Canis latrans chronicle : THE knocker LOVER ( 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 unsubdivided little advertisement but it was intriguing because of what it promised. The ad simply stated :

Large breasted woman looking for worshipper
Rewards given only to those who can worship properly.
There volition be a test
Only serious need apply, shout out ( nnn ) nnn-nnnn.

Large breasted adult female are my impuissance. I start drooling every time one of them gets their huge breast close to me. What was there to miss ? What was there to gain ? The test with potential advantage was the up side. The pull down side was it is more than likely a subterfuge, some hooker trying to mug up up patronage. What is the worst that could happen ; I could die. What the hell, you can not be killed over the phone. At least I never heard of that happening over the telephone.

I was apprehensive so I kept putting off making the call. A twain of weeks past before I got up adequate intestinal fortitude to pick up the phone. I always pay for my procrastination ; the number was disconnected. well I guess the declamatory front woman had found a worshiper.

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

A match of hours and several unanswered attempt later the telephone set was finally answered, by a simple machine. It verified the telephone telephone number and instructed me to leave a subject matter ; I hung up. What could I say to a machine ? Are you the machine with large boob ? I sat around for a while trying to decide if I should shout out again and what I would say if the damn machine answered. My horniness won out and I dialed the phone number again.

The car answered. `` Ah, hi ... 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, `` hi, I do n't need to roll in the hay your name. gens are not important '', she said, `` The only matter important to me is how much you do like large tit. ``

'' I love enceinte breasts ; they are the sexiest thing in the world."I replied.

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

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

'' first you have to know there will be no fucking, '' 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 section of the mental test. If you pass the test then I MIGHT give you a reward. But you have to prove to me that you worship my knocker 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 heavily deal,"I protested.

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

'' OK lady okay, where and when ? ``

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

'' Which one, the one on airport route 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 kind of car and what semblance of car do you birth ? ``

I told the female person voice on the other end of the telephone the data that she wanted and she gave me farther instructs and then we hung up.

Pacing back and Forth in my living room to vote down time and name out what the perdition I was getting myself into. I was getting nervous about this meeting. Maybe I am just paranoid. No, I 'm hornlike, beshrew horny. My live two girlfriends did n't have a enough set of tits 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 woman who put an ad in the theme saying she wants somebody to worship her breasts. I have promised to come across her without knowing what she looks like or even if she will let me see her breasts. And unsound of all, she gets to condition me out and if she does n't like what she sees I wo n't even know 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 reward ? If I worship her breasts, how do you worship breasts ? Get down on your knee joint bowing and proclaiming 'Oh holy breasts'. Well at to the lowest degree I get to determine some airplane landing place ; I have not done that in a while.



CHAPTER TWO - THE MEETING


There were seven or eight machine in the viewing lot when I arrived. I parked at the back of the lot, my car facing away from the drome as instructed by the distaff vocalisation on the phone. I turned off my locomotive but left the key on so I could listen to the radiocommunication as I waited. I got out and walked around to the book binding of the car to sit on the left rear bumper as instruct. For about ten minutes, I watched cars rive in and out and tried to peer into the former cars to try to figure out if the large breasted woman was there.

It was getting dark rapidly on this warm moonless summertime night. There was no illumination in the wake country ; all you could see was the headlights of the passing play traffic and the shore lights on the aircraft and airport rails and hack lights.

Someone approached me from the other side of my car. All I could see in the swarthiness was that it was a woman wearing a tube top and falling off and carrying a huge flashlight. She walked up to me and shined the light directly in my eyes. Totally ruining my Nox sight, 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 hind backside on the passenger slope and close the door. ``

I did as she told me. She got in on the Lapplander side in the front prat and closed the door. The woman twisted around and knelt in the front line seat, facing in my counselling. She reached out and pulled the headrest all the way up to the upper most perspective. Then she blinded me with that damn bright ass flashlight in my heart again. I could not see shit. Very cagey I thought. She had positioned herself so she could see out the dorsum and face windows of my car, and vigil for anybody approaching. In addition, at the Lapplander clip because of the blinding flashlight, all I could micturate out of her brass was a blur with red spots.

She instructed me to lean forward. As I leaned forward, I could see though the pip in my center what I had come to see. She had pulled down her subway system top to just below her enceinte magnificent chest and positioned one on each side of the head restraint post.

I did not have a lot of sake in seeing her boldness at that prison term. My alone interest was in those wild tits lying on the back of the front rear end 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 advertizement had said. I was more than unforced to accommodate her desires.

I reached out slowly and gently caressed her huge tit with my workforce. I could feel the weight of those monster pap in the medal of my hands. Slowly I traced my fingernails along the side of meat of each breast toward her nipples. The charwoman did not react. However, her nipples did. nipple do not lie. When a woman gets stimulated, her mamilla stick out. This char '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 mouth to her left breast, I flicked her erect nipple with the tip of my lingua. The woman responded this time. She let out a soft moan. I flicked my tongue on the tit of her right breast. She moaned again but this time her moan was just a signature longer and a little louder. With just two flicks of my lingua, I had figured out what I wanted to bang. Yep it is her right breast. Being a tit lover has taught me that every woman has one breast that is more sore than the early one.

Therefore, I started on her less sensitive left chest. Opening my mouth wide and gently sucking in as a good deal of her breast as would fit. Then very slowly, I started rotating my tongue around the mamilla in minor roofy while lifting and squeezing as I was trying to force Sir Thomas More tit into my mouth. It had the desired burden on her that I wanted. The woman moaned again and leaned even farther forward trying to wedge More of her breast into my mouth.

This titillating situation had an effect on me also. While toying with her magnificent chest I grew one sin of a hardon. It had been a very foresightful sentence since I had the delight of playing with large chest. The more I sucked and licked her breasts the More she moaned and the harder and more uncomfortable my dick became in my blue jeans.

The fair sex started humping against the seat back with her groin. It was then that I got a puff of the odor. That pungent odor that emanates from a woman's pussy when she is in lust, it is the most aphrodisiac odor a man can sense. My dick throbbed painfully in my pant. I figured the simply way that I could smell out her arousal was if the cleaning lady had one hired hand down her slacks, fingering her twat. Just the cerebration 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 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 pap with my tongue, she started moaning constantly and humping the arse harder.


CHAPTER THREE - THE REWARD

I felt the char 's hired man at my crotch tracing the outline of my hardon through my jeans. She had reached around the seat with her spare script and was trying to take out my zipper down. Releasing her white meat with my hands, I helped her. I unsnapped my jeans, unzipped them, and with great difficulty pushed them and my underpants down until they were at my articulatio talocruralis, I exposed my aching dick.

As soon as my hawkshaw was freed and I scooted up to the edge of the back seat, the char 's helping hand immediately encircled the beam of my dick. She definitely knew what she was doing. Slowly she stroked and squeezed my dick in time to my tit sucking. Her thumb rubbed across the head spreading my precum all over the puff up head of my dick. Her fingernails were scraping the rim of the drumhead. She tickled the home of the headland with her nails, squeezed the shaft to bring forth Thomas More precum, and massaged it over the head again. Her experienced hand was driving me up a bulwark. This adult female knew how to tease apart a guy's prick. Well I know how to tease tits.

I started sucking and licking her tits with totally abandonment. Using my thumbs to squeeze the inside portion of her knocker forcing her nipples closer together so I could jerk the pap of both tit at the same time. This had the desired effect ; she moaned louder than ever and started humping against the seat back very heavy, she momentarily forgot about my raging hardon.

Her ventilation and moaning came rapidly with little `` 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 mind, it did not hurt, and I do n't think that you could induce hurt my dick by squeezing it even with a vise because it was so solid. Just as she was getting to the eyeshade of her culmination, I let her feel my teeth as I bit her nipples just hard enough to post her over the border. I love to constitute charwoman have an orgasm.

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

Her deal started sliding rapidly up and down the shaft of my dick. The putz 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 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 dick like the shuttle taking off the skyrocket pad. Every time my prick pulsed out another load of sperm, she would squeeze my barb very tight on the up separatrix helping it and me reach new stature. My sperm squirted all over the back of the front bottom. The woman just kept jacking my dick until my testis were completely drained and my body was in a nation of almost sum up collapse.

All I could do is sit there with my head resting against the derriere back and pant, trying to becharm my breath. The cleaning woman released my rapidly softening prick and a few moments later the dome light in my car came on. The car rocked back and forth, as she exited. I was too tired to rise my question up to reckon at the woman who had given me so much pleasure. Besides, if I tried to look at her she would just blind me with that shit flash light again, so I did not even try. I felt her hand caressing the hair on the book binding of my head through the open window just before she turned to leave.

The hold up thing I heard her say as her step crunched off into the distance in the crushed rock parking lot and the swarthiness was, `` shout me tomorrow. ``

THE END