coyote history : THE BREAST LOVER ( M/F mast, cons )
Written by Koyote


CHAPTER ONE - THE PERSONAL AD

I ran across an ad in the personals part of the paper. It was a wide-eyed little advertisement but it was intriguing because of what it promised. The ad simply stated :

Large breasted cleaning lady looking for worshiper
reward given only to those who can worship properly.
There WILL be a run
Only sober need use, predict ( nnn ) nnn-nnnn.

Large breasted women are my weakness. I start drooling every clip one of them gets their Brobdingnagian tits close to me. What was there to lose ? What was there to gain ? The test with possible reinforcement was the up side. The grim side was it is more than likely a subterfuge, some Fighting Joe Hooker trying to drum up business. What is the tough that could happen ; I could die. What the Inferno, you can not be killed over the telephone. At least I never heard of that happening over the telephone.

I was worried so I kept putting off making the yell. A yoke of weeks past before I got up plenty intestinal fortitude to clean up the telephone. I always pay for my procrastination ; the turn was disconnected. Well I guess the enceinte breast woman had found a worshiper.

Two week later, the same advertisement appeared again with a different telephone figure. I tripped over a death chair in my haste to get to the telephony. Damn, no answer. At least the act was working this time. I just had to observe out if this was for real.

A pair of hours and several unanswered attack later the telephone was finally answered, by a machine. It verified the telephone number and instructed me to go out a message ; I hung up. What could I say to a machine ? Are you the machine with large breasts ? I sat around for a while trying to resolve if I should call again and what I would say if the tinker's damn motorcar answered. My hotness won out and I dialed the telephone set turn again.

The car answered. `` Ah, how-do-you-do ... I am calling about the ad you placed in the theme. I think I might be the somebody 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 voice broke in, `` Hello, I do n't want to make out your figure. public figure are not important '', she said, `` The only thing of import to me is how a lot you do like large boob. ``

'' I love turgid boob ; they are the aphrodisiac matter in the world."I replied.

'' Well you WILL get to testify that to ME, '' the woman stated.

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

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

'' Jesus of Nazareth lady that 's a little one sided is n't it ? ``

'' That 's the way it will be, that 's region of the trial run. If you pass the tryout then I MIGHT break you a advantage. But you have to prove to me that you worship my breasts as they should be worshiped."She paused.

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

'' Christ lady you drive a hard bargain,"I protested.

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

'' OK ma'am O.K., where and when ? ``

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

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

'' The early one, in about a minute. '' she said, `` Can you be there in an hour ? ``

'' 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 color of car do you have ? ``

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

pacing back and forth in my living room to kill time and figure out what the hell I was getting myself into. I was getting nervous about this confluence. Maybe I am just paranoid. No, I 'm horny, damn horny. My last two girlfriends did n't cause a decently set of mammilla even if you added them together. I think that is what I was missing in those relationship, tit lust.

So I have called a alien, a womanhood who put an ad in the paper saying she wants someone to revere her white meat. I have promised to come across her without knowing what she looks like or even if she will let me see her breasts. And spoilt of all, she gets to break me out and if she does n't wish what she sees I wo n't even know if she was there or not. If she does n't wish me, I 'll bet the telephone set gets disconnected again too.

What do I get out of all this, a obscure promise of a reward ? If I worship her breasts, how do you worship tit ? Get down on your knees bowing and proclaiming 'Oh holy breasts'. wellspring at to the lowest degree I get to watch some plane landings ; I have not done that in a while.



CHAPTER TWO - THE MEETING


There were seven or eight cars in the showing lot when I arrived. I parked at the back of the lot, my car facing away from the airdrome as instructed by the female person voice on the phone. I turned off my engine but left the key on so I could hear to the wireless as I waited. I got out and walked around to the vertebral column of the car to sit on the left rear bumper as teach. For about ten minutes, I watched cars pull in and out and tried to peer into the other cars to try to enter out if the orotund breasted woman was there.

It was getting dark rapidly on this warm moonless summertime night. There was no miniature in the look at area ; all you could see was the headlights of the overtaking traffic and the landing igniter on the aircraft and airport track and hack lights.

soul approached me from the former slope of my car. All I could see in the darkness was that it was a woman wearing a tube top and slacks and carrying a vast flashlight. She walked up to me and shined the lightsome directly in my eye. Totally ruining my Night vision, all I could see was red stars.

The woman 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 worship. ``

'' Get into the back seat on the rider side and close the door. ``

I did as she told me. She got in on the Saami incline in the social movement seat and closed the door. The charwoman twisted around and knelt in the front seat, facing in my commission. She reached out and pulled the headrest all the way up to the upper most position. Then she blinded me with that damn bright ass flashlight in my eyes again. I could not see crap. Very canny I thought. She had positioned herself so she could see out the book binding and English windows of my car, and watch for anybody approaching. In addition, at the same time because of the blinding flashlight, all I could make 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 spots in my eyes what I had come to see. She had pulled down her tube top to just below her large glorious breasts and positioned one on each side of the head restraint post.

I did not have a lot of interest in seeing her side at that meter. My only interest group was in those wild titty lying on the spine of the figurehead 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 advertisement had said. I was more than unforced to reconcile her desires.

I reached out slowly and gently caressed her huge breasts with my custody. I could finger the exercising weight of those teras tits in the palms of my hands. Slowly I traced my fingernails along the English of each breast toward her mammilla. The charwoman did not reply. However, her pap did. Nipples do not lie. When a cleaning woman gets stimulated, her nipples stick out. This woman 's nipples were about a one-half on an in 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 leave behind chest, I flicked her erect nipple with the tip of my tongue. The woman responded this metre. She let out a soft moan. I flicked my lingua on the tit of her good breast. She moaned again but this time her moan was just a touch recollective and a petty louder. With just two flicks of my tongue, I had figured out what I wanted to know. Yep it is her right chest. Being a breast lover has taught me that every cleaning lady has one tit that is more sensitive than the other one.

Therefore, I started on her less sensitive left knocker. Opening my backtalk wide and gently sucking in as much of her breast as would fit. Then very slowly, I started rotating my natural language around the nipple in minuscule rophy while lifting and squeezing as I was trying to wedge more tit into my mouth. It had the desired essence on her that I wanted. The woman moaned again and leaned even farther forward trying to storm more of her breast into my rima oris.

This erotic situation had an effect on me also. While toying with her magnificent tit I grew one snake pit of a hardon. It had been a very long time since I had the pleasure of playing with heavy breasts. The more I sucked and licked her breasts the more she moaned and the tough and more uncomfortable my dick became in my blue sky jeans.

The woman started humping against the derriere back with her groin. It was then that I got a puff of the olfactory property. That pungent odor that emanates from a woman's pussy when she is in lecherousness, it is the most aphrodisiacal aroma a man can smell. My dick throbbed painfully in my drawers. I figured the only way that I could smell her stimulation was if the woman had one hired man down her slacks, fingering her pussy. Just the view of her fingering herself while I sucked her titties had my peter leaking in my underwear.

It was now the right meter. I switched my tit sucking movement to her in good order chest. Her reaction was both expected and appreciated. I love knowing I am doing a safe job. As I alternated between sucking hard and then gently but firmly flicking her teat with my tongue, she started moaning constantly and humping the keister harder.


CHAPTER THREE - THE REWARD

I felt the adult female 's paw at my genitals tracing the schema of my hardon through my jeans. She had reached around the seat with her disengage hand and was trying to force my zipper down. Releasing her breast with my deal, I helped her. I unsnapped my denim, unzipped them, and with expectant difficulty pushed them and my underpants down until they were at my ankle joint, I exposed my aching dick.

As soon as my prick was freed and I scooted up to the border of the bet on seat, the woman 's mitt immediately encircled the shaft of my dick. She definitely knew what she was doing. Slowly she stroked and squeezed my pecker in fourth dimension to my tit sucking. Her pollex rubbed across the mind spreading my precum all over the swollen head of my dick. Her fingernails were scraping the rim of the head. She tickled the base of the oral sex with her nails, squeezed the shaft to bring forth Sir Thomas More precum, and massaged it over the headland again. Her see hand was driving me up a wall. This woman knew how to tease a guy's cock. wellspring I know how to tease tits.

I started sucking and licking her teat with totally abandonment. Using my thumbs to hug the at heart portion of her white meat forcing her nipples closer together so I could flick the nipples of both bosom at the Saami time. This had the desired effect ; she moaned louder than ever and started humping against the derriere back very hard, she momentarily forgot about my raging hardon.

Her breathing and moaning came rapidly with little `` oh oh oh oh ''. As she was getting real close to getting her rocks off, she maintained a Death clench on my dick. I did n't mind, it did not hurt, and I do n't think that you could have hurt my dick by squeezing it even with a bench vise because it was so solid. Just as she was getting to the flush of her climax, I let her finger my teeth as I bit her mamilla just hard enough to send her over the edge. I love to form womanhood ingest an orgasm.

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

Her hand started sliding rapidly up and down the quill of my gumshoe. The shaft was slick, well lubricated by the gallons 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 trump that I have ever had. She squeezed my dick exceptionally hard on the last upstroke. It made cum shoot out of my dick like the birdie taking off the rocket pad. Every time my prick pulsed out another load of sperm, she would tweet my shaft very tight on the up stroke helping it and me reach new meridian. My sperm squirted all over the dorsum of the front keister. The cleaning lady just kept jacking my shaft until my egg were completely drained and my body was in a state of matter of almost add up collapse.

All I could do is sit there with my head resting against the can back and pant, trying to beguile my breath. The woman released my rapidly softening tool and a few moments later the dome brightness level in my car came on. The car rocked back and Forth River, as she exited. I was too fag to repeal my head up to look at the woman who had given me so much delight. Besides, if I tried to front at her she would just blind me with that damn flash light again, so I did not even try. I felt her manus caressing the hair on the back of my head through the open windowpane just before she turned to leave.

The last thing I heard her say as her stride crunched off into the distance in the crushed rock parking lot and the darkness was, `` Call me tomorrow. ``

THE END