Story: Parting token Part 1

After a small ceremony on my last day in the company, I persuaded Kimberly to have a last drink at my favorite sports bar. Since I had already closed my next labor contract in another city, I knew this evening was the last opportunity. While Kimberly and I had had some joyful flirts at work, I would have never allowed myself to engage her. Never fuck the company. A one-night stand wouldn't have been any better. Though she could be my daughter, I wanted to try my luck at least, especially since the other circumstances were in my favor. She was known to be sexually open in general, but selective regarding her partners and preferences. As far as I understood even hot meat like her enjoyed to get some steam off once in a while. Few things compare to a good, old simple in-and-out fucking if you ask me.

Though Kimberly was one of the tiny, western women, her bust was quite to my liking, and she did care so much for her looks that I didn't see her differ that much from top models, and from pornstars not at all. Several times I had the time to delight in her smooth skin and her long hair she didn't use to bind. Her choice of clothes was professional but tempted me into fantasies about shoving up that short skirt of hers and pulling her breasts out or ripping off her entire suit, just to give her the rough fucking teasers like her deserved. They all came back when she smiled at me to bring out a toast to our future. We had quite a nice talk, drifted into flirting again, but I soon learned that it was just a petty game for her, maybe an appetizer for her to come off on her own at home, or seek out a younger fuck buddy. Fucking slut. She enjoyed being attractive, making herself desirable and reaching out to the men around her just far enough to leave them breathless and desperate. Fortunately, the world was full of hookers I could afford. Nevertheless, I would have spent thousands to teach this little bitch a lesson, no matter how much I liked her as a colleague and human being. I would never kill or mutilate her off course, just embarrass and put down, so she was going to be as accessible as a young breeder with her looks should be. You don't just walk around with a fresh, tasty cake, holding it under everyone's nose and then just keep it for yourself without any consequences. Someone is going to trip you up at the very least.

The Golf tournament had ended, and the TV streamed recent reports about the elections in three days, Trump versus Hillary. There should be a law against Ex-President's wives running for office. We are not in Russia, where couples just change seats. Surprisingly the topic did upset Kimberly. When I provoked her, she found the thought of Trump as President ridiculous and unbelievable. So I proposed a bet on the election results. Kimberly laughed when I suggested her forfeit: I wanted to fuck her. But she didn't reject it. Instead, Kimberly countered with my stake: I would accompany her on a full day shopping tour, paying everything of her choice, the only limit that of my credit card. Maybe she expected to reject that right on. But I took the bait: "Alright, but then your's is me fucking you in your ass until I cum. Deal?" I offered her my hand on the bet. She raised an eyebrow, taking some seconds to consider it seriously. The TV showed 90% to 10% for Hillary. Kimberly watched it the last time, then faced me, took my hand and said: "We have a bet.". She grinned all over her precious, round face. I didn't count on it either, but I was willing to go that far, and even extended my stay in the city. Three days later I called her, laughing on her costs on the phone. When I had calmed myself, we got serious about the time and place. Her spot, the very next day.

The next morning I took plenty of time to make myself fresh and ready, as good smelling and looking like a tall man of my age can be. I was punctual and even brought flowers, at least to entice a little smile over her misery. Kimberly knew me as a good, reliable person. She invited me in, and I told her: "Bet is bet, Kimberly. But I am a reasonable guy. If you want, Kimberly, I let you bail out for 10,000 Dollar." She rolled her eyes: "I don't have that much money.". I could have guessed. She was quite some levels apart from my salary class: "You are young and have a good job. Any bank will grant you such a loan in an instant." But she waved off: "That's true. But it would take me a lot of reservation time to pay it off. And you didn't make a bet for any money, right? Let's get it on and done." She twinkled. Yes, she was right. And so proud of her hot assets again. Maybe Kimberly was even grateful enough to give an old pal like me a small relief and sweet lifetime memory. Whatever was the case, she didn't need to tell me twice.

She went down on the floor and pulled down my pants and shorts at once: "Wow." She glared at my privates, while I didn't hesitate to free and grope her tits. "In Texas everything is big.", I said, and then villainously laughed to her annoyance. I noticed her gulp, probably when she estimated how much my member would rip open her back hole, and hurt. It wasn't the most important for me, but early in my life, I had noticed I was lucky enough to be very well equipped by nature. Sometimes it was a curse, but still, most guys were jealous about my length and circumference. "Please be gentle.", Kimberly begged. My dry reply was: "Not part of the deal, baby. I'll fuck your ass until I come." I deliberately chuckled and knew it was all on her costs. In these cases, I enjoyed my empathy. Feeling her misery aroused me, especially since what was going to happen. "Do you want to lube it up with your mouth? If it's up to me, I only spit once on your hole to make it work."

She rolled her eyes and started to suck it with a hands on it. I took her head with one hand and pushed her hand away from my shaft: "No hands or teeth, honey. Or you can turn over your ass immediately. Just open your mouth and look up." She did, and I took over control, pushing her lips right into my balls, and then holding her there, watching her struggle, gag, and protest with her eyes. "Confess, you want to work off some of the time I need to cum with your mouth, right? Smart girl." I moaned loudly. It was real. Her reaction told me I was right. So I pulled out, let her gasp three times, and went back right in with a good pace forth and back, always to the full tilt. It didn't take long to have thick saliva smear all over my cock and her chest. Filthy, as I love it. And I still continued. Thick tears ruined her make-up. She got a runny nose. I let her gulp several times while holding my prick in her head. An incredible sensation. I even choked her a bit with both hands, jerking off my shaft through her throat. Her eyes became red, and her ass started to wiggle in discomfort and pain.

I enjoyed the situations at its fullest, especially since I never bragged anybody about my physical abilities as well as about my cock size. It was one of the rare payouts when my fuck meat didn't know about my endurance. Not only do I complete regular cardio and short exercise cycles through all my muscles, but I also care about a helpful diet and some special pelvis base training. I still have a fat belly, but despite my age, I can still hold up a big wet towel with my stiff boner and can run for hours. And Kimberly would still have to discover another specialty of mine.

Run-down mascara marked her face. She had been face-fucked by me for an estimated half hour. Despite a couple of happy moans of mine, I was still relentless with my pace and endurance. Believe me; I had sympathy with her anticipation that I would cum soon so that it would be over for her. Kimberly was nearly broken down. If I would have wanted 10,000 Dollars from her now, I had just to go on until she yielded. Instead, I caught her wrists with my right hand and held them tight while my left hand pressed her face against me: "Want me to cum soon, Kimberly? A camera turned on while I fuck you would be a great help. You can delete the file afterward. Agreed?". You are right. I asked her in quite a situation, but the thing is, she nodded. So I let her throat go, threw her onto the floor and stripped her trousers. She didn't move very much on her own now but gasped big and loud.

Since my game had become helplessly exhausted, I wasn't in a hurry. I set up three cameras I had brought with me in interesting angles and started recording. When I pushed my cock in her tight ass against all resistance, she screamed. Kimberly came alive again. Her hands clawed into her cloth around her, and finally, she bit into her shirt to bear the pain. I didn't hold back anything, but I cared about her misery indeed, since it aroused me, while suppressed a little feeling of guilt. I knew her well enough from work and wished her all the best. But now she was my fuck meat, and nothing in the world would ruin the scene. I pounded her ass quite excessively, made me heavily breathe myself for a couple of minutes until I slowed down to keep it up for eternity. A smooth double marathon of my natural thrust machine into her crap hole. She must have cleaned it up in preparation, so we didn't ruin her floor. I enjoyed the shagging so much; her tits swinging back and forth; all the resistance of her hole; warm tightness embracing my cock; the humiliation of her beneath me; occasionally some of her muscles clenched. The red lights of the cameras were another sweet delight. And the best, it wasn't barely over yet.

Part 2