prairie wolf 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 wide-eyed piffling advertisement but it was intriguing because of what it promised. The ad simply stated :

Large breasted charwoman looking for worshipers
reinforcement given only to those who can worship properly.
There WILL be a tryout
Only grave need apply, yell ( nnn ) nnn-nnnn.

Large breasted char are my weakness. I start drooling every time one of them gets their huge tits 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 pop side was it is more than likely a subterfuge, some Hooker trying to swot up business. What is the worst that could take place ; I could die. What the the pits, you can not be killed over the telephone. At to the lowest degree I never heard of that happening over the telephone.

I was worried so I kept putting off making the call. A twain of weeks past before I got up sufficiency enteric fortitude to pick up the telephone. I always pay for my procrastination ; the number was disconnected. Well I guess the large breasted woman had found a worshiper.

Two weeks later, the same ad appeared again with a dissimilar telephone routine. I tripped over a chairman in my haste to get to the telephone set. Damn, no answer. At to the lowest degree the number was working this metre. I just had to find out if this was for real.

A mates of hours and several unreciprocated attack later the telephone was finally answered, by a automobile. It verified the telephone number and instructed me to allow a message ; I hung up. What could I say to a motorcar ? Are you the machine with large breasts ? I sat around for a piece trying to determine if I should forebode again and what I would say if the darn machine answered. My hot pants won out and I dialed the telephone number again.

The machine answered. `` Ah, hello ... I am calling about the ad you placed in the report. 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 voice broke in, `` Hello, I do n't desire to recognize your gens. name are not crucial '', she said, `` The only affair of import to me is how much you do like orotund titty. ``

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

'' well you WILL have to bear witness that to ME, '' the woman stated.

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

'' First you have to sleep with there will be no shtup, '' she said flatly, `` You only get to caress my boob as long as I want you too, and that 's it. Is that understood ? ``

'' the Nazarene lady that 's a slight one sided is n't it ? ``

'' That 's the way it will be, that 's part of the trial. If you pass the test then I MIGHT give you a reinforcement. But you have to try out to me that you worship my chest as they should be worshiped."She paused.

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

'' Saviour lady you drive a intemperate bargain,"I protested.

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

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

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

'' 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 love if you 're there ? ``

'' You wo n't unless I want you to. What variety of car and what vividness of car do you get ? ``

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

Pacing back and Forth in my living room to kill meter 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 horny, damn horny. My last two girlfriends did n't have a adequate set of mamilla even if you added them together. I think that is what I was missing in those relationships, tit lust.

So I have called a alien, a woman who put an ad in the newspaper saying she wants person 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 breasts. And uncollectible of all, she gets to turn back me out and if she does n't wish what she sees I wo n't even fuck if she was there or not. If she does n't like me, I 'll bet the telephone set gets disconnected again too.

What do I get out of all this, a faint promise of a reward ? If I worship her breast, how do you worship breasts ? Get down on your genu bowing and proclaiming 'Oh holy breasts'. Well at least I get to keep an eye on some aeroplane landing place ; I have not done that in a while.



CHAPTER TWO - THE MEETING


There were seven or eight elevator car 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 female spokesperson on the phone. I turned off my railway locomotive but left the key on so I could listen to the radio as I waited. I got out and walked around to the rachis of the car to sit on the left rear bumper as apprize. For about ten minutes, I watched railcar take out in and out and tried to peer into the early cars to try to figure out if the boastfully breasted woman was there.

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

somebody approached me from the other side of my car. All I could see in the darkness was that it was a woman wearing a thermionic vacuum tube top and quag and carrying a immense flashlight. She walked up to me and shined the Light 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 back tush on the passenger side and close the room access. ``

I did as she told me. She got in on the Same English in the breast bottom and closed the door. The woman twisted around and knelt in the forepart 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 flashlight in my eyes again. I could not see shit. Very cagy I thought. She had positioned herself so she could see out the back and incline window of my car, and watch for anybody approaching. In addition, at the same time because of the blinding flashlight, all I could make out of her face was a fuzz with red spots.

She instructed me to tilt forward. As I leaned forward, I could see though the slur in my eyes what I had come to see. She had pulled down her subway system top to just below her large glorious knocker and positioned one on each side of meat of the headrest post.

I did not induce a lot of interest in seeing her face at that time. My sole interest was in those fantastic tit lying on the vertebral column of the front 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 admit her desires.

I reached out slowly and gently caressed her vast bosom with my hands. I could feel the free weight of those monster titty in the medal of my hands. Slowly I traced my fingernails along the sides of each knocker toward her mammilla. The woman did not reply. However, her mamilla did. teat do not lie. When a woman gets stimulated, her mammilla stick out. This char 's tit 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.

letting down my mouth to her left breast, I flicked her vertical mamilla with the tip of my spit. The woman responded this time. She let out a soft moan. I flicked my glossa on the nipple of her right chest. She moaned again but this time her moan was just a bear upon longer and a lilliputian louder. With just two flicks of my knife, I had figured out what I wanted to know. Yep it is her decently bosom. Being a breast lover has taught me that every cleaning lady has one breast that is more sensitive than the other one.

Therefore, I started on her less sensitive left white meat. Opening my mouth wide and gently sucking in as much of her bosom as would fit. Then very slowly, I started rotating my tongue around the nipple in pocket-sized set while lifting and squeezing as I was trying to force more tit into my mouth. It had the desired outcome on her that I wanted. The woman moaned again and leaned even farther forward trying to ram more of her breast into my mouth.

This erotic situation had an force on me also. While toying with her magnificent breasts I grew one infernal region of a hardon. It had been a very long time since I had the pleasure of playing with large breasts. The more I sucked and licked her breasts the more she moaned and the intemperate and more uncomfortable my dick became in my blue jeans.

The woman started humping against the stern back with her groin. It was then that I got a puff of the olfactory sensation. That pungent olfactory property that emanates from a charwoman's pussycat when she is in lust, it is the most aphrodisiac odor a man can smell out. My dick throbbed painfully in my pants. I figured the only way that I could reek her arousal was if the woman had one hand down her slacks, fingering her kitty-cat. Just the thought of her fingering herself while I sucked her titties had my dick leaking in my underwear.

It was now the right wing clip. I switched my tit sucking efforts to her right titty. Her response 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 hindquarters harder.


CHAPTER troika - THE reinforcement

I felt the adult female 's hand at my crotch tracing the schema of my hardon through my jean. She had reached around the seat with her free bridge player and was trying to rive my zipper down. Releasing her breast with my manpower, I helped her. I unsnapped my jeans, unzipped them, and with neat difficulty pushed them and my underpants down until they were at my ankles, I exposed my aching dick.

As soon as my dick was freed and I scooted up to the sharpness of the backward seat, the woman 's hand immediately encircled the shaft of my dick. She definitely knew what she was doing. Slowly she stroked and squeezed my dick in metre to my tit sucking. Her ovolo rubbed across the head spreading my precum all over the swollen head of my cock. Her fingernails were scraping the rim of the oral sex. She tickled the stand of the head with her nails, squeezed the light beam to produce Thomas More precum, and massaged it over the head again. Her experienced hand was driving me up a wall. This charwoman knew how to beleaguer a guy's prick. well I know how to tease tits.

I started sucking and licking her tits with totally forsaking. Using my thumbs to squeeze the inside portion of her breasts forcing her nipples closer together so I could flick the teat of both tits at the Lapp metre. This had the trust consequence ; 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 real close to getting her careen off, she maintained a death traction on my tool. I did n't take care, it did not hurt, and I do n't conceive that you could feature hurt my peter by squeezing it even with a vise because it was so self-colored. Just as she was getting to the prime of her climax, I let her feel my tooth as I bit her nipples just hard enough to send her over the border. I love to make women cause an orgasm.

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

Her hand started sliding rapidly up and down the shaft of my gumshoe. The shaft was slick, 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 full that I have ever had. She squeezed my cock exceptionally hard on the stopping point upstroke. It made cum shoot out of my prick like the shuttlecock taking off the rocket pad. Every clip my prick pulsed out another load of sperm, she would squeeze my quill very tight on the up stroke helping it and me reach new elevation. My spermatozoan squirted all over the spinal column of the social movement seat. The woman just kept jacking my hawkshaw until my testis were completely drained and my trunk was in a state of almost add collapse.

All I could do is sit there with my head resting against the seat back and pant, trying to catch my breath. The char released my rapidly softening dick and a few consequence later the bean light in my car came on. The car rocked back and Forth River, as she exited. I was too tired to purloin my drumhead up to attend at the cleaning woman who had given me so a great deal delight. Besides, if I tried to bet 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 on the rear of my head through the open window just before she turned to leave.

The finale thing I heard her say as her footsteps crunched off into the distance in the crushed rock parking lot and the duskiness was, `` Call me tomorrow. ``

THE END