The Carolina sun poured through the window as Marcus Watson lounged comfortably on his sofa. It was a Sunday, and the day was all his. He sipped his beer while sitting in a tank top and shorts, watching the movie Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels on the TV. Since his move to Beauford, North Carolina, his life had indeed started to turn around.

Growing up in southern England, he believed the world was his oyster. Up until life, as it so often does, brought him crashing back down to earth. For most of his life, football had been his world. Having played at multiple levels of youth football, even going as far as playing at not just county level but also for England schoolboys, His career eventually peaked when he signed for Oxford United. He was living his dream. But then his dream turned into a nightmare. During one training session, aged 20, he suffered a horror injury: a ruptured anterior cruciate ligament and a torn meniscus in his right knee. His career was over before it had even truly begun. 

After his recovery, he began work on his second biggest love, cars. He trained and became qualified as a mechanic. And a successful one, at that. However, life was never the same again. The memories of his life haunted him before the injury. So, at the age of 30, he decided to emigrate. A new country, a fresh start, was his thinking. After plenty of research, he settled on Beaufort, South Carolina. After many protestations from friends and family claiming he must be mad to move to the US, especially a Southern state, as a black man. But he was not deterred by said warnings. So, aged 34, he made the move and crossed the Atlantic and settled in Beaufort. Eventually, he set up his own business and felt his life had a purpose for the first time in years.

The warnings of his friends and family proved to be unfounded. The locals in Beaufort were not just welcoming; they embraced him. Initially surprised that an Englishman had chosen their small town over bustling cities, they soon recognised his value. Marcus became a highly regarded community member, and his successful business earned him respect and admiration.

At 39, Marcus found a new passion in coaching a local under-10s football team (meaning the kids were typically aged 9-10). This role allowed him to give back to the community that had embraced him and helped him rebuild his life. His joy in sharing his passion with the next generation was immeasurable. Now, at 41, Marcus couldn't be happier. He felt a deep sense of fulfilment in his personal and professional life, knowing that he positively impacted these young players' lives.

As a coach, you couldn’t ask for more. Marcus could convey his thoughts well; he was supportive of his players and a great tactician. He even became a de facto father figure to many. And as Marcus was so good with their children, the parents also adored him. Some parents more than others; as he was English, 6’3, muscular, black, and despite his prolonged stay in the US, Marcus had retained his English accent, a handful of the single mothers took a noticeable shine to him, and a couple of the married ones too! Marcus ignored this (and their advances), not wanting to disrupt his team’s dynamic as they closed in on their first league title under his stewardship.

Taking another sip of his beer, a sudden ring of the doorbell brought him back to his surroundings. Setting his bottle down and turning off the TV just as the doorbell rang again, he headed to the front door, opening it to see Sarah Cartwright-Baker on the doorstep.

Sarah was Jayden's mother, one of the boys in the team. She would more often than not arrive to training or matches in skinny jeans, a white blouse, and a black leather jacket, the look completed with her frequently wearing a pair of Versace sunglasses. Typically, her dirty blonde coloured hair fell to just below her shoulder blades. Whilst not explicitly flaunting it, her 36-24-36 figure was more than evident, accentuated by the fact that she couldn’t be any taller than 5’5. And if he had to guess, around the age of 28. She would be there supporting her son, maybe not too interested in the actual football being played, but being there supporting her son nonetheless. Other than that, she usually kept to herself. Today, however, she’d gone for a different look. Her hair was back in a tight ponytail, and the lack of her trademark sunglasses revealed her hazel eyes and her angelic face. She'd opted for a sports bra instead of a blouse and leather jacket. Resulting in plenty of her flawless pale skin being on display. All of this was topped off with a pair of black shorts instead of the jeans that Marcus was used to seeing her in. She almost looked like a different person.

“Erm… Hi, Ms Cartwright-Baker,” Marcus said, clearly surprised at the unsolicited visit. “Is there anything I can help you with?”

“Hello, Marcus.” Said Sarah, with a rural Alabama accent and a massive smile, which caught Marcus entirely off guard. “If you don’t mind, it’s about Jayden. He’s a bit down at the minute, with how little time he gets to play during matches. I was hoping we could have a quick chat?”

“Yeah, of course,” Replied Marcus, stepping aside to let Sarah in. Please come in, although you’re more than welcome to discuss things like this after training.”

“I would,” Sighed Sarah as she stepped indoors. But with Jayden’s father living in Atlantic, we have to leave pretty quick, so he gets to spend as much time over the weekend with his father.”

Marcus closed the door behind them and showed Sarah into the lounge. It was an open, spacious, modern-looking room. A large 65” TV stood fixed to the chimney breast, the opening now filled by an electric fireplace. Shelves populated the walls on either side of it. These were filled with movies, books, and the trophies Marcus had won in his playing days. Beneath those were media units holding a games console, some games and more movies.  The wall to the left was fitted with large, south-facing French windows that looked out onto a patio in the back garden. The wall to the right, which looked out onto the front garden and road, was fitted with a deep bay window fixed with Venitian blinds, beneath which a steel-coloured, large, deep, fabric-covered chaise-end sofa stood. The wall opposite the TV and beside the door sat an equally large matching sofa, and above that, a plethora of framed signed football shirts and a smattering of pictures of Marus’ friends and family back home adorned the wall. A large, geometrically patterned rug lay in the middle of the room that nearly covered all available hardwood floors, on top of which stood a sizeable walnut-coloured coffee table. 

“Wow!” exclaimed Sarah. Looking around the room. “Your home is wonderful!”

“Thank you very much,” Marcus replied. “Can I get you a drink?”

“Oh, I’m fine, thanks.” Sarah laughed, noticing the beer bottle on the coffee table. Before adding jokily and a wink, “I don’t like to mix business with pleasure.”

Marcus found this comment odd but chalked it up to Sarah’s sense of humour and let it slide. Offering her the place where he’d been sitting earlier, Marcus now noticed how much of Sarah’s ample cleavage was on display. He blinked for a second, then, pretending he didn’t notice, turned and went and sat on the chaise end. Looking back to where Sarah was, he could see she was sitting professionally, despite her attire, legs crossed and back straight.

“So,” prompted Marcus. “You wanted to speak about Jayden?”

“Yes!” Sarah replied quickly, seeming to have just been lost in deep thought and brought back to reality. Well, like I said outside, it’s about his game time. He is only getting about fifteen to twenty minutes each game. This, as you can understand, is rather depressing for him as he wants to play more minutes. So I was hoping that we could sort this between us.”

“I see,” Marcus said slowly, carefully. He had experience with this type of conversation; they were never fun. He’d sat through them before, a parent wanting their precious angel to have the opportunity to be the hero, without regard for the rest of the team or the ability or mentality of their child. And Jayden fell into the latter. Marcus genuinely understood the parents' desire to see their child succeed, but unlike the parents who thought of one child, he had a whole team to think about.

“Well, Ms Cartwright-Baker, I…” Marcus started.

“Please, call me Sarah,” interrupted Sarah with a broad, warm smile.

“Okay. Well, Sarah,” resumed Marcus. “I am sorry to hear that Jayden is down about how much time he gets to play. And I understand that you, as his mother, want to help him the best way you can. So thank you for telling me this. Please understand I have a whole team to think of. Jayden is a great kid, don’t get me wrong. But his attitude at times is, quite matter-of-factly, questionable. He seems switched off and disinterested a good 50% of the time but does give his best the rest of the time. There’s a player in there, don’t get me wrong. But that player won’t flourish until he sorts his attitude out, so until I see that happen, there really isn’t much I can do. I can coach a player, but attitude, that’s something only he can work on.”

He said his piece. Afterwards, Marcus sat there looking at Sarah, awaiting her answer. It would only go one of two ways. First, the parents would take his response and feedback on board and discuss the issue like adults. Second, the parent would become angry and belligerent. Usually, Marcus had this conversation at training, not in his own home. He was caught off guard and by surprise. Marcus braced himself. He had a feeling it’d be the second reaction incoming. But, he’d hold his ground. Sarah’s response, however, caught him even more off guard.

“Oh, I agree. I’ve told Jayden the exact same thing.” Sarah stated, still wearing that radiant smile. Then the smile changed; it became more sultry, still reaching her eyes, but it had definitely changed. “I was hoping if you had any ideas and if we could come to some sort of agreement.”

It wasn’t a question — it was a statement! Marcus was flustered. It wasn’t a conversation he’d be expected to have or particularly wanted to have. But here he was, sitting with this woman in his lounge. Marcus was blindsided. The ball was, well and truly, in Sarah’s court. 

“I mean, I always find some sort of reward system seems to work,” Marcus replied, his mind racing.

“Yes, a reward system! That’s a great idea! I totally agree. I believe they can be highly effective.” Sarah interrupted again, still wearing that smile and leaning forward slightly. Again, this gave Marcus a view of her cleavage. “So, about that agreement?”

“W-what agreement?” stammered Marcus, utterly perplexed.

As Marcus said this, he watched Sarah slide from the sofa and begin crawling towards him, her eyes fixed on his. The view of her cleavage was even more exaggerated. He could feel his body stirring. Before Marcus could grasp the situation, Sarah had crossed the room and moved to sit on his left thigh. 

“Well, Marcus, you took the words right out of my mouth earlier with your reward system idea,” Sarah stated. Unfazed by the widow in front of her. Sarah began to run a finger over his chest. “I was thinking we could discuss the Jayden issue, and when that was all said and done, I could thank you!”

“What do you mean th…” Marcus started to respond. Before he could finish his sentence, however, Sarah opened the front of her bra. Her breasts tumbled free. Marcus was speechless. He just sat there, stunned. He wondered about their size, admiring the colour of her nipples (a mid-point between pink and brown). Both nipples pierced. At this point, Sarah leaned forward, her lips brushing against his ear.

“They’re 36DD. And. They. Are. All. Yours.” Sarah sultryly whispered into Marcus’ ear. She was kissing, sucking, and licking his ear between each word. Her beautiful tits pressed into his chest.

Marcus was now practically at full mast inside of his shorts. He was moaning softly as Sarah pulled his head down to her ample cleavage. Marcus didn’t hesitate, immediately starting to kiss and suck Sarah’s tits. Before long, his hands were cradling her tits as Marcus went to town on her tits with his mouth. He guessed she’d maybe had some work done at some point, but Marcus was not complaining. Her moans simply encouraged him to continue, and he gladly did. Soon, Sarah was palming his crotch over his shorts.

“Mmmm, and what do we have here?” Sarah cooed, feigning innocence.

She sank to her knees between Marcus’ legs. Dragging her tits down his chest and abs, eventually rubbing them over his crotch in a teasing manner. As she did that, Sarah slid her hands up under Marcus’ tank top, rubbing over his abs. Sarah said nothing, just smiling approvingly. Eventually, Sarah slid off Marcus’ tank top. With that smile still on her face, Sarah’s attention moved south to his shorts. Hurriedly unbuttoning them before eagerly sliding them off. Marcus’ twelve inches of black meat sprung free as she did, hitting Sarah on the chin.

“Oh my fucking God!” Exclaimed Sarah. Gripping Marcus' thick, vascular cock by the base, wide-eyed. “I heard black guys were hung. But, fuck me! You are hung like a fucking horse! And you’re uncircumcised, too?!”

Marcus smiled at her. Unable to believe his luck at having an utter bombshell between his legs, her small white hand wrapped around his dick. His big, heavy, cum-laden balls hung loosely between his legs. His bloated tip poked out from under his foreskin. Marcus gave Sarah another encouraging smile, and soon her hand started to glide up and down his cock. Sarah watched, amazed at how the foreskin retracted and rolled back over the tip.

“If this is how you thank people, I could get used to this!” joked Marcus.

“Oh, I’ve not even started yet,” cooed Sarah with a wink.

With that, still holding his cock upright in her hand, Sarah kissed the tip of Marcus’ cock as she pulled the foreskin back for a final time. This sent a jolt of pleasure through Marcus’ body. Then, before he knew it, Sarah dropped lower and started to run her tongue up the length of his thick, lengthy shaft. Marcus shivered in pleasure. His eyes were glued to Sarah’s as her tongue snaked its way up his shaft towards his bulbous crown. Before taking the head of Marcus’ cock into her warm, wet mouth. 

The blowjob started slowly at first, with Sarah mainly focusing on the head of Marcus’ dick. But, before long, her head was bobbing up and down his cock. Soon, moans of pleasure from both Marcus and Sarah were filling the room, and mixed with that were the sounds of Sarah’s soft gagging as Marcus hit the back of her throat. Saliva ran down his dark vascular shaft, over Sarah’s fingers, now pumping Marcus’ manhood, and over his balls. Marcus was in Heaven.

“Fuck! Your cock is huge!” Sarah breathed heavily as she came up for air. A string of saliva kept her lips connected to Marcus’ cock, as well as running down her chin and onto her tits. “It’s so big I can’t take it all. Good thing I have other places for it to go.”

Then with a wink, Sarah moved in closer and knelt up more and wrapped her glorious tits around his slick, wet dick. If they felt good in his hands, Marcus had to admit they felt even better around his shaft. Sarah then lowered her head and spat onto his cock and her tits before starting to work them up and down his slick wet shaft. Occasionally licking the tip of his cock as it protruded from between her cleavage. And Sarah’s eyes remained fixed on Marcus while all this was happening. It seemed to last for hours when it was maybe only two or three minutes.

“Good God, Sarah! This feels fucking amazing!” Marcus groaned. Before adding the question plaguing his mind. “But what about your husband?”

“What husband?!” Sarah laughed. Holding her left hand up, showing off the distinct lack of a wedding or engagement ring. “I divorced him years ago. And I’ve not been properly fucked for even longer. Now give me that big, delicious, black cock of yours!”

With that, Sarah gripped Marcus by the cock and started to lead him out of the room and upstairs. His shorts were still around his ankles. Upon reaching the top of the stairs, Sarah led Marcus into the first bedroom she saw, Marcus’ bedroom. 

It was a large room - smaller than the lounge but still significantly sized in its own right. A large king-sized bed with grey and black sheets stood against the wall on the left-hand side, its dark wooden headboard standing out against the light grey-coloured walls. The outline would’ve been made all the clearer due to a line of LEDs around the back edges of the board, but due to open curtains across the face of the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the backyard, to the right-hand side of the bed, the effect was rendered obsolete. Above that was a large canvas of the London skyline. Across from the bed stood a set of drawers that ran nearly the room's length, standing about four drawers tall.

On top of that stood another television. A large wardrobe stood to the left of the bed, in the corner and running a third of the wall. Its four doors were all mirrored and stood about about seven feet tall. Next to that was a large desk that ran the second third of the wall. An expensive-looking gaming computer setup sat in prime position on top of it, completed by two ultrawide Samsung 34” curved monitors, a soundbar and an RGB keyboard and mouth. Again, along all the edges of the furniture ran strips of LEDs. Also on top of the desk was a Newton’s cradle and a large plasma ball. Aside from that, the rest of the wall was decorated with an electric guitar, a Gibson Les Paul, on a wall bracket beside a replica copy of the sword Andúril from the movie The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King. Besides that, the wall was bare, save for the door Sarah led Marcus through.

After reaching the bed, Sarah turned Marcus around to face away from the bed and pushed him back onto it. With Marcus now laid back on the sheets, Sarah knelt back down in front of him and helped Marcus out of his shorts before going back to sucking and slurping on his cock, all while waving her buttocks in the air tantalisingly. 

No part of his cock, nor his balls, were left untouched by Sarah’s mouth or tongue. She went about the task at hand like her life depended on it. Intermittently spitting on Marcus’ dick, keeping it lubricated as her hand pumped his cock whilst sucking on Marcus’ balls. After a minute or so, Marcus sat up and pulled off his tank top, exposing his muscular torso and sitting naked as Sarah looked up approvingly before Marcus leant forward and landed a firm spank on Sarah’s left buttock. A moan of pleasure escaped from Sarah as his balls fell from her mouth.

“Mmmmmm, Daddy.” Moaned Sarah, in the same sultry tone as before. “Does Daddy like my ass?”

“Oh? Am I Daddy now?” Marcus laughed.

“Oh, with me, you’ll always be Daddy!” Sarah giggled as she climbed onto the bed, waving her arse in the air. “And I’m Daddy’s lil’ slut.”

Not missing a beat, Marcus moved behind Sarah and roughly pulled down her shorts and little black thong, exposing her bare, wet, puffy pussy. Instantly leaning in and running his tongue up the length of her slit, from the clit to her tight, puckered arsehole. Eliciting a moan of pleasure from Sarah. Holding her buttocks apart with his hands, Marcus carried on his licking. Feeling the folds of her labia majora and minora parting around his flattened tongue, tasting the sweet ambrosia of Sarah’s juices, loving how her body trembled as his tongue ran over her perineum and arsehole. Occasionally, Marcus would give her a spank that drove Sarah wild. The pleasured moans and cries of Sarah spurred him on.

“Mmmmm fuck Daddy! Your tongue is so fucking good! Don’t Stop!” Sarah cried out. “Daddy owns all my sweet little holes! Fuck!”

With that, Sarah reached back and removed the hair band, keeping her hair in a ponytail and letting it cascade free. After that, she started rubbing one of her swaying breasts, pinching and twisting the nipple, as she began to twerk her arse in Marcus’ face, encouraging Marcus further. Taking this as an invitation, Marcus then started tracing the ring of Sarah’s arsehole with his tongue. After making three passes around, Marcus then slid his index and middle fingers into Sarah’s velvety, wet pussy. He was amazed at how tight she was despite being the mother of a nearly ten-year-old. Marcus then started slowly and rhythmically, working them back and forth and over the silky inner walls of Sarah’s pussy. This carried on for around ten minutes before Marcus could feel Sarah’s pussy contracting and pulsing around his fingers as she started to scream with pleasure.

“Ooohhh fuck yes, Daddy. I’m cumming!” She screamed. Before collapsing onto the bed as her body twitched and convulsed. Holding her pussy as if to stop something from falling from it.

Marcus knelt there, watching Sarah riding her orgasm; his cock stood solidly at attention, dripping precum. Before long, Sarah got shakily back up onto her hands and knees. She then placed her hips just wider than her hips and arched her back, her tits hanging towards the bed. Marcus needed no further invitation. Gripping her buttock in both hands again, Marcus effortlessly sunk his cock deep into Sarah’s welcoming pussy. Evoking more screams of pleasure from Sarah. He started to thrust. Working his hips, his cock glided back and forth inside Sarah’s love canal. If Marcus thought her pussy felt tight whilst fingering Sarah, she felt incredibly tight now with his cock inside her. Firstly, it was just the first four inches of his manhood, then seven, and before long, Sarah was taking nine of Marcus’ inches. 

By now, Marcus was pounding hard and fast. The room was filled with moans, cries, musk and sloppy sound of Marcus’ cock pounding relentlessly into Sarah’s pussy. Her buttocks were glowing red from Marcus’ spanking. Her back was shiny with sweat. Then, with one final hard thrust, he sank the last three inches of his meat deep into Sarah. His balls pressed against her rock-hard and protruding clit as he continued to thrust powerfully. He could feel himself bottoming out inside of her, his tip bouncing off her cervix.

“Mmmmm, Daddy, your cock is so fucking perfect!” Moaned Sarah. 

“You’ll love this then,” Marcus answered, pulling out of Sarah’s dripping wet pussy and lying back on the bed, his head on the pillows. “How does riding my cock sound?”

With this proposition, Sarah squealed with delight before eagerly climbing on to straddle Marcus. Then, with a moan of pure satisfaction, she slid back down his shaft. Placing her hands on Marcus’ chest, Sarah began to rock her hips sliding her pussy up and down his cock. Soon, the moaning resumed. Holding her slim waist, Marcus smiled up at Sarah, his eyes fixed on her bouncing tits. Before Sarah noticed, took his hands and placed them on her tits. As time passed, Sarah’s rocking became bouncing, which evolved into full-on riding. This, in turn, became more and more vigorous. And in that time, Marcus had gone from simply holding Sarah’s tits to caressing them, then to squeezing and to slapping. All of this Sarah seemed to love, as she continued to scream and moan with pleasure before collapsing onto his chest as she came for the second time.

“Oh my God, Daddy. You and that delicious cock are just too perfect!” Sighed Sarah after she’d regained her composure. Her face and chest flushed a bright red, her hair was strewn across her face, and it looked like she’d been dragged through a hedge backwards. She passionately kissed him before adding, “What will I do with you?”

“How about this?” Grinned Marcus.

With that, he rolled over on top of Sarah. His cock still buried inside Sarah. Placing his hand behind her knees, pushing her legs back somewhat, he started to piston back and forth like a machine. Slamming his swollen, throbbing cock balls deep into Sarah’s tight wet pussy. His heavy, full balls slapped repeatedly against her arsehole. 

“Oh, Daddy, yes! Just like that!” Moaned Sarah in pure lust. “Give me that big, fucking, black cock! Fuck this tight lil’ white pussy! Fuck me ‘til you cum!”

“Oh yeah?” Marcus groaned between thrusts. “Does my little white slut want my cum?”

“More than anything, Daddy,” Sarah sighed in response. “Fill my tight little cunt with your cum!”

By this point, Marcus could feel his balls clenching and tightening. He knew he wouldn’t be able to last much longer, even if he wanted to. He kept pounding. Sarah’s tits were bouncing wildly. The room was filled with the sounds and smells of their wild, rampant sex. It was all too much. And with one final deep thrust, Marcus came. The bloated tip of his cock pressed right up against Sarah’s cervix as he spurted torrent after torrent of creamy, thick, virile cum deep into Sarah’s womb. Groaning deeply in pleasure, Marcus came harder than he had in years. As he pumped the last of his load, he collapsed on top of Sarah.

“My God, Sarah!” Breathed Marcus, wiping the sweat from his brow. “That was amazing!”

“I’d say!” Exclaimed Sarah with a laugh. “Not only are you hung like a horse, you fucking cum like one too!”

They stayed like that for a few minutes, Marcus on top of Sarah, his softening cock still deep in her cum-filled pussy. Eventually, though, Marcus rolled off of Sarah, the pair of them still breathing heavily. Both of them were utterly spent. They just lay there, letting the minutes roll by before the elephant in the room reared its head.

“So about Jayden,” Marcus started, rolling to face Sarah. “I can start an action pla…”

“Oh, I wouldn’t worry about that,” Sarah replied with a wicked smile. “You see, the truth is Jayden doesn’t really enjoy soccer. I mean football. He couldn’t care less. I just wanted to get my hands on you. And I’m sure glad I did!”

“So I lived up to expectations then?” Marcus laughed surprisedly.

“Oh, sweetie,” Sarah cooed in that southern drawl, running a finger along his chest. “You exceeded those by a country mile!”

“So what now?” Asked Marcus.

“Well, we can keep doing this.” Said Sarah matter-of-factly. Before adding with a laugh, “Unless you don’t want to keep having mind-blowing sex like this!”

And that’s what happened. Marcus and Sarah kept hooking up for the next few months, but eventually, it became evident that feelings were becoming involved. Marcus then threw caution to the wind and raised the issue with Sarah, and to his amazement, she confessed she was feeling the same way. So began their relationship. Then, a fortnight later, Marcus noticed a small plastic object in the bin whilst drying his hands in the bathroom. He bent over to have a closer look. No, it couldn’t be. He pulled out the pregnancy test from the bin and saw an unmistakable + sign on the screen. Things would be getting far less peaceful and laid back in his new life.