The devil on your shoulder wins

You look down at Janice's sweaty face, buried between your thighs, and a cruel smile twists your lips. This fat dyke is a great pussy licker and you intend to use her for all she's worth. She started this perverted encounter, she can deal with the consequences.

You pinch your nipples between your thumbs and fingers and tug on your breasts, sending jolts of pleasure and pain through your chest. Janice's tongue is still buried in her slippery slit and you can feel the warm drool all over your thighs, her face, and down the crack of your ass. She's giving you raunchy, wet head with a hunger fitting for a woman of her **** size.

"You fat pig," you laugh at her, "you're my big pussy pig aren't you?"

"Mmmmmmm," Janice replies and follows it with a loud slurp on your clit.

"Disgusting," you sneer. "I bet I could just lay here all day and you would never fill your huge gut with my pussy juice."

"Mmmmmhmmmm," Janice agrees, gulping down the girly cream gushing from your gash.

"The only reason I'm not vomiting from the sight and smell of you is because you know how to suck my pussy, do you understand me?"

"Mmmmhmmm," Janice nods, her tongue following her fat face up and down inside your cunt.

"Good," you say and smile with satisfaction.

You lower your hands to her head and roughly yank her hair to pull her even deeper into her tongue-fucking. You close your eyes and imagine different people licking you as you fuck her eager mouth with your spit-soaked snatch. You can almost picture Veronica, the cute salesgirl, but the security woman's pungent body odor keeps spoiling your fantasy. Despite the interruptions, Janice's hungry mouth is sucking and licking you to another orgasm.

"Hold still," you tell her, "I'm going to fuck your face now, pig."

You jam your pussy into her mouth, wiggling your butt on the vinyl seat with a rhythmic squeak. Janice's tongue is not as long as a cock, but it's bigger, and her nose and lips and the warmth of her mouth make her a great sex toy. Your hips roll steadily as you pound her mouth to a climactic crescendo. Janice moans, sensing your impending orgasm, and the vibrations are enough to send you over the top. You buck and writhe against her face, smearing your pouring pussy all over her cheeks and lips, clenching and milking her tongue like it's a fat dick inside you.

You relax with a gasp and let her resume her licking and sucking.

"This time you have to do all the work," you pant and relax your grip on her hair.

Janice eagerly does, first cleaning and slurping up your juices, and then working your creaming cunny into a lather with her tongue. You tug on your nipples and let your breasts bounce in your hands. In a matter of minutes Janice's enthusiastic oral skills send you into another thrashing spasm of pleasure.

"Drink all of my cum, piggy," you tell her as you can feel your cunt squeezing her tongue.

As you gently descend from the heights of orgasm Janice laps at your pussy and finally pulls her tongue away. She lifts her flushed, cum-streaked face up above your flat tummy.

"My tongue is really getting a workout," she laughs.

You slap her hard across the cheek.

"I didn't tell you to stop, piggy," you yell at her. "Now I'm going to have to punish you..."