Pathetic Pity Fuck: Yes, Loser, I Concede

Sometimes you just have to give a loser the pathetic pity fuck he’s so desperate for

 

I’d like to start off by saying I’m not usually one to give in to a pathetic pity fuck.  I’m hot, obviously.  And I get a lot of male attention.  Certainly, when the cute guys are into me, I reciprocate.  What’s hotter that two really attractive people hooking up and fucking?  But I also have a lot of attention from… Well, let’s say it, losers.  And while I’m not all that interested in a pathetic pity fuck, sometimes I give in.  And the nerdy new intern at work just happened to be the lucky recipient.

He’s had a crush on me since the day he started.  It is beyond obvious.  To the point where everyone in the office talks about how he’s always trying to hide his boner when he’s around me.  He brings me a coffee every morning.  And compliments me on my outfit, even if it’s the same one I wore last week.  All while trying to put his hand over his crotch so I can’t see that his cock is hard.  He is utterly, pathetically in love with me.  I can just imagine him at home in his room, jerking off his tiny little cock, fantasizing about me.

So I gave in

It had been a long day at work.  We were all working on a big case, with deadlines looming.  I was exhausted from a late night booty call.   Of course, I got stuck working late in the office.  With, you guessed it, the loser intern.  While I watched him fumbling through files while trying to flirt with me, I conceded.  I mean, he probably hadn’t gotten laid in a while.  Maybe ever?  I could give into a pathetic pity fuck to take his virginity.  So, I started coming on to him.  I watched his face turn bright red when I leaned in front of him, letting him get a good look down my blouse at my cleavage, to grab a document on the table.  He tried to avert his eyes, but he couldn’t help himself.  Truth is, he had probably never seen such big tits in real life.

He took his glasses off and nervously wiped them off with his shirt.  I hopped up on the edge of the table, crossing my legs, making sure my skirt slid up.  Then I took my hand and ran my fingers through his hair, complimenting him on his new haircut.  He coughed nervously and turned an even darker shade of crimson.  I could see the bulge in his pants growing.

This loser needed a pathetic pity fuck

I stood up and started stripping my clothes off.  First, I unbuttoned my blouse and let it drop to the floor, and then unzipped my skirt.  Soon, I was standing in front of him in nothing but a black lace push-up bra and matching panties.  His eyes got wide.  I took his hand and placed it right on my big tit.  I could feel his clammy palm gently squeeze my breast.  Then he pulled his hand away.  And then tentatively put it back.  I couldn’t take it anymore.  It was time for his pathetic pity fuck.

I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him close.  Then I reached down and unzipped his pants, pulling his cock out.  Sure enough, it was as small as I imagined.  Even as hard as he was.  He stammered a bit, trying to apologize for its size.  But I didn’t have time for that.  I was giving this loser intern his pathetic pity fuck.  So I pushed him down on the table and climbed on top of him, slipping his tiny dick into my pussy.  I only had to bounce on it a few times before he called out that he was going to cum.  And I had to just believe him because I certainly couldn’t feel it.  Then I hopped off of him, pulled my panties up, and went back to work.

Don’t you think I did a good deed giving that loser the pathetic pity fuck he needed?

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