1. Community Involvement Ch. 11


    Date: 11/9/2014, Categories: MILF, Author: Phoenix181, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    slut…apart from the times you choose to be…how can you be a slut? How can you ask such a question? It’s not as if you go around asking, ‘can you fuck me, I need a big cock!’” “I would never do that!” She exclaimed. “I don’t like big cocks anyway…well, not like some of the huge things you see in porn movies.” She laughed in a shy way at her admission. I urged her to go on. “I like average sized penises…yours is rather nice. Not that I have sex with a lot of guys either.” She added quickly. “Sure, I have had my share but not excessively.” “Only nice?” I chided her playfully, ignoring the last part of her response, not out of disrespect, I just did not think it needed any additional commentary. “It’s adequate.” She replied cheekily. “If a guy can not get ball deep inside a woman what the good is it having extra cock length? I mean, they can’t even bang away for all they’re worth lest they hurt the pour girl. Nah, give me an average length any day. Although a thick one like you have does fill the spot very well, I will concede.” “I’m glad I meet your standard in some fashion.” We both laughed. “You do!” She smiled demurely and sipped her coffee again. “Now, to Abby, before all this sexy talk gets us diverted.” “ Ohhh , okay.” I said, exhaling deeply to cover my disappointment at not continuing with the sexy stuff. I crossed my legs to cover the rise in my crotch and started from the beginning. I explained about my work-life and experience, about the number of redundancies ...
    which led to the topic of Abby. As I spoke Clare leaned forward occasionally, her pendulous breasts swinging free just above the line of her desk. “My face is up here.” She pointed upward from the desk, directing my line of sight higher away from her tits. Blushing slightly, I continued my diatribe concerning the morning meeting with Abby and its outcome. As I related my tale, I could feel the full weight of the emotion and frustration of the last six months welling up in my throat. As I spoke, I repeatedly had to swallow to keep the growing lump in my throat at bay; my eyes even started to mist, which made it all the more difficult to continue without breaking down. I had dropped my gaze to the floor for a long period as I told Clare about my rant and the reaction of the cafe owner and the patrons present and so I had not realised she had moved. Clare, knelt beside me and tenderly encircled my shoulders as I spoke. Gently, she pulled my head to her shoulder as I finished. “Your in a safe and caring environment now, Ray.” She whispered, softly stroking my back. “And guess what…you passed. A high distinction to boot.” I smiled weakly and nodded. I bit my lip but could not stop my body from trembling. The well of my emotions swelled and, despite trying to hold it, I broke into long low sobs. My body ached with the pain of constant employment rejection and my facade of being confident and somewhat care-free fell apart at the sound of her voice and the caress of her hands. For long ...
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