Canis latrans chronicle : 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 newspaper. It was a childlike minuscule advertizing but it was intriguing because of what it promised. The ad simply stated :

Large breasted char looking for worshiper
payoff given only to those who can worship properly.
There WILL be a test
Only life-threatening need apply, scream ( nnn ) nnn-nnnn.

Large breasted adult female are my weakness. I start drooling every time one of them gets their huge nipple close to me. What was there to lose ? What was there to gain ? The trial with possible reward was the up side. The down side was it is more than likely a blind, some floozie trying to drum up commercial enterprise. What is the worst that could happen ; I could die. What the inferno, 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 shout. A couple of weeks past before I got up enough intestinal fortitude to pick up the phone. I always pay for my procrastination ; the number was disconnected. wellspring I guess the turgid breasted charwoman had found a worshiper.

Two weeks later, the same advertising appeared again with a dissimilar telephone set turn. I tripped over a chair in my haste to get to the telephone. Damn, no result. At to the lowest degree the number was working this time. I just had to find out if this was for real.

A couplet of 60 minutes and several unanswered effort later the telephone was finally answered, by a simple machine. It verified the telephone routine and instructed me to leave a substance ; I hung up. What could I say to a political machine ? Are you the machine with large breasts ? I sat around for a while trying to decide if I should call again and what I would say if the damn machine answered. My hot pants 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 voice broke in, `` hello, I do n't need to make out your epithet. epithet are not important '', she said, `` The only thing significant to me is how much you do like bombastic titty. ``

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

'' fountainhead 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 boob as long as I want you too, and that 's it. Is that understood ? ``

'' Christ lady that 's a little one sided is n't it ? ``

'' That 's the way it will be, that 's character of the trial. If you pass the test then I MIGHT give you a reward. But you have to prove 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 chest or not ? '' she asked.

'' Jesus lady you drive a intemperately bargain,"I protested.

'' Yes or no. I have former telephoner. ``

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

'' You know the watching 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 minute ? ``

'' 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 representative on the early end of the telephone the selective information that she wanted and she gave me far instructs and then we hung up.

pacing back and Forth River in my livelihood room to stamp out prison term and figure out what the hell I was getting myself into. I was getting anxious about this meeting. Maybe I am just paranoid. No, I 'm aroused, damn horny. My end two lady friend did n't cause a seemly set of tits even if you added them together. I think that is what I was missing in those relationships, tit lust.

So I have called a stranger, a cleaning woman who put an ad in the paper saying she wants someone to idolize her bosom. I have promised to meet her without knowing what she looks like or even if she will let me see her breasts. And worst of all, she gets to suss out me out and if she does n't like what she sees I wo n't even live 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 obscure promise of a reward ? If I worship her tit, how do you worship breasts ? Get down on your knee joint bowing and proclaiming 'Oh holy bosom'. fountainhead at least I get to watch some airplane landing place ; I have not done that in a while.



CHAPTER TWO - THE MEETING


There were seven or eight railroad car in the viewing lot when I arrived. I parked at the back of the lot, my car facing away from the airport as instructed by the female part on the earphone. I turned off my engine but left the key on so I could listen to the radio as I waited. I got out and walked around to the vertebral column of the car to sit on the left fundament bumper as instructed. For about ten transactions, I watched cars pull in and out and tried to peer into the other machine to try to compute out if the large breasted woman was there.

It was getting dark rapidly on this tender moonless summer Night. There was no illumination in the viewing area ; all you could see was the headlights of the passage traffic and the down Light Within on the aircraft and airport runway and taxi lights.

Someone approached me from the other slope of my car. All I could see in the darkness was that it was a womanhood wearing a underground top and mire and carrying a huge flashlight. She walked up to me and shined the fire up 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 idiom that I had been instructed me to say, `` I 'm here to hero-worship. ``

'' Get into the back seat on the passenger slope and come together the door. ``

I did as she told me. She got in on the Same side in the front line seat and closed the threshold. The woman twisted around and knelt in the front seat, facing in my focussing. 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 clever I thought. She had positioned herself so she could see out the spine and side Windows of my car, and watch for anybody approaching. In accession, at the same time because of the blinding torch, all I could crap 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 situation in my center what I had come to see. She had pulled down her tube top to just below her gravid magnificent white meat and positioned one on each slope of the head restraint post.

I did not have a lot of involvement in seeing her brass at that fourth dimension. My but interest was in those fantastic bosom lying on the back of the front end seat begging to be kissed and fondled. She had told me that she did not require to be romanced. All she wanted was exactly what her advertisement had said. I was more than willing to accommodate her desires.

I reached out slowly and gently caressed her huge tit with my hands. I could feel the weightiness of those monster tits in the medallion of my hands. Slowly I traced my fingernails along the incline of each chest toward her nipples. The woman did not react. However, her mamilla did. tit do not lie. When a charwoman gets stimulated, her mamilla 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 oral fissure to her lead breast, I flicked her erect nipple with the tip of my tongue. The woman responded this fourth dimension. She let out a cushy groan. I flicked my knife on the nipple of her right tit. She moaned again but this prison term her groan was just a refer longer and a little louder. With just two movie of my tongue, I had figured out what I wanted to know. Yep it is her right breast. Being a breast lover has taught me that every woman has one breast that is more spiritualist than the other one.

Therefore, I started on her less sensitive left breast. Opening my mouth wide and gently sucking in as much of her knocker as would fit. Then very slowly, I started rotating my tongue around the mamilla in pocket-size dress circle while lifting and squeezing as I was trying to force more tit into my rima oris. It had the desired effect on her that I wanted. The charwoman moaned again and leaned even farther forward trying to pull more of her breast into my mouth.

This erotic situation had an impression on me also. While toying with her glorious white meat I grew one infernal region of a hardon. It had been a very long 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 harder and more uncomfortable my dick became in my drab jeans.

The cleaning lady started humping against the seat back with her groin. It was then that I got a whiff of the odor. That pungent odor that emanates from a woman's pussy when she is in lustfulness, it is the most sexy olfactory property a man can smell. My putz throbbed painfully in my pants. I figured the but way that I could smell her arousal was if the woman had one hand down her drop-off, fingering her pussy. Just the thought of her fingering herself while I sucked her tit had my pecker leaking in my underwear.

It was now the flop fourth dimension. I switched my tit sucking elbow grease to her right breast. Her chemical 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 nipple with my glossa, she started moaning constantly and humping the butt harder.


CHAPTER terzetto - THE wages

I felt the woman 's helping hand at my crotch tracing the scheme of my hardon through my jeans. She had reached around the bum with her free manus and was trying to pull my zipper down. Releasing her breast with my helping hand, I helped her. I unsnapped my jeans, unzipped them, and with great difficulty pushed them and my underpants down until they were at my ankles, I exposed my aching dick.

As soon as my tool was freed and I scooted up to the edge of the backward seat, the woman 's hand immediately encircled the tool 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 pass spreading my precum all over the well up head of my dick. Her fingernails were scraping the rim of the head. She tickled the base of the head with her nails, squeezed the shaft to produce more precum, and massaged it over the head again. Her experienced manus was driving me up a wall. This woman knew how to tease a guy's dick. wellspring I know how to pester tits.

I started sucking and licking her tits with totally abandonment. Using my ovolo to bosom the inside luck of her breasts forcing her mammilla closer together so I could flick the nipples of both mammilla at the same time. This had the desired effect ; she moaned louder than ever and started humping against the seat back very hard, she momentarily forgot about my raging hardon.

Her external respiration and moaning came rapidly with slight `` oh oh oh oh ''. As she was getting real close to getting her rock music off, she maintained a destruction grip on my peter. I did n't take care, it did not hurt, and I do n't think that you could take hurt my gumshoe by squeezing it even with a bench vise because it was so solid. Just as she was getting to the height of her flood tide, I let her feel my teeth as I bit her nipples just hard enough to send her over the edge. I love to wee women have an orgasm.

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

Her script started sliding rapidly up and down the jibe of my dick. The shaft was slick, well lubricated by the gal 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 expert that I have ever had. She squeezed my putz exceptionally hard on the last upstroke. It made cum shoot out of my dick like the shuttle taking off the rocket engine pad. Every time my cocksucker pulsed out another load of sperm, she would hale my shaft very tight on the up virgule helping it and me reach new stature. My sperm squirted all over the back of the front seat. The charwoman just kept jacking my dick until my testicles were completely drained and my consistence was in a state of almost total collapse.

All I could do is sit there with my head resting against the seat back and trouser, trying to catch my breath. The cleaning lady released my rapidly softening prick and a few moments later the attic light in my car came on. The car rocked back and forth, as she exited. I was too tired to hook my head up to look at the charwoman who had given me so much pleasure. Besides, if I tried to seem at her she would just blind me with that shucks flash light again, so I did not even try. I felt her hand caressing the hair on the dorsum of my fountainhead through the open windowpane just before she turned to leave.

The hold out affair I heard her say as her stride crunched off into the distance in the gravel parking lot and the darkness was, `` Call me tomorrow. ``

THE END