All characters in this story are of legal age.
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It had taken almost two months to recover from the home invasion and all things considered David was doing pretty well. He had graduated from a temp job to an administrative position in the office of a local college and had secured a second part time job managing an Arby's three nights a week. Laying on the floor of his single apartment after being punched in the gut had provided a sort of clarion call to the pudgy transplant from the Midwest who'd turned things around. He was still single and a little gun shy after the incident with the Latina street tough affectionately known as "Cheekz" maintaining a rising collection of internet porn to take the edge off on lonely nights.
He sat at the table in his kitchenette taking matters into his own hands as he watched some ethnic themed porn on his laptop. An unfortunate side effect of the incident had left him with a definitive taste for Latin women. He couldn't explain it as he scrolled through an epic number of downloaded videos featuring thick or chubby ethnic looking models. David couldn't get into the plastic looking stick thin performers with bolted on tits preferring to spend hours on the net looking for just the right scene to get off on. Tonight he happened to be looking at cam footage of a particularly chubby local girl as she squatted on a rather large black dildo bouncing to her heart's content.
He finished in five minutes no less with the use of his trusty flesh light and quickly closed the laptop to abate the shame he felt for having to masturbate. Girls; women were a foreign language to him and he'd given up as of late. Still he wished he'd been able to finish up with Cheekz and the uncompleted tryst left him cold and sullen with a twist of misogyny mixed in for good measure. He had vowed never to let his guard down again limiting himself to two default friends he'd made at work. David packed up his laptop placing it on the floor of his closet else he'd be inclined to look up more J.O. Material. Porn was becoming somewhat of a habit and a few internet articles he'd read had him worried that he was becoming an addict. David had been scheduled to open the restaurant so he had to meet up with one other employee assigned to the opening shift. Her name was Maricela and they'd never met before due to conflicting shifts but he'd been told that she was something of a troublemaker.
Reportedly the franchise owner felt sorry for her because she had a small child, but she still remained habitually late and sullen. Whenever he'd heard about this Maricela it always seemed as if no one much cared for her company. There were rumors that she was doing some "favors" but nothing have ever been proven. His mind drifted off as he stared up at the cracked paint on his ceiling watching it morph into a very familiar pair of huge cinnamon tipped breasts. There was no way he would ever forget the sight of his cock wedged in-between them pumping away as he coated them with his jizz. She'd been full of milk squirting her precious moisture all over his pudgy belly while the pungent smell of her sex filled the four walls that made up his apartment. More than once he'd chided himself for failing to just shove it inside her and fuck that bitch stupid before common sense prevailed. Five minutes later, the nagging visions were responsible for soiling his sheets and underwear but he was too exhausted to care. Sleep invaded and took him easily.
David awoke to heavy rain beating on his window and found it a bit of a chore getting out of bed at four in the morning. He was running late and only had time for a Spartan go at washing before hitting the wet streets in a yellow poncho he secured from a local 99 cent store. He trudged through the ever increasing rainfall three blocks to the partially lit restaurant. He could see a car pulling off from the drive through window as he fished his keys from his pocket. He was looking forward to meeting the young troubled mother who'd been the subject of most of the workplace gossip he'd heard lately. A pot of coffee was brewing on a hot plate in the small break room as he hung up his poncho and some Spanish music was playing on the P.A. System. That was against company policy but he figured he let it slide so early in the morning.
"Oh shit; fuck me man." David opened the bathroom door intent on reliving himself when he discovered a teen sitting on the toilet obviously shocked at the intrusion. He was rail thin and wearing an oversized white t-shirt.
The kid was getting head from Maricela as David found himself staring down at the back of her bobbing head and noticing the long thick braid that extended to her mid-back. The rest of her brunette shock of hair was hidden under the company ball cap employees were required to wear on duty. She didn't seem to want to stop even though her male suitor was tapping her on the head and frantically trying to zip up.
"HEY JUST WAIT YOUR TURN MOTHERFUCKER!!" She barked in a surprisingly familiar voice.
"Cheekz?"
She slowly craned her head upward at the pudgy mark she'd played not so long ago as a look of horror encroached on her exotic features. It was the look of someone trapped like a rat, wide eyed and bushy tailed in the headlights of a patrol car more or less. Despite himself he couldn't help but briefly notice her pendulous breasts partially exposed from her unzipped work top. He had no doubt that the young punk had made good use of her jugs mashing them around his prick.
"FUCK I'M OUT OF HERE BIATCH!!" The thin teen proved to be extraordinarily nimble jumping over her and shoving me out of his way as he bolted from the back door of the restaurant.
"YOU OWE ME A NICKEL BAG CABRON!!" Maricela a.k.a Cheekz yelled after him as she stuffed an errant boob back inside her uniform top. She flashed a toothy, angry looking grimace at me appearing to size me up before she spoke.
"So you're the fucking manger eh?" She continued fumbling with her top anxiously jerking at the material trying her best to push a bare tit into its bra cup. David stared at her wide eyed and incredulous at the sudden turn of events. Even if he were to reply nothing would have come out of his mouth due to the mind blowing surprise of finding her nearer than he would have thought.
"You gonna tell Rob aint you; get your fucking revenge just because I didn't wanna fuck you bareback eh?" He slowly and reluctantly shook his head even as he popped serious wood at the sight of her rebellious cleavage peering out from a space between the zipper on the front of her shirt. Apparently she'd zipped up damaging the metal closure on the rayon material and was left with a window that put her charms on display.
"SO YOU JUST GOING TO PUT ME OUT OF WORK KNOWING THAT I HAVE A KID TO TAKE CARE OF EH' CABRON?!!" Maricela was close to exploding and it appeared that she might even attack her doughy supervisor when she noticed the trajectory of his gaze.
"THEY'RE CALLED TITTIES ASSHOLE; TAKE A FUCKING LOOK!!" She lunged at him scaring the middle aged dough boy ripping her top apart like Hulk Hogan exposing her deep sweaty looking cleavage.
"HELP YOURSELF BLANCO!!" She pulled his hands up to her breasts with a primal scream that frightened him. David's fingers automatically dipped into the cups of her cheap bra freeing her pendulous mams and revealing her huge cookie sized areola replete with thick erect nipples. The mid-western hick lost control of himself kneading and groping her breasts in a manner which would make think her boobs functioned independently of her body. He could see the milk forming on the surface of her rubbery looking nipples and gave her soft breasts a hard enough squeeze to get a quick squirt of milk to his face.
"FUCK OFF ME!!" She slapped both of his hands off of her breasts and gave him a violent shove in his undeveloped chest. His attention had been painful and she couldn't stand it any longer shoving her tits back into her work top. He could tell by the look on her face that she was truly disgusted by him and he momentarily regretted his actions.
