coyote story : THE BREAST LOVER ( M/F mast, confidence trick )
Written by Koyote


CHAPTER ONE - THE PERSONAL AD

I ran across an advertizing in the personals plane section of the newspaper. It was a unproblematic footling advertising but it was intriguing because of what it promised. The ad simply stated :

Large breasted fair sex looking for worshipers
reward given only to those who can worship properly.
There WILL be a test
Only serious need apply, call ( nnn ) nnn-nnnn.

Large breasted adult female are my weakness. I start drooling every time one of them gets their huge teat close to me. What was there to drop off ? What was there to gain ? The exam with possible rewards was the up side. The down incline was it is more than likely a blind, some hustler trying to drum up occupation. What is the bad 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 apprehensive so I kept putting off making the margin call. A couple of week past before I got up enough intestinal fortitude to pick up the telephony. I always pay for my procrastination ; the figure was disconnected. fountainhead I guess the orotund breasted cleaning woman had found a worshiper.

Two weeks later, the same advertisement appeared again with a different telephone number. I tripped over a chair in my haste to get to the telephone. Damn, no answer. At least the number was working this sentence. I just had to find out if this was for real.

A couple of hours and several unreciprocated attempts later the telephone was finally answered, by a machine. It verified the phone telephone number and instructed me to leave alone a message ; I hung up. What could I say to a machine ? Are you the motorcar with great breasts ? I sat around for a while trying to decide if I should yell again and what I would say if the damn machine answered. My hotness 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 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 spokesperson broke in, `` Hello, I do n't want to get laid your epithet. public figure are not important '', she said, `` The only thing important to me is how a good deal you do like large white meat. ``

'' I love large white meat ; they are the sexy thing in the world."I replied.

'' well you WILL have to shew that to ME, '' the adult female stated.

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

'' get-go you have to know there will be no roll in the hay, '' 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 voice of the test. If you pass the tryout then I MIGHT give you a advantage. But you have to prove to me that you worship my bosom as they should be worshiped."She paused.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' Yes I can ... but how will I make out 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 spokesperson on the early end of the telephone set the entropy that she wanted and she gave me further instructs and then we hung up.

Pacing back and forth in my living way to stamp out prison term and digit out what the pit I was getting myself into. I was getting aflutter about this coming together. Maybe I am just paranoid. No, I 'm corneous, damn horny. My final stage two girl did n't have a decently set of tits even if you added them together. I think that is what I was missing in those relationship, tit lust.

So I have called a stranger, a cleaning woman who put an ad in the newspaper publisher saying she wants someone to idolise her breasts. I have promised to adjoin her without knowing what she looks like or even if she will let me see her breasts. And forged of all, she gets to check me out and if she does n't care what she sees I wo n't even bang 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 wispy promise of a advantage ? If I worship her boob, how do you worship bosom ? Get down on your knee bowing and proclaiming 'Oh holy breasts'. well at least I get to watch some plane landings ; I have not done that in a while.



CHAPTER TWO - THE get together


There were seven or eight cars in the viewing lot when I arrived. I parked at the back of the lot, my car facing away from the airdrome as instructed by the female interpreter on the phone. 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 apprise. For about ten second, I watched railcar pull in and out and tried to peer into the early railcar to try to figure out if the turgid breasted cleaning woman was there.

It was getting dark rapidly on this lovesome moonless summer night. There was no illuminance in the viewing sphere ; all you could see was the headlamp of the pass traffic and the bring lights on the aircraft and airport runway and taxi lights.

mortal approached me from the other position of my car. All I could see in the swarthiness was that it was a cleaning lady wearing a tube top and quagmire and carrying a vast torch. She walked up to me and shined the clear directly in my eyes. Totally ruining my night vision, all I could see was red stars.

The cleaning 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 can on the rider side of meat and close the doorway. ``

I did as she told me. She got in on the Sami side of meat in the strawman ass and closed the doorway. The woman twisted around and knelt in the nominal head seat, facing in my steering. She reached out and pulled the head restraint all the way up to the upper most spot. Then she blinded me with that damn bright ass flashlight in my optic again. I could not see shit. Very cagey I thought. She had positioned herself so she could see out the back and side of meat windows of my car, and scout for anybody approaching. In add-on, at the Lapp time because of the blinding flashlight, all I could draw out of her face was a fuzz with red spots.

She instructed me to lean forward. As I leaned forward, I could see though the daub in my eyes what I had come to see. She had pulled down her underground top to just below her heavy magnificent breasts and positioned one on each side of the headrest post.

I did not have a lot of interest in seeing her face at that time. My only stake was in those fantastic boob lying on the rear of the front end 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 hold her desires.

I reached out slowly and gently caressed her huge breasts with my hands. I could feel the weight of those demon mamilla in the medal of my hands. Slowly I traced my fingernails along the sides of each knocker toward her pap. The fair sex did not react. However, her teat did. nipple do not lie. When a womanhood gets stimulated, her tit stick out. This woman 's pap 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 build them longer.

letting down my mouth to her left wing breast, I flicked her upright nipple with the tip of my tongue. The woman responded this time. She let out a soft moan. I flicked my tongue on the tit of her right chest. She moaned again but this time her moan was just a touch longer and a small louder. With just two film of my spit, I had figured out what I wanted to fuck. Yep it is her correct boob. Being a boob lover has taught me that every char has one breast that is more medium than the other one.

Therefore, I started on her less sore left breast. Opening my mouthpiece wide and gently sucking in as much of her boob as would fit. Then very slowly, I started rotating my spit around the nipple in small rophy while lifting and squeezing as I was trying to draw more tit into my mouth. It had the sought after effect on her that I wanted. The woman moaned again and leaned even farther forward trying to force Sir Thomas More of her breast into my mouth.

This erotic state of affairs had an gist on me also. While toying with her magnificent knocker I grew one blaze of a hardon. It had been a very long time since I had the joy of playing with orotund titty. The more I sucked and licked her tit the more she moaned and the punishing and more uncomfortable my dick became in my gamy jeans.

The woman started humping against the nates back with her groin. It was then that I got a whiff of the olfactory perception. That pungent odor that emanates from a cleaning lady's pussy when she is in lust, it is the most aphrodisiac odor a man can smack. 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 slit. Just the thought of her fingering herself while I sucked her titties had my hawkshaw leaking in my underwear.

It was now the rightfield clip. I switched my tit sucking efforts to her right white meat. Her response was both expected and appreciated. I love knowing I am doing a undecomposed job. As I alternated between sucking hard and then gently but firmly flicking her nipple with my knife, she started moaning constantly and humping the rump harder.


CHAPTER THREE - THE payoff

I felt the cleaning woman 's hand at my crotch tracing the outline of my hardon through my jean. She had reached around the prat with her resign script and was trying to pull my zipper down. Releasing her breast with my hands, I helped her. I unsnapped my jeans, unzipped them, and with large difficulty pushed them and my underpants down until they were at my articulatio talocruralis, I exposed my aching dick.

As soon as my dick was freed and I scooted up to the edge of the spinal column seat, the woman 's hired hand immediately encircled the shaft of my shaft. She definitely knew what she was doing. Slowly she stroked and squeezed my dick in time to my tit sucking. Her pollex rubbed across the head teacher spreading my precum all over the swollen pass of my peter. Her fingernails were scraping the rim of the head. She tickled the foot of the chief with her nails, squeezed the shaft to produce more precum, and massaged it over the head again. Her know mitt was driving me up a paries. This fair sex knew how to tease a guy's dick. well I know how to tease tits.

I started sucking and licking her tit with totally abandonment. Using my thumbs to squeeze the inside portion of her breast forcing her mammilla closer together so I could flick the nipples of both knocker at the same time. This had the sought after effect ; 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 slight `` oh oh oh oh ''. As she was getting real close to getting her rocks off, she maintained a destruction grip on my dick. I did n't bear in mind, it did not hurt, and I do n't intend that you could have hurt my shaft by squeezing it even with a bench vise because it was so solid. Just as she was getting to the peak of her climax, I let her finger my tooth as I bit her nipples just hard enough to send her over the edge. I love to puddle women have an orgasm.

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

Her hand started sliding rapidly up and down the scape of my dick. The rotating shaft was slick, well lubricated by the gallon 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 Charles Herbert Best that I have ever had. She squeezed my peter exceptionally hard on the last upstroke. It made cum shoot out of my dick like the shuttle taking off the rocket pad. Every time my dickhead pulsed out another lode of sperm, she would squeeze my barb very tight on the up stroke helping it and me reach new altitude. My sperm squirted all over the rachis of the battlefront seat. The woman just kept jacking my cock until my ball were completely drained and my body was in a state of almost tally collapse.

All I could do is sit there with my head resting against the seat back and pant, trying to grab my breath. The woman released my rapidly softening prick and a few moments later the bean light in my car came on. The car rocked back and Forth, as she exited. I was too commonplace to go up my head up to wait at the woman who had given me so much joy. 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 manus caressing the hairsbreadth on the dorsum of my headway through the give window just before she turned to leave.

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

THE END