You and Laurie visit mall Security Captain Ophelia Brinks

From the photo on the wall, Ophelia Brinks is a hottie, in her early thirties, with a severe ponytail, high cheekbones, and piercing brown eyes.

What you see when you walk into her office is a little different. She's a few years older than the photo, probably closer to forty these days. Her ponytail and gaze are both more severe than you imagined. Her shirt is completely unbuttoned, but you still can't see her body since she's sitting at her desk behind a monitor.

"You the two teens fucking in the mall atrium?" She's looking at her monitor, speaking to you sideways.

"We weren't fucking, Miss Brinks," says Laurie.

"But I'd be happy to if that would help," you say, your dick still raging with all its strength against the rules, virginity, your pants. You might jizz right now if someone said the wrong thing.

"I don't think that will help your case, young man. You two delinquents have..."

Laurie cuts her off, "you know he's the clothing controller, right?"

"I'm well aware," says the pretty woman, anger creeping into her otherwise officious voice. She rises from her seat, revealing the rest of her unbuttoned security shirt, her gigantic tits hanging heavy in the loose folds of her top. They must be slightly larger than her head each, E or F cups or something. She has a toned stomach too, but you can barely see it for all the space her cleavage takes up. "And you're the one we all have to out-slut today, young Laurie."

"Holy crap, those are some tatas." Laurie is starting to love the power. "You should show him those. You really should keep him happy."

"Fortunately, you don't have the power to tell me what to do, you slutty little hoodlum." She looks from Laurie to you, as you are making your way around her desk. "And let me just say that if I had your powers of search and interrogation, shoplifting and vandalism would be all but erased, and instead, you've managed to double the problem in just one short hour on the premises." As she finishes her rant, you slip both hands under her open shirt, and grab a hold of her giant boobs. You squeeze them, roll them around, lift them up high, and drop them.

"Ow fuck, you can't do that with tits like these!"

"I can do anything I want with tits like these," you say, lifting and dropping them again. You pull her open shirt out of her pants and off her arms, tossing it in the trash. Her giant boobs swing from her chest and you can barely understand how they are possible.

"Those are natural too, huh," says Laurie. She picks up a photo off Brinks' desk, and says, "these your kids?"

"Put that down!"

Laurie puts it down, but says "maybe we should change their outfits too. They look hot, and one of them got your huge boob genes it looks like." You see a photo of the whole family, but mostly you see the huge tits and wide hips on Ophelia, and her two cute daughters, obviously at the high school graduation of the younger one, who obviously has insanely big tits under her graduation gown.

Laurie, moving on to other desk items, sets a Newton's Cradle in motion, so you slap one of Captain Brinks' tits into the other one, starting a chain reaction of booby swinging. Brinks wants to stop her tits from swinging but she's not really allowed. She can still voice her concerns, though. "You little shit. You clearly just need to get laid. You two wanna fuck in my office? Fine, go ahead."

You squeeze her tit and Laurie climbs up on her desk. "We'll just push this crap aside," she says, clearing the desk by spilling most of Brinks' stuff onto the floor. She kneels on the desktop, next to the computer screen, and finally pulls her tight little tank top up over her head. She tosses it in Brinks' face and you climb up onto the desk to feel her perky little titties and kiss her eager lips.

Brinks steps quietly out of her office.

Laurie pulls your shirt off and runs her hands all over your body. You squeeze her little tits and feel her hard little nipples rub against your palms. She moans as you rub her tits around and she slides her hand into your pants. You kiss with a fevered rush about the whole thing, both of you **** to let loose.

"Wait, are you a virgin too?" you ask her.

"Uhhu," she says in between breaths and kisses.

"Do you wanna fuck?"

"What do you think?" she says, pulling off your pants, and then her shorts. "Can I ask you something?"

"Yeah, whatever you want."

She gently tugs on your dick, pulling you towards her, the tip of your dickhead touching her little blonde bush, and she whispers in your ear, "can you fuck with that bitch's outfit while you're inside me?"