David Cums to Life, Part I of III

**D**avid knew Lilianna Ortega and her friend had coffee together roughly every Tuesday at 8:30 AM at Graziano’s. Through Graziano’s IG page he was able to find Lilianna’s IG, which she had left on public but didn’t post all that often. She had three kids. Whatever, he thought. Only one post with her husband, which made sense because he was definitely not a looker. Why was she with him? Money? Security?

One picture on Lilianna’s IG fashioned her in an slim off-the-shoulder marigold spring dress, laughing at what must’ve been the funniest joke she’d ever heard at some dumb fancy brunch party. Every now and then David would take an extra long afternoon break, go into the 4th floor bathroom and jerk his veiny member until he completed into some symmetrically folded toilet paper. He thought about fucking Lilianna in that marigold dress at that party:

*She would be laughing it up, and throw a glance over to David. David would swagger over to her, flippantly pushing a few blue polo-shirt douchebags and a waiter who were in his way. Her eyes, low and seductive, would meet his once he was several paces away, whereupon he’d take her hand with a faux gentlemanly flourish and lead her into the women’s lounge. Without her knowing his name or even any more eye contact , he’d kick open a stall door, push her in and bend her over. His belt and trousers would drop to the ground, his bare backside only slightly covered by his white dress shirt. He’d flip up that marigold dress, administer a red handprint on her ass and rip down her skimpy purple g-string with both hands. She’d be fixated back at him, both of her hands plastered on the cold subway tiling as he pushed his plump throbbing lengthy cock inside that tight soaking pussy. Three minutes was all he needed, grasping her fleshy hips and pounding his girth into her worth until they collectively cummed with eachother, his milky lifeforce dripping from her gash and pooling on the floor. She’d be grinning, heaving, perspiring for more, but he’d bolt out of the entire party right then and there, without saying a word to anyone.*

But yet, here was David, stained backwards Dodgers hat, white tee, grey sweats and all-black hi-top Chucks, nervously standing in the queue at a gourmet coffee shop that he probably shouldn’t have been a patron at. Starbucks was cheaper. But Lilianna was better than that, so David was too.

And there she was, Lilianna, with her friend, at a corner table sipping on lattes in ceramic mugs. David slowly gained in the line, surreptitiously glancing at Lilianna every few seconds. Three people in front of him. He was going to be late for work again. He hadn’t even dressed yet.

Lilianna was clearly going to work out right after coffee. Her lush black hair had to have smelled of a day spa, and her makeup applied impeccably; long lashes, subtle mascara. Tight, stretchy expensive athletic wear clung to her entire body with the exception of her forearms and midsection, both unblemished and olive tanned. David could get the faintest glimpse of the open back of her chair, imagining that instead of the wooden seat she sat on it was his face, her yoga pants ripped only at the bottom seam, and his tongue perked up to repeatedly dagger her impossibly perfect, puckered, bleached asshole.

Of course, Lilianna had no idea who David was. But David didn’t want to keep whacking off in some men’s stall at some dusty midtown insurance office. Or lay in bed with both hands and stroke his uncomfortably engorged dong with oil for hours, imagining her gargling his low hanging, heavy nutsack drenched in bubbly spit and jizz. He’d had it.

“I’m gonna fuck the shit outta her … today.”

To be continued.

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