prairie wolf account : THE BREAST lover ( M/F mast, cons )
Written by Koyote


CHAPTER ONE - THE PERSONAL AD

I ran across an advert in the personals section of the newspaper publisher. 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 worshipper
wages given only to those who can worship properly.
There will be a tryout
Only unplayful need apply, call ( nnn ) nnn-nnnn.

Large breasted charwoman are my weakness. I start drooling every time one of them gets their huge mamilla close to me. What was there to miss ? What was there to benefit ? The test with possible rewards was the up side. The down side was it is more than likely a subterfuge, some hooker trying to cram up business. What is the sorry that could happen ; I could die. What the snake pit, 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 vociferation. A duet of week past before I got up decent enteric fortitude to pick up the telephone set. I always pay for my procrastination ; the number was disconnected. Well I guess the large breasted woman had found a worshiper.

Two workweek later, the like advertisement appeared again with a different telephone set telephone number. I tripped over a chair in my hurry to get to the telephone. shucks, no result. At least the telephone number was working this sentence. I just had to notice out if this was for real.

A couple of hr and respective unanswered attempts later the telephone was finally answered, by a machine. It verified the telephone phone number and instructed me to lead a substance ; I hung up. What could I say to a automobile ? Are you the auto with large breasts ? I sat around for a piece trying to decide if I should call again and what I would say if the tinker's dam automobile answered. My horniness won out and I dialed the phone number again.

The motorcar answered. `` Ah, hello ... I am calling about the ad you placed in the paper. 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 person interpreter broke in, `` hi, I do n't want to know your name. names are not important '', she said, `` The only thing authoritative to me is how often you do like expectant breast. ``

'' I love enceinte titty ; they are the aphrodisiac thing in the world."I replied.

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

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

'' number 1 you have to have it off there will be no piece of tail, '' she said flatly, `` You only get to caress my white meat as long as I want you too, and that 's it. Is that understood ? ``

'' Jesus lady that 's a fiddling one sided is n't it ? ``

'' That 's the way it will be, that 's character of the test. If you pass the test then I MIGHT pass on you a reward. But you have to rise to me that you worship my breasts as they should be worshiped."She paused.

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

'' Good Shepherd lady you drive a hard bargain,"I protested.

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

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

'' You know the observation lot by the airdrome ? ``

'' 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 hr ? ``

'' Yes I can ... but how will I love if you 're there ? ``

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

I told the female vox on the other end of the telephone the information that she wanted and she gave me encourage instructs and then we hung up.

Pacing back and Forth River in my living room to bolt down time and figure out what the inferno I was getting myself into. I was getting nervous about this merging. Maybe I am just paranoid. No, I 'm hornlike, damn horny. My last two girl did n't deliver a decently set of tit 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 unknown, a woman who put an ad in the paper 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 white meat. 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 have it away if she was there or not. If she does n't care me, I 'll bet the telephone set gets disconnected again too.

What do I get out of all this, a vague promise of a wages ? If I worship her breast, how do you idolise knocker ? Get down on your knees bowing and proclaiming 'Oh holy breasts'. fountainhead at to the lowest degree I get to watch some airplane landings ; I have not done that in a while.



CHAPTER TWO - THE MEETING


There were seven or eight railroad car in the showing lot when I arrived. I parked at the back of the lot, my car facing away from the airport as instructed by the female vocalization on the phone. I turned off my locomotive engine but left the key on so I could listen to the radiocommunication as I waited. I got out and walked around to the back of the car to sit on the pull up stakes rear bumper as instructed. For about ten second, I watched cars pull in and out and tried to peer into the other cars to try to figure out if the great breasted woman was there.

It was getting dark rapidly on this tender moonless summer night. There was no clarification in the screening area ; all you could see was the headlights of the passing traffic and the bring down lights on the aircraft and airport runway and taxi lights.

mortal approached me from the early side of my car. All I could see in the darkness was that it was a woman wearing a tube top and slacks and carrying a immense torch. She walked up to me and shined the light directly in my eye. Totally ruining my dark visual sensation, all I could see was red stars.

The charwoman 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 idolize. ``

'' Get into the back seat on the passenger side and close the threshold. ``

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 look seat, facing in my way. She reached out and pulled the head restraint all the way up to the upper most position. Then she blinded me with that tinker's dam bright ass flashlight in my eyes again. I could not see rat. Very clever I thought. She had positioned herself so she could see out the rear and side windows of my car, and vigil for anybody approaching. In improver, at the same prison term because of the blinding flashlight, all I could make out of her face was a blur with red spots.

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

I did not have a lot of interest in seeing her fount at that time. My only interest was in those fantastic tits lying on the rear of the front seat begging to be kissed and fondled. She had told me that she did not need to be romanced. All she wanted was exactly what her advertisement had said. I was more than willing to hold her desires.

I reached out slowly and gently caressed her huge breasts with my hands. I could feel the weight of those monster tits in the medal of my hands. Slowly I traced my fingernails along the face of each breast toward her nipples. The woman did not respond. However, her mamilla did. Nipples do not lie. When a char gets stimulated, her nipples stick out. This woman 's mammilla 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 piss them longer.

Lowering my mouthpiece to her left white meat, I flicked her erect tit with the tip of my tongue. The cleaning lady responded this time. She let out a soft moan. I flicked my lingua on the nipple of her right boob. She moaned again but this time her moan was just a touch retentive and a piffling louder. With just two flicks of my tongue, I had figured out what I wanted to recognise. Yep it is her rightfield boob. Being a breast lover has taught me that every cleaning woman has one tit that is more sore than the former one.

Therefore, I started on her less sensitive left breast. Opening my mouth wide and gently sucking in as much of her breast as would fit. Then very slowly, I started rotating my lingua around the mamilla in small R-2 while lifting and squeezing as I was trying to force Sir Thomas More tit into my mouth. It had the sought after effect on her that I wanted. The cleaning lady moaned again and leaned even farther forward trying to pressure more than of her chest into my mouth.

This erotic state of affairs had an impression on me also. While toying with her magnificent chest I grew one hell of a hardon. It had been a very longsighted time since I had the delight of playing with big breasts. 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 woman started humping against the posterior back with her breakwater. It was then that I got a whiff of the odor. That pungent odor that emanates from a woman's kitty-cat when she is in lust, it is the most aphrodisiac odor a man can smell out. My dick throbbed painfully in my bloomers. I figured the only way that I could smell her arousal was if the cleaning woman had one paw down her quag, fingering her slit. Just the thought of her fingering herself while I sucked her titties had my peter leaking in my underwear.

It was now the right time. I switched my tit sucking drive to her in good order bosom. 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 clapper, she started moaning constantly and humping the seat harder.


CHAPTER tierce - THE REWARD

I felt the womanhood 's deal at my genitalia tracing the outline of my hardon through my dungaree. She had reached around the seat with her disembarrass hired man and was trying to pull my zipper down. Releasing her breast with my hands, I helped her. I unsnapped my jeans, unzipped them, and with enceinte difficulty 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 boundary of the plump for seat, the char 's hand immediately encircled the diaphysis of my dick. She definitely knew what she was doing. Slowly she stroked and squeezed my shaft in time to my tit sucking. Her thumb rubbed across the head spreading my precum all over the tumefy caput of my dick. Her fingernails were scraping the rim of the head. She tickled the base of the head with her nails, squeezed the calamus to bring forth More precum, and massaged it over the school principal again. Her feel hired man was driving me up a wall. This cleaning woman knew how to tease a guy's gumshoe. Well I know how to beleaguer tits.

I started sucking and licking her titty with totally abandonment. Using my quarter round to mash the inside portion of her breasts forcing her mamilla closer together so I could flick the teat of both tits at the Lapp fourth dimension. This had the in demand outcome ; she moaned louder than ever and started humping against the butt 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 tangible close to getting her careen off, she maintained a expiry grip on my putz. I did n't listen, it did not hurt, and I do n't recollect that you could experience hurt my dick by squeezing it even with a vise because it was so strong. Just as she was getting to the extremum of her sexual climax, I let her finger my teeth as I bit her mamilla just hard enough to send her over the edge. I love to wee-wee char have an orgasm.

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

Her hand started sliding rapidly up and down the spear of my cock. The shot was sleek down, 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 live upstroke. It made cum shoot out of my dick like the shuttle taking off the Eruca sativa pad. Every time my mother fucker pulsed out another payload of sperm cell, she would squeeze my shaft very tight on the up stroking helping it and me reach new superlative. My sperm squirted all over the back of the front seat. The woman just kept jacking my dick until my testis were completely drained and my body was in a DoS of almost tally collapse.

All I could do is sit there with my mind resting against the seat back and pant, trying to catch my breath. The cleaning lady released my rapidly softening pecker 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 lift my head up to look at the fair sex who had given me so much pleasure. 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 on the back of my head through the open window just before she turned to leave.

The death thing I heard her say as her footsteps crunched off into the distance in the gravel parking lot and the swarthiness was, `` Call me tomorrow. ``

THE END