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Meeting Malcolm Pt. 01

My name is Laura and I'm 19 years old. For the last year and a half I worked part time at a high end men's shoe store in the local shopping plaza. I really enjoyed working there. Over time I had developed some regular clients that I knew by name. Usually they were mature men who oozed professionalism and stature.

We had a dress code that my manager established. It was less about wearing a certain type of clothing or color combination. This dress code was entirely arbitrary and she (my manager) would just suggest alterations to my ensemble routinely until I figured it out.

Basically, we had to wear skirts or dresses only and they should never pass the knee. Our blouse selection should be firm fitting, yet classy. The longer I worked there, the more I realized why. Men liked to look down our tops when we were fitting shoes. They liked it, they bought expensive shoes and they kept coming back for more.

Some men were pretty casual about eyeing me up, but others were quite blatant. All I really thought about was my commission to be honest. So if showing a bit of cleavage helped my sales, what could it hurt?

Small talk was a big part of it as well. Mostly it was them talking about me and my interests so it was pretty easy to do. Some pushed the limits about whether I was single, or liked older guys etc. I always responded friendly with a smile telling them I was taken.

My boyfriend Jake worked in the mall as well. The back alley used to transport refuse and receive stock to the stores was shared by both our stores. He was 20 and worked in sporting goods store. When he took the garbage out, he always stopped and asked if he could take ours as well.

My boss was away on vacation for a week and I was working full time at the store. She told me an assistant manager would be coming to help me out at some point. I knew I could handle the workload and told her to enjoy her trip. The days would be long, but the commission should be awesome.

I was organizing the store for opening when I heard the familiar rap at the back door. Opening it, I saw Jake standing there.

"You alone?"

"For now," I responded. "Someone will be by at some point to help me out."

"Good!" He pushed his way in the door and started kissing me.

Jake and I regularly had quickies in the back of the store when I worked alone. If the front was empty he would take me against the racks of shoes with my skirt or dress hiked up over my waste. Usually it ended with the chime of a client entering the store. Sometimes when he was close I would just call out that I would be a minute and let him finish.

As we kissed he ground himself against me. "I need you!"

I turned around and lifted my dress up for him. He immediately pulled my panties to the side and entered me. He fucked me quickly and shot his load on my ass so we wouldn't get caught. I enjoyed the danger element and it wasn't really about getting off for me.

Cleaning myself up I made my way to the store front to open the doors. A middle aged black man stood there with a peculiar look on his face. Unlocking the door I greeted him and he introduced himself to me.

"I'm Malcolm." He held his hand out to shake mine. "I'm here to help you out."

"Nice to meet you Malcolm, I'm Mel." Smiling as I shook his hand.

"I was standing there for ten minutes tapping on the glass." He chided.

"Yes, sorry about that. I was in the washroom."

"What do you say we get this store open?" his voice enthusiastic

We opened the doors and setup our signs and displays before returning to the cash area to chat and wait for clients.

Malcolm was tall and slender. He was dressed in a casual suit wearing the nicest shoes our store offered in my opinion.

"Nice shoes!" I pointed down at them.

"Yes, thank goodness for the discount. Right?" He smiled broadly. His pearl white teeth were perfect and he carried himself with an unsettling confidence.

"Just so you know I will be in and out so we can work a schedule. I'm looking after two stores."

"Not a problem" I craned my neck up to smile at him.

The day was extremely typical. Jake came over and fucked me, I sold shoes and men ogled me. Somewhat surprisingly, Malcolm also took every opportunity to brush against me or look down my top as well.

The next morning I opened the store alone. Lunch rolled around and there was still no sign of Malcolm. I was starving when Jake walked in asking I wanted to go for lunch. Torn about what to do with the store I quickly made a sign that said "back in 5 minutes", and posted it on the door after closing and locking it.

We hit the foot court and I raced back to the store to find it open and Malcolm was assisting a customer. He didn't make eye contact or greet me; he just helped the customer and cashed them out.

Once the customer left, he turned to me. "What were you thinking when you closed the store?" It was clearly rhetorical as he continued his lecture. "Losing business so you can go have lunch with your little boyfriend? I should fire you!"

All my attempts to cut in were stymied until this point.

"I was only gone 5 minutes. See?" I held my lunch up to show him. "I didn't know when you would be here."

"You should have just waited or sent your little boyfriend to get it for you." His voice was stern.

Walking to the back of the store I sat with tears in my eyes as I ate my lunch. Who was he to yell at me or threaten to fire me? The remainder of the day I was off my game and thoughts of being yelled at lingered until the store closed.

"Mel?" He asked as I locked the store front.

"Yeah?" I couldn't make eye contact.

"I'm sorry about being so harsh with you earlier. It was unwarranted." His voice seemed genuine.

"I take my business very serious Mel. I get passionate about it which makes us successful."

"Your business?" I inquired.

"Yes, that's my name on the sign out front." He smiled.

I was in shock. He really could have fired me.

"I'm sorry I closed the door sir." I said meekly.

"Sir now? I'm still Malcolm, so let's put this behind us won't we?"

That night I told Jake about the reaction and who my helper actually was. He didn't like the idea that he yelled at me or made me cry, but his hands were tied.

The next morning I opened up and walked to the back of the store to grab some new stock when the infamous knock appeared.

"You can't be serious Jake?" I scolded.

"What? We'll be quick. I need that little pussy of yours. You know that." He explained.

"Later!" I said closing the door.

I turned around and Malcolm was standing there. "Does your boyfriend pop by often?"

"He usually grabs our garbage for us." I responded wondering how much he heard.

"He forgot the garbage." He pointed at the two bags from the previous night.

"I didn't want you to get mad, so I told him no and I would do it later."

"Ah okay," he said. "So what was the part about needing your pussy?"

My jaw dropped and I was speechless.

"You don't fuck in my store do you?" He asked.

I prayed it was another rhetorical question but he stood waiting for a response. "Once we did." I blushed and a pit developed in my stomach.

"No more of that. Now get to work." He demanded.

The customer chime went off and I couldn't help but feel relieved as I rushed out.

Later in the afternoon he told me I would be working late after close and that we needed to have a meeting. I just smiled and carried on as the rock grew in my stomach.

I locked the store and Malcolm waited for me by the check out. I slowly made my way over finding ways to delay as long as possible by fixing the shoes.

"Let's get on with this Mel." He said. "I don't want to be all night."

"What would you about this situation if you were me Mel?" He starred in to my eyes.

"I don't know." Shrugging.

"Would you give yourself another chance or fire someone who does what you did?"

I just shrugged again. "I don't know what you want me to say. It won't happen again."

"Stand up!" he commanded.

I stood from the stool. Now I was eye level with him.

"Take your shirt off." He instructed.

"What? Uh" I stuttered frozen. Did I hear that right?

"I'm not going to ask you again Mel." His deep voice rose slightly. "Take it off or I will."

I unbuttoned my shirt disbelieving what I was doing.

"Faster Mel! I don't have all fucking day!" His scolding voice returned.

I put my shirt on the counter beside me. I stood there in my paisley skirt and my black push up bra.

"I tell you what I'm going to do Mel. You and I are going to have some fun. If you agree, I will not only let you keep your job, but you give you a raise and promotion to assistant manager." His big hand wrapped around mine. "Well?"

"What do you want to do?" I asked.

"You are a grown woman Mel. You know what I want." He smiled as his hand rubbed the front of his dress pants. "I want you to make me cum. I want it right her in the store. You can pretend I'm that little boyfriend of yours."

He stood up towering over me. "Get on your knees."

I kneeled, still disbelieving what I was doing. He fumbled with his zipper and slid it down.

"Reach in and grab my cock." He patted the bulge in his pants.

I reached up slipping my hand in the front of his pants. His cock was right there and he wasn't wearing underwear. I clumsily pulled at it trying to pull his cock out, but he was no help. He just watched from above.

His cock stiffened in my hand as I tried my best to spin it around so I could pull it out. The stiffening just made my job a lot harder. Finally I put both hands on him and pulled him free from his trousers.

His cock was semi erect as he stood there watching me. The skin was a dark ebony and covered part of his head. I stared in amazement at it. It was at least 8 inches long and it wasn't hard yet. My fingers barely touched when I squeezed his girth.

He undid his belt and stepped out of his pants. "Better?"

His nuts were the size of golf balls and hung low. I grabbed his shaft and squeezed it with both hands.

"Mmm, good girl." He moaned loudly. "Open that little white mouth of yours."

I opened my mouth and he flopped his cock in to it. My hands held him steady as I began to lick the head like a lollipop. Swirling my tongue around his rapidly swelling head.

"Suck it bitch!" I was shocked but began to suck him deeper.

His big hand grabbed a big handful of my hair. "Get your hands off it. I'm gonna fuck your mouth."

He began guiding my head and thrusting himself deeper in to my mouth. His cock pounded at my throat causing me to gag. His cock stiffened more with every gag. My eyes watered as he plunged himself in and out of my wet mouth.

"Mm, yes good girl. I'm gonna give you a big load of my nigger cum baby." His other hand grabbed a handful of hair and his thrust increased probing me deeper. His cock head pounded in to the opening of my throat. All my gasping for air and gagging did not stop his pace until his cock exploded.

His cum shot the back of my throat, some was swallowed and some blasted out the sides of my mouth and dripped on to my tits and bra. He slowly released his grip on my hair and pulled his cock from me.

"Mm, good girl. You will do so much better with practice baby." His hand caressed my hair. "I bet lots of customers want to have what I got Mel. That long red hair of yours and tight little body mm mm mm."

"I will see you tomorrow." He handed me my shirt.

Cleaning myself up in the washroom, I did my best to fix my makeup and splashed water on my puffy eyes. I gave up on all the cum that had landed on my tits and just rubbed it in. His load was huge and a big mess to clean up.

I spent the night thinking about Malcolm and surprised myself when I realized I was playing with my pussy. I couldn't help but wonder if he would fit in me or how it would feel. I was sure of one thing though, Malcolm would want more and I was open to it.

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