Rainy Muse

The moment Marcus stepped into the tiny corner café, my sketchbook nearly slipped from my fingers. Rain hammered the windows, turning the street outside into a silver blur, but all I saw was him—tall, dark-skinned, water dripping from his locs onto broad shoulders that strained his wet white shirt. My pussy clenched instantly at the sight of those powerful arms and the way his soaked jeans clung to thick thighs. I needed him naked. I needed him now.

"Excuse me," I said, voice already husky. "I'm an artist. Would you model for me? Right here, right now. I'll pay double."

Marcus turned, dark eyes locking on mine with a slow, knowing smile that made heat pool between my legs. "Model? In a café? You don't waste time, do you, beautiful?"

"Call me Lena." I stood up, heart hammering. The few other patrons had cleared out because of the storm. The barista had disappeared into the back. It was just us and the rain. "I draw people. But I want to draw every inch of you... up close."

He chuckled low, the sound vibrating through me. "You always this forward when it rains?"

"Only when a man looks like he could fuck me senseless and still pose like a god."

His eyebrows rose, but the bulge growing in his jeans told me everything. "Lead the way then, Lena."

We moved to the most secluded booth in the back, rain pounding louder against the glass. I pushed the table aside. Marcus peeled off his wet shirt, revealing smooth, dark skin stretched over hard muscle. My mouth watered. I dropped to my knees before I even realized it, fingers tugging at his belt.

"Damn, girl," he breathed, voice deep and rough. "You really don't play."

"I want this big black cock in my mouth first." My hands freed him—thick, veined, already rock-hard and glistening at the tip. The sight made my clit throb. I wrapped my lips around the fat head, sucking greedily, tongue swirling.

Marcus groaned, one big hand tangling in my hair. "Fuck... that's it. Suck that dick, Lena. Deeper."

I took him further, cheeks hollowing, saliva dripping down his heavy balls as I bobbed. The wet sounds mixed with the rain. My free hand slipped under my skirt, rubbing my soaked pussy through my panties. He tasted salty, masculine, perfect.

"Shit, your mouth feels too good." He pulled me up suddenly, spinning me so my hands braced on the booth table. "But I need this pussy."

He yanked my skirt up, ripped my panties aside. Two thick fingers plunged into my dripping cunt, curling hard. I cried out, pushing back.

"Yes... finger my wet pussy. Get it ready for that huge cock."

"You're soaked already," he growled, pumping faster, thumb circling my swollen clit. "This tight little white pussy is begging for black dick, isn't it?"

"God, yes. Fuck me, Marcus. Stretch me."

He didn't wait. The blunt head of his massive cock pressed against my entrance, then slammed in deep in one thrust. I gasped at the burn, the incredible fullness. He was so big it felt like he was splitting me open, every ridge dragging along my walls.

"Oh fuck... it's so deep," I moaned, gripping the table edge.

Marcus started pounding, hips slapping against my ass, the wet smack echoing in the empty café. Rain lashed the windows as he fucked me harder, one hand gripping my hip, the other reaching around to pinch my clit.

"Take it all, Lena. This black cock owns this pussy now."

I came suddenly, hard, my walls clamping down around him, juices squirting down my thighs. "I'm cumming! Don't stop!"

He didn't. Instead he pulled out, flipped me onto my back on the wide bench, and drove back in missionary style. My legs wrapped around his waist as he fucked me with long, powerful strokes. I could see his dark, glistening cock disappearing into my pink pussy over and over, stretching me obscenely.

"Look at that pretty cunt swallowing me," he panted, sweat mixing with rain on his chest. "So fucking tight. Gonna fill you up."

I reached down, rubbing my clit frantically while he pounded. The second orgasm hit even harder, my back arching, nails digging into his shoulders.

"Cum inside me," I begged. "I want to feel it."

Marcus growled, thrusting deep one last time. His cock pulsed, flooding my pussy with hot, thick cum. I felt every spurt, my walls milking him greedily until he collapsed over me, both of us breathing hard.

After a moment he kissed me slow and deep, still buried inside. "Best modeling gig I ever had."

I laughed breathlessly, tracing a finger down his chest. "We're not done. I still need to draw you... after you fuck me again in the bathroom when the rain stops."

He grinned, cock twitching back to life. "Yes ma'am. Your muse is ready."