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Breaking Monica Ch. 01 free porn video
Another work of fiction and fantasy.
All similarities to anyone throughout history are pure coincidence.
As always, we are all adults here.
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The Bank and Trust. A small town place where small town people did small town banking business. Things moved a bit slower than the big city. Same people every day. Same business every week. Same old same old. And that was just how Monica liked it. She had moved here last year from another small town just like this one. And found the pace was the same. Slow and easy. Just like the song.
A small town girl, naive to the workings of big city life, Monica had always been shy and demure. Dainty, slim, with short brown hair, the same brown shaded eyes, and very conservative. She easily found a job at the bank, as it was the same job she had in her previous small town life. Small bank, small town, small attitude. A teller, she worked side by side with Ingrid, an older lady who was also quite conservative. So at her small job, and her small apartment, Monica had settled in and was content.
Then things changed. The bank had only four employees. Monica, Ingrid, the bank manager Mr. Tim Jones, and a loan officer that mostly worked from home. So much that Monica didn’t even know his name. But that wasn’t what changed. Ingrid was leaving. The older lady was at the end of her working years and her husband had retired already. Now it was Ingrid who was retiring. They had plans to travel the country in a nice RV and it was just time to go.
So after a small farewell, with a small cake and some almost tearful goodbyes, Monica became the only bank teller. That lasted a week. Then Jenna came into the picture. Jenna from the big city. Jenna with her blonde hair. Jenna with her short skirts. Jenna in heels.
Monica was always dressed professionally, if a bit modest. Slacks, flats, sweaters. You couldn’t guess under her frumpy clothes she actually had a fit body. Not fitness fit but perky and petite. Her boobs just a bit more than a handful but well camouflaged under her less than sexy tops and blouses.
So she raised an eyebrow when Jenna came in for a job interview. While Monica was in her late twenties, Jenna looked fresh out of high school. And she dressed the part of the trendy young city girl. Hardly what Monica would’ve chosen to wear for a job interview, Jenna came in wearing a pleated white miniskirt, tight pink sleeveless blouse, and shiny pink high heels. Very chic, if a tad bimbo. Nevermind the pink rimmed glasses. They made Jenna look less smart girl and more bimbo.
While Monica did her bank teller work, Jenna went into the office with Tim Jones and behind closed doors, had her interview. Monica didn’t want to think about what went on, her conservative mind reeling in horror at the thought. Even though for all she knew, it was completely innocent.
Jenna interviews for the job.
Jen took the seat in front of Mr. Jones’ desk. The oak furniture and wood trim in the office very professional and very clean. Her seat, a padded plush chair that was comfortable yet business like. Mr. Jones looking over her application and resume, before appraising the girl before him.
‘So Miss, it seems your credentials are in order if a bit short of experience,’ Mr. Jones told Jenna as he looked over her less than professional clothes. ‘What brings you to our small town then?’ he asked. Somewhat curious but at the same time, wondering if Jenna was wearing a bra.
‘Well Sir, I wanted to try small town life for a bit. I wanted to see if it was as serene and relaxing as people say it is,’ Jenna answered. But the truth was far different.
Jenna had, in the big city, landed herself in a spot of trouble. She had a bit of a gambling problem, which was telling in itself as she was so young yet. A few badly placed wagers and a few shady loans from less than credible people, and suddenly Jenna was in it for ten grand. That is, ten thousand. Of course she had not nearly anything like as much money saved up, so rather than try and settle up somehow, Jenna had left town. Left town rather abruptly. So it was that she was sort of, hiding out, as it were.
But Mr. Tim Jones didn’t need to know all of that. When asked, Jenna had her well rehearsed answer even down to the straight face. So as he walked around to her side of his oak desk and leaned back against it, Jenna glanced at his bulge, and knew she as much as had the job. Just one or two things to do first. It was obvious to her what those things would be, as Mr. Jones looked down at Jenna with a smile. Jenna crossed her long legs in heels and smiled up at him.
‘So Mr. Jones, do I have the job?’ Jenna asked coyly as Tim stood and looked down her top with a grin. Her pink top had been unbuttoned a little when she arrived, and as he watched she idly used her long pink nails to flick at another button. Or two. Deftly opening her top even more. Tim Jones was rewarded now with the fact that Jenna was indeed wearing a bra.
‘Well Jen, it depends,’ Tim said with a grin. ‘Would you be willing to…put out…the extra effort needed to be the head teller here?’ he asked. The emphasis on the word head.
Jenna knew this could go one of two ways. He was being obvious in his sexual harassment, and Jenna knew that would set the tone forevermore. If she allowed it. So with a smile, she unbuttoned her blouse all the way. Opened it to his leering eyes. She smiled up at him and reached up to place her hand on his bulge. Merely nodding yes to his questions.
‘Get them out,’ Tim told her. His eyes looking down at her bosom. Jenna pulled the cups of her bra down, exposing her big pale tits to him. Then she reached up and unzipped his trousers. With a smile of course.
Jenna was no stranger to strange cock, so it was no strange thing to fish a strange cock from a stranger’s trousers and taste the strange new flavor. And that’s just what she did. Wrapping her glossy pink lips around Tim’s shaft and slowly sucking down to the base. Then back up again, pulling off with a slurping pop.
Stroking his now wet shaft and looking up at Tim with her blue eyes, Jenna again asked,’So do I have the job Mr. Jones?’
His reply was to hold the back of her head and pull it back down on his cock. Her head started bobbing on him, as he enjoyed her warm wet mouth and took in the view of her lovely big tits. It didn’t take long until Jenna had a mouth full of cream, her hand cupping his balls and gently massaging them. As she swallowed like a good girl, and wiped her chin, he congratulated her on her new job as the head teller. With a smile she accepted the position. On her way out, Jenna smiled at Monica and told her, ‘See you on Monday.’
Monica only looked at her, seeing through the open door, Mr. Jones zipping up his trousers and wiping his brow.
Jenna and Monica had worked together for almost a month now. Not close friends but working side by side had made them acquainted fairly well. While Monica was a short, mousy brunette, Jenna was quite a bit more outspoken. Tall, blonde, and busty, Jenna always dressed almost, well actually more than almost, inappropriately for work. Once a week at the least, Jenna had a meeting with Mr. Jones, the bank manager, to discuss head teller business. This usually consisted of going over the numbers, making a plan for the following week, and ending with Jenna sucking off Mr. Jones under his desk. Occasionally, when the bank had a particularly good week, he would fuck Jenna as she stretched out over his desk on her back.
Monica had some inkling of the things going on in that office every week, but was far too shy and quiet to say anything. Keeping to herself and only politely talking to Jenna when she needed to. It wasn’t enough she suspected Jenna of fucking the boss, but Jen made a show of flirting with every halfway good looking guy that walked into the bank. Of course Jenna thought of herself as just a friendly girl, th
ough to Monica she was a whore.
That didn’t stop Jenna from trying to be friends. She thought Monica was cute, and her practiced eye noticed that despite trying to hide it, Monica was actually hot. So little by little Jenna talked to Monica more and more. Sharing secrets. Asking Monica her’s. Finding out that both girls were single. Finding out that Monica had a crush on one of the ranch hands that came in every week. After the first month, slowly the girls became a little closer. Slowly becoming friends of a sort.
So a month had passed and one day in the mid-morning, Monica and Jenna were sitting bored. Noone had come in for an hour, and all the teller work was caught up. Even Mr. Jones was out for the day, leaving Jenna to lock up when the banking day came to a close. That’s when, out of the blue, Jenna said to Monica, ‘Hey, wanna see what I did this weekend?’
Monica wasn’t sure she wanted to know but bored and curious and just a bit giggly, she agreed. Jenna left her teller station and walked around to Monica’s, as Monica swiveled her seat around to look. Thinking maybe Jenna had selfies or something on her social media page. But Jenna had something more than that to show her.
A bit of digression here. While it may be true that Monica thought of Jenna as a loose woman, low morals and something of a whore and all, there was a small part of her that envied Jen. Was a bit jealous of her free spirit and free sexuality. Monica had only ever had one boyfriend in her lonely life. And the sex was less than cinematic, being reduced to nervous fumbling in the dark. Over excited groping on his part, under enthusiastic and amateur moves on her own. So some part of her envied Jenna, and some part of her wished she could be more free like her. Maybe not as much of a slut but a bit more sexually adventurous.
So Monica quietly watched as Jenna unbuttoned her white satin blouse. All the way down. And watched as Jenna opened it up with a giggle. Watched as Jenna showed her that she wasn’t wearing a bra, and watched as Jenna showed her the brand new nipple rings. The shiny rings adorning the big pink nipples capping her big creamy tits.
‘What do you think Mon?’ Jenna asked her. Lifting her tits up for Monica to get a good look.
‘Umm. Like wow Jen, those are really umm, big,’ Monica replied, blushing.
‘No silly, the rings,’ Jenna giggled, as she bounced her tits up and down in front of Monica. ‘I just had them done. Do you like them?’ she asked.
Monica blushed as Jenna bounced her tits more. Up and down. Jiggling them.
‘Yeah Jen they’re umm, beautiful,’ Monica said. Immediately regretting her choice of words as Jenna grinned and moved closer. Her naked tits inches from Monica. Just as things were getting a bit awkward the front door dinged, signaling the entrance of a customer.
‘Oops,’ said Jen, quickly turning away and giggling as she buttoned up her blouse. ‘We can talk more later Mon, after you show me yours,’ she said with a giggle, as the customer approached Monica’s window. Monica didn’t know what to say and the day progressed from there.
That day, Jenna didn’t press Monica to show her any flesh, and by closing time, Monica was a bit agitated. At first, she was disturbed by the thought of Jen seeing her breasts. But as the day went on and she stewed over the idea, it didn’t seem so bad. And by the end of business, Monica was practically looking for an excuse to show Jenna her tits. But of course she was too shy, too demure to suggest such a thing. So they closed the bank for the night and went their separate ways. Jenna giggling and bouncy as always, and Monica nervously aroused.
That night was unseasonably warm, and Monica stripped off her pajamas. Laying on her bed with just a thin sheet, unable to sleep and just in panties, she picked up her phone three times. Thinking of calling, maybe texting Jenna. The girls had exchanged numbers early on, in case they needed a shift covered or a ride to work. Now Monica felt a different need, but was too nervous to do anything about it. So she looked at Jenna’s number, thought about Jenna’s pierced nipples, and slid a hand into her panties. Having a slow rub and moaning softly to herself.
Over at her place at that same moment, Jenna had her legs wrapped around Michelle Brown. A friend from the city. Michelle was the only one Jenna trusted with her new location. Her new address. Jenna knew if the loan shark found out where she was things wouldn’t go good for her. So Michelle was the only friend that knew where to find her. And find her she did. Just then, Michelle was naked on top of Jenna, and plunging a long thick strapon deep into her. Jenna wearing only heels, and sucking on Michelle’s tongue as she got fucked. Her mind a million miles away from Monica. A million miles away from the big city. A million miles away from anything but Michelle fucking her deep and hard, to make up for the three weeks they had been apart. And a million miles away from the thugs that were looking for her.
Outside Jenna’s place, a dark sedan with tinted windows sat and idled. The two men inside rough, tattooed, and very grim. As one loaded and unloaded a pistol compulsively, the driver made a phone call.
‘Hey boss, you were right about that one. That Michelle,’ he said. His voice low and full of gravel. The slide action of his partner’s pistol racking loudly in the confines of the car.
The boss replied, ‘She found that blondie for us then?’
‘Yeah boss. We’re at her place right now. Been watching them and we know where she works and lives,’ the thug said. His partner unloading the pistol again.
‘Good job,’ the boss replied. ‘This bitch owes me a lot of money and it’s time she paid up. One way or another. Don’t scare her off. Keep an eye on her and I’ll fly down in a day or two to settle up,’ he instructed. Then hanging up with no other words as the two thugs chuckled and sat watching Jenna’s place.
The next day was crisp and clear. The sun warming the world with bright and happy light. Monica was at her teller station eating a bagel with cream cheese. On this day she had worn a dress, a rare occasion for her. A conservative, knee length, blue silk, wrap dress over sensible blue flats. Professional, if a tad frumpy.
Jenna bounced in, her customary ten minutes late. Monica sort of grimaced as Jenna, by sheer coincidence, had also worn a blue dress. Of course much shorter, tighter, and so low cut as to be completely inappropriate. Her heels of the stiletto type, and higher than you would think comfortable to spend the day at work in. The bank manager Mr. Jones came in to open the branch and then left, saying he would be gone most of the day. And more to the point, not saying anything about Jenna being late. Again. Or dressed like a hooker. Again. Monica had already assumed he was fucking Jenna on a regular basis and knew that meant Jenna could pretty much do as she pleased. And she was not far off from the truth.
The morning passed as it always did, Jenna taking customers four to every one Monica did. Most of the men would gladly go to Jen as their first choice, as men will do when bountiful cleavage is on offer. Not to mention the flirting. Jenna was an incorrigible cocktease and Monica couldn’t help but to slowly become aroused just by listening. This sort of pattern had emerged over the days. At first Monica was uncomfortable around it, but little by little she had become inured to the behavior. And little by little, the thought started taking root in her shy mind that maybe she could flirt too. After all, Jenna made it look so easy. Then maybe, just maybe, Monica could get lucky. It had been quite some time since Monica had been…lucky.
Just before noon, a pixie little brunette meandered in and looked at Monica and Jen. Jenna was busy with a customer so the girl held back a bit. Fussing with her purse and looking at her phone and Monica just knew she was waiting to talk to Jenna. Trying to place her
it finally came to Monica. The girl’s name was Lisa. The girl from the pharmacy. Cute, dainty, and very petite.
Once she got to Jenna, they started talking. Lisa cashed a small check then they just started conversing. Monica listened as it turned to a lively discussion. It seemed Jenna and Lisa were sometimes party buddies. And as the minutes of chatter went on, embellished by giggling, Monica realized something else. The two girls were also fuck buddies.
As they continued to talk, giggle, and flirt, Monica was starting to feel the effects of the bawdy conversation next to her. Jenna was describing her latest conquest’s cock, how thick it was and the flavor, in excruciating detail, and Monica started to breath hard. Lisa was giggling and casting glances, and Monica could only weakly smile every time they locked eyes.
It wasn’t just the chatting about sex making Monica wet, it was starting to also be the jealous envy. The way Jenna was talking to Lisa. The way Lisa was giggling. The way they planned to meet after work and the insinuation it was going to lead to sex. Monica was jealous of their free spirited sexuality and the way they were so open about it. And without realizing it at first, Monica was jealous it wasn’t her that was going to be seeing Jenna after work.
She had always thought of herself as bisexual, but the reality was, except for some kissing and some petting during a college game of spin the bottle, Monica had never been with a girl. More and more now, even just for this one day and more often lately, Monica craved it. Craved sapphic satisfaction. And more now than anything, craved Jenna. She didn’t even realize she was squirming and rubbing her legs together under her dress. The jealous envy making her quiver as she tried to sit and hide it. Tried to pretend she wasn’t listening.
Then it became impossible to pretend, as Lisa giggled and told Jenna she finally had it done. With gleeful exclamation and in joyous register Jenna nearly begged to see. Monica couldn’t pretend to not be attentive as Lisa, looking around the bank first, then lifted her tight little top up over her bosom and pulled her bra down. Showing her tits to them. Showing her newly pierced nipples. Monica nearly swooned as frustratingly horny as she now was, and Jenna bounced and clapped. Never mind the fact that all three girls seemed to forget they were in a bank, and cameras were watching everything at all times. And never mind that all three girls had already seen them, but Jenna couldn’t help herself and she pulled her low cut dress down to expose her own pierced nipples and creamy large breasts. Lisa giggling and Monica about to burst. It had already been obvious and such was her habit, Jenna was braless.
‘Your turn Mon!’ Jenna chided. Teasing when she already knew how shy and demure her co-worker tended to lean towards. When she already tried before to see what she assumed, quite correctly, were some beautiful breasts.
But this time, Monica was already in a dreamy and lustful state. Already nearly beyond the point of thinking straight. Already soaking through her panties into her dress. Her want, her desire, her need for Jenna already making her want to scream. She glanced from Jenna’s big pink nipples with the pink rings to Lisa’s bullet brown nipples with her black barbells, and then at them both as they watched her, expecting a denial from the shy brunette.
Before she could even think and consider and contemplate the repercussions and the ramifications and say nothing of the consequences, Monica loosened the belt tie around her waist and opened her wrap dress a little. Just a bit. Just enough. However, much to Lisa’s giggling delight, her thick, padded, white satin bra got in the way. Monica struggled and worked at it, all to no avail. Her little grunts of frustration and effort making Lisa giggle all the more, as her and Jenna watched Monica struggle. It was to great fortune the girls owed the respite from bank customers, as the display was a bit much. Monica struggling and fighting her brassiere as a bare breasted Lisa and Jenna watched, all giggles.
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