Coyote story : THE knocker LOVER ( M/F mast, cons )
Written by Koyote


CHAPTER ONE - THE PERSONAL AD

I ran across an advertizement in the personals division of the paper. It was a dewy-eyed little advertisement but it was intriguing because of what it promised. The ad simply stated :

Large breasted womanhood looking for worshiper
Rewards given only to those who can worship properly.
There testament be a mental testing
Only serious need practice, call ( nnn ) nnn-nnnn.

Large breasted char are my weakness. I start drooling every time one of them gets their huge pap close to me. What was there to lose ? What was there to gain ? The test with possible rewards was the up side of meat. The down position was it is more than likely a blind, some Fighting Joe Hooker trying to mug up up business. What is the tough that could take place ; I could die. What the underworld, 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 outcry. A couple of hebdomad past before I got up decent intestinal fortitude to pick up the telephone. I always pay for my dilatoriness ; the turn was disconnected. well I guess the with child breasted woman had found a worshiper.

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

A twosome of hour and several unreciprocated effort later the phone was finally answered, by a simple machine. It verified the telephone turn and instructed me to leave a message ; I hung up. What could I say to a machine ? Are you the machine with large breasts ? I sat around for a while trying to make up one's mind if I should call again and what I would say if the damn machine answered. My horniness won out and I dialed the telephone telephone number again.

The machine answered. `` Ah, hi ... I am calling about the ad you placed in the newspaper. I think I might be the somebody 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 voice broke in, `` Hello, I do n't want to sleep with your name. figure are not important '', she said, `` The lone thing important to me is how a lot you do like prominent breasts. ``

'' I love large white meat ; they are the sexiest matter in the world."I replied.

'' wellspring you WILL possess to show that to ME, '' the cleaning woman stated.

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

'' First you have to know there will be no piece of tail, '' 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 short one sided is n't it ? ``

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

'' Jesus noblewoman you drive a hard deal,"I protested.

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

'' O.K. ma'am okey, where and when ? ``

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

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

'' The former one, in about a 60 minutes. '' she said, `` Can you be there in an hour ? ``

'' Yes I can ... but how will I roll in the hay if you 're there ? ``

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

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

tempo back and forth in my life room to drink down time and figure out what the hell I was getting myself into. I was getting nervous about this meeting. Maybe I am just paranoid. No, I 'm aroused, darn horny. My close two lady friend did n't ingest a decent set of bosom even if you added them together. I think that is what I was missing in those kinship, tit lust.

So I have called a alien, a woman who put an ad in the paper saying she wants person to idolise her breast. I have promised to touch her without knowing what she looks like or even if she will let me see her breasts. And worst of all, she gets to check me out and if she does n't like what she sees I wo n't even sleep together 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 vague promise of a wages ? If I worship her breasts, how do you worship knocker ? Get down on your knees bowing and proclaiming 'Oh holy breasts'. wellspring at to the lowest degree I get to learn some airplane landing ; I have not done that in a while.



CHAPTER TWO - THE MEETING


There were seven or eight cars in the viewing lot when I arrived. I parked at the spine of the lot, my car facing away from the airport as instructed by the female spokesperson 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 instruct. For about ten arcminute, I watched cars pull in and out and tried to peer into the early railcar to try to visualise out if the with child breasted char was there.

It was getting dark rapidly on this warm moonless summer Night. There was no illuminance in the viewing area ; all you could see was the headlights of the passing play dealings and the landing lights on the aircraft and airport rail and taxi lights.

Someone approached me from the other side of my car. All I could see in the darkness was that it was a woman wearing a tube top and slackness and carrying a huge flashlight. She walked up to me and shined the loose directly in my eyes. Totally ruining my night 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 worship. ``

'' Get into the endorse ass on the rider slope and close the door. ``

I did as she told me. She got in on the same side in the front place and closed the room access. The char twisted around and knelt in the movement fanny, facing in my focussing. She reached out and pulled the headrest all the way up to the upper most spatial relation. Then she blinded me with that damn bright ass flashlight in my eyes again. I could not see bullshit. 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 add-on, at the Same sentence because of the blinding flashlight, all I could take a shit out of her face was a blur with red spots.

She instructed me to angle forward. As I leaned forward, I could see though the spots in my heart what I had come to see. She had pulled down her tube top to just below her with child magnificent titty and positioned one on each side of the headrest post.

I did not receive a lot of involvement in seeing her typeface at that clip. My solely interest was in those fantastic mamilla lying on the back of the front bum 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 ad had said. I was more than willing to accommodate her desires.

I reached out slowly and gently caressed her huge titty with my mitt. I could experience the weight of those monster teat in the palm of my hands. Slowly I traced my fingernails along the sides of each white meat toward her nipples. The cleaning woman did not respond. However, her mammilla did. teat do not lie. When a woman gets stimulated, her nipples stick out. This woman 's pap were about a half on an in long and about as big around as the eraser end of a pencil. I wanted to see if I could stool them longer.

lowering my mouth to her leave chest, I flicked her erect nipple with the tip of my spit. The woman responded this prison term. She let out a soft moan. I flicked my natural language on the mamilla of her right bosom. She moaned again but this time her moan was just a allude foresightful and a little louder. With just two flicks of my tongue, I had figured out what I wanted to know. Yep it is her right field breast. Being a breast lover has taught me that every fair sex has one bosom that is more sensitive than the other one.

Therefore, I started on her less sensitive left breast. Opening my mouth encompassing and gently sucking in as practically of her breast as would fit. Then very slowly, I started rotating my knife around the nipple in small-scale roundabout while lifting and squeezing as I was trying to force more than tit into my mouth. It had the desire effect on her that I wanted. The cleaning woman moaned again and leaned even farther forward trying to squeeze more of her chest into my mouth.

This erotic berth had an effect on me also. While toying with her splendid knocker I grew one hell of a hardon. It had been a very long metre since I had the pleasance of playing with large breasts. The more I sucked and licked her breasts the Sir Thomas More she moaned and the harder and more uncomfortable my dick became in my blue jeans.

The woman started humping against the seat back with her seawall. It was then that I got a whiff of the aroma. That pungent odor that emanates from a woman's puss when she is in lecherousness, it is the most sexy 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 pussycat. Just the thought 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 chemical 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 nipple with my tongue, she started moaning constantly and humping the seat harder.


CHAPTER trio - THE REWARD

I felt the woman 's script at my genitalia tracing the precis of my hardon through my denim. She had reached around the posterior with her free people hired man and was trying to get out my zipper down. Releasing her boob with my script, I helped her. I unsnapped my jeans, unzipped them, and with enceinte difficultness pushed them and my underpants down until they were at my ankle joint, I exposed my aching dick.

As soon as my dick was freed and I scooted up to the edge of the back seat, the adult female 's hand immediately encircled the shaft of my cock. She definitely knew what she was doing. Slowly she stroked and squeezed my dick in time to my tit sucking. Her ovolo rubbed across the head spreading my precum all over the swollen oral sex of my gumshoe. Her fingernails were scraping the rim of the school principal. She tickled the base of the head with her nails, squeezed the shaft to produce to a greater extent precum, and massaged it over the head again. Her see paw was driving me up a wall. This womanhood knew how to tease a guy's tool. Well I know how to tease tits.

I started sucking and licking her tits with totally defection. Using my thumb to nip the deep down destiny of her breasts forcing her nipple closer together so I could flick the pap of both mammilla at the Lapplander time. This had the coveted outcome ; she moaned louder than ever and started humping against the seat 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 really close to getting her rock-and-roll off, she maintained a death hairgrip on my cock. I did n't mind, it did not hurt, and I do n't cerebrate that you could suffer hurt my dick by squeezing it even with a vise because it was so strong. Just as she was getting to the apex of her climax, I let her feel my teeth as I bit her nipple just hard enough to send her over the bound. I love to bring in women have an orgasm.

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

Her hand started sliding rapidly up and down the shaft of my dick. The shaft was wily, well lubricated by the gallons of precum she had already coaxed out of me. Now I was the one moaning with a taste 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 tool like the shuttle taking off the rocket pad. Every time my putz pulsed out another load of spermatozoan, she would squeeze my barb very tight on the up stroke helping it and me reach new tiptop. My sperm squirted all over the back of the front man seat. The woman just kept jacking my tool until my testicles were completely drained and my body was in a land of almost sum collapse.

All I could do is sit there with my oral sex resting against the derriere back and pant, trying to catch my breath. The fair sex released my rapidly softening pricking and a few import later the domed stadium Light in my car came on. The car rocked back and Forth River, as she exited. I was too tired to rustle my headspring up to take care at the woman who had given me so much delight. 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 hand caressing the hair's-breadth on the back of my chief through the receptive window just before she turned to leave.

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

THE END