prairie wolf Chronicles : THE titty LOVER ( 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 advertisement but it was intriguing because of what it promised. The ad simply stated :

Large breasted woman looking for worshiper
wages given only to those who can worship properly.
There testament be a mental test
Only serious need apply, call ( nnn ) nnn-nnnn.

Large breasted women are my weakness. I start drooling every time one of them gets their vast titty close to me. What was there to lose ? What was there to bring in ? The test with possible advantage was the up side. The blue side was it is more than likely a subterfuge, some hooker trying to drum up concern. What is the worst that could hap ; I could die. What the Scheol, you can not be killed over the telephone set. At least I never heard of that happening over the telephone.

I was apprehensive so I kept putting off making the call. A duad of week past before I got up enough intestinal fortitude to pick up the telephone. I always pay for my dilatoriness ; the numeral was disconnected. Well I guess the large breasted woman had found a worshiper.

Two weeks later, the same advertisement appeared again with a dissimilar telephone set act. I tripped over a chair in my haste to get to the telephone. damn, no answer. At least the issue was working this time. I just had to bump out if this was for real.

A dyad of minute and several unrequited attempts later the telephone was finally answered, by a car. It verified the telephone number and instructed me to go out a substance ; I hung up. What could I say to a political machine ? Are you the machine with orotund chest ? I sat around for a while trying to decide if I should shout out again and what I would say if the damn political machine answered. My horniness won out and I dialed the phone number again.

The machine answered. `` Ah, hello ... 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 person vox broke in, `` howdy, I do n't want to have it away your name. name calling are not important '', she said, `` The entirely affair important to me is how much you do like large breasts. ``

'' I love big titty ; they are the sexy thing in the world."I replied.

'' wellspring you WILL induce to prove that to ME, '' the adult female stated.

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

'' kickoff you have to acknowledge there will be no fuck, '' she said flatly, `` You only get to caress my tit as long as I want you too, and that 's it. Is that understood ? ``

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

'' That 's the way it will be, that 's part of the exam. If you pass the test then I MIGHT give you a payoff. 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 titty or not ? '' she asked.

'' Jesus of Nazareth lady you drive a severely steal,"I protested.

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

'' O.K. Lady O.K., 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 60 minutes. '' she said, `` Can you be there in an minute ? ``

'' 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 possess ? ``

I told the female articulation 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 River in my livelihood room to pop fourth dimension and figure of speech out what the hell I was getting myself into. I was getting anxious about this meeting. Maybe I am just paranoiac. No, I 'm horny, damn horny. My shoemaker's last two girlfriends did n't give a comely set of tits even if you added them together. I think that is what I was missing in those relationships, tit lust.

So I have called a stranger, a woman who put an ad in the paper saying she wants someone to hero-worship her bosom. I have promised to meet her without knowing what she looks like or even if she will let me see her chest. And unsound of all, she gets to contain me out and if she does n't like what she sees I wo n't even have a go at it 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 reinforcement ? If I worship her breasts, how do you worship breasts ? Get down on your stifle bowing and proclaiming 'Oh holy breasts'. wellspring 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 cable car in the showing lot when I arrived. I parked at the dorsum of the lot, my car facing away from the airdrome as instructed by the female voice on the headphone. I turned off my engine but left the key on so I could listen to the radiocommunication as I waited. I got out and walked around to the rear of the car to sit on the allow can bumper as instructed. For about ten minutes, I watched auto perpetrate in and out and tried to peer into the other auto to try to project out if the boastfully breasted woman was there.

It was getting dark rapidly on this warm moonless summer night. There was no illumination in the look at sphere ; all you could see was the headlight of the passing game traffic and the bring lights on the aircraft and airport runway and taxi lights.

Someone approached me from the former side of my car. All I could see in the darkness was that it was a woman wearing a tubing top and quagmire and carrying a vast flashlight. She walked up to me and shined the low-cal directly in my optic. Totally ruining my night vision, all I could see was red stars.

The cleaning lady 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 revere. ``

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

I did as she told me. She got in on the same side in the front prat and closed the door. 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 tinker's dam bright ass flashlight in my eyes again. I could not see shit. Very cagy I thought. She had positioned herself so she could see out the back and face windows of my car, and ticker for anybody approaching. In addition, at the Lapplander time because of the blinding flashlight, all I could make out of her human face was a blur with red spots.

She instructed me to tilt forward. As I leaned forward, I could see though the touch in my oculus what I had come to see. She had pulled down her pipe top to just below her with child magnificent breasts and positioned one on each slope of the headrest post.

I did not have a lot of interest in seeing her grimace at that metre. My only interestingness was in those fantastic tits lying on the back of the front man seat begging to be kissed and fondled. She had told me that she did not require 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 breast with my hands. I could finger the weight of those goliath tit in the palms of my hands. Slowly I traced my fingernails along the sides of each breast toward her nipples. The cleaning woman did not react. However, her nipples did. teat do not lie. When a woman gets stimulated, her nipples stick out. This adult female 's nipples were about a one-half on an column 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 backtalk to her pull up stakes breast, I flicked her erect nipple with the tip of my lingua. The woman responded this clock time. She let out a soft moan. I flicked my tongue on the nipple of her right tit. She moaned again but this prison term her moan was just a have-to doe with thirster and a little louder. With just two movie of my tongue, I had figured out what I wanted to have intercourse. Yep it is her mightily bosom. Being a titty devotee has taught me that every woman has one boob that is more sensitive than the early one.

Therefore, I started on her less sensitive left breast. Opening my lip wide-cut and gently sucking in as practically of her white meat as would fit. Then very slowly, I started rotating my spit around the mamilla in small circles while lifting and squeezing as I was trying to thrust more tit into my sassing. It had the desired outcome on her that I wanted. The woman moaned again and leaned even farther forward trying to draw More of her breast into my mouth.

This erotic post had an effect on me also. While toying with her magnificent white meat I grew one hell of a hardon. It had been a very long time since I had the pleasure of playing with bombastic breasts. The more I sucked and licked her chest the more she moaned and the gruelling and more uncomfortable my dick became in my blue jeans.

The charwoman started humping against the seat back with her groin. It was then that I got a whiff of the olfactory property. That pungent odor that emanates from a woman's kitty-cat when she is in lust, it is the most aphrodisiac odor a man can smack. My shaft throbbed painfully in my pants. I figured the sole way that I could smell her arousal was if the woman had one hand down her slacks, fingering her twat. Just the intellection of her fingering herself while I sucked her bosom had my dick leaking in my underwear.

It was now the right time. I switched my tit sucking efforts to her right bosom. Her 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 seat harder.


CHAPTER terzetto - THE reward

I felt the fair sex 's hired hand at my crotch tracing the outline of my hardon through my jeans. She had reached around the fanny with her free hand and was trying to rend my zipper down. Releasing her breast with my handwriting, I helped her. I unsnapped my jeans, unzipped them, and with great difficulty pushed them and my underpants down until they were at my ankles, I exposed my aching dick.

As soon as my dick was freed and I scooted up to the edge of the back tail, the woman 's bridge player immediately encircled the cock of my dick. She definitely knew what she was doing. Slowly she stroked and squeezed my peter in time to my tit sucking. Her pollex rubbed across the head spreading my precum all over the puff up caput of my putz. Her fingernails were scraping the rim of the head. She tickled the theme of the head with her nails, squeezed the rotating shaft to get more than precum, and massaged it over the school principal again. Her live hand was driving me up a bulwark. This woman knew how to razz a guy's gumshoe. Well I know how to tease tits.

I started sucking and licking her tits with totally abandonment. Using my thumbs to wring the at heart portion of her knocker forcing her mammilla closer together so I could riff the nipples of both tits at the same clip. This had the sought after burden ; she moaned louder than ever and started humping against the seat back very hard, she momentarily forgot about my raging hardon.

Her ventilation and moaning came rapidly with minuscule `` oh oh oh oh ''. As she was getting real close to getting her rocks off, she maintained a decease grip on my dick. I did n't beware, it did not hurt, and I do n't recollect that you could have 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 climax, I let her feel my dentition as I bit her teat just hard enough to direct her over the edge. I love to make char deliver an orgasm.

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

Her hand started sliding rapidly up and down the shaft of my dick. The barb 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 sexual climax that she gave was one of the best that I have ever had. She squeezed my dick exceptionally hard on the stopping point upstroke. It made cum shoot out of my putz like the birdie taking off the rocket pad. Every prison term my prick pulsed out another consignment of spermatozoan, she would squeeze my shaft very tight on the up stroke helping it and me reach new heights. My spermatozoon squirted all over the back of the front hindquarters. The woman just kept jacking my dick until my testicles were completely drained and my body was in a United States Department of State of almost total collapse.

All I could do is sit there with my head resting against the seat back and trouser, trying to becharm my breath. The woman released my rapidly softening prick and a few moments later the dome brightness in my car came on. The car rocked back and Forth River, as she exited. I was too wear down to arise my head up to look at the fair sex who had given me so a lot pleasure. Besides, if I tried to wait at her she would just blind me with that damn flash light again, so I did not even try. I felt her helping hand caressing the tomentum on the back of my head through the open up window just before she turned to leave.

The go affair I heard her say as her footsteps crunched off into the distance in the gravel parking lot and the swarthiness was, `` Call me tomorrow. ``

THE END