coyote Chronicles : THE BREAST LOVER ( M/F mast, cons )
Written by Koyote


CHAPTER ONE - THE PERSONAL AD

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

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

Large breasted cleaning woman are my weakness. I start drooling every time one of them gets their huge tits close to me. What was there to fall back ? What was there to gain ? The tryout with potential rewards was the up face. The down side was it is more than likely a subterfuge, some hooker trying to swot up up business sector. What is the speculative that could happen ; I could die. What the hell, you can not be killed over the telephone set. 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 week past before I got up enough enteral fortitude to pick up the telephony. I always pay for my procrastination ; the routine was disconnected. Well I guess the declamatory breast fair sex had found a worshiper.

Two weeks later, the same advertising appeared again with a different telephone bit. I tripped over a professorship in my haste to get to the telephony. hoot, no answer. At to the lowest degree the number was working this time. I just had to detect out if this was for real.

A couple of hour and various unrequited attempts later the telephone was finally answered, by a machine. It verified the telephone issue and instructed me to leave a message ; I hung up. What could I say to a motorcar ? Are you the motorcar with large breasts ? I sat around for a spell trying to decide if I should telephone again and what I would say if the tinker's dam political machine answered. My hotness won out and I dialed the phone number again.

The machine answered. `` Ah, hello ... I am calling about the ad you placed in the paper. I think I might be the someone 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, `` Hello, I do n't want to know your name. Names are not of import '', she said, `` The solely thing of import to me is how often you do like great breasts. ``

'' I love large boob ; they are the sexiest thing in the world."I replied.

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

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

'' first base you have to sleep with there will be no screw, '' she said flatly, `` You only get to caress my breast 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 part of the test. If you pass the test then I MIGHT give you a wages. But you have to prove to me that you worship my breasts as they should be worshiped."She paused.

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

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

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

'' Okay lady okay, 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 early 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 color of car do you have ? ``

I told the female person voice on the former end of the telephone the entropy that she wanted and she gave me further instructs and then we hung up.

Pacing back and forth in my support room to toss off sentence and figure out what the pit I was getting myself into. I was getting nervous about this meeting. Maybe I am just paranoid. No, I 'm horny, damn horny. My last two girlfriend did n't have a properly set of tits 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 unknown, a womanhood who put an ad in the composition saying she wants someone to worship her breasts. I have promised to conform to her without knowing what she looks like or even if she will let me see her breasts. And worst of all, she gets to train me out and if she does n't wish what she sees I wo n't even cognise if she was there or not. If she does n't care me, I 'll bet the telephone gets disconnected again too.

What do I get out of all this, a vague promise of a advantage ? If I worship her breasts, how do you revere bosom ? Get down on your knees bowing and proclaiming 'Oh holy place chest'. Well at least I get to look on some airplane landings ; I have not done that in a while.



CHAPTER TWO - THE coming together


There were seven or eight auto in the viewing lot when I arrived. I parked at the book binding of the lot, my car facing away from the aerodrome as instructed by the distaff voice on the headphone. I turned off my engine but left the key on so I could mind to the tuner as I waited. I got out and walked around to the vertebral column of the car to sit on the will rear bumper as instructed. For about ten min, I watched automobile deplume in and out and tried to peer into the other cars to try to picture out if the large breasted woman was there.

It was getting dark rapidly on this warm moonless summer night. There was no illumination in the viewing expanse ; all you could see was the headlights of the passing traffic and the landing Inner Light on the aircraft and airport runway and taxi lights.

soul approached me from the other position of my car. All I could see in the duskiness was that it was a woman wearing a tube top and slacks and carrying a huge flashlight. She walked up to me and shined the light directly in my center. 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 back seat on the rider side and fold the door. ``

I did as she told me. She got in on the Saami side in the breast derriere and closed the door. The woman twisted around and knelt in the front seat, 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 torch in my oculus again. I could not see shit. Very clever I thought. She had positioned herself so she could see out the back and side Windows of my car, and sentry for anybody approaching. In addition, at the like clip because of the blinding flashlight, all I could make out of her face was a blur with red spots.

She instructed me to tend forward. As I leaned forward, I could see though the spotlight in my eyes what I had come to see. She had pulled down her tube top to just below her big magnificent breasts and positioned one on each side of the head restraint post.

I did not have a lot of interest in seeing her face at that clock time. My solitary involvement was in those fantastic tits lying on the spinal column of the front buttocks 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 bequeath to adapt her desires.

I reached out slowly and gently caressed her huge breast with my work force. I could sense the weight of those freak tits in the palm of my hands. Slowly I traced my fingernails along the face of each bosom toward her tit. The woman did not respond. However, her pap did. Nipples do not lie. When a woman gets stimulated, her nipples stick out. This woman 's nipples were about a one-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 pass on breast, I flicked her upright pap with the tip of my spit. The cleaning woman responded this clip. She let out a soft moan. I flicked my natural language on the nipple of her right breast. She moaned again but this time her moan was just a have-to doe with farsighted 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 white meat. Being a tit buff has taught me that every fair sex has one breast that is more sensible than the early one.

Therefore, I started on her less sensitive left white meat. Opening my mouth full and gently sucking in as much of her breast as would fit. Then very slowly, I started rotating my tongue around the teat in small circles while lifting and squeezing as I was trying to force Sir Thomas More tit into my back talk. It had the craved effect on her that I wanted. The woman moaned again and leaned even farther forward trying to force more of her breast into my oral fissure.

This erotic office had an effect on me also. While toying with her splendid tit I grew one hell of a hardon. It had been a very hanker clock time since I had the pleasure of playing with large boob. The more I sucked and licked her breasts the more she moaned and the heavily and more uncomfortable my shaft became in my risque jeans.

The woman started humping against the keister 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 aphrodisiacal olfactory property a man can smell out. My dick throbbed painfully in my trouser. I figured the entirely way that I could reek her rousing was if the woman had one mitt down her slacks, fingering her pussy. Just the thought of her fingering herself while I sucked her titties had my putz leaking in my underwear.

It was now the right on 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 mammilla with my tongue, she started moaning constantly and humping the nates harder.


CHAPTER threesome - THE reinforcement

I felt the cleaning lady 's hand at my genital organ tracing the outline of my hardon through my dungaree. She had reached around the fundament with her free bridge player and was trying to root for my zipper down. Releasing her breast with my mitt, I helped her. I unsnapped my jeans, unzipped them, and with cracking difficulty pushed them and my underpants down until they were at my ankles, I exposed my aching dick.

As soon as my pecker was freed and I scooted up to the edge of the back stern, the cleaning lady 's hand immediately encircled the jibe of my dick. She definitely knew what she was doing. Slowly she stroked and squeezed my dick in metre to my tit sucking. Her quarter round rubbed across the fountainhead spreading my precum all over the swollen capitulum of my dick. Her fingernails were scraping the rim of the drumhead. She tickled the base of the brain with her nails, squeezed the irradiation to bring out more precum, and massaged it over the head again. Her experienced hand was driving me up a bulwark. This woman knew how to tease a guy's dick. Well I know how to tease tits.

I started sucking and licking her boob with totally abandonment. Using my thumbs to squeeze the within portion of her breasts forcing her mammilla closer together so I could flick the mamilla of both tits at the Saami fourth dimension. This had the hope essence ; she moaned louder than ever and started humping against the seat back very severe, she momentarily forgot about my raging hardon.

Her respiration and moaning came rapidly with little `` oh oh oh oh ''. As she was getting genuine close to getting her rock music off, she maintained a death grip on my dick. I did n't listen, it did not hurt, and I do n't think that you could suffer hurt my dick by squeezing it even with a vise because it was so self-coloured. Just as she was getting to the vertex of her climax, I let her experience my teeth as I bit her nipples just hard enough to transmit her over the bound. I love to make womanhood have an orgasm.

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

Her hand started sliding rapidly up and down the beam of light of my putz. The jibe was slick, 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 orgasm that she gave was one of the practiced that I have ever had. She squeezed my dick exceptionally hard on the live upstroke. It made cum shoot out of my dick like the birdie taking off the rocket pad. Every fourth dimension my prick pulsed out another load of sperm, she would squeeze my shaft of light very tight on the up CVA helping it and me reach new high. My sperm squirted all over the back of the nominal head keister. The woman just kept jacking my dick until my nut were completely drained and my body was in a state of almost total collapse.

All I could do is sit there with my question resting against the seat back and gasp, trying to pick up my breathing spell. The woman released my rapidly softening prick and a few moments later the dome Christ Within in my car came on. The car rocked back and Forth, as she exited. I was too wear out to lift my head up to look at the charwoman who had given me so much pleasure. Besides, if I tried to attend 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 on the vertebral column of my head through the open window just before she turned to leave.

The last thing I heard her say as her pace crunched off into the distance in the crushed rock parking lot and the darkness was, `` call off me tomorrow. ``

THE END