Canis latrans Chronicles : THE knocker fan ( M/F mast, con game )
Written by Koyote


CHAPTER ONE - THE PERSONAL AD

I ran across an advertisement in the personals section of the newspaper publisher. It was a simple little advertising but it was intriguing because of what it promised. The ad simply stated :

Large breasted woman looking for worshipers
Rewards given only to those who can idolize properly.
There WILL be a test
Only good need apply, telephone ( nnn ) nnn-nnnn.

Large breasted woman are my failing. I start drooling every time one of them gets their vast titty close to me. What was there to lose ? What was there to gain ? The test with possible advantage was the up slope. The down side was it is more than likely a subterfuge, some hooker trying to swot up up byplay. What is the unsound that could happen ; I could die. What the hell, you can not be killed over the telephone. At least I never heard of that happening over the telephone.

I was apprehensive so I kept putting off making the outcry. A couple of hebdomad past before I got up enough intestinal fortitude to pick up the telephone set. I always pay for my procrastination ; the figure was disconnected. wellspring I guess the with child breasted charwoman had found a worshiper.

Two weeks later, the same advertizement appeared again with a different telephone phone number. I tripped over a electric chair in my hurriedness to get to the telephone. tinker's damn, no answer. At least the number was working this fourth dimension. I just had to find out if this was for real.

A couple of hour and respective unanswered attempts later the telephone was finally answered, by a machine. It verified the telephone identification number and instructed me to lead a content ; I hung up. What could I say to a machine ? Are you the car with expectant breast ? I sat around for a while trying to determine if I should call up again and what I would say if the tinker's damn political machine answered. My hot pants won out and I dialed the telephone set identification number again.

The machine answered. `` Ah, how-do-you-do ... I am calling about the ad you placed in the newspaper publisher. I think I might be the person you are looking for. Ah, I 'm not into B & D or S & M so if you are looking for a 'slave'then I am afraid that 's not me. ``

A female articulation broke in, `` how-do-you-do, I do n't want to live your name. Names are not authoritative '', she said, `` The only if matter important to me is how much you do like prominent breasts. ``

'' I love heavy breasts ; they are the aphrodisiacal affair in the world."I replied.

'' well you WILL experience to prove that to ME, '' the woman stated.

'' Where and when ? '' Was my wily response.

'' commencement you have to know there will be no fucking, '' she said flatly, `` You only get to fondle my boob as long as I want you too, and that 's it. Is that understood ? ``

'' Christ lady that 's a little one sided is n't it ? ``

'' That 's the way it will be, that 's theatrical role of the trial run. If you pass the test then I MIGHT grant you a reward. But you have to prove to me that you worship my breast as they should be worshiped."She paused.

"Now, are you going to be the one to worship my breasts or not ? '' she asked.

'' Jesus ma'am you drive a intemperately buy,"I protested.

'' Yes or no. I have other callers. ``

'' OK lady OK, where and when ? ``

'' You know the reflection lot by the airport ? ``

'' Which one, the one on Airport route or the other one ?"I asked.

'' The other one, in about a time of day. '' she said, `` Can you be there in an 60 minutes ? ``

'' Yes I can ... but how will I know if you 're there ? ``

'' You wo n't unless I want you to. What kind of car and what semblance of car do you have ? ``

I told the female voice on the other end of the telephone set the information that she wanted and she gave me further instructs and then we hung up.

pacing back and forth in my animation room to kill fourth dimension and form out what the hell I was getting myself into. I was getting nervous about this meeting. Maybe I am just paranoid. No, I 'm steamy, damn horny. My shoemaker's last two girl did n't receive a the right way set of titty even if you added them together. I think that is what I was missing in those relationships, tit lust.

So I have called a alien, a womanhood who put an ad in the paper saying she wants someone to worship her breasts. I have promised to meet her without knowing what she looks like or even if she will let me see her knocker. And worst of all, she gets to check me out and if she does n't wish what she sees I wo n't even recognize if she was there or not. If she does n't like me, I 'll bet the telephony gets disconnected again too.

What do I get out of all this, a dim hope of a reward ? If I worship her knocker, how do you hero-worship tit ? Get down on your knee joint bowing and proclaiming 'Oh holy chest'. Well at least I get to watch some airplane landings ; I have not done that in a while.



CHAPTER TWO - THE MEETING


There were seven or eight cars in the viewing lot when I arrived. I parked at the backrest of the lot, my car facing away from the airport as instructed by the female articulation on the phone. I turned off my engine but left the key on so I could take heed to the radio as I waited. I got out and walked around to the vertebral column of the car to sit on the entrust rear bumper as instructed. For about ten minute, I watched cars pull in and out and tried to peer into the other automobile to try to work out out if the gravid breasted charwoman was there.

It was getting dark rapidly on this warm moonless summer night. There was no illumination in the viewing sphere ; all you could see was the headlights of the release traffic and the landing Inner Light on the aircraft and airport runway and taxi lights.

Someone approached me from the other side of my car. All I could see in the darkness was that it was a woman wearing a underground top and quagmire and carrying a vast flashlight. She walked up to me and shined the get down directly in my eyes. Totally ruining my night vision, all I could see was red stars.

The charwoman spoke first. She asked me why I was there. I responded with the phrase that I had been instructed me to say, `` I 'm here to idolise. ``

'' Get into the back seat on the passenger English and close the door. ``

I did as she told me. She got in on the same side in the battlefront buns and closed the door. The womanhood twisted around and knelt in the front line derriere, facing in my direction. She reached out and pulled the head restraint all the way up to the upper most spot. Then she blinded me with that damn bright ass flashlight in my oculus again. I could not see tinker's damn. Very cagy I thought. She had positioned herself so she could see out the rear and slope windows of my car, and vigil for anybody approaching. In addition, at the Sami time because of the blinding flashlight, all I could urinate out of her face was a blur with red spots.

She instructed me to slant forward. As I leaned forward, I could see though the spotlight in my eyes what I had come to see. She had pulled down her tube top to just below her boastfully magnificent titty and positioned one on each slope of the headrest post.

I did not possess a lot of interest in seeing her expression at that clock time. My just interest was in those marvelous tits lying on the backrest of the front seat begging to be kissed and fondled. She had told me that she did not want to be romanced. All she wanted was exactly what her advertising had said. I was more than willing to admit her desires.

I reached out slowly and gently caressed her huge breasts with my mitt. I could sense the weight of those freak boob in the palm of my hands. Slowly I traced my fingernails along the incline of each boob toward her nipples. The womanhood did not respond. However, her pap did. Nipples do not lie. When a woman gets stimulated, her mammilla stick out. This fair sex 's nipples were about a half on an inch long and about as big around as the eraser end of a pencil. I wanted to see if I could make them longer.

lowering my mouth to her leftfield titty, I flicked her erect nipple with the tip of my tongue. The woman responded this fourth dimension. She let out a balmy groan. I flicked my clapper on the nipple of her decent breast. She moaned again but this prison term her moan was just a match longer and a slight louder. With just two movie of my lingua, I had figured out what I wanted to know. Yep it is her right knocker. Being a breast lover has taught me that every charwoman has one breast that is more sore than the other one.

Therefore, I started on her less sensitive left breast. Opening my rima oris wide and gently sucking in as very much of her breast as would fit. Then very slowly, I started rotating my lingua around the mammilla in small circles while lifting and squeezing as I was trying to squeeze more tit into my mouthpiece. It had the desired upshot on her that I wanted. The cleaning lady moaned again and leaned even farther forward trying to pressure more of her boob into my mouth.

This erotic office had an effect on me also. While toying with her magnificent breasts I grew one Scheol of a hardon. It had been a very tenacious clip since I had the pleasure of playing with large tit. The more I sucked and licked her tit the more she moaned and the harder and more uncomfortable my dick became in my drear jeans.

The woman started humping against the seat back with her groyne. It was then that I got a puff of the odor. That pungent scent that emanates from a cleaning lady's kitty-cat when she is in lust, it is the most aphrodisiac odour a man can smell. My dick throbbed painfully in my gasp. I figured the solitary way that I could smell her arousal was if the cleaning lady had one bridge player down her slacks, fingering her pussy. Just the mentation of her fingering herself while I sucked her titties had my putz leaking in my underwear.

It was now the rightfield time. I switched my tit sucking campaign to her right wing breast. Her reaction was both expected and appreciated. I love knowing I am doing a good job. As I alternated between sucking hard and then gently but firmly flicking her nipple with my glossa, she started moaning constantly and humping the tail end harder.


CHAPTER THREE - THE reinforcement

I felt the charwoman 's hand at my genitalia tracing the precis of my hardon through my denim. She had reached around the seat with her unfreeze helping hand and was trying to rip my zipper down. Releasing her breast with my men, I helped her. I unsnapped my jeans, unzipped them, and with great difficulty pushed them and my underpants down until they were at my ankle, I exposed my aching dick.

As soon as my gumshoe was freed and I scooted up to the edge of the back buns, the woman 's deal immediately encircled the ray of light of my dick. She definitely knew what she was doing. Slowly she stroked and squeezed my dick in sentence to my tit sucking. Her pollex rubbed across the head spreading my precum all over the swollen head word of my pecker. Her fingernails were scraping the rim of the headland. She tickled the basis of the head with her nails, squeezed the peter to bring out more precum, and massaged it over the psyche again. Her experienced deal was driving me up a wall. This fair sex knew how to tease a guy's dick. Well I know how to card tits.

I started sucking and licking her knocker with totally abandonment. Using my thumbs to hale the inside portion of her knocker forcing her nipples closer together so I could flick the nipples of both tits at the same sentence. This had the hope impression ; she moaned louder than ever and started humping against the seat back very hard, she momentarily forgot about my raging hardon.

Her breathing and moaning came rapidly with slight `` oh oh oh oh ''. As she was getting veridical close to getting her rock'n'roll off, she maintained a death handgrip on my tool. I did n't bear in mind, it did not hurt, and I do n't think that you could hold hurt my dick by squeezing it even with a vise because it was so solid. Just as she was getting to the peak of her coming, I let her feel my dentition as I bit her mammilla just hard enough to post her over the edge. I love to make women throw an orgasm.

As her climax subsided, I slowed my sucking and nibbling down to let her down gently. She on the other hand did just the opposite with her paw on my dick.

Her hand started sliding rapidly up and down the shaft of my tool. The light beam was slick, well lubricated by the gal of precum she had already coaxed out of me. Now I was the one moaning with a mouthful of tit.

The orgasm that she gave was one of the better that I have ever had. She squeezed my prick exceptionally hard on the last upstroke. It made cum shoot out of my dick like the shuttle taking off the rocket pad. Every sentence my peter pulsed out another load of spermatozoan, she would pressure my jibe very tight on the up separatrix helping it and me reach new heights. My sperm squirted all over the backbone of the front seat. The char just kept jacking my dick until my testicles were completely drained and my organic structure was in a country of almost total collapse.

All I could do is sit there with my head resting against the nates back and trouser, trying to catch my hint. The woman released my rapidly softening asshole and a few present moment later the bean light in my car came on. The car rocked back and Forth, as she exited. I was too tired to plagiarise my head up to appear at the woman who had given me so much pleasure. Besides, if I tried to look at her she would just dim me with that darn flash light again, so I did not even try. I felt her hand caressing the pilus on the spinal column of my head through the out-of-doors window just before she turned to leave.

The lowest matter I heard her say as her step crunched off into the distance in the crushed rock parking lot and the swarthiness was, `` Call me tomorrow. ``

THE END