She demands you worship her tits

"You taste good," Janice says and wipes the back of her sleeve across her mouth.

"Th-thanks," you stammer, still disoriented by the reality of the situation.

Janice walks back around the desk and plops her huge ass down in the office chair. She motions you over with a finger.

"Come here, slut," she instructs.

You obey her, slightly unsteady on your feet from the powerful orgasms that wracked your body just moments ago. Janice watches with obvious pleasure as your hips sway, your breasts jiggle, and your abused and flooded pussy makes faint sloshing sounds with each step. As you approach the fat security officer she spreads her meaty legs apart so you can stand between them.

"On your knees," she commands and you obey, dropping to your knees with your arms resting on her legs and your ass resting on your heels.

"Unbutton my shirt," says Janice. "I want you to see my tits."

You stretch forward, leaning against the soft rolls of her fat as you start at her neck and work your way down the buttons. She drags the tails of her uniform out of the waist of her pants, which is really just across another huge roll of fat and not any real waist, and you finish the process. Janice shrugs out of the uniform shirt with a grunt of effort.

Her stomach is three distinct and immense rolls of pale white fat topped by the largest pair of tits you have ever seen. The padded bra she is wearing to support them into something approximating cleavage looks to be a double or even triple H. The other thing that hits you as you look upon this grotesque dyke is the smell of sour sweat. You wrinkle your nose in disgust, but if Janice notices she doesn't seem to care.

The older woman unhooks the bra in the front and drags the cups away from her enormous breasts. They pour out across her belly unsupported, drooping across her soft flesh. She has huge light brown areolas, nearly the size of your entire breasts. Her breasts are capped by nipples as big around as your thumb that point sharply downward due to the sag. The pale white flesh of her bosom is covered with purple and green veins just below the surface of her skin.

"Ohhh yeah," Janice hefts one of her tits in her hand, "you like these big tits?"

"Yes," you lie.

"I want you to worship them," she lets the breasts drop with a slap of flesh meeting flesh. "I want you to bathe them with your tongue."

You resist the urge to object and instead quietly lean your whole body forward, pressing into her huge belly so you can begin kissing her breasts. You bury your face in her cleavage and try not to inhale the rancid sweat stink of her too deeply. She hugs you to her as you kiss the tops and sides of the huge tits and carress them with your hands.

"Yeah," she coaches you. "Yeah, lick it there...suck my nipples you little slut."

You work a spiral on her areolas with your tongue, tightening the circles until your mouth collides with her huge puffy nipple. You bathe each as instructed, sucking them like small cocks when they harden with her excitement.

"Harder," she pulls your mouth against her breast. "Suck them harder!"

You slurp and knead and lick every inch of her breasts. You even delve beneath them, lifting them and exposing yourself to the sweaty undersides to clean away her salty perspiration with your tender kisses and licks.

"You are getting me all worked up, girl," she pants. "Whew, if you do that good on my titties I can't wait to feel that little mouth on my pussy."

The thought nearly makes you gag, but you moan and look up at her as you suck some more on a fat nipple. You think you're doing a good job faking enthusiasm even after nearly ten minutes of focusing on her enormous breasts.

"Alright," Janice yanks your mouth away from her breast. "You're making my titties sore."