You meet monica

Given Monica’s age, you know it’s going to take her a while to get there, so you boot up pornhub, using Melissa’s throat to jerk off hands free. Squinting your eyes, you imagine her mouth is your favorite pornstar’s butthole, bouncing it off your pubic using your legs that are wrapped criss cross around her head.

Monica takes about five minutes to arrive, enough time for Melissa to soak your chair with spit and throw up. The older lady frowns when she walks in, disturbed by the sloppy throat sounds coming from under your desk.

Well past her prime, Monica had once been the office stallion, the young intern that had the pleasure of being sought after by the whole office. However, Father Time comes for us all, and Monica’s case was no different. All the surgeries in the world wouldn’t be enough to bring back her youth, leaving her with a pair of saggy fake tits and some admittedly convincing dentures. Once the pride of this office, Monica had been reduced to the elderly employee that everyone can’t wait to see retire.

“Have a seat, Monica,” you say over the soft creaking of your chair. Monica sneaks a peak before sitting down, letting out an audible gasp when she sees Melissa’s dirty blonde hair between your legs. “Sweet piece of ass right?” You say with a smile. Melissa spews on your cock as you say this, the sound of trickling water goes on for a few seconds.

You lean back in your chair, showing your hairy, spindly legs wrapped in a choke hold around Melissa’s neck. Melissa’s hair, already wet and matted at the front, flaps up and down as her head bobs behind your desk.

You grab a pen and click it nonchalantly while Melissa suffers between your legs. “I’m sure you’re wondering why I brought you in here, Monica…” You say with a frown. “This is never an easy conversation to have…” Reaching down and twisting Melissa’s nipple, to her discontent, you look Monica in the eye.

“I’m afraid we’re going to be letting you go, Monica. Corporate asked me to downsize, and at your age, our younger employees are more valuable to the company. I’m sorry Monica.” Melissa caps this off with a deep, stomach lurching gag and the sound of water spraying your legs.

“Unbelievable,” Monica growls in her raspy voice. “39 years at this company, never missing a day, and I get thrown to the curb like a piece of trash.” She crosses her arms indignantly, pouting at this perceived slight.

“I know, Monica, and I hate to do this, I really do, but you’re one of the highest paid employees at this office, and I’m sorry but Melissa’s numbers are just better.” Noting that the employee you just mentioned is currently sucking you off, Monica turns her head.

“You know, guys in this office used to turn their head when I walked by,” Monica says, reminiscing on her younger days. “There was a time when I would’ve been the one between your legs, instead of her.”

“Rightttt, well to be fair I don’t think she was alive back then…” You note. “But I see what you’re saying. I’m sorry, Monica, but the decision has been made.” Hearing what you’re saying, Monica pops her dentures out of her mouth. Her lips, unsupported by her fake teeth, collapse as her gums make contact with one another.

Wetting her lips with her tongue, Monica looks back at you. “I just wish there was something else we could do, maybe you could bring me back for a lower paying position,” she lisps through her lack of teeth. “I can do other things than accounting.”

It finally clicks for you what Monica is saying. “What… Kind of things?” You say, uncrossing your legs. Melissa shoots up in the air, your dick practically shoots out of her mouth, landing on your stomach with a dull, heavy thud.

“OH FUCK!!!” She squeals, coughing horrendously. She doesn’t get up fully, merely laying between your legs and spitting.

“Dirty, nasty things that you’ve never seen before, boy,” Monica rasps.

“You’re free to go now, Melissa,” you say, lifting her to her feet. You rudely shoo her out of the room, leaving you alone with the toothless, fake titted cougar licking her lips at you. Monica pulls her arms through the straps of her sleeveless, cheetah print top, pulling it down to her waist. Her sun spotted, plastic tits aren’t exactly a sight for sore eyes, but they still make her yelp when you pinch them.

“Careful, you dog,” Monica jokes, biting her lip and leaning into you. “You gonna treat an old lady like that?” Chuckling, you lean forward and take her nipple into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the pointy tip of it and clamping down with your teeth. Giggling, Monica strips off the rest of her clothing, climbing onto the table and dangling her head off the edge.

You sink your claws into her big, saggy fake tits and inspect the rest of her body. It’s… rough to say the least. Saggy, wrinkly, just plain ugly, it’s all of these things. But if you close your eyes and start grabbing it, it’s not that bad.

“Ahhhhhh…” Monica says in her husky voice, sticking her wet tongue out over her chin. You tap your dick on her tongue; she responds by sloppily mouthing it with her lips, her gums, her sticky, wet tongue…

As someone who’s been sucking dick since before you were born, Monica has quite a few tricks up her sleeve. She bites down on your dick while she bobs her head, providing pressure and friction for her soft, toothless gums. You let gravity take you down, slowly inserting yourself deeper and deeper as she bobs her head back and forth. Eventually, you grab a nipple between both fingers and thrust hard, hilting yourself in her gooey, toothless suckhole. With her chin digging into your pubic bone, she sticks her tongue out and swirls it, licking the base of your cock and your pelvis

You grab her wrinkly, turkey neck and jerk your cock through her saggy folds, getting enough contact to slide her esophagus up and down like a flesh sock. Monica lets out a gag, most likely voluntarily, her lips flap against your scrotum like she’s blowing a wet raspberry. You dig your cock even deeper, flexing your kegel muscles to make it throb in Monica’s throat.

Once you feel her throat has been properly broken in, you start fucking Monica’s face. Hard. Her big, saggy titties bounce wildly, rolling in wide circles on her chest. Monica clamps down on your dick with her gums, compressing it while you force it in and out of her sloppy throat.

A small crowd has gathered outside the windows to your office, watching you skullfuck one of their senior employees with bewildered expressions on their face. Monica’s deep, raspy voice and your animal-like grunts can be heard through the glass, as well as the sloppy, squelching sound of Monica’s throat being stretched out.

“GUHK GUHK GUHK GUHK GUHL GUHK GAHK!” she gags loudly, grabbing a handful of nutsack and smushing it into her face. You thrust forward, burying your 12 inch monster in her toothless suck hole. Monica, an expert in the art of cocksucking, mouths at it sloppily, milking the base with her soft gums, flapping her wet lips on your nutsack, using her freakishly long tongue to lick your stomach…

It doesn’t take long for you to cum. Pistoning into her face, Monica feels your cock expanding and sucks you down into her gullet. She brings out her finishing move, swirling the gooey parts of her mouth, her gums her lips, her freakishly long tongue, around the base of your cock, like a horse trying to eat a carrot, humming to make her wet throat vibrate. You let your balls fill up with cum for as long as you can hold it.

Monica regurgitates the first load you shoot into her gullet, spraying it onto your stomach with a deep, throaty ‘PPPPBBBBFFFTTTT!’ Enveloped in the warm blanket that is Monica’s gullet, your cock pumps at rapid speed, faster than any throat whore could keep up with. Monica gags over and over, not even bothering to swallow, instead letting her throat vibrate as it shoots your cum back at you.

Monica clamps her gums around your cock as you pull out, milking out the last of your cum like a tube of toothpaste. Stumbling as you withdraw, you collapse to your knees, exhausted. Monica wipes the fluids off her face and gets dressed, smiling, she knows she just secured a job for at least another couple years.

“Whew,” you pant. “You are a fucking animal.” You stumble to your seat at your desk, huffing and puffing like you just ran a 5k. “Now, let’s talk business. I can’t bring you back on as an accountant, I’m sorry but that’s off the table. But I coulddddd bring you on in a support role, similar to Tasha’s?”

Licking cum off her fingers, Monica nods her head. “I could be ok with that,” she says with a devilish smile.”

“Great! Finish out your day the way you started it, you’ll still be an accountant until 5. But tomorrow, report to my office first thing in the morning, I’ll have something put together by then.”

Monica gives you a hug before she walks out, very thankful to have her job saved like that. You put your pants back on and walk out of your office, running into Melissa on the way out. On her way back from the women’s room, Melissa seems to have just finished freshening up after being facefucked in your office.

She jumps when she hears your voice. “Heyyyy Melissaaaaa!” You sing, making her flinch when you put your arm around her shoulder. “There’s a nasty mess in my office, and I already fired all the janitors. Any chance you could clean that up for me?” Melissa nods silently, her eyes wide like a veteran with PTSD. “Great! Thank you dear!” You chirp, giving her a firm slap on the behind as you walk away.