Canis latrans story : THE BREAST buff ( M/F mast, cons )
Written by Koyote


CHAPTER ONE - THE PERSONAL AD

I ran across an advertisement in the personals section of the newspaper. It was a simple little advertizement 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 hero-worship properly.
There testament be a test
Only serious need give, call ( nnn ) nnn-nnnn.

Large breasted cleaning lady are my weakness. I start drooling every fourth dimension one of them gets their Brobdingnagian tit close to me. What was there to mislay ? What was there to gain ? The test with potential advantage was the up side. The down side was it is more than likely a subterfuge, some hooker trying to drum up business. What is the worst 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 discerning so I kept putting off making the call. A couplet of weeks past before I got up sufficiency intestinal fortitude to pick up the telephone. I always pay for my procrastination ; the telephone number was disconnected. fountainhead I guess the enceinte front woman had found a worshiper.

Two weeks later, the same ad appeared again with a different phone number. I tripped over a chairman in my haste to get to the telephony. damn, no answer. At least the numeral was working this clip. I just had to find out if this was for real.

A duo of hr and several unanswered attempts later the telephone was finally answered, by a simple machine. It verified the telephony number and instructed me to result a message ; I hung up. What could I say to a machine ? Are you the machine with large bosom ? I sat around for a while trying to resolve if I should call again and what I would say if the damn automobile answered. My horniness won out and I dialed the telephony number again.

The machine answered. `` Ah, hi ... I am calling about the ad you placed in the paper. I think I might be the individual 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 part broke in, `` howdy, I do n't want to know your name. public figure are not important '', she said, `` The only matter important to me is how often you do like large breasts. ``

'' I love large titty ; they are the aphrodisiac matter in the world."I replied.

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

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

'' start you have to be intimate there will be no nookie, '' she said flatly, `` You only get to caress my knocker as long as I want you too, and that 's it. Is that understood ? ``

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

'' That 's the way it will be, that 's percentage of the mental test. If you pass the test then I MIGHT give you a payoff. But you have to test 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 white meat or not ? '' she asked.

'' Jesus noblewoman you drive a punishing bargain,"I protested.

'' Yes or no. I have early caller-out. ``

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

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

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

I told the female interpreter on the other end of the phone the information that she wanted and she gave me encourage instructs and then we hung up.

tempo back and forth in my living room to kill metre and physical body out what the hell I was getting myself into. I was getting nervous about this group meeting. Maybe I am just paranoiac. No, I 'm horny, bloody horny. My last two girlfriends did n't have a decently 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 report saying she wants someone to hero-worship her breasts. I have promised to suffer her without knowing what she looks like or even if she will let me see her bosom. And regretful of all, she gets to check me out and if she does n't like what she sees I wo n't even live if she was there or not. If she does n't like me, I 'll bet the telephone gets disconnected again too.

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



CHAPTER TWO - THE MEETING


There were seven or eight railway car in the showing lot when I arrived. I parked at the book binding of the lot, my car facing away from the airport as instructed by the female representative on the earpiece. 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 rear of the car to sit on the left rear bumper as instructed. For about ten minutes, I watched railroad car pull in and out and tried to peer into the former cars to try to figure out if the large breasted adult female was there.

It was getting dark rapidly on this warm moonless summer night. There was no elucidation in the wake area ; all you could see was the headlights of the expiration traffic and the shore lights on the aircraft and airport runway and hack lights.

Someone approached me from the other English of my car. All I could see in the shadow was that it was a woman wearing a thermionic valve top and slack water and carrying a huge flashlight. She walked up to me and shined the lightsome directly in my eyes. Totally ruining my night imagination, 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 idolize. ``

'' Get into the second seat on the rider position and close the threshold. ``

I did as she told me. She got in on the same English in the figurehead rear and closed the room access. The woman twisted around and knelt in the front bum, 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 horseshit. Very apt I thought. She had positioned herself so she could see out the back and side windows of my car, and watch for anybody approaching. In accession, at the like time because of the blinding torch, all I could score out of her nerve was a blur with red spots.

She instructed me to incline forward. As I leaned forward, I could see though the spots in my oculus what I had come to see. She had pulled down her tube top to just below her with child splendid breasts and positioned one on each side of the head restraint post.

I did not cause a lot of sake in seeing her face at that fourth dimension. My only interest was in those fantastic tits lying on the back of the front 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 advertisement had said. I was more than willing to accommodate her desires.

I reached out slowly and gently caressed her vast tit with my manus. I could palpate the weight of those demon pap in the ribbon of my manpower. Slowly I traced my fingernails along the sides of each breast toward her nipples. The woman did not reply. However, her nipples did. Nipples do not lie. When a woman gets stimulated, her nipples stick out. This woman 's mamilla 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 allow white meat, I flicked her tumid nipple with the tip of my tongue. The woman responded this fourth dimension. She let out a soft moan. I flicked my knife on the nipple of her correct breast. She moaned again but this time her moan was just a touch recollective and a lilliputian louder. With just two picture of my tongue, I had figured out what I wanted to know. Yep it is her right breast. Being a bosom lover has taught me that every woman has one breast that is more sore than the other one.

Therefore, I started on her less spiritualist left knocker. Opening my mouthpiece 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 small circles while lifting and squeezing as I was trying to force more tit into my mouth. It had the desire event on her that I wanted. The woman moaned again and leaned even farther forward trying to force more of her breast into my mouth.

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

The woman started humping against the arse back with her groin. It was then that I got a whiff of the odor. That pungent smell that emanates from a charwoman's pussy when she is in luxuria, it is the most aphrodisiac odor a man can smell. My dick throbbed painfully in my pants. I figured the simply way that I could smell out her arousal was if the woman had one hand down her mire, fingering her pussy. Just the idea 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 right knocker. 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 mammilla with my natural language, she started moaning constantly and humping the seat harder.


CHAPTER deuce-ace - THE reinforcement

I felt the woman 's paw at my genital organ tracing the lineation of my hardon through my jeans. She had reached around the seat with her devoid manus and was trying to displume my zipper down. Releasing her white meat with my hands, I helped her. I unsnapped my denim, unzipped them, and with nifty 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 border of the rearward tail, the char 's helping hand immediately encircled the shaft of my hawkshaw. She definitely knew what she was doing. Slowly she stroked and squeezed my dick in fourth dimension to my tit sucking. Her thumb rubbed across the head 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 head with her nails, squeezed the scape to produce more precum, and massaged it over the headway again. Her experienced hired man was driving me up a wall. This woman knew how to tease a guy's dick. Well I know how to rag tits.

I started sucking and licking her mammilla with totally abandonment. Using my quarter round to squeeze the inside portion of her breast forcing her nipple closer together so I could flick the nipple of both boob at the same clock time. This had the desire force ; she moaned louder than ever and started humping against the seat back very hard, she momentarily forgot about my raging hardon.

Her external respiration and moaning came rapidly with little `` oh oh oh oh ''. As she was getting real number close to getting her rock and roll off, she maintained a destruction hairgrip on my dick. I did n't listen, it did not hurt, and I do n't think that you could take hurt my prick 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 teeth as I bit her nipples just hard enough to send her over the bound. I love to make char consume an orgasm.

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

Her script started sliding rapidly up and down the shaft of my dick. The ray of light was dodgy, 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 best that I have ever had. She squeezed my dick exceptionally hard on the last upstroke. It made cum shoot out of my prick like the shuttle taking off the rocket pad. Every time my prick pulsed out another load of spermatozoon, she would hale my shaft very tight on the up diagonal helping it and me reach new height. My sperm squirted all over the back of the front seat. The womanhood just kept jacking my dick until my orchis were completely drained and my body was in a state of almost sum up collapse.

All I could do is sit there with my head resting against the hindquarters back and pant, trying to catch my breath. The cleaning woman released my rapidly softening SOB and a few moments later the noggin luminance in my car came on. The car rocked back and Forth, as she exited. I was too tired to lift my head up to look at the woman who had given me so practically pleasure. Besides, if I tried to look at her she would just blind me with that damn flash light again, so I did not even try. I felt her deal caressing the hair on the back of my head through the capable window just before she turned to leave.

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

THE END