A Cashier's Night Fun

Mal had been about halfway through his run when the skies opened up on him. It began to rain in torrential amounts, drenching him in seconds. He nearly slipped and busted his ass more than once as he altered his path to the nearby Taco Bell. It was late, a minute or a few after closing and by the time he got to the door the tank top he wore clung to him and so did his basketball shorts. He knocked on the door, hard enough to get noticed but not hard enough to sound dangerous. "HEY! CAN I GET SOME HELP?!" he called from the door, laying eyes on Taylor. This was a toss up. Either she'd be a good Samaritan, or she'd stereotype and say she couldn't help him... of course he hoped for the former as the warm summer rain continued to crash down on him like a tidal wave. "Please?!" he called out, placing his hands together as if praying for her to let him in.

Taylor's body shook and danced as she cleaned up the building, in order to make sure everything was ready for closing time. Taylor's eyes blinked as she heard a voice cutting through the music that played through the speakers, turning around her pale-blue eyes located themselves on the knocking shape of man caught in what looked to be a horrible storm. "Ho-hold on!" she shouted, hurrying over to the doors and unlocking the left-side doors and allowed him in; the lithe-petite cashier looked up at the man as she let him in.

He hopped past her inside, the sudden interaction of his drenched clothing and the freezing air conditioning hitting him hard. "Ahhhh... fuck." he spoke, going from relieved to be out of the rain to cold. "Thank you." he nodded down to the short little white girl... thin, one of his favorite body types on white women. He smiled his most charming smile. "Sorry to put you out like this, I was too far from home to just turn around and I don't know anyone around here to take a moment on their porch to wait it out." he explained. "Mal, by the way." he spoke as he offered one hand to shake, the other under his arm pit to keep it warm.

Nodding her head, her brunette ponytail going just past her shoulders, Taylor smiled up at the man while trying not to look at his shirtless and muscular chest. "Its no problem." she said, smiling her pink-plump lips and waved her hand. "You can take a seat anywhere, I was just cleaning up the store."

Seeing she was focused on something else, his hand which had been there to shake moved forth, gently lifting the name tag that was on her chest, "Alright, thank you again... Taylor." he spoke, moving off to take a seat. IN his current state, his shorts clung so heavily that as he moved it would be hard to miss the bobbing about of that thick cock within. He had been free-balling, apparently, enjoying the night air on his junk before the storm caught him. Even when he leaned against a table and began checking his phone for damage it was clear as day, the outline of his cock, thick, long, flopped across his thigh.

Taylor blinked her pale-blue eyes, as she looked down at his clinging shorts with wide eyes and felt her mind flashing back towards the various images and gifs that she loved to look up. "Yeah, I'm Taylor and you are?" she asked, turning around showing off her small supple-pert ass clinging tightly to her black pants and her black shirt was slightly loose on her lithe-petite body.

Mal looked up from his (thankfully) still working phone. "What?" he asked, then chuckled, "Damn girl, the day must have been hellish on you... I told you, I'm Mal, Malcom, but you can call me Mal." he reiterated. shaking his head. Since she wasn't looking he took a moment to check out her ass, nice and plump for a girl her size, perfect, not too big, not too small, then went back to his phone, making final checks before putting it away. He shifted, sitting on the table fully with his feet to the sides. The shorts showing that monstrous cock laid over the edge a bit, drooping down before disappearing into slightly looser fabric... no telling how long it really was, but it was long.

Taylor looked over her shoulder and gulped at the man's newest position on the table. "Sorry, but yeah, its been really crazy today." she said, stretching her arms a bit before turning around and dragging a low-sitting chair near the man to sit in. "So... what do you do, Mal?"

He had noticed her stares, having been curious what had her so distracted. However, he had to be sure. When she pulled the chair in, her short form and the chair putting her about dick height, only slightly higher. He pulled his shorts up as he leaned in, a normal action, which became abnormal as his cock slipped out one pant-leg and there it was, his head and a few thick inches there, on display for her hungry eyes. "Lots of video games and working out, mainly. I talk for my job, so that's the gist." he figured she'd be entranced, might even miss everything he said.

Taylor's eyes widened minutely, watching as the man pulled up his shorts in a way that he allowed his cock to fall out of a leg to hang in her view as she looked at the fat-plum knob and couldn't help but lick her pink-plump lips. "Huh? What'd you say?" she asked, jolting out of her hungry gaze.

"I said that I really enjoy taking skinny little white girls like you, bending them over and fucking them until their toes curl and they scream." he spoke as he pulled his pant-leg even higher. "I really love shoving my cocks up their pussies balls deep, watching their stomachs bulge around it... watch cum come out of their noses when I fuck their throats." he laughed. He stood, his cock only disappearing for a moment as he pulled his elastic down under his sack, the added musk spilling out as he fished it out.

Taylor felt herself gulping as she listened to this man's crude and nasty words, but she was almost caught in a trance as she watched his actions in his fishing out of his black cock. "Re-really?"

He got close and was silent for a moment as he stroked it up, getting it nice and hard for her, the veins plumped. He pressed the head against her forehead before a thick rope of semen shot forth, splattering against her forehead and beginning to run down. He pulled it back, letting his seed drip from his head down onto her black shirt and pants, his free hand gripping the top of her head, "Really." he nodded as he forced his cock into her mouth and down her throat, quickly pulling her balls deep, his battering ram dick slamming through anything that might be in his way.

Her eyes went wide as she watched him stroking himself up into a fully hard erection, which was before he placed his plum-knob on her forehead and shot a thick rope of sperm onto her forehead; Taylor could feel it splatter everywhere, her face, forehead, managing to wedge some beneath her black work-hat, and could feel it even running down onto her shirt and then onto her pants. "W-wow.." her sentence was cut off as she felt him gripping the top of her head and forcing his cock into her mouth and down into her throat, her pale-blue eyes widened even more as she felt him pressing his balls against her chin while ramming past her gag-flex.

"That's it." he spoke as he held her down, getting her accustomed to having his cock in her throat. "Just like that." he spoke as he began to thrust, skipping any nice and slow movements and going straight to face fucking her, his cock battering her throat and leaving trails of cum down it and the back of her tongue. "You're a natural, Taylor. Almost like you were just meant to play the meat flute with your throat." he teased as his balls slapped against her chin over and over. He was already enjoying his new friend, the cock and cum spilling down her throat generously would tell her that.

"Glag, glug, glugh. Hurrgg!" Her throat made terrible noises and Taylor felt spit foaming up inside her packed throat, which would just allow to make it easier on the man battering into her throat; the brunette had never imagined that working until 4am closing time would end up with her being throat-fucked by this man's black beastly cock, not that she exactly able to complain!

He smiled, "Well, you're not so bad. I figured a skinny little thing like you might be throwing up your lunch or something." he taunted with a playful tone. "How's it taste? I've been eating a lot of fruits." he spoke, of course referencing the cum that was spilling down her throat and surely rising up into her sinuses by now considering just how hard he was fucking her mouth... he did love that gagged and wet sound of a woman with her throat full of cock.

Taylor's eyes were being rolled into her skull, the cashier was unable to respond both due to her throat being filled but also because her mind was being drawn into a blanked space; Taylor retched, not any food, up sperm from around the man's hulking black cock and felt her nostrils being filled up and leaking from the amount of spunk that was continuously spilling into her throat.

He looked down when he felt her throat tighten around his cock as she retched. He saw the throat slop and cum seeping out around his cock and the cum from her nose and laughed, clapping, "YES! That's what I love to see!" he spoke as his sloppy cock was pulled from her throat, slowly out of her mouth... then slapped down on her face, cum and spit mixing and leaving her face just as messy. "You like?"

"Oh...gawd." she moaned, when Mal withdrew from her throat, feeling her underwear stick to her inner thighs, sticky and slick with her juices. "Your cock is just... so fuckin' big."

"I know, perfect size to stretch out a little snow bunny like you." he spoke with a grin as he looked down on her with half of her face obscured. "How about you show me what you've got under that shitty work uniform?" he asked, taking her her hand and pulling her up to her feet. He then leaned in, kissing one of the clean spots on her cheek. "Then I'll ram this dick so far up your ass you'll be coughing up cum for weeks." he joked.

Blinking her eyes blearily, her hands obeying on some natural animal instinct to please an alpha animal, Taylor's hands took off her hat, letting her ponytail out of the small opening that she had kept it through thus allowing her ponytail to trail down to her mid-back now; next her hands reached downwards to grasp and pull up on her black shirt showing off her stomach and then her black sports-bra containing her small breasts before pushing down on her black tight pants revealing her boyish-underwear choice in the form of black boxers and was soon just in her sneakers and black ankle-length socks.

"MmmmHM, I gotta admit, just shoes is a sexy look." he spoke as he gently spun her around, taking stock, then pushed her toward the table he'd been sitting on. "Hike that ass up in the air." he commanded, giving her ass a playful swat before caressing it. It was bubbly for someone as petite as her, which was just perfect. His cock was still hard, still drooling down onto the floor. However he slapped it between her cheeks, letting it drool onto the small of her back, and down between her cheeks a bit as well.

Blinked as she suddenly took note of her new position, being bent over the table that Mal had been sitting on only a few minutes ago, she gasped as she felt his cock being slapped between her small, supply-pert ass and could feel it drooling as it laid its tip on the small of her back and down into her boxers.

He leaned in, "If you want this big black cock in your tight white ass, you best get it up in the air and make it look like you want it." he spoke into her ear, giving it a gentle little kiss before leaning back. "Best get to it before I get bored and decide to go find another white girl to fill with dick." he spoke, smacking her ass once more.

Taylor shuddered as she felt him speaking into her ear, Taylor hungrily stuck her tiny ass into the air and wiggled it around hungrily before doing it again and again in order to make his cock bounce up and then fall down to slap her ass.

He let her play with it a bit before he pulled it away and in one fluid motion pressed the drooling tip to her pussy and forced her open. His cock was thick and then some, so it spread her pretty lips wide apart as he forced inside. In short time his head and a few inches were inside. His hands then gripped her hips as he began thrusting. His thrusts were strong and hard, forcing him deeper and deeper, his cum and her own pussy juices lubing and slickening her to make it all move along smoothly enough.

Her mouth dropped open as she felt him yanking down her boxer-shorts and pressing the drooling tip against her pussy, Taylor's eyes widened as she felt him forcing himself inside of her while having the side-effect of stretching her open as well! The brunette's pale-blue eyes closed in both pleasure in bliss as she felt him starting his strong and hard thrusts pushing himself deeper into her.

"Mmmm, you new to black cock, or is this a thing for you?" he asked, now that her mouth wasn't occupied. Once he got deep enough he placed a hand on her back, the other now free to slap her ass or do whatever else he pleased. As he thrust, his cum spilled more and more inside of her, pooling inside and thus spraying out as he thrust in from time to time as space as limited. Though eventually his cock head slammed into her cervix, but didn't push through, cum splattering against it as his cock throbbed. "Mmmmm, think you can handle it all the way in, little girl?"

Eyes clenching shut as she felt him forcing deep enough into her pussy, she yelped as she was slapped on her ass, Taylor's juices flowed faster from her stretched tunnel and shook her head. "N-no! I u-use to have a boyfriend, b-but he still wasn't as b-big as you!" she stammered, her body rocking up and down on the table, forcing her sports-bra bunched beneath her small breasts and her nipples dragging against the smooth wood.

"Damn, I was hoping to be the first." he spoke in a joking tone. However, when she didn't reply to his question he shrugged, he figured she'd be all for it at this point. His cock pulled back, the beautiful wet squelching noises as he did so... then he rammed in, harder than he had, forcing his cock clear through her cervix and deep into her womb. His cock slammed into the far wall of it as his balls slapped against her sloppy thighs. At this points his cum and her juices were messy on her inner thighs.

Letting out a scream, her eyes snapped open widely as she felt him pull backwards and then ramming back inside her; her hands shot out to grab the other edge of the table in order to brace herself as she felt him punching right through into her cervix and deep enough to hit her womb, while her mind blew up with her pleasure signals being activated numerously at once.

Mal grinned as he kept himself balls deep, grinding, letting his head, and his cum, touch every bit of her deepest depths. By now he could feel his cock head against the table, he pulled her up so that she was standing, one arm around her neck (though not tightly) to hold her up. He laughed, "Would ya look at that?" he asked, referencing the obscene bulge making itself known from her stomach. It throbbed and moved as he moved his hips.

Taylor gurgled, almost mindlessly, as she felt him pulling her backwards in order to stand the petite brunette up while he wrapped an arm around her throat; her pale-blue eyes looked down at his words and widened as she looked at the bulging stomach from the man's cock as it throbbed and moved in time with his hips.

"You like that?" he asked with a grin. "You like it when a cock as big as that takes your tinny little ass and you can see it inside of you?" he asked into her ear, licking her gently. At the moment he was crouching so that she could stand on her own feet... however, he stood tall and took her off of them, his cock and arm supporting her now. He then gripped her hips, holding her by that and began to thrust, fucking her depths with a cock much too large for her while she was in the air.

Letting out a moan in her answer, she screamed in pleasure as she felt him suddenly standing upwards and taking her feet off the ground as she felt him gripping her hips to start thrusting into her depths with his too-huge cock in her tiny pussy, the veined girth scraping at her walls sending her into the throws of ecstasy and orgasms.

After a few thrusts his hand rose, gripping her throat tightly, forcing her to look upward. As he choked her he leaned in, wiped her lips off with her bundled up shirt, then went to kissing her lightly as he made an absolute mess of her cunt. She would be lucky if she could feel other men once he was done with her... assuming she ever had to worry about that again. Knowing he could find a tiny white bitch who went absolutely spellbound at the sight of his cock... she might be going home with him... or taking him home and not leaving seeing as his car wasn't there.

Taylor choked as she felt the hand gripping around her pale, swan-like neck as she looked upwards at the man before he wiped off her lips using her bundled black shirt; feeling his lips on her own, she moaned in hopes that she could feel him erupting into her womb and pulled backwards as she let loose another scream of pleasure going into her second climax around the man's cock.

He gripped her throat tighter now, not letting her get away. In all honestly, it was getting "late," they did need to wrap up before the morning shift got in. He stopped holding back and forced himself in and out a few more times before leaving her impaled balls deep. He came hard... in an odd manner. First the constant flow and ropes of cum would stop, all at once... then, as if a fire hydrant had been bashed open his cock began spilling, spraying, his cum into her womb. It hit her walls hard, splattering about then surged down out of her pussy as she began to become too full. He groaned, his actual orgasm making at least twice as much cum as was made before it.

Pale-blue eyes bulged out as she felt him impaling her downwards to the base of his cock, she then felt him erupting like a volcano into her womb firing so much that her stomach actually started to swell from the amount that he was stuffing her full of and found her eyes rolling into her head as she was knocked into yet another climax that finally let her fall into an unconscious state as she was impaled balls-deeply on Mal.

He felt her go limp and cocked a brow, "Ahhhhh... fuck." he commented, not having thought it all through. He finished up and pulled out. He then did her a favor, as he let her rest on the table, and cleaned up everything in terms of the mess he'd made. He gently smacked her, "Hey... HEY, TAYLOR!" he yelled, trying his best to wake her. He didn't want her getting fired over this... he'd feel bad. He had dressed himself as well, his tank top and shorts dry, the rain now a light drizzle.