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.
