Pity Pussy

Thirty years ago, I drove a female coworker to work and home after work while her car was in the shop, for about two weeks. I was pretty pathetic at that time, always bitching and moaning about my girlfriend breaking up with me several months earlier, and how I couldn’t find a girl to go out with me and so on. This was all I talked about morning, noon, and night. People would actively avoid me in the break room so they didn’t get roped into a conversation about my shitty luck with women. Anyway, one afternoon, she really took one for the team and as I was dropping her off, she told me to come inside with her. Once inside, I stood there while she checked her messages (yes this was a long time ago), went to the bathroom, and did a few other things around the house. I finally asked her why she wanted me to come inside. She said because she was going to fuck me, so get undressed, the bedroom is the first room on the right down the hall. She let me do anything I wanted to her which was eat her pussy (it was so sweet and juicy), she gave me head (I blew my not huge), and she let me fuck her cowgirl (so she could cum), doggy, and then finally missionary (so I had a better chance of blowing a final load, which I did). After, she made us dinner, and told me this was a one time deal, not to fall in love, and get over my past. It worked. And she was made president of our company. Ok, that last part didn’t happen but the pity pussy was definitely the prescription I needed (and she would know since she was a pharmacy tech).

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