta seemed pretty normal for now. Maybe it hadn't hit yet. But I did notice she was taking her bike to the class, so all the pieces were adding up.

That left just me. I stayed out by the pool, alternating between texting college friends and reading for the next hour or so.

Marcus surprised me when he got home.

"Hey Taylor!" he called out as he came out onto the patio.

I was facing the other direction and had lost track of time, so I wasn't expecting him. I jumped and almost tipped my pool floaty, but stabilized at the last second.

"Hi!" I replied, looking over my shoulder.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you," he laughed. "I thought I'd find you out here."

"Well it's a beautiful day," I spun my floaty around to face him. His figure was striking, his beautiful dark skin contrasting against the white polo shirt he had on.

And the polo shirt was definitely hugging his muscles. Fuck, he looked good like that. A shiver went up my spine, and a small ember burned in my core.

I didn't know why I was horny - I'd gotten to a steamy sex scene in my spicy romance book a few minutes before but thought I'd cooled down from then.

Looking at Marcus though, my ovaries felt like they wanted to scream out. I'd always had a little bit of a thing for older guys, and a little bit of a thing for black guys. Combine that with his stunning muscles, the tattoos, suave demeanor. Fuck, he was sexy.

"Why don't you come in too?" I asked. I knew I probably couldn't do anything crazy with him. He was married. He had a kid. He would never go for it. But was it hurting anybody if I got to see him without a shirt?

"No, I shouldn't," he sighed. "I have some emails to send."

"Send them from out here," I urged him. "No reason you can't bring your phone out. Henrietta and Charlotte both said they wanted the pool to get more use."

Marcus thought for a second. "Alright, I guess it can't hurt."

I smiled. That wasn't too hard.

I returned to my book for another few minutes before Marcus came back out. His polo and slacks were gone, replaced instead by just swim trunks.

A strong pulse crept down between my legs. His muscles were on full display. In addition to the sleeves, Marcus had a huge chest piece going across his pecs as well. His pecs were big and firm, but couldn't steal my attention from his sculpted abs. God, just looking at those was going to make me cum.

And the swim trunks he was wearing had a very high inseam. His quads were rippling underneath, practically teasing me.

I had to force myself to stop staring. Holy shit he was so sexy. Tingles emanated down my spine again and I clamped my legs together just a little tighter to provide the smallest amount of pressure to my slit.

I didn't say anything as Marcus sat at the edge of the pool, just dipping his legs in.

"Wow, it's such a nice day," he remarked. "The pool feelss good. I'm glad you made me come outside."

"Good," I replied. "I fully plan to be out here every day after work, so maybe that's the incentive for you to appreciate the fresh air and water more."

Marcus laughed. "Yeah, I guess. Henrietta has been saying ever since we got this whole back area done that she wanted it to get more use."

And I wanted to see him in nothing but those swim trunks more often. Preferably nothing at all, but I'd take what I could get.

Marcus got on his phone to send some emails; I started reading again before getting bored and just lying back to tan.

After a while the sun started to wear me down a bit, so I hopped back in the water. Marcus finally put down his phone and swam a little as well. Each stroke showed off his firing delts.

I definitely would need to get him swimming more too. I felt a little naughty objectifying Marcus, but he put in that much effort to keep himself looking like a chiseled god. The least I could do was appreciate it.

The sun started to set, the evening breeze picked up, and we headed back inside. Charlotte got home and then Henrietta on her bike a little bit after.

Henrietta was very happy to hear that I'd made Marcus go swimming and sit outside for a while.

"It'll do him good to relax a little. He works too much anyway, and we paid for the damn pool to get put in. Keep being a good influence," she told me in a light tone, but clearly still meaning it.

Henrietta was starving (surprise, surprise) so we got to work on dinner as a team.

The rest of the night was chill; Charlotte and I smoked a joint again on the balcony before bed.

The weekend was much of the same. Charlotte and I swam and tanned a lot. I got to meet two of her highschool friends, Evelyn and Amber, as they came over to join us. The next day, Henrietta took Charlotte and I into downtown to walk around and do some shopping. She ordered 3 frozen margs for all of us at a stand while Charlotte and I twiddled our thumbs half a block away trying to look inconspicuous. It was a little disarming how quickly I started to feel like part of the family.

They all were really just so nice.

My first day of work was the next Monday. I settled in fine, even if there was a little more work than I may have actually liked. It was mostly boring filing stuff. I didn't see how this could convince anyone to be a lawyer, I was basically just a secretary.

But whatever, at least my parents were satisfied.

Marcus and I drove back home from work at around 5:30. Henrietta and Charlotte were both gone already, Charlotte to mock trial practice and Henrietta to pottery. The house was ours for the time being.

I convinced Marcus to join me on the patio again. I carefully selected a white cut-out one-piece that connected the top and bottom with a ring in the middle. My small boobs were highlighted well, the material clinging tightly to the inner swells of my breasts. Plenty of skin showing off, but nothing too crazy.

"Nice swimsuit," he complimented when he came outside. I caught his eyes staring at my exposed cleavage for just the briefest of seconds, darting down and back up.

Only natural, he was a man. But it did still send a little rush through my body. It always felt good to be complimented. And from Marcus especially. I knew he thought I was hot.

"Thanks," I smiled back, trying not to overplay my position too much.

We sat on adjacent chaises while he did work and I read. After we'd been out for an hour or so, Charlotte got home and came out to chat. Henrietta arrived soon after and we transitioned to dinner time.

After dinner the adults went to bed. Charlotte and I smoked and watched a movie before saying goodnight ourselves.

That more or less became my daily routine for the next couple of weeks. I got to meet all of Charlotte's friends and had some fun with them on the weekend. The whole family went up to LA for a day since I'd never been. Work was fine, but I always looked forward to the 2 usual highlights of my day: getting to see Marcus in nothing but a tight swimsuit in the afternoons, and chilling with Charlotte on the balcony at night.

As the calendar flipped to June, the days were also getting slightly longer, meaning more tanning time.

The first Monday in June, Marcus and I came home from work, same as usual. With the amount of time spent together driving to and from work, we'd actually become relatively close. I'd gotten to know a lot about him and Henrietta, how they raised Charlotte, their plans once she graduated.

The more I got to knew him, the more charming and funny he became. Obviously I had been appreciating his looks, the muscles, his whole vibe the entire time, but getting to know him on a deeper level was illuminating as well.

On this particular day I was wearing a simple black bikini. Nothing especially crazy.

Marcus had declined to join me on the patio. We were having steaks for dinner and he wanted to get them set up in the sous-vide or something ahead of time.

So I sat by myself, listening to a podcast and scrolling on Instagram. With the amount of sun I'd been getting the last few weeks, my tan had come in nicely. I usually had to resort to spray tans through the school year, but for now my skin was a lovely golden tone, my hair noticeably lightening from its usual brown to a dirty blonde as well.

I peeked underneath my swimsuit to check how consistent my tan lines were, and then flipped over onto my stomach to get my back too.

I didn't want a bikini line over my back, so I reached behind and untied the strings of my top. I pretty much always did it whenever I tanned normally. I hadn't been doing it here, just because I didn't want to be too forward or put off Henrietta or Marcus.

But I was all on my own today, so why shouldn't I? I laid back down, my back exposed evenly to the sun now.

After another few minutes of scrolling, I got bored of my feed and set my phone down. I closed my eyes and laid down fully, still listening to my true crime podcast through my headphones.

For a while I just concentrated on the narrator's voice, the grisly murder details, and my own breath. The warm air and gentle breeze were soothing, and halfway through the episode I began to feel myself get a little tired.

I picked my head up and opened my eyes to shake off the drowsiness.

Marcus was sitting on the chaise next to me.

I jumped in surprise, not expecting him to be out here. I took my headphones out and sat up.

"Sorry I didn't realize you had come out here," I explained my surprise.

But Marcus didn't react. His eyes were big, staring right back at my chest.

I didn't have to look down to realize my mistake. I felt the air rush against my nipples, getting them slightly erect. I'd forgotten that I'd untied my top.

I paused for just a second, trying to act as natural and smooth as I could. Marcus wasn't objecting. In fact he was quite clearly staring at my naked tits.

"Did you do whatever you needed to for the steaks?" I asked nonchalantly. My heart was beating faster. This sexy DILF was ogling my tits. This was my chance.

"Um, yeah," Marcus responded. His eyes made their way up to my own, and he relaxed back into his chair. I could tell by the tension in his shoulders that he was still nervous.

Good. I wanted him nervous about staring at my boobs. That gave me the power. He was off-balance.

All men were similar. They all had the same buttons you could press to get what you wanted. And I'd been eyeing Marcus up since the first day at the airport. I'd never really thought he was achievable. But now? This might be my chance to ensnare him for good.

But that meant playing it slow.

I relaxed back into my chaise, my small boobs on full display. Lying back, my chest was pretty flat but my firm nipples were prominently protruding.

I asked Marcus another question about the steaks. He paused for a second but spilled into an answer. We chatted for a few minutes in the sun. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see his gaze keep flittering over to me and my naked chest.

He was trying to be sneaky, but I knew better. Every little peek he took sent another ripple of desire through me. I was inching closer and closer to getting him.

We laid outside for another 15 minutes or so, before the sun was creeping down deep on the horizon.

I sat up and re-tied my top in place as smoothly and nonchalantly as I could. I didn't say anything or try to explain why I'd gone topless today. I'd let Marcus believe what he wanted, even if it was initially an accident. I didn't look back at him, but I knew he'd be disappointed that his tease was over.

Charlotte and Henrietta got home soon after. The steaks were delicious. I went to bed that night with my heart beating. I'd been planning my next steps the whole evening.

***

I wanted to race home from work as soon as possible the next day, but as always I was reliant on Marcus for a ride. So I waited for him, and we drove back together. My hand landed on his thigh once after laughing at a joke.

My bathing suit of choice was a turquoise two-piece. The top was a strapless bandeau that clung tightly to my chest. The material was thin and there was no padding; whenever my nipples got hard, they became very visible. The high-waisted bottom tucked nicely between my ass cheeks, flaunting my assets. I knew exactly what I was doing.

I went out to the pool.

Marcus was already waiting. Normally I had to find and convince him first. But he was already lying back on a chaise lounge, book in hand.

He had on a tight black swimsuit. The inseam couldn't have been more than 5 inches. I could've sworn that I could already see the slight outline of a bulge, but I wasn't sure.

I strutted over to Marcus and set my stuff down on the chaise next to him.

"Wanna jump in?" I asked.

"I'm good," he responded, looking up from his book for the first time. He tried to be subtle but I could see his eyes drinking in my lithe, mostly-exposed body. "But go ahead if you want to."

I spun and walked over to the deep end of the pool before diving in. I swam around for a few minutes, just enjoying the water, then tanned, floating on my back for a while.

When I pulled myself out of the pool, I made sure to shake my hair as sexily as I could. I knew Marcus would've seen Fast Times at Ridgemont High.

I also knew that after exiting the water, my nipples would be on prominent display through the thin, wet top.

"Oh the water's so nice," I said as I walked back over. Marcus' eyes flicked over and set firmly on me, the book in his lap just for show. "You should get in."

"I might," Marcus responded as I sat back down on the chaise.

And then, giving myself one last deep breath for reassurance, I reached up and pulled my top over my head.

Without giving myself time to gauge Marcus' reaction, I lifted my hips and slinked my bottoms off too, tossing them to the ground next to my top.

I settled back into the chaise, put on my sunglasses, and tousled my hair like absolutely everything was normal.

"Those are soaked," I remarked offhandedly and looked over at Marcus.

He was looking over at me, eyes traveling up and down my body. I could practically feel his eyes relishing every swell of my breasts, the nibs of my nipples, the tantalizing curve of my thighs leading down to my slit.

"Are you gonna get in?" I asked, refocusing Marcus' gaze. He was clearly eyeing me up but had a remarkably good poker face. He otherwise had no reaction.

"Um, no actually," he coughed to clear his throat. "I think I'll just read here."

"Sounds good, I'm just gonna lay back and tan, maybe take a cat nap," I explained.

Marcus nodded. I put my head back and closed my eyes. Underneath my sunglasses though, you couldn't actually tell if my eyes were opened and closed.

So Marcus didn't know that I was opening my eyes every few minutes, catching him looking over at my body. Noticing that the bulge in his pants was definitely bigger than before, and that he reached down to adjust it more than once.

Fuck, I was making him hard. The thought of his dick getting bigger inside those tiny shorts was sending sparks through me.

I knew I could tease him more. Get that bulge bigger.

I began to move my hand, lifting it slowly from the chaise up to my hip. I crept my fingers down towards my thigh, creeping closer and closer to the slit between my legs.

I peeked over at Marcus. His eyes were focused on my hand, watching me get nearer and nearer to touching myself.

His phone sounded out loudly with the Ring notification.

I paused my hand and left it right where it was.

"Umm, UPS," Marcus said, clearing his throat again. "I have to go sign."

He got up, focusing straight ahead. I trailed my hand away and felt my heartbeat begin to slow. That was enough to stick in his thoughts before bed. I'd make him fall even deeper tomorrow.

I put my swimsuit back on and made my way back inside just as Marcus came back in with the package. He didn't say anything to me as we passed.

***

The next morning, we drove to work like nothing had happened.

But I had a very, very intentional plan in mind once we got home.

I took my time undressing from my work clothes, checking down on the patio from the balcony after.

Marcus was already lying outside, looking as sexy as ever. His dark skin was glistening with sweat in the sun.

I walked downstairs and strode out in the sun completely naked.

Marcus' head lifted up, and he smiled. As I approached, his eyes scanned up and down my body, drinking in my short stature and lithe frame.

"I was feeling a little hot today," I offered. "What do you think?"

"Uhh yeah, you definitely look a little hot today," Marcus responded with a grin.

I laid down on the chaise lounge.

"Thanks," I flashed a smile back and looked over at Marcus with the best "fuck me" eyes I could muster. "But only just a little?"

"Sorry, you're looking really hot today," he corrected.

"That's better," I responded. "I know you've been staring at me in my swimsuits the entire time I've been here. And I know how much you liked seeing me without one yesterday. So I thought I would oblige you again."

Marcus paused for a second. "Well, um, I'm definitely not complaining." His eyes trailed over my body again, settling on my breasts.

I settled in to my chaise, bringing my newest romance novel out. We sat in silence for a minute or two. Marcus' gaze kept trailing back over to me, my body.

I turned directly to him, and his gaze went from my eyes, down to my boobs, and then up to my eyes again.

"You can touch them if you want," I told him.

He paused again, his shoulders tensing.

"Out here? Shouldn't we maybe go inside?" he asked.

"We're fine, we're gonna be alone for hours," I replied. "And the fresh air feels too good."

Marcus stayed still, like he was paralyzed or afraid to move. I imagine he'd been so excited about just seeing me naked that he wasn't expecting the chance to touch me.

So I made the decision for him - I reached over and grabbed his hand, bringing it up to my right breast.

His hand engulfed my small boob, my nipple pressing into his palm. I let go of his wrist, and his hand stayed.

Marcus fondled my breast softly, squeezing his fingers around the flesh and feeling the tissue react to his touch.

I looked over at him again and we made eye contact. I stared into his eyes as he played with my breast.

"You're so fucking hot," I complimented him. "I've been waiting for this from since the second I first saw you."

Marcus groaned a little and my eyes flitted down to his crotch. His bulge was growing, straining against the tight fabric of his shorts.

God I really wanted to see that dick.

Patience, I reminded myself.

So rather than reaching for his crotch, I trailed a hand down to my own. My legs spread just a little, making room for my fingers to slip between my thighs and find my clit.

Sparks went through my body as I first touched my clit. It was firm already, and as my fingers dipped lower I felt my natural wetness seeping out.

A small mewl escaped my mouth as I began touching myself, strumming my fingers around my clit, while Marcus fondled my chest.

"I know you've wanted me ever since you first saw me too," I said to Marcus in my sultriest tone. "Isn't that right?"

He paused but nodded his head slightly. As if only giving a slight nod made him less guilty than a full one.

"I bet you've touched yourself already thinking about my hot little body," I giggled, trying to really get him going. "Especially after yesterday."

My clit was humming, setting my whole body just slightly more on fire.

Marcus didn't respond to any of my teasing, but his cock was getting harder. I knew I had him in the palm of my hand.

"Kiss me," I commanded, looking straight in his eyes.

He paused for just the briefest of seconds. I could see the indecision in his eyes. But I could also see the overpowering lust.

Marcus rose and in a flash he was towering over me on my chaise, his knees on either side of my thighs.

I grabbed his head with both hands and pulled him down into a kiss.

His lips were full and firm and warm. My mouth pressed back against his with equal vigor. The kiss was nice; we held our connection for a few seconds, savoring the new sensations.

He pulled away after a moment, and our eyes locked. I couldn't help but smile. I'd gotten him. This wealthy, black, dead-sexy attorney the same age as my dad. I'd made myself irresistible to him.

The reassuring power of my own sexiness sent wonderfully warm fire through my limbs.

I reached up and pulled Marcus back into another kiss. This time our lips worked more creatively. Our open mouths entangled, lips locking. His tongue slithered out and I danced my own around his. We explored each other's mouths, relishing one another's scent and taste.

My hands moved to Marcus' arms, feeling his rippling muscles as he leaned over me. His frame dwarfed my own, practically blocking out the sun.

It was especially hot to know how much bigger he was than me: nearly a foot and a half taller and over twice as heavy. But yet I was the one in power. I was the one who had him doing anything I wanted.

Marcus was a damn-good kisser. His tongue played deft tricks around my mouth, building the anticipation inside of me. I wanted to know what else that tongue could do.

Luckily I didn't think I'd have to wait long to figure out. After another minute of kissing, Marcus' lips began to stray. First to my cheeks, my chin. Then he was trailing his tongue down my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

Marcus' kisses continued over my collarbone and down to my small breasts. He licked each of my nipples, sucking them into his mouth and swirling his tongue around for a few seconds until both nubs were hard and my areolas had tightened into small, dark circles around them.

I was watching Marcus work, but as his mouth trailed deeper south and my anticipation ratcheted up, I closed my eyes and just let my body sense everything.

His warm touch dared to move lower, to my hips, to my thighs. I spread my legs a little and felt his hands wrap around and grab the outside of my thighs.

Marcus' breath was hot on my skin as he kissed and licked the taut muscles of my inner thighs. The gentle breeze contrasted, keeping my nipples erect. I brought a hand to my chest and fondled my breasts.

Marcus' mouth was soooo close, his lips and beard just brushing ever so slightly over my clit or labia as he kissed everywhere but my slit. I felt his breath stabilize over my clit though, and my body tensed in anticipation.

His tongue pressed out against my clit, instantly shooting jolts of pleasure through me. A long moan escaped from my mouth.

Marcus got to work, licking slow strokes up and down over my clit with his tongue. I felt the nub harden and grow against his touch, and all other thoughts began to dissipate.

Nothing but Marcus' mouth on my clit mattered right now. I'd won, I'd secured my prize. Now I wanted to savor it.

His tongue dipped lower to my slit and he licked through my folds, tasting my wetness. I reached down with a hand to caress his shaved head, keeping him gently held in place over my slit. My other hand found its way to my chest again, squeezing and fondling my small boobs.

Marcus returned to my clit. He alternated patterns with his tongue, going up and down, then side to side, and swirling around in a circle. My little moans and mewls were involuntary, showing Marcus exactly what worked best.

He sucked in on my clit as he tongued me, applying pressure to my clit and fanning the flames of my core. Feeling his tongue circling at the same time was otherworldly. Marcus really was skilled with that thing. I guess that was a benefit of an older guy. Fuck if he didn't know how to give great head. Way better than any of the young football players I'd been with.

Marcus focused his attention on my clit but dipped his licks down to my slit often as well to taste my sweetness. His lips strayed with subtle licks and kisses to my labia, my thighs, as well. His tongue was doing phenomenal work, but more than that he was building up the tease and anticipation inside me. I felt like I was already about to burst.

As Marcus returned to my clit, I felt his finger probing my folds as well. He played a digit over my slit, collecting my slick juices and teasing my tight entrance. His tongue remained diligent licking strokes over my clit. I groaned and was about ready to beg him to stick his finger in.

But he read my mind and slid a finger inside my pussy.

"Oh god," I groaned. I opened my eyes to steal a peek at Marcus, to watch him get me off.

His finger curled back against my inner walls, sliding along until he found the spongy, sensitive spot inside me. I gave a little start as Marcus found my g-spot, telling him exactly that.

Marcus honed in, pumping his finger back and forth against my g-spot. His hand worked in tandem with his tongue, fingering me at the same pace that he licked me.

My thighs tightened around Marcus' head. I wanted to squirm, my muscles were getting wound so tightly. My core was clenched as the knot of pleasure inside it grew bigger and bigger.

Marcus' pace began to increase slowly, almost too slowly. I wanted him to give me everything he had, to eat me out like there was no tomorrow. But Marcus was taking his time, making me earn it. Building up the tension, the anticipation. Fuck I needed to cum so badly.

But luckily I felt Marcus respond to my body. His tongue and finger were moving faster, drawing me closer and closer. The fresh air felt so nice against my skin, Marcus' tongue was fucking incredible, and just the knowledge of what we were doing drove me crazy. I was so wet, so ready to finish.

Without warning, Marcus slid a second finger inside me.

"Oh fuck I'm gonna cum," I whimpered, letting my head fall back and my eyes close again. Both of my hands moved to Marcus' smooth head, as if the tight grip of my thighs wasn't enough to keep him in place.

His fingers pumped in and out of me, his strokes getting harder and faster. The pressure in my g-spot continued to build, getting soooo close to that point of no return.

My clit throbbed against his tongue, relishing every swirl and lick he gave me.

My breathing was getting faster, my hips tensing and rising an inch or two off the chaise.

"Fuck Marcus I'm so close," I begged. "Don't stop, it's so good."

His efforts redoubled. His tongue was flying over my clit, his fingers slamming into my twat. Every stroke nearly threw me over the edge. It was coming, this was it.

"Oh, I'm... I'm...."

One last pump of his hand and I came.

My body exploded. The orgasm wracked my body all at once, waves of pleasure cascading from my loins all the way to my fingers and toes. Every neuron in my body felt like it was firing, and the fire in my core had turned to a full-on inferno, engulfing my entire form in a wonderfully warm blaze.

My hips tensed up and rocked against Marcus' mouth and hand. My thighs squeezed around his head, and my whole upper body shook and spasmed. It felt like my heart was about to come out of my chest it was beating so intensely.

And then, it subsided. The flames licked away all the tension and all that was left was pleasure. My body sunk fully back into the chaise, completely relaxed and utterly satiated. It was one of the best orgasms of my life.

I opened my eyes back up to see Marcus' smiling face. He had slowed and then halted the movements of his hand and tongue, and now was just looking up at me.

"Holy shit," I sighed. "That felt so fucking good."

"Good," Marcus replied with a smile, and he began to stalk his way back up to me until his body was towering over mine once again.

"Your tongue is magical," I exhaled, my breath still returning back to normal in the aftershocks of my orgasm.

My eyes were drawn down Marcus' body to his shorts, the prominent bulge sticking out.

"Does your cock feel just as good?" I asked.

Marcus leaned down to kiss me, but paused just before he reached my lips.

"Better," he whispered.

I pulled him in for a deep kiss. Our mouths were open, our tongues exploring. I wanted to taste him as deeply as possible; the flavor of my own juices was strong on his breath.

Fuck, I couldn't wait for his cock.

As we kissed my hand began to snake down his torso, reaching for his member. I got to his shorts, and my fingers pried inside the waistband, inching lower.

A Ring notification sounded on Marcus' phone.

He immediately broke our kiss and looked over.

"It's probably just UPS again," I reasoned, trying to draw him back to me. I wasn't ready to let that cock go.

But Marcus slid off my chaise anyway and checked his phone.

"It's Charlotte," he told me and his whole face immediately changed. I sat up, now immediately aware of the fact that I was fully naked, without even a towel out here. "Get inside, I'll talk to her," he barked.

I shot up and darted inside, taking off up the stairs and crashing into my room faster than I thought possible. My heart was beating again as fast as it had been on the chaise.

I threw on some sweats and came downstairs just as Charlotte and Marcus walked in through the front door.

"Hey Taylor," Charlotte said nonchalantly, and the look on Marcus' face told me we were in the clear. I'd checked the clock, she normally didn't get home for another forty-five minutes.

But whatever, the crisis had been averted.

The rest of the night went smoothly. Charlotte had explained that it was her last mock trial practice of the year and so they were let out early. Henrietta got home like usual; we all ate dinner together. It did feel a little strange talking with Marcus in such a normal setting, knowing that he'd eaten me out on the patio just hours before.

But that thought, that secret, also made me unbelievably wet.

Smoking on the balcony with Charlotte later, I could look down at the chaises and see the exact spot where it had happened. Where her dad had made me cum.

It took everything in my power not to start touching myself right then and there. After Charlotte went to bed, I used my vibrator to bring myself to two orgasms before drifting off to sleep.

***

The next morning, everything was a little different around the house. Charlotte was off to her last day ever of high school, so we all were very energetic and excited through the morning.

Charlotte left for school; Marcus and I got in the car to head to work, and he began driving.

Our conversation started benign, but felt a little stiff, and we fell silent just a few minutes in.

Marcus broke the stagnant air.

"Look, about yesterday afternoon...." he began, addressing the elephant in the room.

I looked over at him from the passenger seat, and a grin crept over my face recalling the memories of it. How lovely of an orgasm I'd had on the chaise.

"Yeah, I never got to say thank you," I remarked. "It felt incredible."

Marcus shook his head. "It can't ever happen again."

That's not what I was expecting him to say. My face fell.

"What?"

"You and me. The teasing, the patio," he said. "It can't happen again. Alright? We can't."

"Okay," I responded, knowing that just pushing back wouldn't get me what I wanted. "Can you tell me why?"

Marcus paused for a second, like he wasn't expecting that response. We were stopped at a red light.

"Because I'm married. We have a daughter!" he explained. "I've done this before and swore it would never happen again!"

I took in the new information, pausing for just a beat to consider my next words. It made sense why he'd been so easy for me to ensnare if he'd cheated before.

"Wasn't all of that true yesterday too?" I countered. "I don't remember you saying anything about that when my boobs were out."

"Well, that's because your boobs were out," Marcus replied.

Without missing a beat, I pulled my dress and bra straps off my shoulders and down around my waist. My chest was exposed, small tits proudly on display for Marcus.

"That wasn't a request," Marcus added, but his gaze hung on the curves of my breasts for just a second.

"I know but I figured you'd want to see them," I retorted. I grabbed Marcus' free hand and brought it to my chest as he continued driving.

"No, this is what I mean," he said, but he didn't remove his hand for at least a second or two. "We can't do this. I'm married, and I'm old enough to be your father!"

"So? Who fucking cares how old we are? We're both adults. I'm not asking you to date me. Just some summer fun," I replied. "They won't ever know. Ever. It'll only be our little secret. Just us."

I could see a slight bulge in Marcus' pants. Even in the midst of his effort to end it, he was still turned on by me, still wanted to fuck me. I still had him.

"Besides, isn't that all part of the fun?" I leaned over to whisper into his ear. "That it's our little secret? That I'm playing with someone my dad's age? A wealthy, powerful, sexy, black attorney. And you get to play with this young, white, college girl? To feel her little tits, to fuck her tight pussy?"

Marcus stayed silent. I moved a hand to his thigh, creeping it up the fabric of his slacks as I neared closer to his groin, to the growing bulge.

"I bet your dick tastes so fucking good," I continued. "I wanna taste it."

Both of my hands now reached Marcus' crotch. He adjusted his hips but didn't move beyond that. I felt for the zipper of his pants, just as we pulled into the parking garage of the office building.

"Taylor, we can't," Marcus pleaded again, almost feebly.

But he knew he wasn't in control anymore. That I was going to get what I wanted and give him what he wanted.

He pulled into a parking space just as I successfully unbuttoned and unzipped his slacks.

I paused to unbuckle myself and reposition so I was on my knees in the passenger seat, ass pointed right up at the passenger window. Luckily the cars already parked on either side of us were empty.

"Taylor..." Marcus tried to protest again. But as I grabbed his waistband, his plea stopped. I pulled down his pants and underwear in one smooth motion.

His member sprung free.

"Holy shit," I murmured.

Marcus was mostly hard, and goddamn if he didn't have the most beautiful penis I'd ever seen. It was thick, perfectly cylindrical, and absolutely massive. I'd seen a lot of penises in my life, but Marcus' might've been the most perfect.

Prominent veins ran the length of the shaft. His dark brown head protruded out, practically begging to be sucked.

I looked up at Marcus as I moved my hands to his member.

"Tell me you want me to suck it," I said. My fingers closed in on his rod, gripping around the base of the shaft.

"Taylor..." Marcus repeated softly. Like he still wanted to resist. But I knew this man didn't have the will to turn me down when his erection was in my hands.

"Tell me that you want me to suck your cock," I said again, slowly, enunciating every word.

My hands began to stroke Marcus' shaft. Even with both hands working together his member felt impossibly big. I could feel it twitch and react to my touch, straining to get even harder.

Marcus looked down at me, right in my eyes.

"I want you to suck my cock," he whispered.

"Say it louder," I demanded with a smile. It was too much fun to have him in the palm of my hand. To make this powerful man completely powerless to me.

"I want you to suck my cock," he repeated louder. I continued to stroke him, bringing him completely to life. His meat throbbed against my touch.

"Tell me that you want me to put my tight little mouth around your big black cock," I grinned from ear-to-ear as I made a last demand.

"I want you to put your tight little mouth on my big black cock," Marcus echoed diligently, and I obliged him.

My mouth opened in an O, I dipped my head down, and let his swollen head slip past my lips into my mouth. I sealed my lips around his head and sucked in.

"Oh god," Marcus moaned immediately. My cheeks were drawn in as I sucked on his head. I could already taste Marcus' musky, salty flavor.

As my tongue flared out, swirling just around his tip, a bead of pre-cum dripped right out onto my tongue, amplifying Marcus' flavor. My tongue worked harder, flaring around Marcus' sensitive head. I wanted a lot more than just one drop of pre-cum.

My stroking hands slowed but continued working, holding his shaft in place as I sucked the top of his cock.

I wanted to reach back and touch myself, to satisfy the burning urge between my thighs. I was bent over on my knees in a parking garage, sucking this gorgeous, married dick. How could I not be gushing wet?

Alas, I had to keep both hands positioned on Marcus' member. But I adjusted slightly, sliding one hand down to his balls.

I cupped and gently massaged his sac, feeling the heavy weight of his big balls against my hand. Marcus was definitely well-endowed in all aspects. I got even wetter thinking about those big balls slapping against my thighs or my ass while Marcus railed me.

Not yet though. For now, I just had to worry about extracting the load stored inside them.

My head began dipping down deeper on Marcus' length, taking more of his cock in my mouth. It would be a challenge to deepthroat the entire thing, but I was determined.

I worked deeper on his shaft, taking about half of his length. The top half of his cock alone nearly filled up my mouth.

But I wasn't a quitter.

I pulled back to catch my breath, letting his dick fall out of my mouth. Immediately I was kissing his shaft, his head, feeling his member twitch and pulse against each of my touches. My tongue licked up and down his shaft, tracing the path of his throbbing veins. As I reached his head, I circled my tongue around again, flitting it over the top, licking and savoring it like the best ice cream cone ever.

"Oh my god Taylor," Marcus groaned in delight.

"Do you still think we should stop?" I paused, looking up at him. My hands kept working, one stroking his shaft and the other cupping his balls.

Marcus stayed still for just a second before quickly shaking his head. "Not right now. Please."

"You want me to keep going?" I asked, batting my eyelashes at him.

He nodded. "Please."

I stroked him quicker, squeezing his member a little more tightly.

"Good."

My head dipped down again and I swallowed his manhood back up. Marcus' balls were tighter, and he was leaking pre-cum like a faucet. I knew he was close.

I bobbed up and down, the seal of my lips moving along his shaft and bulging head. With each downstroke I sucked more of him in, pushing myself deeper.

I had to open my throat and concentrate, but gradually, more and more of his cock buried itself in my mouth and throat.

My bottom hand had stopped stroking, now merely holding the very bottom of his shaft. My other hand trailed down from Marcus' tight balls, teasing his perineum and feeling the muscles tightening and flexing as his dick throbbed and twitched against my tongue.

His breathing was quickening. Marcus brought his hands to my head, interlacing his fingers with my hair. I knew he was close.

I redoubled my efforts, sucking in more vigorously and throating him deeper and deeper. I was so near the end, and one more final push sunk my nose to Marcus' torso.

I'd done it - I'd taken his entire length. I stayed put for a second, letting his massive member stay sheathed in my mouth.

But I pulled back quickly to just his top half, sucking and swirling my tongue over his head. My throat needed to relax for a minute before I dove back in, forcefully sucking his member.

I went faster, letting his cock glide in and out of my mouth, as if my throat were a pussy. His grip in my hair got tighter; his cock twitched.

My bottom hand returned to his balls, massaging them again. That's where my first warning came, as his balls tensed completely.

"Holy shit, it's coming," Marcus announced immediately after. I had him, I was so close to getting what I wanted. To feeling his hot load spew down my throat.

I deepthroated him one more time, feeling his head push down the back of my throat. I held it, wanting to feel Marcus explode right there. His cock pulsed, his hips bucked up, it was coming....

Before I could react though, Marcus pulled me up by my hair. I came up and my mouth pulled off his cock just as he exploded, shooting a rocket of cum point-blank against my face.

"Oh fuuuck!" Marcus groaned, gritting his teeth as he came.

He held my head where it was for a second, rope after rope of his spend shooting out onto my face, my cheeks, my lips. I fought against his grip and got my mouth back around his head for the final stages of his climax, tasting the last few spurts against my tongue.

Hmmm, he tasted good. A little sweet, a little salty. And warm.

Marcus' load tapered off, and his breathing relaxed. I swirled my tongue around his head, collecting the final drops of my reward. My mouth pulled off eventually, his now-deflating cock slumping down.

"Taylor..." Marcus commented. I knew my face was plastered in his load already. I sat up and checked my reflection out in the rearview mirror.

Fuck, it was worse than I thought. His first big rope had caught me right down the middle, running from the middle of my forehead over the bridge of my nose and down to my top lip. His other spurts had coated my cheeks, chin, and lips in a white sticky glaze.

I definitely looked like a slut. It gave me a little bit of pride, but I also knew I was about to walk into work, and couldn't exactly do that while wearing a facial.

"Why did you pull me off?" I asked Marcus.

"Henrietta doesn't like to swallow. I... Instinct, I guess," he explained.

"Well, I do like to swallow," I affirmed. "So next time, just let go down my throat. I love the taste." I ended with a tease.

"Okay," Marcus smiled, still taking deep breaths. "We need to get you cleaned up though. Right now. You can't go anywhere like that."

I nodded and began running a finger over my face, collecting the strands of cum on my hand and licking my finger clean.

"Not like that," Marcus said as he re-did his pants. "I have actual baby wipes in the glovebox."

"So you don't like it when I lick your cum off my face?" I asked, raising an eyebrow and swirling my tongue around my lips. I opened the glovebox and began to clean myself off.

"No, actually, I really do," he said.

"Good," I replied. "You'll like it even more when I'm swallowing it."

I finished getting myself cleaned off and pulled my bra and dress back up. Luckily no fluids had ended up on either of our clothes. I fluffed my hair a little, reapplied my lipstick, spritzed some perfume, and was looking good as new.

We checked ourselves to make sure we were clean and then headed up to the office. The elevator ride up, we were silent but couldn't stop stealing glances at each other. Not when the knowledge of our secret tryst was so fresh, and so hot.

No one in the office noticed that we were 15 minutes late.

***

On the ride home from work, the morning blowjob was not discussed. We got home, did dinner with Henrietta and Charlotte. A couple of Charlotte's friends came over and we used the pool. I took the same chaise that I'd been lying on when Marcus ate me out.

A typical summer night.

Charlotte's graduation was that weekend. Her whole friend group came over for a house party which was a blast, and meant I slept with Charlotte in her bed so 2 of her friends could crash in mine.

She woke me up the next day ecstatic, absolutely begging me to go with her to get a tattoo. I escorted her, and she convinced me to get one too. Charlotte got some fancy shape, a spiral inside some rectangles, that I'd definitely seen in math class before but couldn't place. I got a small little dolphin on my ribcage, just next to my left boob.

The weekend faded. Monday came, and Marcus and I drove to work together again for the first time. Per usual, we started talking about anything but what we were both thinking about. When we got close to the parking garage, I made the first move; Marcus didn't try to stop me, didn't protest. He almost seemed like he was trying not to acknowledge that he was going along with it, as if that made it okay.

His dick was in my mouth regardless. And this time, he let me swallow.

While Charlotte being out of school was great because I could hang out with her more, it also unfortunately meant that the house was never empty. The drive to and from work was Marcus and I's only time alone.

So that meant we had to take the fullest advantage of that alone time.

I sucked his cock in the parking garage most mornings, at least three times a week. I'd touch myself as I did, getting dripping wet at the knowledge of what I was doing. The scene would replay in my head each night in bed, the vibrator between my legs relieving the tension that our morning dalliances always left throughout the day.

Marcus didn't want to risk anything more, like fully fucking, in his car. He said either we'd get caught, something would get stained, or people at the office would notice when we came up. I hated the rule but I acquiesced. Blowjobs were still better than nothing, and I didn't want to push too hard.

I kept waiting, hoping that there would be a singular moment when we'd have the house to ourselves. Where Henrietta would take Charlotte to the movies, to a baseball game, anything. Unfortunately, someone was always around, or one of us wasn't home. It was aggravating.

That was my only complaint about the summer though, as the weeks drew on and it began to wane. The 4th of July was a blast, Charlotte was peppering my brain for college advice (mostly about boys and the social aspects), and I felt closer with the entire family than ever. Henrietta jokingly started calling me her adopted daughter.

The late July heat was more severe, the days longer than ever. I was going to go home for two weeks before school started, so next week was going to be my last week in San Diego.

Absolutely everything had been checked off my summer bucket list after we'd been to a Padres game the week prior. Everything except what I wanted most. Actually getting to take Marcus inside me. I'd started losing hope that it would happen, that I'd only ever get to remember the blowjobs.

We were all eating dinner together on Monday night. Henrietta was talking about everything on the agenda for the week, coordinating everyone's calendars.

"The only thing I have is the gala," Marcus alerted his wife.

"Wait what gala?" I asked, not remembering having heard anything about a gala before.

"It's the county bar association, they do it once a year," Marcus explained. "It's always a big affair, fancy clothes and everything."

"Sounds fun," I responded.

"I always loved seeing you guys get all dressed up for it as a kid," Charlotte added. "Like a fairytale prince and princess."

"Yeah, it's always fun," Henrietta smiled. "You remembered not to get me a ticket too this year right?"

"No, what?" Marcus asked, surprise washing over his face. "Why not?"

"It's this Saturday right? We're gone that night," Henrietta gestured between her and Charlotte.

"I didn't know you guys were going out of town," I said.

"I did not remember that, I already paid for your seat," Marcus cut in.

"Just take Taylor," Henrietta said. "If she wants to go."

"What?" I asked, not really knowing what I was supposed to be agreeing to.

"You'd just take my seat for the gala," Henrietta elaborated. "It'll be a little boring, pretty much all old guy attorneys," which Marcus huffed at.

"But it's free food, you get to dress up all bougie, and you'd probably have free champagne the whole night too," she continued.

I smiled. "Well you're making it sound pretty fun. Okay, I'll go."

All the reasons Henrietta listed were good reasons to go. But in my head, I knew that this would be the night. Everyone else out of town? Me dressing up as Marcus' date? This was perfect.

"Ooh, can we go look for a dress for you to wear this week?" Charlotte asked.

"Of course," I replied.

"See? Works out perfectly," Henrietta said.

Marcus and I exchanged glances. I knew his mind had gone to a similar place as mine.

"Yeah," he said plainly.

"It'll be fun," I added with a smile. "Where are you guys going to be though?" I asked.

"Berkeley," Charlotte responded.

"My parents live close to the campus," Henrietta explained, "so we're driving half of Charlotte's dorm stuff up early and leaving it with my folks."

"Oh that'll definitely make move-in week less stressful," I commented.

"I'm meeting with the volleyball staff too," Charlotte added. "Checking in with them before I'm actually on campus."

"I thought all that was the weekend after," Marcus explained. "That's what I messed up."

"Well, if the free champagne is true, I'm happy for the mistake!" I joked.

Champagne or not, I was very, very happy for the opportunity.

Charlotte and I went dress shopping after work on Wednesday. She tried on a few just for fun too, and we had way too much fun pretending like we were prom shopping again.

Ultimately, I settled on a deep forest-green gown, with tons of intricate sparkles that shone and glinted a vibrant green in the right light. It was long-sleeved and fell to my ankles. But the dress had a large slit running up to the top of my left thigh, the fabric tightly hugged the curves of my hips and ass, and the neckline dipped down into quite a deep V. Fitting for a fancy gala, but still sexy. I definitely was dressed to kill.

My excitement was practically bubbling over by the time we actually reached Saturday. I felt bad being so giddy over Henrietta and Charlotte leaving, but the second they were out the door on Saturday morning, I was a different person.

It took everything in my power not to pin Marcus down right then and there.

To keep myself busy and prevent my pussy from making me jump the gun, I had the whole day booked out between hair and nail appointments. I chose a lusty, scandalous red with a pointed tip for my nails.

My hair was already noticeably lighter than it had started the summer, the sun bleaching it from my natural brunette to a dirty, sandy blonde. I went to a stylist that Charlotte recommended, and they put in some stronger blonde highlights to increase the effect. I got it styled into a tight, fancy updo, with a little hair hanging down on each side of my face to frame my features.

As soon as I got home from my appointments, I rushed upstairs to do my makeup. I didn't want Marcus to get a peek of me too early and ruin the surprise.

I took my time doing my face, making sure every contour line and pencil mark was perfect. I went with a strong winged eye, bold red lips to match my nails, and a glittery dark green eyeshadow that I'd bought the day before to go with my dress.

I surveyed myself in the mirror with my entire ensemble complete. Black heels and a black clutch finished the get-up; as I studied myself in the mirror, I couldn't help but smile.

I looked fucking good. I'd waited this long to fuck Marcus, and if tonight was the night, I wanted him to be at my feet begging.

"Goddamn," was all he said as I made my way down the stairs. His eyes traveled up and down my body, taking in every inch of me. I felt his gaze linger around the skin exposed by both my plunging neckline and high slit.

"You clean up pretty well yourself," I replied. Marcus wore a plain black suit, crisp white shirt, and black bowtie. Every seam, every line looked impeccably tailored and fitted. Twin diamond studs in his ears shone brightly and added some sparkle to his ensemble as well.

An attractive man in a well-fitting suit definitely did something to me. Seeing Marcus, I had to remind myself that we had a gala to attend, and that meant the clothes had to stay on.

"Thank you," he replied. "It should be a fun night."

"Oh yeah, I'm excited for the open bar," I strode closer to Marcus. "Amongst other things."

To prove my point, I pulled him in for a kiss, his figure towering over mine even with my high heels on. Our lips met and hung together for a few seconds. There was no one interrupting our kiss, no reason we had to be discreet. Fuck, this was so nice.

"Do you want a glass of champagne?" Marcus offered when our kiss broke. "We don't have to leave for a bit."

"Sure," I replied, feeling very fancy already and thinking that champagne in hand would certainly complete the look.

Marcus poured two glasses and we sat sipping them side-by-side on the couch. His hand brushed against my thigh and then came to a rest on it. I left my hand on his forearm.

Little touches that we could finally give to each other.

We talked about the gala - Marcus gave me a rundown of what it was for and who all the bigwigs would be. I tried to pay attention to what he was saying and not just how fucking good he looked in his suit, but it was hard.

Our flutes emptied quickly and before I knew it, it was time to go. Marcus had scheduled an Uber Black ahead of time, and the black SUV was waiting for us when we opened the front door.

The ride to the venue was short and quiet. I was suddenly getting a little nervous at the thought of the overwhelming number of people I wouldn't know there, but I took deep breaths and reminded myself that I'd be attached to Marcus' hip the whole night.

We arrived at the gala, which was in some fancy-looking event space. I held Marcus' hand and let him lead as he checked us in and maneuvered us inside.

Immediately the cacophony of hundreds of people in an enclosed space filled my ears. Heads turned our way, people rushed by, someone said hi to Marcus. It was loud and a little overwhelming.

A nudge to my side snapped my brain into focus. I could do this. Who cared if I didn't know any of these people? My job was just to smile and look pretty. And I knew I could do that really well.

The nudge came from Marcus and I suddenly realized that the person who'd said hi to him was now trying to meet me as well.

"Hey I'm Taylor!" I said cheerily with a big smile washing over my face, and Marcus and I explained how we knew each other.

I got this. I'd done sorority rush before, I could handle a venue of old attorneys.

"You good?" Marcus asked after the other person said bye and walked away.

"Yeah," I smiled. "Little nervous, but we'll be fine."

"Exactly," he reaffirmed, and his smooth voice just made me trust him unconditionally. "I can do all the talking, you just have to smile and be polite."

"Those things I can do," I confirmed. "As soon as I get a glass of champagne."

With perfect timing, a waiter was just passing by us with a tray of flutes filled with bubbles. Marcus got two glasses for us; no one asked for my ID or batted an eye at all. Excellent.

We forged ahead, mingling with people and saying hi to everyone Marcus knew as we waited for everything to begin. My nerves died down exactly as the champagne started to hit. By the time my second glass was running out, I was feeling confident and fun. It helped that I was the youngest person there by twenty years, so I definitely felt like the coolest too.

It was interesting to see Marcus in his element as well. He definitely stood out from the crowd in a lot of ways. There weren't many black attorneys at all, but especially not 6'5 ones built like a former linebacker. He commanded space wherever he went; every interaction it felt like he had a subtle upper hand.

Seeing his smile, his charisma, even his firm hand shake meeting everyone. It did something for me, hitting me squarely in the ovaries. I wanted this man, badly.

"You having fun?" Marcus checked right as we sat down for the dinner portion.

I nodded and smiled. The warm tingly buzz I was rocking helped a lot.

"Of course. You?"

"Yeah," Marcus nodded back and reached out to squeeze my hand.

We couldn't be too daring or touchy-feely. After all, many of these people had met Henrietta before and would be suspicious if Marcus was acting a little too friendly with his young hot date.

But the little tiny touches of affirmation, just between us, felt really nice.

The dinner flew by quickly. I had to make some small talk with a lady around 60 sitting next to me who Marcus didn't know. But she was nice, and for most of it, I just chatted with Marcus. He pointed out everyone he knew, told me stories of years past, and recapped all the county bar tea that he knew of.

In the back of my mind, I was still counting down the minutes until the whole thing was over and we could go home. But alas, after dinner came the awards and speeches section of the evening.

I'd had some more champagne with dinner. At this point, I was fairly tipsy. I was really ready to let loose, and my crotch was absolutely burning from hours upon hours of anticipation.

I tried to be patient, I really did. Marcus and I kept stealing glances at each other and he'd give me a subtle nod and smile of reassurance, like he could read my mind and knew that I was aching to leave.

And then, as I was putting down my fifth(?) glass of champagne and fantasizing about what I would do to Marcus back home, the room filled with applause.

I hadn't been paying attention to the speaker so I had no idea why, but I joined in with everyone else to make it look like I knew what I was doing.

The applause died down, and no one else came up on stage. The lights in the rest of the room came back up, and it was done.

My heart rose and a huge smile dawned across my face.

"Let's go home," Marcus said with a smile. Everyone was standing up, sounds of mingling filled the space again.

I grabbed his hand and practically yanked him through the crowd, desperate not to waste a single minute more before we could get home. Unfortunately we were stopped multiple times by people wanting to talk to Marcus, but after a few minutes we had fully navigated the crowd and were outside.

The car Marcus had reserved was waiting for us already, and I clambered into the backseat as he held the door for me.

Once we were both in, I slid over to Marcus and pulled him in for a big kiss. Oddly, kissing and touching in a car had become the norm for us over the past few weeks, so I felt right at home.

But as my tongue flared out and my hands moved down towards Marcus' crotch, he stopped me.

"Not yet," he whispered, his gaze fixed on the driver, who for his part was staring straight ahead. I'm sure he wouldn't have complained about the show.

I frowned, but listened to Marcus' instructions and sat back in my seat.

We didn't say another word the rest of the ride. I think both of us were a little nervous. We'd been waiting for this moment for so long, but now it was actually here. It was a little daunting. Especially with how much I'd played up this night, fantasized about it, pictured every second of it, for weeks.

The car pulled into the driveway, and Marcus thanked the driver as we got out. The front door closed with a slam behind us, and finally, we were alone.

I turned towards Marcus with a big smile on my face. This was it. I grabbed him by his jacket and pulled him in for a kiss.

And finally, we didn't have to hold back. We could kiss each other without abandon.

Marcus pushed back against me, his body towering over mine. Our lips pressed tightly together, our tongues slithered out aggressively. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him in tightly. I wanted to feel as much of his body against mine as I could.

I moved backwards as Marcus pushed against me. We held our kiss as he backed me up against the wall of the foyer. My pussy ached and burned as Marcus pinned me against the wall, completely his to do with as he pleased.

We kept kissing, lips intertwined, tongues dancing around each other. We had no reason to hold back or be quiet. We could embrace our passion proudly.

Marcus' hands dug into my butt, and I squealed as he lifted me up in the air without warning. Instinctively, my legs wrapped around his waist, keeping myself secure in his grasp. Marcus spun and began walking us towards the bedroom.

I kissed Marcus again and sank into his embrace, his lips. It was so easy to let him take charge, let him carry me. I would've let him do absolutely whatever he wanted to in that moment.

Our kiss broke as I felt my body lower. Marcus gently let me down on the bed, his body now directly above mine. His size, his sheer mass was incredible to perceive. Maybe it was part of the power imbalance that turned me on.

Marcus dipped his head down and we kissed again. Slower, this time. A little more measured. We had all the time in the world, there was no need to rush it.

Our tongues languidly tasted each other's mouths. Marcus's arms were atop mine, his hands gripping my wrists and gently, but firmly, holding me down.

My crotch was on fire. I could feel the heat emanating from my core, radiating over my whole body, and wherever Marcus touched me felt electeified. I was his. Completely, truly his.

Our kiss became deeper, Marcus pressing down against me more. As my breathing got faster and my moans slightly louder, his mouth strayed to my cheeks, my chin. Marcus kissed all over my face, then dotted a trail down my neck.

I groaned in pleasure at the warm and electrifying touch of his lips and tongue. My head rolled to the side and I looked out across the bedroom, through the glass doors, to the patio out pack.

And suddenly a thought popped into my head.

A smile dawned across my face and I grabbed Marcus' head where he was currently kissing my collarbone. I pulled him into a brief kiss before announcing, "I wanna go for a swim."

Marcus took just the briefest of moments to look confused, but shrugged it off.

"Alright, as you wish," he replied. His smooth, buttery voice hit all the right spots in me.

"Get a bottle of champagne," I commanded. "Then meet me out there."

"You're silly," he laughed. "But alright, alright."

"I don't care if I'm silly," I retorted as we stood up off the bed. I strode straight out to the patio, reaching back to find the zipper of my gown as I walked. I kicked off my heels and shimmied out of my dress, tossing it aside on one of the chaises.

I was buck naked, exactly like I wanted. The summer air felt good on my skin. I was buzzed. I was about to get fucked for the first time in months by the man I'd been wanting all summer. Life was perfect.

I dove straight into the deep end, and by the time I surfaced, Marcus was strolling out onto the patio with a bottle of champagne.

Life just got more perfect.

"Hey sexy," I smiled as I swam up close to the edge. "Come join me."

Marcus flashed his bright smile back. "How could I say no?"

He handed me the champagne as he began to disrobe. I watched intently as he shed each layer. His shirt came off, displaying his rippling muscles, all his tattoos. Then off came his pants. His thighs looked like they could crush my head between them. But best of all was Marcus' glorious penis, hanging down semi-hard between his legs.

Fuck did I want a taste.

So soon.

I popped the champagne, which bubbled over onto my hand. Marcus slid into the pool next to me and laughed as I drank straight from the bottle.

"What?" I asked teasingly. "The champagne's tasty."

"Prosecco, actually," Marcus corrected. At the edge of the pool, the water came up to just above my breasts, but it barely reached Marcus' stomach.

"PrOsEcCo," I teased back to Marcus and wrapped my arms around his neck, bottle still in hand. "Whatever it is, it's tasty."

Our eyes were locked, our bodies connected. Marcus' hands felt so soothing and comfortable resting on my hips. His deep brown eyes were captivating, especially with that burning twinkle of lust in them.

I pulled Marcus in for a long, sloppy kiss. Our tongues intertwined as our wet bodies pressed tightly together.

My body gave way into the kiss, into Marcus' soft embrace. His hands came to a rest on my butt; his cock was growing and prodding my stomach more demandingly by the second.

Our kiss felt like it lasted forever. It deepened, our mouths hungrily tasting each other's. I brought a hand to cup Marcus' cheek, to feel just that little extra bit of skin contact.

Marcus' hands were exploring too. One remained on my backside, squeezing and caressing my butt. The other made its way around to my front, trailing over my tummy, my thighs. Making me arch my back and grind my hips down to beg for his touch.

His fingers found my slit, and I groaned through our kiss. My moans remained steady as Marcus' thumb began gently strumming my swollen clit.

Oh my God had I been pent up and starved of attention. Just the light movements of Marcus' hand underwater were almost enough to make me climax right there.

I shoved Marcus away before he could make my eyes loll back any further. I had every intention of having the most explosive orgasm of my life tonight, but not yet.

"Sit on the edge," I commanded, and Marcus obliged. As he sat on the edge of the pool, legs dangling in the water, his cock protruded lewdly up in the air, pleading for my touch.

I took another big swig from the champagne, er, sorry, "prosecco", before handing the bottle to Marcus and flipping my soaking hair back over my shoulders.

He took a sip as well and reclined back onto his elbows. His eyes tracked me like a natural predator as I walked my way in between his parted legs.

I grazed my new nails over Marcus' thighs, teasing my hands closer and closer to his crotch. The anticipation was palpable in his eyes, his breath, the subtle twitching of his member.

My hands reached their destination as my fingers wrapped around the base of Marcus's shaft. His member filled up my grip, and I began stroking, gently.

There was a lot of night still ahead of us, and I didn't want him peaking too early. My touch remained light for a minute, caressing up and down his shaft, reaching down to cup and hold his balls. I wanted to appreciate how every vein and ridge of him felt before I went to work.

For a minute or two I teased Marcus with my hands until a bead of pre-cum appeared on his tip. Our eyes were locked, and I held the stare as I bent over and dipped my head down to his crotch. My tongue flared out over Marcus' swollen head and I lapped up his pre-cum eagerly.

I stayed where I was and worked my tongue around his head while my hands kept caressing and teasing the base of his shaft. I began with soft, subtle licks, but Marcus' rod was far too perfect and delectable for me to hold back for long.

My tongue worked in circles around his head before trailing down his shaft. I licked it up and down like a popsicle, smiling broadly the whole time. For his part, Marcus was simply relaxed back and watching intently.

I came back up to Marcus' head and took the top of his cock in my mouth. His plum head nearly filled my whole mouth, but I'd gotten used to sucking Marcus' rod already, and didn't back down.

My mouth worked tirelessly, licking and sucking in on Marcus' head. I bobbed up and down, taking more and more of his length in my mouth with each attempt. I stroked his cock at the same pace with one hand, the other positioned lower to caress his balls and taint.

Every twitch and throb of Marcus' shaft coaxed me on further, knowing how much I was turning him on. More of his pre-cum leaked out before I promptly swallowed it up.

But I hadn't waited the whole night just to blow Marcus. As much fun as it was, I'd spent my whole summer waiting for something else.

I pulled my mouth back to Marcus' head, flicking my tongue over his tip a few more times, before standing up.

"Now what?" Marcus asked playfully, putting the ball in my court to do exactly as I pleased.

"Now..." I started, as I grabbed the edge of the pool and lifted myself up out of the water. "Now, you stay exactly where you are and let me ride you."

I swung a leg over Marcus' torso, straddling him. He lay back fully on the patio, staring up at my small, pert breasts.

"Sounds perfect to me," he replied.

"I'm sure it does," I shot back. Sitting astride him, I could feel his monstrous member pressing against my inner thigh, begging to get inside my sex.

I leaned forward to kiss Marcus, letting him taste his own flavor off my breath. His hands came to my ass, and I ground my hips down against him. His shaft pushed against my slick folds, teasing my entrance. I rubbed back and forth a few times, feeling his hard rod throb against me. Fuck, this was going to be so nice.

My kisses trailed over to Marcus's ear. My heart was pounding, my nerves now suddenly kicking into gear. This was it.

I reached down between my legs, finding Marcus' erection and lining it up straight. I raised my hips and positioned his head against me, nestled into my folds.

My pussy was throbbing, my heart felt like it was going to explode. I was so nervous and built up for this moment that I was almost shaking

But my hips had a life of their own and were not going to wait any longer. I sunk down, feeling Marcus' member push into me, test my entrance. My slit was gushing wet already and offered no resistance. A slight push, the tight ring of my pussy stretched and yielded, and Marcus' head slipped inside my quim.

Sparks coursed through my whole body. My pussy was screaming, exploding with sensations.

Gravity pulled my hips lower and lower. Marcus' head burrowed forward, stretching and expanding my walls to accommodate the rest of him. My breathing hitched from the large incursion, my core tightened.

And still I ground my hips down deeper, sliding every inch of Marcus' length into me until my clit pressed down on his torso.

Holy fuck he was huge. Somehow I hadn't fully grasped the sheer magnificence of Marcus' dick before it had been inside me.

Because this felt like heaven.

His member filled my pussy completely, fitting like the warmest, tight, snuggest hug I had ever felt. It touched deeper places and deeper sensations than anything I'd ever felt before.

I took a few deep breaths to relax my core and pelvic muscles, easing into the new and filling sensations. Marcus moved a hand to my neck and pulled me in for a soft kiss. His lips, his touch, his breathing all steadied my own, and made me want more.

Slowly I began to shift my hips, moving up and down Marcus' length. I moved only a few inches at a time, letting him stay buried and really grind deeply against my walls.

"Oh fuck," I moaned, and couldn't suppress a giggle as shivers went down my spine. His head had hit a particularly sensitive spot. "Holy shit."

Fingers found their way to my clit with a mind of their own; I strummed gently, trying to sync with the movements of my hips.

"Does that feel good?" Marcus asked. His hips had begun to thrust up ever so slightly to match the rhythm of my riding.

"Mm-hmm," I moaned in response, nodding my head and biting my lip.

There was no way I could disguise how incredible this felt. Riding Marcus on the patio with the cool summer night breeze tickling my skin. I'd peaked.

Marcus reached up to play with my boobs. His hands enveloped my small cups, letting him knead and massage the skin gently in his palms. My nipples were hard already, and the soft contact made my sensitive nubs prick up even further.

A giant wave was growing inside me. It was still a little ways away, but I could already feel the pressure mounting, the tsunami rising. I knew from experience that I could finish multiple times in succession, and I was sure that the climax building in me now wouldn't be the only one of the night.

My hips maintained their rhythm on Marcus' cock. I rocked my hips in circles, bounced up and down a little bit, ground deep down intensely on Marcus' spear. I wanted all the sensations. All of them.

Marcus sat up higher so he could kiss me. Our mouths connected as I basically sat in his lap. The slight angle change shifted the pressure inside me, eliciting a low groan on accident.

He kissed down my chest, leaving a hickey on my breast, sucking on my nipples.

It felt so fucking good to be appreciated, to be worshipped and satisfied beyond my wildest dreams.

My fingers strummed faster on my clit. My breath was rising, heartbeat quickening. I began to ride Marcus with a little more intensity, still slow, but with firm and deep hip movements that got his cock to hit all the right spots inside me.

The wave was hurtling closer and closer to me. Marcus picked up on it, bringing his mouth back up to mine.

"Cum for me Taylor," he whispered, biting softly on my lower lip. "Cum on this dick, ride it out."

"Uh-huh," I whimpered back through short breaths. My body was tensing up. My hips worked unconsciously, guiding themselves back and forth on Marcus' cock. I rubbed my clit fiercely, shooting deep pulses through my body to my core.

This was it. My boobs swayed in Marcus' hands as I rode.

A little more.

"Fuck, I'm..."

My chest flushed red.

"I'm.....!"

Marcus kissed me.

I came.

A thunderous tsunami crashed over me. Waves of pleasure cascaded through every nerve, every cell, every fiber of my being. I'd never felt more alive, more connected to myself.

Every neuron in my body was wholly united in the overwhelming pleasure of my orgasm. Nothing in the world could take that away, and for a minute, I remained in that perfect state of warm, radiating bliss.

The twitches and spasms slowed down, although my pussy still contracted and throbbed intensely. My breathing began to return to normal, although my head still felt light and airy.

All the nerves in my vagina were still firing, still overloaded with sensations. Marcus' cock in me, stuffing me to the brim. It all came back, felt more real now.

The orgasm fully subsided, and I found myself holding Marcus tightly. We were kissing each other softly, playfully.

"Was that a good one?" he asked with a smile.

I giggled at the question.

"Oh my god, yes," I replied with a broad smile and a big kiss. "So fucking good," I purred.

Acutely aware of the sensations in my pussy, I realized my hips had begun rocking themselves around slightly.

"But we're just getting started," I reassured Marcus. My worn-out state was only temporary, and there was so much left of the night.

We kissed again, lying down on the patio. Marcus' tongue plumbed inside my mouth, tasting my breath. I kissed back against him passionately. The last climax had been a slow build, but I was ready for a more carnal pace now.

Our kiss spiraled, turning almost aggressive. Marcus held the side of my head in place, keeping our mouths locked together in a passionate struggle.

He'd also begun to thrust into me more forcefully. His cock penetrated up into the depths of my twat, piercing my very core and sending shocks through me.

I rode him faster, rocking my hips up and then slamming them down onto Marcus' pistoning cock. On the downstrokes, my clit rubbed nicely against his torso, growing harder and harder. The sound of my wetness rung out through the air.

"Fuck me harder," I begged, finally breaking our kiss. I could feel another orgasm approaching and I would not be denied.

Marcus smiled broadly and almost growled, which was weirdly sexy. His hands moved down to my ass, bouncing me on his dick.

As I bounced back down into him, he powered up into me faster and harder than before. My pussy was overloaded with a rush of sensations, so much stimulation at once.

"Oh goddd," I moaned. My eyes closed and I let myself fall down into the safety of Marcus' lips.

I was riding with my hips as fast as I could, but Marcus could go faster and harder. So I let him take full control, slamming his cock into me without abandon.

Again and again and again. My core tightened, my breathing hitched up quickly.

"Oh, fuck, I'm..." I trailed off. It was about to happen again.

A final thrust of Marcus' glorious member and I came again.

My body tensed and twitched for a beat, and then immediately relaxed. I moaned out a long exhale that I hadn't even realized I'd been holding in. My spine tingled and my sex felt extremely sensitive, almost numb.

Marcus had slowed his pace down considerably and was now only softly grinding his hips into mine.

It still took me a minute to find my breath again, but I recovered and gave Marcus a long, soft kiss.

"You're incredible," I said and meant it genuinely.

"I just do my best," Marcus replied, earning him another kiss.

This one deepened again quickly, until our tongues were entangled around each other and our hands were roaming. I traced Marcus' large chest tattoo, he fondled and massaged my breasts.

Without warning, Marcus' knees began to rise and his hands moved to my butt. Before I knew what was happening, he had stood up and I hung onto his neck for dear life. I realized that his hands supported my butt from below, so I eased my grip and relaxed into Marcus' carry.

Remarkably, he'd somehow stayed inside of me the whole time.

"Never done this position before," I laughed. Marcus began to walk back towards the house, and our natural momentum bounced me slightly on his shaft.

With my legs wrapped around Marcus' back, my hips were opened wide and the incursion of Marcus' dick felt especially deep. I craned my neck up and pulled Marcus into a kiss.

He walked us to the bedroom, stepping through the open glass door. We turned and I gasped as I was shoved up against the wall.

"Kinky," I moaned. I was completely pinned by Marcus, totally at his mercy. Every girl will tell you that being pinned up against a wall will make her go wild, and I was no exception. My crotch burned with desire, and my whole body felt like it could just melt.

With a lot of my weight now supported by the wall, Marcus could begin to engineer his hips more forcefully. He was thrusting, up and down, up and down.

My slick quim slid along his shaft effortlessly.

"Oh god, fuck me just like that," I encouraged, kissing Marcus' neck, nibbling at his earlobe. "Fuck me against the wall like the little slut I am."

Marcus groaned, and his rugged, masculine sounds just sent shivers through my whole body down to my clit.

He fucked me harder, picking his pace up slowly until after a minute or two, he was hammering into me. His balls slapped against my ass, the sound of our flesh reverberating across the room.

I was on the verge of another climax, and I couldn't resist Marcus' continued efforts. My head lolled back against the wall and Marcus devoured my neck, kissing, licking, biting, leaving bright purple marks.

Marking me as his.

My hips bucked up and I came again, not quite as intensely this time, but still incredible.

"Holy fuck," I sighed, my breathing still rapid. "I've never been fucked like this before."

It was true. None of the college boys I'd played around with had anywhere near Marcus' stamina, his drive, or his experienced touch.

And definitely none of them had a cock anywhere near as perfect.

My post-orgasm contractions subsided, and I could feel Marcus' member pulsing and throbbing especially violently inside me.

Was he close?

Before we could push any further, Marcus spun around and plopped me down onto the huge king bed. My limbs felt like Jello, splayed out and lying back on the mattress.

"Oh god," I sighed in pleasure. Three orgasms already. This night was everything I'd ever imagined.

And then I felt Marcus' tongue on my clit, and it somehow just kept getting better.

Marcus hadn't eaten me out since the very first time on the patio. I'd thought about how perfect his tongue was a lot since then and it felt almost gluttonous to be experiencing it again on top of getting his dick.

He lapped at me smoothly and passionately, cleaning up all of my plentiful juices.

"Fuck that feels so nice," I encouraged. I hadn't even been able to lift my head up off the bed. My eyes rolled back and shut. I couldn't focus on a single fucking thing except Marcus' mouth.

He reached up to squeeze my tits as he circled his tongue round my clit. My hips instinctively rocked and gyrated against his mouth, increasing the sensations on my clit.

It was barely a couple minutes before the soft rhythm of Marcus' tongue had another climax building. Marcus licked long strokes from my clit all the way down to my puckered butt, then back up. I was in heaven, letting him do absolutely whatever he wanted to me.

A finger slid inside my gushing wet snatch without resistance. It curled back against my walls, pushing down against my g-spot.

"Ohhhh my god," I moaned, arching my back off the mattress. My legs tightened around Marcus' head, pinning him in place at my sex.

His finger pumped in and out of me rapidly, and it didn't even take a minute before I couldn't hold off any longer. I came on Marcus' tongue, hips thrashing and spasming as the forceful wave overpowered me.

Marcus didn't stop. Didn't let me catch my breath at all. He sucked in on my clit, whipping his tongue around feverishly.

Another finger slid into my snatch, filling me more.

Both of my hands caressed Marcus' bald head, guiding him along my slit and keeping him right where I needed him. My thighs were locked in a vice grip around his head, so he couldn't leave anyway.

Marcus' fingers probed my depths, switching up pace and rhythm briefly before returning to hammering down against my g-spot. I could hear how wet I was, how ready to explode again.

Marcus swung a hand around my thigh to press down on my lower stomach, right above where my pubic hair would be. The new pressure tightened my pelvis, making my snatch grip even tighter around his pumping fingers.

I could barely feel or control my pelvic muscles at all. The nerves in my clit and quim were overloaded, stretched too thin, just absolutely begging for release.

It was coming. Rumbling deep inside me, taking over every muscle in my body one by one. My core was tight, my back and hips were lifting off the bed. I dug my nails into the sheets, my thighs squeezing around Marcus' head tighter and tighter. My whole body wound up like a rubber band.

And then snapped. I came violently, screaming and moaning without abandon. Something about this one felt different, like a huge knot of pressure inside me had built up and then totally disappeared, leaving me feeling so wonderfully drained and content.

Marcus' pace slowed finally, mercifully, even as my pussy continued to spasm and clench. His fingers withdrew, and his tongue slowed down to gentle licks.

"Holy shit, that was so good," I groaned. "How did you learn to give head that well?"

"Lots of experience," Marcus crawled up to me and planted a kiss on my lips. His mouth tasted a little different than normal, and I noticed his cheeks were wet.

I finally worked up the will to sit up on my elbows and looked down to see a massive wet spot on the bed around my crotch.

"Wait did I squirt?" I asked.

Marcus nodded. "At the end."

"Jesus, that's never happened to me before," I explained. That made sense why the last orgasm felt a little different than normal. It felt good though. Really good.

"I guess I'm just especially skilled," Marcus laughed. "It's not too hard to make happen if you know what you're doing."

"Well you really know what you're doing," I purred, just thinking about how good the orgasms had felt. I rolled on top of Marcus, his erection now prodding my thighs.

We kissed and I reached down to palm his shaft, caress his balls. He'd given me so much already, I felt like it was my duty to get him off.

After a minute of gentle kissing and petting, I trailed my mouth down Marcus' firm chest and abs to his cock.

Steadying it with a hand, I slurped it into my mouth easily and sucked in on the top of his rod.

"Hmmm," I moaned at the wonderful taste of his precum and my nectar mixed on his skin.

My tongue worked round his head, up and down the shaft. I popped my mouth off for just a beat but kept stroking

"You've given me so much tonight, it's gotta be my turn to repay you," I said seductively before returning my lips and tongue to his swollen black helmet.

I'd hardly begun sucking Marcus off again before his fingers laced into my hair and pulled me back up to his mouth.

"If you want to repay me, get on all fours," he barked in a smooth tone that instantly made me want to submit.

"Yes, sir," I purred in response.

I crawled off Marcus and positioned myself on my knees by the headboard, bending over and holding onto the headboard to steady myself.

My heart was in my throat again. I couldn't believe I was lucky enough to get to experience Marcus' glorious penis inside me again and again. He had hypnotized me. There was no way I could go back to school in the fall and be satisfied by the regular frat boys.

Marcus' head nestled against my slit, sliding my slick labia apart and pressing up against my clit. I mewled a little, dripping wet for more of Marcus' cock.

A forceful slap on my ass shifted my whole body forward. It stung, but it felt nice to let Marcus dominate me and use me however he saw fit. I looked back at him lined up behind me and flashed him a big smile.

"Cone on, baby, fuck this tight little pussy," I begged, knowing how much the dirty talk worked for Marcus.

Another slap to my ass, and as my hips recoiled back, Marcus thrust forward and impaled his cock inside me.

A guttural moan escaped as Marcus entered me. I trembled briefly, re-adjusting to his considerable size. Certainly a lot more than the two fingers that had just been inside me.

Hands grasped my hips, holding me in place. Marcus began to fuck me slowly, burrowing his spear deep into my pussy. My cervix was shocked with each thrust, but the chilling sensation felt good, like I was getting bottomed-out. I could never deny being a size queen.

As he thrust forward, Marcus pulled my hips back, intensifying the depth of his pumps. My whole body rocked, my small boobs swaying lightly.

"Keep fucking me like that," I pleaded. "Stretch my tight young pussy with your big, black, cock."

I emphasized each of the last three words slowly.

"Say that again," Marcus barked. His grip on my hips tightened, his thrusts became a little more powerful.

A smile crept across my face. I'd struck something he liked.

"Stretch my tight young pussy with your big, black cock," I repeated in as sultry of a voice as I could muster. My breathing was getting rapid already, making it hard to speak slowly.

Again Marcus picked up his pace, his intensity. He was positively fucking me now, bouncing my ass back against him as he took me from behind.

"Again," Marcus commanded. He spanked me, hard, to signal who was in charge.

"Stretch my tight young pussy with your big, black cock," I groaned. My vocal chords were being choked with pleasure, a fire growing from my core and spreading over my whole body from head to toe. I was going to cum again, and it was gonna be a big one.

"Again."

Another slap to my ass. And the pace increased again, practically hammering into my pussy over and over and over. My legs were quivering, moans spilling out of my mouth involuntarily.

Slap again, harder, lurching my whole body forward. I hadn't responded in time.

"Stretch my tight young pussy with your big, black cock!" I begged.

Still, he fucked me harder. A hand rooted itself in the base of my hair and tugged back, splitting me completely in half on Marcus' spear.

"Again."

"Stretch my tight young pussy with your big, black cock!!"

"Again."

"Stretch my tight young pussy with your big, black cock!!!!!"

"Again!"

"FUCK MY SLUTTY LITTLE CUNT WITH YOUR HUGE, PERFECT, BLACK COCK!!!!"

I came violently at the top of my lungs. I spasmed and shook against Marcus, climaxing with every single fiber of my body, before collapsing down on the mattress. I felt myself squirt against the bed, realizing what it felt like now.

But Marcus didn't stop. He kept fucking me, slamming into my cunt, plunging deeper and deeper than ever before.

I tried to moan, groan, cry out. Absolutely nothing came. My body shook, it was going to happen again.

Instinctively I brought a hand down to my clit, pushing the other feebly back against the headboard to steady myself.

Sparks radiated up my torso as soon as I made contact with my clit. I was gonna finish. I couldn't stop it.

Again I came, grinding my clit down on my fingers, slamming my hips back against Marcus' pistoning cock.

The whole bed rocked, my entire form shook and vibrated from the force of Marcus. I didn't know it was even possible to be fucked this ferociously, this passionately.

I came again. And again. And again. One immediately after the other after the other. I completely lost count of how many orgasms I'd had, or whether they even were separate ones or just the longest, most continuous one of my life.

I was in heaven.

I was still in the throes of an orgasm when Marcus' growls filled up the entire room. His cock was throbbing, pulsing. His fingers were digging into my hips.

My brain was completely cockdrunk, working in slow motion. But I knew he was about to finally reach his own peak.

I summoned all the energy in my body to turn my head back to look at Marcus. His brows were furrowed, muscles clenched. He was sending me off with everything he possibly had.

"Cum for me baby," I cooed. "You've fucked me so well, made me cum so hard. Now it's your turn."

Marcus looked up at me and nodded, still fucking me raw without pause.

"Where do you wanna cum baby?" I asked, pleading with my eyes. "Tell me where, anywhere."

"Inside," Marcus grunted.

I nodded my head and smiled.

"Then cum right in my little pussy, baby," I encouraged, trying to get him to spill every last drop into me. I loved creampies.

"Fill up this sweet, innocent little white pussy with your big load," I continued. My cunt was squeezing and pulsing around Marcus' pumping shaft. There was no way he could hold out much longer.

I was on the verge of yet another climax myself. Seeing Marcus so close just edged me on, knowing how much pleasure I was giving him.

"Oh, fuck," Marcus groaned and his cock twitched. This was it.

"Cum for me!" I begged, rubbing my sore and swollen clit furiously. "Cum for me!"

Marcus slammed into me again with a carnal growl and I came. My walls gripped and tightened around Marcus, and he spilled into me.

"Hoooooly fuck," I whimpered, the aftershocks of the orgasm wracking through my body. But I could feel Marcus' rod throbbing and pulsing and filling me up completely.

I'd done it.

Marcus kept thrusting, fucking his load deeper into me as he continued to explode inside me. His pace began to slow though as his load petered out, and we both eventually paused.

"Holy shit," Marcus sighed, leaving his deflating erection inside me to feel the warm hug of my cunt for as long as he could. When he finally slipped out, we both collapsed back on the bed together.

"That was incredible," I broke the silence. "I've never been fucked like that before in my life."

"I don't know if I've ever fucked a better pussy," Marcus replied back. "You're amazing."

We met in a kiss. I could feel a stream of gooey cum leaking out between my legs.

"I'm definitely never going to forget this night," I mused. Even if Marcus was just the subject of attraction for a summer and nothing serious, I'd never forget how good and rewarding his cock felt after the amount of effort I'd put in to get it.

"Me neither," he said back with a smile and kissed me again.

Marcus held me in his arms, and his soft breathing lulled me into a deep slumber almost immediately.

We woke up and fucked again at 5 am.

Then woke up again and fucked at 10 am.

Then again in the early afternoon before Henrietta and Charlotte got back.

And that was it. We shared one last kiss; they walked through the front door and the tension, the energy in the air totally disappeared, back to the jovial, loving family atmosphere from the rest of the summer.

Charlotte and I spent as much time together as possible before the end of the summer. We promised to make trips to visit each other during the school year, and we both cried hugging goodbye at the airport.

Henrietta had a few tears in her eyes too, but sent me off with a big hug and a promise to fly me back out whenever I wanted.

Marcus gave me a bit of an awkward hug and pat on the back. How can you say goodbye to someone with a hug when they've been inside of you and totally reshaped your understanding of pleasure?

But a pat on the back and a shared look that conveyed so much more was all we would have.

I turned and made my way to the flight that would take me back home and end my perfect summer.

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