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Janice Jenkins was bored as usual. The 27 year old security guard eased off her chair and scratched her ass for the want of something better to do. How the fuck had she ended up with this job? Having failed to get into the Police Academy it seemed the obvious choice to go into security -yeah, when it promised to be fending off armed robbers and preventing corporate theft.

At Jones and Jacobs, office supplies to the stars, it was more like checking security badges twelve hundred times a day while trying to peak down the blouses of the hotter pieces of ass. At least there were plenty of those; chicks in their late teens and twenties, admin assistants, PAs and the like, all wearing, it seemed to Janice, the tiniest skirts and tightest blouses ever invented. All, unfortunately, with sneers for the horny fat dyke in Security when they caught her out in her blatant ogling.

Janice and known she was gay from puberty on. While her horny little pals had talked endlessly about cocks and muscles, and spent time at the beach watching speedo-clad college boys play volleyball, before scampering home to tend to stiff little clitties, Janice had fallen in love with the human mammary gland. She did eveything she could to get glimpses of her new obsession. Her friends’ mothers and big sisters were worshipped and masturbated over; their brothers were excellent sources (stolen) of magazines such as ‘Juggs’ and ‘Big Ones’.

Jan played the usual game required of the closeted teen, joining in the hot conversations with her pals about boys and their bodies. Mainly though, she was imagining which of her friends were wet from the conversation, which had stiff clits, which of them would risk a trip to the bathroom later to jerk off….

Jerking off was Janice’s only outlet, and dissapointingly, remained so after school. She applied for the academy, imagining the place would be full off willing pussy, but failed to get in. She ended up stuck in poker oyna her home town, her sex life consisting of beating the beaver to nasty websites or fantasies of swallowing one of Pamela Anderson’s huge tits.

The likelihood of her getting laid wasn’t helped by the fact that she was getting fatter and fatter. She’d gone into Chicago a couple of times in the pursuit of some ass, but had had some humiliating experiences at the lesbian clubs she’d visited. Her only sexual encounter had been a luscious 19 year old prostitute named Carmen who charged her 100 bucks, but it had been worth every fucking cent. Man, those fucking tits!

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Monday 8.30. The pussy parade begins with the lovely Anna; 5ft.11in. long, slender legs and a fine pair of c-cuppers….

“In you jerk-off fantasies, Dyke-o” is her friendly greeting as she catches Janice’s beady eyes alight on her chest.

‘You better fucking believe it, bitch’, Jan mutters.

After Amy (red hair and peachy ass -“are you staring at my fucking ass, dyke?”) and Laura (a black beauty with a pair of 38-inch beauties – bet you rubbed that little pussy raw light night dreaming o’ these titties, mmm?), came Maddy…..

Sigh! Madeleine East, Australian, blonde, 21, slender and with the most e-fucking-normous set of jugs Janice had seen in her 27 years. Bigger even than Mrs Pendrell her neighbour, who had provoked her to the solitary vice so many times in High School.

Just like Mrs Pendrell, the stacked little Aussie poppet was the subject of many masturbatory fantasies. Janice’s favorite involved discovering she’d stolen money from the company and offering to remain silent if….. Usually the bra had just freed the wobbling globes when Jan’s orgasm began.

Monday’s were, for Janice, the best day of the week, only because Maddy took her turn on the Reception Desk, allowing a full day of ogling. Today’s tight pink angora promised a particularly satisfying canlı poker oyna day. By about lunch time, Janice needed a trip to the Ladies bathroom. Sitting with her uniform pants and boxers round her ankles, she re-lived a choice scene from the morning when Maddy had to reach up to a high shelf behind the desk; the repeated bouncing up and down to get up there resulted in some other fabulous bouncing….

“What I wouldn’t do to get my hands on those fucking glands…”

Little did Janice know that she was about to get her opportunity; Lady Luck, who’d fairly kicked her up the ass repeatedly her whole life was about to get a whole lot kinder (who knows, maybe she’d just got some good head?). Madeleine had recently been put in charge of the admin office’s petty cash and had been sorely tempted to ‘borrow’ a few bucks. Who new that her need for a particularly expensive pair of shoes would allow a young lady to live out her most cunt-bursting jerk-off fantasy? Life is very strange.

At 5pm, a half-hour after she should have gone home, Maddy left her seat at Reception and quietly made her way into the now deserted office, not realising that Janice was watching. Of course she was – waiting in fact for a small pervy thrill she got on Mondays, running her hand over the warm seat, bringing any trace scent of Maddy’s sweet peaches or blonde-haired vagina to her nose. After a few seconds Jan made her way reluctantly to the office; it was her job to lock up after the last person had left.

She got there just in time (that must be one well-licked pussy, Ms Luck) to see Maddy extract a wad of notes from the petty cash tin and stuff them into her purse….

“Hey sweetcheeks, waddya doin?”

O Fuck! The dyke!

Janice stood with her mouth open for about 4 seconds, before the shit-eating grin spread over her face and her clit began hardening. Hardening quicker than when her friend Sarah’s older, college-senior sister internet casino had come out to sunbathe by the pool in a string bikini.

Maddy’s mind was racing with the horrible consequences. Police, Prison, or maybe deportation, and her parents’ tiny little town in Western Australia. Her free life of fun, booze, drugs and as much cock as she could handle would be over. Unless…..

Maddy was a bright girl; she new the dyke lusted after her; probably had a wank while thinking about her pride-and-joys. Maybe…..urghh. Letting those fat hands on her body would be a nightmare…..but maybe all-the-way wasn’t necessary…

“Looks like I’m going to have to call the police, sweetie”.

Janice made for the door. As expected, Maddy quickly shouted “No!”

“Maybe we could sort something out?”

“Heh, heh. Like what?” said Janice, staring at the huge globes of pink angora.

“O for fuck’s sake. Look, you can have a look at them if you forget what you saw. I’ll put the money back.”

“You have to be joking, doll-face. Full-on fuck. I want some of that Aussie pussy.”

“No way, dyke. Look, you can have a feel….and keep the bra.”

“And your panties” Jan knew she wouldn’t have gone for the fuck. But you have to bid high.

With a look of resignation, Madeleine reached under her skirt, and with a practiced motion pulled down her tiny pink panties. She threw them at Janice.

“Now the top”.

Janice tried to record every second for her personal spank-bank as Maddy slowly pulled off her sweater…….

A white lace bra appeared; a thing of delicacy and beauty, straining to hold the blonde aussie’s massive mammaries.

The world seemed to stand still for Jan as Maddy reached behind her back to undo the catch……..

and…..

there….

they…..

weeerrrreeee

The huge breasts wobbled free into her full vision. Almost spherical, with small pointy pink nipples…….but

Ohhh, fuckkkkkkk.

Just as she prepared to reach out to touch heaven, Janice felt her cunt begin to spasm in the biggest orgasm of her life.

And then she fainted!

Lady luck is a bitch.

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