Gabi's Lust

The misfortune probably began much earlier, but Pico didn't realize it until, when the course was set. Old Mr. Kantor, who had been a friend of Auntie Lila, slowly withdrew from the banking business and left everything to his son, the young Dr. Kantor. The Kantor Private Bank was an efficient, well‐managed small bank where Pico had begun his banking apprenticeship at 17, after Aunt Lila had asked old Kantor for this favor. Pico, who of course witnessed Lila's changing love affairs firsthand, had learned from her to suppress his jealousy; she did the fucking for him. Kantor had promised to take care of her nephew and did, until his death. Pico had developed, under the watchful eye of the old banker, into an efficient, quiet employee, whose function in the bank was not quite clear to anyone. He was something like the old man's assistant and at the same time a kind of auditor. None of these functions corresponded to a clearly circumscribed banking career. However, he was a brilliant mental arithmetician and a cool, calculating realist, whom the old cantor knew how to use purposefully.

When the son took over the business, he asked Pico to come to his office one day and consulted with him on how to proceed. He made it clear that the Kantor Privatbank would have to evolve, and that the processes and structures of the family business to become a powerful financial services provider. Mr. Rizzi would certainly understand that, said Dr. Kantor, but the next generation of employees would all be professional bankers, most of them academically educated, and they would have to come up with something new for him, Pico Rizzi. Pico nodded dazedly and waited. He knew precisely what Young Kantor would say.

He had never worked in the counter business anyway, said Dr. Kantor, who was leafing through the documents, but to his father had always been known for his precision, his reliability and his sense of good or bad deals, but also praised his cautious way of evaluating things realistically. His father had always thought highly of him, even though he had not finished school, as Dr. Kantor regrettably noted. Here, Dr. Kantor said looking up, a note in the file, according to which Pico's perceptive assessment of the loan application of the Pulkauer Pulvermühle (which soon afterwards went went bankrupt) had saved the bank from a great loss. Dr. Kantor read aloud from his father's note. The point of view, which apparently only Pico had. The reasons that weeks later came true. The presumed amount of loss that Pico had saved the bank. The bonus that Pico received in addition to the balance sheet money. Dr. Kantor paused and looked up.

"You have worked faithfully and honestly for our bank all your life, Mr. Rizzi, and it is not my place to unfairly eliminate you shortly before retirement. However, the fact that I have to adjust the employee structure to the changed economic circumstances, I'm sure you understand." Dr. Kantor paused and and tried to hide the fact that he did not feel very comfortable in his own skin. Pico thought about the fact that he had known young Kantor since he was born and that they had only known each other. He nodded as if he understood everything and waited further.

"My suggestion is that by the end of the year you should be fully engaged in reorganizing our filing system, to set up our new archive. At the end of the year, I will accept you as a pro forma member of the Board of Directors on full pay — I am sure this will be a very fair solution until you take your well‐deserved retirement." Dr. Kantor looked at him and waited. Pico was still frozen, but realized he had to say something.

"Yes, doctor," Pico said, clearing his throat, "this is really very generous of you, thank you! I have already prepared a proposal for Mr. Herzog from the accounting department a proposal for how the new filing system might look like" — Dr. Kantor nodded — "and I would like to put that into practice. I just need someone in addition, because for one alone it is plenty of work." Pico was silent, the blood rushed in his ears. He was quite dazed and thought casually, so that's how it ends here.

Dr. Kantor did not let on his delight that it had gone so smoothly and without discussion and was busily leafing through his his documents. He was still quite young and wanted to celebrate his success in getting rid of old Rizzi as easily as possible by talking unnecessarily. Not jeopardize it by unnecessary talk — it was best that he should finalized the matter as quickly as he could. After he had long leafing, he pulled out a sheet. "Mrs. Knizek," said Dr. Kantor, stretching and brooding, "the Knizek would be disposable — do you think it would go with her?" Fat Gabi, thought Pico, nodding with a sigh, for she was very simple‐minded and generally considered not very bright.

"Yes, doctor, thank you," said Pico obsequiously, and waited until Dr. Kantor had made a little handwritten note. Dr. Kantor stood up and shook Pico's hand. "Well, good luck with your new assignment, Mr. Rizzi!" Dr. Kantor said with false cordiality and escorted him to the door. Pico stood motionless in the hallway for a few more seconds after the door closed behind him. The end of my work, he thought wistfully, I have never thought about what it would be like when it ended until now. So there you go.

Pico then went to Herzog and told him the result.

Pico had always been taciturn at the bank, never joining in on general gossip and seemed to most of his colleagues like a silent recluse hermit. He made friends with no one. With no one, except except for fat Gabi, with whom he was now beginning to set up and with whom he now began to set up and put away the archive. He did not need to be a clairvoyant to guess that she was the old man's latest miscast and that she was not last very long with the young doctor. He filled all the positions with dynamic and bank‐educated young people. Gabi was neither one nor the the other. She sweated terribly behind her thick glasses, when Pico explained the task to her, because she was not very quick in thinking. On the other hand, she was cordial and very helpful, which impressed him very much, because he did not care for other people.

We are both miscasts of the old man, thought Pico. A hermit without a high school diploma, who was only in the Bank, because the old man had promised Lila; secretly the old man's admission that Lila had been too willing for him. But Gabi? Had she also been too much for the old man's liking? Had he hired her because of that? Pico squirmed at this uncomfortable thought.

The work went on well, and the archive, when he handed it over after it was finished, was and clear as the Prussian state library. Gabi admired him for the way he could, with just a few words, explain the next steps and then work silently for hours. Secretly, she adored him, she, the jilted twenty‐five‐year‐old who had become pregnant and unhappy at 17. — The excess weight had remained after the birth of her child, but Pico didn't even know what the child's name was or whether it was a boy or a girl. Gabi told him that she has given her child to adoption but he had forgotten it after 5 seconds. He did his work and looked neither to the left nor to the right. At the beginning of July, it became oppressively humid, and Gabi was sweating terribly under her blouse. "You can put on wear something lighter," Pico said, looking up. "You're sweating yourself to death!" That was one of the longest sentences he uttered at work.

Fat Gabi had only understood half of it, turned hot red in the face and worked on, lifting a heavy cardboard box and stacking it on the shelf. "Do you mean really?" she asked after a while, and Pico, who had his mind was somewhere else, didn't know what she meant at first. He nodded vaguely and thrust his chin forward, as he always did when he waited indecisively and fatalistically to see what was in store for him. Gabi interpreted that as a yes, sweated even more and became even redder, then she resolutely unbuttoned her blouse, slipped it over her shoulders and then and awkwardly unfastened her brassiere. The breasts sank down like heavy melons, and to Pico's astonishment her nipples were a very light pink. Gabi blinked excitedly because he was staring at her breasts with impertinent directness.

Seconds, long seconds she remained motionless, then slipped the blouse back on and buttoned it up. "Thank you," Gabi said, holding up the brassiere before putting it aside. Then she turned back to the shelf. They continued their work in silence until she tiptoed over and tried to file a box quite high up. Pico stepped behind her and helped her push the heavy box into the shelf. When it had succeeded, she leaned back with a sigh and touched Pico. His arm slid across the shelf and touched her shoulders. He heard her sigh again, he let his hands slide from her shoulders to her upper arms until they lightly touched Gabi's breasts on the side. Although he couldn't see her face, he thought he thought he saw her close her eyes. Heavy and surrendered, she leaned against him.

A switch went "Click!" in Pico's head, and he gingerly turned her around and looked at her. She had blushed deeply and kept her eyes closed; behind the thick glasses, her blond eyelashes appeared oversized. Spotty blushes stretched flamingly across her neck to the base of her breast. He put his arm around her waist and pressed her gently; now he could feel her willingness, as clearly as if she had said it aloud. He gently stroked her back and upper arms, her hips, and felt his way forward. Slowly he pushed up her light summer skirt, touched her sweaty thighs.

Gabi took another deep breath, then leaned against the stack of boxes. Pico slowly pulled up the hem of the dress, felt for the elastic of her underpants; then he paused. After a second of waiting, she decisively reached for it herself and quickly took off her panties. Only for a second she opened her eyes and looked at him; then she closed her eyes again and supported herself backwards with both arms. Pico pushed her skirt up to her navel.

He palpated her feisty buttocks, the flabby flesh and the blonde ripples between her thick thighs. With a gentle hand he massaged her labia, feeling power and pleasure as he looked at her closed eyelids, under which the eyeballs vibrated slightly and twitched when he touched the clit. He stroked her until her labia swelled red like bulging sacks. Underneath her sweaty blouse, the pointing teats were clearly visible, her lips were soft and moist. Pico nibbled at his fly and brought the Impatient into position. She angled one leg to meet him as he slowly approached, searching for the crevice in the ripples and quickly slid his companion into her vagina. She sucked in the air so deeply that Pico was almost frightened.

Although he made only very slow movements, Pico felt that his cock was stiff to the burst. Every time he entered her deeply, she sighed. Her womb milked him smackingly and demandingly, she thrust faster and faster, so that he began to squirt much too soon. He closed his eyes and pumped everything into her, letting his cock be rolled through by her vaginal muscles. She didn't notice that he was squirting and continued to thrust against him, but all at once her eyes snapped open as she realized that his cock had gone soft. "Did you, have you," she asked, gasping, "have you cum yet?" Pico felt uncomfortable and nodded.

"You just squirted into me, you don't do that!" muttered the simple‐minded Gabi plaintively and looked at him from below, without making the slightest the slightest effort to remove the dangerous syringe from herself. "I could get pregnant!" Then she paused and looked at him unblinkingly, slowly her eyes filled with tears. Then she thought for a long time, calculated and said, "Oh, I don't think so, today is not a risky day."

He stood in front of Gabi in a completely ridiculous position, his soft cock still poking inside her, and he felt her vaginal muscles moving again. Disappointed, she said, "Oh!" and began to wiggling her ass again, "I don't want to stop yet!" But Pico could take no more and looked her silently. "Do it again, fuck really hard!" Gabi pushed and shoved and wiggled, feeling a bit of the half‐soft cock, but it wasn't the same. Energetically she held his hips and rubbed rhythmically against him, he felt his tired cock slide softly back and forth in her vagina. Gabi rubbed and chafed against him, but it was actually over, though she didn't accept it and didn't let up.

Gabi stopped after a while, and agonizingly slowly his cock slid out, dangling down wetly. "I want one more time", she bleated plaintively, looking down at his cock, "I wantit one more time, really long and hard, or I won't cum!" He hunched his shoulders regretfully and dropped her again.

"Oh, maybe we can do it again later" Gabi said, but Pico shook his head.

"I'm too old for that," he said coldly, not looking at her.

Thick Gabi had really had a lot of bad luck in life. She had never been pretty enough to seduce the men who took her fancy; at the age of 17, she had been quickly and hastily seduced behind the beer tent of a firefighter's, hastily deflowered by her drunken companion. It was the first and only time she had fucked before she became pregnant. When she realized that she was pregnant, she went to see the man, but he acted as if they had never fucked and and chased her away. She was alone with her child and ate the pain inside. Desperate, she fucked anyone in the neighborhood she could get around, and there were a lot of them, but mostly it was just a quick, hasty fuck that didn't satisfy her. After a long search she found work at the bank.

She had applied for the job, although with her education it was completely hopeless. Her luck was that the old man, Kantor, on that day was love‐struck and stared the whole time only under the skirt. Gabi was completely confused and taken by surprise when he abruptly became clear and surrendered childlike‐submissive. Bravely she took off her panties and lay on her stomach over the coffee table. The old man flipped up her skirt and squirted even at the penetration. Over the next few weeks, he called her into the boss's office a few more times and fucked her as best he could. When it didn't work at all anymore, she had to give him a blowjob. but she didn't like that very much because he squirted in her mouth. When she told him, he made her kneel upside down and kneel down and touched her naked, fleshy ass. She was not allowed to not to turn around while he jerked off and let the heavy, tired drops onto her ass cheeks; but even that soon stopped completely.

After that she was very lonely and flirted unsuccessfully with one or another young banker, had made it in her fantasies already thousand times with this or that but no one paid any attention to her. It became more and more difficult to catch a guy for a quick fuck. She stayed alone on the sofa with her longing, masturbating for hours at night in front of borrowed porn movies... trying to fantasize herself into the lying stories. Soon she began to believe more and more that all the things shown there were happening in real life. She had been in love with Pico Pico from the first day, but that he was a lame old man and not one of the young, vigorous porn actors, she didn't think about that at all.

Gabi, simple‐minded Gabi, had tears in her eyes again and let herself fall backwards. In the porn movies it was also in such a way that it immediately went on again! She spread her thick thighs as wide as she could and pulled him to her by the arm. "I want to be fucked hard!" she said stubbornly and grabbed his his soft cock, trying to stuff it between the swollen labia into her vagina. Pico was perplexed and tired, his hand felt its way over her thighs.

"I can do it to you with my fingers, it's the same thing" murmured Pico languidly and felt his way between the thick bulges, then he rubbed her clit. Immediately Gabi sat up and pushed his hand energetically away. "No, don't! That's not the same thing! With a man I want to fuck!" she ruled him firmly and Pico pulled his shoulders in. No, he didn't like that word, it was not nice, it did not suit him at all. Gabi had very clear distinctions in her imagination; as foreplay, yes, he was allowed to touch her, that wasn't masturbation, it was the increase of anticipation. Masturbating was something one did only secretly, alone and with the feeling of doing something forbidden.

Pico was tired and worn out, it seemed to him that he was expressing himself in a ridiculous way to expose himself to her. Determined, he tucked his cock away and pulled the zipper vigorously. He was annoyed that she didn't let him do it, that she was denying him her orgasm, although he felt he had a certain right to it. He was annoyed, especially because he could not do it a second time. Took it upon himself to remember being annoyed — something that Pico had always been good at: remembering to be angry remember, if he had to, even for years. Pointless and unproductive, but he did it. It was his decision, and it built himself up. His power to maintain anger.

They continued to work silently for some time, they continued to talk and he made another attempt, although she certainly would not have refused, on the contrary. But his annoyance was his own. Gabi soon tried to animate him again, wore a bra only rarely and swayed her breasts under the translucent blouse in front of his eyes, sometimes even letting her skirt fly to tease him; indeed, for a time she wore no underpants underneath, so that he inevitably had to see everything when he looked up at her on the ladder, for example. Pico did not long persist in his annoyance, and touched her again; shrewd by the first time he allowed himself much Time for the foreplay. Gabi, who never let herself be touched after being fucked let herself be touched, however, obviously enjoyed his foreplay and Pico regularly brought her to the brink of orgasm, before he penetrated her. In response to her tentative question whether he didn't want to do anything for contraception, he had only growled discontentedly to himself, so that Gabi only gave herself to him when she thought she was having a good period. More and more often she protested against being masturbated by him during foreplay. Instead of being content with that, she soon and quickly pulled him on top of her instead of letting him do the timing. Pico also became annoyed as time went by, as his rash squirting increased again.

He did not like the situation; these secretly, silently and hastily in an archive room amidst stacked boxes and half‐filled shelves were rather daunting. Whatever, his journeyman didn't play along and either didn't squirt at all or did so after a few seconds. He fucked with her in a strange mixture of excitement and annoyance; never before had his cock let him down so regularly and thoroughly. Gabi was disappointed every time, until he switched to to bring her to climax with his fingers already during foreplay and only squirt during her orgasm. Although she always wanted to end the foreplay earlier and fuck, Pico skillfully brought her past the point of no return. There was no turning back. She went soft and forgot all her resolutions; she sighed because it felt so good and because he could do it so well. Like she squirmed back and forth, her thick thighs twitching convulsively while she clawed her breasts with both hands and rubbed the nipples. He would surely have ended all this long ago, had him not been fascinated by the game for Gabi's orgasm. She was just feverishly more to the fucking and pushed her abdomen forward in greedy horniness; the approaching orgasm swept her brain empty and all inhibitions aside. Pico found it wonderful to deliberately hesitating until she greedily reached down and triggered the orgasm herself to penetrate the defenseless at that moment and squirt to her heart's content.

During the winter their escapades became less and less frequent, they worked silently and doggedly side by side and fucked only once a day. Pico had told her of his infertality and they could fuck every day. Sometimes did she still lean brusquely against him in the afternoon and seduced him with this gesture to a quick masturbation orgasm and a fuck during her second orgasm.

After they finished the new archive he visited her sometimes in the evening after his retirement to have fun with her. He watched her masturbate the whole night until she gave up, exhausted and a painfully red swollen clit.

The thing slowly fell asleep.

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