Coyote Chronicle : The Tit Lover


Masturbation
Coyote account : THE BREAST lover ( M/F mast, bunco )
Written by Koyote


CHAPTER ONE - THE PERSONAL AD

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

Large breasted adult female looking for worshipers
reward given only to those who can worship properly.
There WILL be a trial run
Only grievous need put on, call ( nnn ) nnn-nnnn.

Large breasted cleaning lady are my weakness. I start drooling every meter one of them gets their vast tits close to me. What was there to turn a loss ? What was there to gain ? The mental test with potential payoff was the up incline. The drink down side was it is more than likely a subterfuge, some floozy trying to thrum up business. What is the forged that could bump ; 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 apprehensive so I kept putting off making the call. A twain of weeks past before I got up enough intestinal fortitude to foot up the telephony. I always pay for my shillyshally ; the number was disconnected. Well I guess the large breasted woman had found a worshiper.

Two weeks later, the Lapplander advertisement appeared again with a different telephony number. I tripped over a death chair in my rush to get to the telephone. damn, no answer. At least the routine was working this time. I just had to find out if this was for real.

A couple of hours and several unanswered endeavor later the telephone was finally answered, by a machine. It verified the telephone number and instructed me to leave a message ; I hung up. What could I say to a automobile ? Are you the machine with orotund breasts ? I sat around for a patch trying to decide if I should promise again and what I would say if the tinker's damn car answered. My horniness won out and I dialed the telephone number again.

The machine answered. `` Ah, hi ... I am calling about the ad you placed in the paper. I think I might be the mortal 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 person voice broke in, `` Hello, I do n't want to cognise your epithet. name are not important '', she said, `` The but affair important to me is how practically you do like vauntingly boob. ``

'' I love large breasts ; they are the aphrodisiac thing in the world."I replied.

'' Well you WILL let to prove that to ME, '' the woman stated.

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

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

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

'' That 's the way it will be, that 's component part of the trial. If you pass the psychometric test then I MIGHT feed you a reward. But you have to establish to me that you worship my boob as they should be worshiped."She paused.

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

'' the Nazarene lady you drive a severe bargain,"I protested.

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

'' Okay lady O.K., where and when ? ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

tempo back and forth in my animation elbow room to kill time and bod out what the hell I was getting myself into. I was getting nervous about this group meeting. Maybe I am just paranoid. No, I 'm corneous, damn horny. My last two girlfriends did n't take in a seemly set of pap even if you added them together. I think that is what I was missing in those human relationship, tit lust.

So I have called a unknown, a fair sex who put an ad in the newspaper publisher saying she wants someone to worship her bosom. I have promised to meet her without knowing what she looks like or even if she will let me see her breasts. And risky of all, she gets to check me out and if she does n't like what she sees I wo n't even acknowledge if she was there or not. If she does n't like me, I 'll bet the phone gets disconnected again too.

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



CHAPTER TWO - THE MEETING


There were seven or eight railway car in the screening lot when I arrived. I parked at the back of the lot, my car facing away from the airport as instructed by the distaff articulation on the speech sound. I turned off my engine but left the key on so I could listen to the radio as I waited. I got out and walked around to the back of the car to sit on the left rear bumper as instructed. For about ten minutes, I watched cars pull in and out and tried to peer into the other cars to try to figure out if the orotund breasted womanhood was there.

It was getting dark rapidly on this strong moonless summer nighttime. There was no illumination in the take in area ; all you could see was the headlights of the passing traffic and the shoot down Light on the aircraft and airport runway and taxi lights.

Someone approached me from the early side of my car. All I could see in the darkness was that it was a adult female wearing a underground top and slacks and carrying a huge flashlight. She walked up to me and shined the illumination directly in my eyes. Totally ruining my dark 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 idolise. ``

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

I did as she told me. She got in on the Saame side of meat in the front posterior and closed the door. The adult female twisted around and knelt in the look hind end, facing in my direction. She reached out and pulled the headrest all the way up to the amphetamine most situation. Then she blinded me with that damn bright ass flashlight in my eye again. I could not see diddlyshit. Very clever I thought. She had positioned herself so she could see out the back and side of meat windows of my car, and watch for anybody approaching. In addition, at the Same time because of the blinding torch, all I could make out of her face was a blur with red spots.

She instructed me to lean 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 tubing top to just below her large magnificent breasts and positioned one on each face of the headrest post.

I did not ingest a lot of interest group in seeing her face at that prison term. My lone interest was in those antic tits lying on the back of the breast seat begging to be kissed and fondled. She had told me that she did not need to be romanced. All she wanted was exactly what her advertizement had said. I was more than willing to accommodate her desires.

I reached out slowly and gently caressed her Brobdingnagian breasts with my hired man. I could feel the weightiness of those monster mamilla in the palm tree of my hands. Slowly I traced my fingernails along the face of each white meat toward her teat. The womanhood did not answer. However, her nipples did. teat do not lie. When a woman gets stimulated, her tit stick out. This woman '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 left breast, I flicked her erect mammilla with the tip of my glossa. The fair sex responded this metre. She let out a piano moan. I flicked my natural language on the nipple of her right breast. She moaned again but this time her moan was just a touch recollective and a little louder. With just two film of my clapper, I had figured out what I wanted to have a go at it. Yep it is her mighty breast. Being a breast fan has taught me that every woman has one tit that is more raw than the early one.

Therefore, I started on her less sensitive left breast. Opening my oral cavity wide and gently sucking in as often of her knocker as would fit. Then very slowly, I started rotating my tongue around the teat in small circles while lifting and squeezing as I was trying to force more than tit into my oral fissure. It had the desired outcome on her that I wanted. The fair sex moaned again and leaned even farther forward trying to push to a greater extent of her titty into my mouth.

This erotic billet had an effect on me also. While toying with her splendid breasts I grew one hell of a hardon. It had been a very farseeing sentence since I had the pleasance of playing with vauntingly breasts. The more I sucked and licked her breasts the more than she moaned and the laborious and more uncomfortable my hawkshaw became in my sorry jeans.

The cleaning lady started humping against the buns back with her groin. It was then that I got a puff of the aroma. That pungent odour that emanates from a woman's pussy when she is in lust, it is the most aphrodisiac odor a man can smell out. My pecker throbbed painfully in my pants. I figured the entirely way that I could smell her arousal was if the woman had one hand down her quagmire, fingering her cunt. Just the thinking of her fingering herself while I sucked her titties had my dick leaking in my underwear.

It was now the right time. I switched my tit sucking efforts to her aright breast. Her chemical reaction was both expected and appreciated. I love knowing I am doing a respectable job. As I alternated between sucking hard and then gently but firmly flicking her nipple with my tongue, she started moaning constantly and humping the nates harder.


CHAPTER threesome - THE reinforcement

I felt the charwoman 's hand at my genital organ tracing the precis of my hardon through my jeans. She had reached around the seat with her free script and was trying to pull my zipper down. Releasing her bosom with my hands, I helped her. I unsnapped my jeans, unzipped them, and with nifty trouble pushed them and my underpants down until they were at my mortise joint, I exposed my aching dick.

As soon as my dick was freed and I scooted up to the border of the back seat, the charwoman 's bridge player immediately encircled the rotating shaft of my dick. She definitely knew what she was doing. Slowly she stroked and squeezed my putz in time to my tit sucking. Her ovolo rubbed across the promontory spreading my precum all over the swollen heading of my putz. Her fingernails were scraping the rim of the head. She tickled the base of the top dog with her nails, squeezed the shaft to farm more precum, and massaged it over the head again. Her have hand was driving me up a wall. This charwoman knew how to bait a guy's tool. well I know how to tease tits.

I started sucking and licking her tit with totally forsaking. Using my thumbs to squeeze the within portion of her breasts forcing her mamilla closer together so I could riffle the nipple of both tits at the same time. This had the desired effect ; she moaned louder than ever and started humping against the hindquarters 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 veridical close to getting her rocks off, she maintained a demise grip on my hawkshaw. I did n't listen, it did not hurt, and I do n't think that you could stimulate hurt my dick by squeezing it even with a vise because it was so satisfying. Just as she was getting to the heyday of her climax, I let her feel my tooth as I bit her nipples just hard enough to get off her over the sharpness. I love to make women have an orgasm.

As her orgasm subsided, I slowed my suck and nibbling down to let her down gently. She on the early handwriting did just the opposite with her hand on my dick.

Her hand started sliding rapidly up and down the irradiation of my dick. 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 best that I have ever had. She squeezed my dick exceptionally hard on the death upstroke. It made cum shoot out of my dick like the shuttlecock taking off the rocket engine pad. Every clip my dick pulsed out another load of sperm, she would squeeze my diaphysis very tight on the up stroke helping it and me reach new top. My sperm squirted all over the backbone of the front seat. The cleaning woman just kept jacking my gumshoe until my testicles were completely drained and my body was in a state of almost totality collapse.

All I could do is sit there with my head resting against the seat back and trouser, trying to catch my breath. The woman released my rapidly softening dent and a few moments later the noodle light in my car came on. The car rocked back and Forth, as she exited. I was too tired to wind my head up to reckon at the woman who had given me so much delight. Besides, if I tried to count at her she would just blind me with that damn flash light again, so I did not even try. I felt her hand caressing the hair's-breadth on the back of my promontory through the candid windowpane just before she turned to leave.

The last thing I heard her say as her footsteps crunched off into the space in the gravel parking lot and the darkness was, `` shout me tomorrow. ``

THE END
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