coyote chronicle : THE chest buff ( M/F mast, cons )
Written by Koyote


CHAPTER ONE - THE PERSONAL AD

I ran across an advertisement in the personals department of the newspaper. It was a simple petty ad but it was intriguing because of what it promised. The ad simply stated :

Large breasted cleaning woman 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 women are my helplessness. I start drooling every time one of them gets their huge teat close to me. What was there to lose ? What was there to clear ? The test with possible rewards was the up side. The low-spirited side was it is more than likely a blind, some Richard Hooker trying to drum up business organisation. What is the worst that could chance ; I could die. What the hell, you can not be killed over the telephone. At to the lowest degree I never heard of that happening over the telephone.

I was apprehensive so I kept putting off making the Call. A couple of workweek past before I got up plenty intestinal fortitude to pick up the phone. I always pay for my dilatoriness ; the identification number was disconnected. fountainhead I guess the heavy breast woman had found a worshiper.

Two workweek later, the same advertizement appeared again with a different telephone turn. I tripped over a chairman in my haste to get to the telephone. Damn, no resolution. At least the number was working this time. I just had to come up out if this was for real.

A dyad of hours and various unreciprocated attempts later the telephone set was finally answered, by a machine. It verified the telephone bit and instructed me to leave a substance ; 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 decide if I should prognosticate again and what I would say if the damn motorcar answered. My horniness won out and I dialed the telephone number again.

The machine answered. `` Ah, howdy ... 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 person phonation broke in, `` how-do-you-do, I do n't desire to bed your name. Names are not important '', she said, `` The lonesome affair important to me is how often you do like large breasts. ``

'' I love large breasts ; they are the sexy affair in the world."I replied.

'' fountainhead you WILL ingest to prove that to ME, '' the cleaning lady stated.

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

'' starting time you have to know there will be no roll in the hay, '' she said flatly, `` You only get to fondle my chest 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 exam. If you pass the exam then I MIGHT give you a reward. But you have to examine to me that you worship my breasts as they should be worshiped."She paused.

"Now, are you going to be the one to revere my white meat or not ? '' she asked.

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

'' Yes or no. I have other caller-up. ``

'' okeh madam OK, where and when ? ``

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

'' 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 sort of car and what vividness of car do you have ? ``

I told the female person vocalisation on the other end of the telephone set the information that she wanted and she gave me further instructs and then we hung up.

Pacing back and forth in my living elbow room to toss off 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 randy, damn horny. My go two girl did n't own a becoming set of mamilla even if you added them together. I think that is what I was missing in those human relationship, tit lust.

So I have called a stranger, a char who put an ad in the newspaper saying she wants someone to worship her breasts. I have promised to meet her without knowing what she looks like or even if she will let me see her tit. And worst of all, she gets to hold me out and if she does n't like what she sees I wo n't even recognise if she was there or not. If she does n't wish me, I 'll bet the telephone gets disconnected again too.

What do I get out of all this, a shadowy hope of a wages ? If I worship her boob, how do you worship titty ? Get down on your knees bowing and proclaiming 'Oh holy breast'. wellspring at least I get to watch some airplane landing ; I have not done that in a while.



CHAPTER TWO - THE MEETING


There were seven or eight motorcar in the screening lot when I arrived. I parked at the back of the lot, my car facing away from the airport as instructed by the distaff voice on the phone. I turned off my locomotive 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 instructed. For about ten min, I watched gondola draw in in and out and tried to peer into the early cars to try to visualise out if the large breasted womanhood was there.

It was getting dark rapidly on this fond moonless summertime night. There was no illumination in the consider surface area ; all you could see was the headlight of the passing traffic and the landing visible radiation on the aircraft and airport runway and taxi lights.

mortal approached me from the former side of my car. All I could see in the darkness was that it was a womanhood wearing a tube top and slacks and carrying a vast flashlight. She walked up to me and shined the light directly in my center. Totally ruining my night sight, all I could see was red stars.

The fair sex spoke first. She asked me why I was there. I responded with the set phrase that I had been instructed me to say, `` I 'm here to idolise. ``

'' Get into the back hindquarters on the passenger side and come together the door. ``

I did as she told me. She got in on the same side in the front seat and closed the door. The cleaning lady twisted around and knelt in the front seat, facing in my direction. She reached out and pulled the head restraint all the way up to the upper most position. Then she blinded me with that shit bright ass torch in my eyes again. I could not see shit. Very cagey I thought. She had positioned herself so she could see out the dorsum and position Windows of my car, and watch for anybody approaching. In addition, at the Lapp time because of the blinding flashlight, all I could make out of her face was a blur with red spots.

She instructed me to lean forward. As I leaned forward, I could see though the maculation in my eyes what I had come to see. She had pulled down her thermionic vacuum tube top to just below her large magnificent titty and positioned one on each side of the headrest post.

I did not experience a lot of pursuit in seeing her human face at that time. My only interest was in those fantastical bosom lying on the spine of the look 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 adapt her desires.

I reached out slowly and gently caressed her Brobdingnagian breasts with my hired man. I could feel the weight of those behemoth tits in the laurel wreath of my manus. Slowly I traced my fingernails along the face of each boob toward her tit. The woman did not answer. However, her nipples did. Nipples do not lie. When a woman gets stimulated, her pap stick out. This woman 's mamilla were about a 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 mouth to her give breast, I flicked her erect nipple with the tip of my natural language. The cleaning lady responded this sentence. She let out a soft moan. I flicked my spit on the pap of her right hand breast. She moaned again but this time her moan was just a disturb tenacious and a little louder. With just two picture of my spit, 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 woman has one breast that is more tender than the former one.

Therefore, I started on her less sensible left breast. Opening my mouth wide-eyed and gently sucking in as a good deal of her white meat as would fit. Then very slowly, I started rotating my lingua around the nipple in small circles while lifting and squeezing as I was trying to force more than tit into my mouth. It had the desired consequence on her that I wanted. The woman moaned again and leaned even farther forward trying to force more of her breast into my mouthpiece.

This erotic situation had an effect on me also. While toying with her magnificent chest I grew one netherworld of a hardon. It had been a very foresightful metre since I had the pleasure of playing with declamatory chest. The more I sucked and licked her white meat the more than she moaned and the arduous and more uncomfortable my dick became in my blue jeans.

The womanhood started humping against the seat back with her seawall. It was then that I got a puff of the smell. That pungent odor that emanates from a woman's pussy when she is in lust, it is the most sexy odor a man can smell. My putz throbbed painfully in my pants. I figured the lonesome way that I could reek her arousal was if the woman had one bridge player down her quagmire, fingering her puss. Just the intellection of her fingering herself while I sucked her titties had my gumshoe leaking in my underwear.

It was now the right sentence. I switched my tit sucking efforts to her veracious breast. 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 mamilla with my glossa, she started moaning constantly and humping the hindquarters harder.


CHAPTER THREE - THE REWARD

I felt the fair sex 's hand at my crotch tracing the outline of my hardon through my blue jean. She had reached around the seat with her gratuitous hand and was trying to pull my zipper down. Releasing her titty with my helping hand, I helped her. I unsnapped my jeans, unzipped them, and with big difficulty pushed them and my underpants down until they were at my ankles, I exposed my aching dick.

As soon as my putz was freed and I scooted up to the sharpness of the gage seat, the char 's hand immediately encircled the pecker of my dick. She definitely knew what she was doing. Slowly she stroked and squeezed my dick in metre to my tit sucking. Her thumb rubbed across the head teacher spreading my precum all over the swell up caput of my prick. Her fingernails were scraping the rim of the head. She tickled the substructure of the foreland with her nails, squeezed the diaphysis to produce more precum, and massaged it over the head again. Her experient hand was driving me up a wall. This woman knew how to tease a guy's putz. well I know how to bug tits.

I started sucking and licking her tits with totally abandonment. Using my thumbs to twitch the in spite of appearance fortune of her breasts forcing her nipples closer together so I could flick the mammilla of both pap at the same metre. This had the desired effect ; she moaned louder than ever and started humping against the posterior back very intemperate, 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 close to getting her stone off, she maintained a death suitcase on my dick. I did n't mind, it did not hurt, and I do n't think that you could give hurt my dick by squeezing it even with a bench vise because it was so solidness. Just as she was getting to the top of her climax, I let her feel my dentition as I bit her mammilla just hard enough to send her over the edge. I love to pretend fair sex have an orgasm.

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

Her handwriting started sliding rapidly up and down the dig of my peter. The shaft was guileful, well lubricated by the Imperial gallon 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 last upstroke. It made cum shoot out of my dick like the shuttlecock taking off the rocket pad. Every metre my prick pulsed out another load of sperm, she would twinge my shaft very tight on the up stroke helping it and me reach new heights. My spermatozoon squirted all over the backrest of the face hindquarters. The woman just kept jacking my gumshoe until my orchis were completely drained and my consistence was in a state of almost totality collapse.

All I could do is sit there with my caput resting against the seat back and pant, trying to capture my breathing time. The cleaning lady released my rapidly softening incision and a few import later the bean luminousness in my car came on. The car rocked back and forth, as she exited. I was too fag to lift my mind up to calculate at the woman who had given me so much pleasure. Besides, if I tried to face at her she would just blind me with that hoot flash light again, so I did not even try. I felt her hand caressing the hair's-breadth on the back of my head through the open windowpane just before she turned to leave.

The finale thing I heard her say as her stride crunched off into the aloofness in the crushed rock parking lot and the wickedness was, `` promise me tomorrow. ``

THE END