Canis latrans history : THE boob fan ( M/F mast, cons )
Written by Koyote


CHAPTER ONE - THE PERSONAL AD

I ran across an advert in the personals section of the newspaper. It was a simple short advertisement 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 serious need employ, call ( nnn ) nnn-nnnn.

Large breasted cleaning lady are my weakness. I start drooling every time one of them gets their huge knocker close to me. What was there to misplace ? What was there to gain ? The exam with possible rewards was the up side. The down side was it is more than likely a blind, some hooker trying to drum up business organization. What is the bad that could occur ; 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 Call. A couple of week past before I got up sufficiency intestinal fortitude to plunk up the telephone. I always pay for my procrastination ; the number was disconnected. wellspring I guess the magnanimous front cleaning lady had found a worshiper.

Two week later, the Lapplander advertizing appeared again with a different phone numeral. I tripped over a president in my haste to get to the telephone. hoot, no answer. At least the number was working this metre. I just had to regain out if this was for real.

A brace of hours and respective unrequited endeavor later the phone was finally answered, by a simple machine. It verified the telephone identification number and instructed me to forget a message ; I hung up. What could I say to a automobile ? Are you the motorcar with large breast ? I sat around for a spell trying to decide if I should yell again and what I would say if the damn car answered. My hot pants won out and I dialed the telephone number again.

The machine answered. `` Ah, hello ... 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 representative broke in, `` howdy, I do n't want to know your name. epithet are not significant '', she said, `` The only matter important to me is how much you do like large breasts. ``

'' I love big breasts ; they are the sexiest thing in the world."I replied.

'' wellspring you WILL accept to prove that to ME, '' the woman stated.

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

'' First you have to bang there will be no fucking, '' she said flatly, `` You only get to fondle 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 theatrical role of the mental test. If you pass the run then I MIGHT fall in you a reward. But you have to prove to me that you worship my titty as they should be worshiped."She paused.

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

'' Jesus lady you drive a grueling bargain,"I protested.

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

'' Okay lady okay, where and when ? ``

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

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

'' The other one, in about a hour. '' 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 people of colour of car do you give birth ? ``

I told the female phonation on the other end of the phone 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 prison term and fig out what the hell on earth I was getting myself into. I was getting nervous about this meeting. Maybe I am just paranoid. No, I 'm horny, blame horny. My last two girl did n't possess a comme il faut set of titmouse even if you added them together. I think that is what I was missing in those family relationship, tit lust.

So I have called a stranger, a adult female who put an ad in the paper saying she wants someone to revere her boob. I have promised to see her without knowing what she looks like or even if she will let me see her breasts. And worst of all, she gets to jibe me out and if she does n't like what she sees I wo n't even know if she was there or not. If she does n't care me, I 'll bet the telephone gets disconnected again too.

What do I get out of all this, a obscure promise of a wages ? If I worship her breasts, how do you worship breasts ? Get down on your human knee bowing and proclaiming 'Oh holy breasts'. well at least I get to watch some aeroplane landings ; I have not done that in a while.



CHAPTER TWO - THE MEETING


There were seven or eight machine in the viewing lot when I arrived. I parked at the vertebral column of the lot, my car facing away from the aerodrome as instructed by the female voice on the phone. I turned off my engine but left the key on so I could listen to the receiving set as I waited. I got out and walked around to the dorsum of the car to sit on the pull up stakes rear bumper as instruct. For about ten second, I watched cars pull in and out and tried to peer into the other cars to try to figure out if the large breasted woman was there.

It was getting dark rapidly on this affectionate moonless summer Nox. There was no clarification in the viewing area ; all you could see was the headlamp of the passing game traffic and the landing lights on the aircraft and airport runway and taxicab lights.

person approached me from the other side of my car. All I could see in the darkness was that it was a cleaning lady wearing a tube top and slacks and carrying a huge flashlight. She walked up to me and shined the light directly in my eyes. Totally ruining my nighttime vision, all I could see was red stars.

The cleaning lady spoke first. She asked me why I was there. I responded with the idiom that I had been instructed me to say, `` I 'm here to idolize. ``

'' Get into the back seat on the passenger slope and close the threshold. ``

I did as she told me. She got in on the Saami side in the front end keister and closed the threshold. The woman twisted around and knelt in the front seat, facing in my direction. 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 shit. 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 Saami metre because of the blinding torch, all I could take out of her face was a blur with red spots.

She instructed me to tilt 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 vacuum tube top to just below her large glorious breasts and positioned one on each side of the head restraint post.

I did not hold a lot of sake in seeing her aspect at that time. My only pastime was in those terrific tits lying on the dorsum of the face 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 willing to accommodate her desires.

I reached out slowly and gently caressed her huge breasts with my hands. I could find the free weight of those monster boob in the palms of my hands. Slowly I traced my fingernails along the sides of each bosom toward her mamilla. The woman did not reply. However, her nipples did. mammilla do not lie. When a woman gets stimulated, her nipples stick out. This cleaning lady '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 nominate them longer.

letting down my mouth to her left breast, I flicked her erect tit with the tip of my tongue. The woman responded this time. She let out a soft moan. I flicked my lingua on the nipple of her rightfulness breast. She moaned again but this time her moan was just a bear upon longer and a piddling louder. With just two flicks of my lingua, I had figured out what I wanted to know. Yep it is her mightily chest. Being a white meat lover has taught me that every cleaning lady has one breast that is more sensitive than the other one.

Therefore, I started on her less sensitive left white meat. Opening my backtalk wide and gently sucking in as a great deal of her boob as would fit. Then very slowly, I started rotating my knife around the nipple in little roofy while lifting and squeezing as I was trying to draw More tit into my back talk. It had the desired effect on her that I wanted. The woman moaned again and leaned even farther forward trying to force to a greater extent of her tit into my mouth.

This erotic situation had an result on me also. While toying with her magnificent breasts I grew one hell of a hardon. It had been a very long meter since I had the pleasure of playing with enceinte bosom. The more I sucked and licked her breasts the More she moaned and the harder and more uncomfortable my dick became in my blue jeans.

The woman started humping against the buttocks back with her groin. It was then that I got a whiff of the scent. That pungent olfactory property that emanates from a woman's snatch when she is in lust, it is the most aphrodisiac aroma a man can smell. My dick throbbed painfully in my pants. I figured the only way that I could smell her arousal was if the woman had one hand down her slacks, fingering her pussy. Just the thought of her fingering herself while I sucked her titties had my dick leaking in my underwear.

It was now the right prison term. I switched my tit sucking efforts to her in good order breast. Her response was both expected and appreciated. I love knowing I am doing a upright job. As I alternated between sucking hard and then gently but firmly flicking her mammilla with my tongue, she started moaning constantly and humping the seat harder.


CHAPTER THREE - THE REWARD

I felt the cleaning lady 's deal at my privates tracing the outline of my hardon through my blue jean. She had reached around the rear with her free hand and was trying to pull my zipper down. Releasing her chest with my hands, I helped her. I unsnapped my dungaree, unzipped them, and with with child difficulty pushed them and my underpants down until they were at my mortise joint, I exposed my aching dick.

As soon as my gumshoe was freed and I scooted up to the boundary of the dorsum seat, the adult female 's paw immediately encircled the irradiation of my dick. She definitely knew what she was doing. Slowly she stroked and squeezed my dick in meter to my tit sucking. Her ovolo rubbed across the head spreading my precum all over the swollen straits of my shaft. Her fingernails were scraping the rim of the head. She tickled the alkali of the fountainhead with her nails, squeezed the shaft to get more precum, and massaged it over the head again. Her experienced handwriting was driving me up a wall. This woman knew how to tease a guy's dick. Well I know how to tease tits.

I started sucking and licking her titty with totally abandonment. Using my thumbs to coerce the deep down portion of her breasts forcing her pap closer together so I could flick the nipples of both teat at the Lapplander clip. This had the want effect ; she moaned louder than ever and started humping against the ass 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 grip on my dick. I did n't mind, it did not hurt, and I do n't think that you could let hurt my cock by squeezing it even with a vise because it was so square. Just as she was getting to the extremum of her climax, I let her experience my teeth as I bit her teat just hard enough to send her over the sharpness. I love to make up woman deliver an orgasm.

As her coming subsided, I slowed my sucking and nibbling down to let her down gently. She on the former handwriting did just the diametrical with her helping hand on my dick.

Her hand started sliding rapidly up and down the dig of my gumshoe. The tool was glib, 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 hawkshaw exceptionally hard on the endure upstroke. It made cum shoot out of my dick like the shuttle taking off the garden rocket pad. Every time my incision pulsed out another load of sperm, she would squeeze my pecker very tight on the up stroke helping it and me reach new heights. My sperm squirted all over the back of the front seat. The woman just kept jacking my hawkshaw until my testicles were completely drained and my organic structure was in a land of almost totality collapse.

All I could do is sit there with my head word resting against the fanny back and pant, trying to catch my breath. The char released my rapidly softening prick and a few moments later the dome light in my car came on. The car rocked back and forth, as she exited. I was too commonplace to lift my head up to depend at the woman who had given me so much joy. Besides, if I tried to attend 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 on the backrest of my head through the unfold window just before she turned to leave.

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

THE END