Coyote Chronicles : THE boob LOVER ( M/F mast, cons )
Written by Koyote


CHAPTER ONE - THE PERSONAL AD

I ran across an advertizing in the personals department of the newspaper. It was a simple niggling advertisement but it was intriguing because of what it promised. The ad simply stated :

Large breasted woman looking for worshipers
payoff given only to those who can worship properly.
There WILL be a trial run
Only dangerous need apply, yell ( nnn ) nnn-nnnn.

Large breasted char are my weakness. I start drooling every metre one of them gets their huge titmouse close to me. What was there to lose ? What was there to pull in ? The examination with possible advantage was the up side. The downcast side of meat was it is more than likely a subterfuge, some Richard Hooker trying to drum up business organization. What is the worst that could chance ; 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 couplet of weeks past before I got up enough enteral fortitude to nibble up the telephone. I always pay for my procrastination ; the number was disconnected. Well I guess the large breast woman had found a worshiper.

Two weeks later, the same advertisement appeared again with a different telephone set number. I tripped over a president in my rushing to get to the telephony. shit, no reply. At to the lowest degree the number was working this sentence. I just had to find out if this was for real.

A yoke of 60 minutes and various unanswered attempts later the telephone was finally answered, by a machine. It verified the phone figure and instructed me to provide a subject matter ; I hung up. What could I say to a machine ? Are you the machine with large breasts ? I sat around for a patch trying to settle if I should holler again and what I would say if the shucks motorcar answered. My hot pants won out and I dialed the telephone figure again.

The machine answered. `` Ah, hello ... I am calling about the ad you placed in the newspaper publisher. 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 distaff voice broke in, `` Hello, I do n't require to bang your name. Names are not important '', she said, `` The merely thing important to me is how often you do like large bosom. ``

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

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

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

'' First you have to fuck there will be no screw, '' she said flatly, `` You only get to fondle my breasts as long as I want you too, and that 's it. Is that understood ? ``

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

'' That 's the way it will be, that 's persona of the tryout. If you pass the test then I MIGHT present you a reward. But you have to demonstrate to me that you worship my breast as they should be worshiped."She paused.

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

'' Jesus ma'am you drive a concentrated deal,"I protested.

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

'' okeh gentlewoman okay, where and when ? ``

'' You know the observance 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 60 minutes ? ``

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

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

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

tempo back and forth in my living elbow room to pour down time and figure out what the perdition I was getting myself into. I was getting nervous about this confluence. Maybe I am just paranoid. No, I 'm steamy, blame horny. My go two girlfriends did n't bear a nice set of tits even if you added them together. I think that is what I was missing in those kinship, tit lust.

So I have called a alien, a woman who put an ad in the theme saying she wants mortal to worship her bosom. I have promised to contact her without knowing what she looks like or even if she will let me see her tit. And worst of all, she gets to match me out and if she does n't like what she sees I wo n't even eff if she was there or not. If she does n't care me, I 'll bet the phone gets disconnected again too.

What do I get out of all this, a vague promise of a advantage ? If I worship her titty, how do you idolise bosom ? Get down on your knee joint bowing and proclaiming 'Oh holy breasts'. wellspring at least I get to watch some airplane landing ; I have not done that in a while.



CHAPTER TWO - THE MEETING


There were seven or eight cars 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 voice on the speech sound. 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 leave behind rear bumper as learn. For about ten minute, I watched cable car pull in and out and tried to peer into the other cars to try to project out if the large breasted woman was there.

It was getting dark rapidly on this warm moonless summer Night. There was no illuminance in the viewing surface area ; all you could see was the headlights of the passing dealings and the bring down ignitor on the aircraft and airport rail and taxi lights.

somebody approached me from the early slope of my car. All I could see in the shadow was that it was a woman wearing a metro top and slacks and carrying a Brobdingnagian torch. She walked up to me and shined the fall directly in my heart. Totally ruining my night visual modality, 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 revere. ``

'' Get into the back seat on the rider face and close the door. ``

I did as she told me. She got in on the same side of meat in the breast derriere and closed the room access. The woman twisted around and knelt in the front end behind, facing in my direction. She reached out and pulled the headrest all the way up to the upper most billet. Then she blinded me with that red cent bright ass torch in my eyes again. I could not see defecate. Very cunning I thought. She had positioned herself so she could see out the cover and side windows of my car, and watch for anybody approaching. In addition, at the Same time because of the blinding flashlight, all I could make up out of her face was a blur with red spots.

She instructed me to run forward. As I leaned forward, I could see though the spots in my center what I had come to see. She had pulled down her underground top to just below her large brilliant breasts and positioned one on each side of the head restraint post.

I did not have a lot of interest in seeing her facial expression at that clock time. My only interest was in those fantastic knocker lying on the back of the front can 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 accommodate her desires.

I reached out slowly and gently caressed her vast titty with my work force. I could feel the weightiness of those monster bosom in the palms of my men. Slowly I traced my fingernails along the sides of each breast toward her nipples. The woman did not respond. However, her nipples did. nipple do not lie. When a char gets stimulated, her nipples stick out. This adult female 's nipples were about a 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 left breast, I flicked her erect nipple with the tip of my natural language. The woman responded this time. She let out a sonant groan. I flicked my tongue on the mamilla of her powerful bosom. She moaned again but this time her moan was just a affect yearner and a little louder. With just two picture show of my tongue, I had figured out what I wanted to love. Yep it is her right field chest. Being a chest lover has taught me that every woman has one breast 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 tongue around the nipple in small circles while lifting and squeezing as I was trying to coerce more tit into my mouth. It had the craved issue on her that I wanted. The woman moaned again and leaned even farther forward trying to draw Sir Thomas More of her breast into my mouth.

This erotic situation had an outcome on me also. While toying with her magnificent tit I grew one hell of a hardon. It had been a very long time since I had the pleasure of playing with gravid knocker. The more I sucked and licked her white meat the more than she moaned and the harder and more uncomfortable my dick became in my aristocratic jeans.

The woman 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 cleaning woman's cunt when she is in lust, it is the most sexy odor a man can smell out. My dick throbbed painfully in my pants. I figured the only if way that I could smell out her rousing was if the cleaning woman had one hand down her slacks, fingering her snatch. Just the cerebration of her fingering herself while I sucked her boob had my gumshoe leaking in my underwear.

It was now the right time. I switched my tit sucking efforts to her good breast. Her response was both expected and appreciated. I love knowing I am doing a skilful job. As I alternated between sucking hard and then gently but firmly flicking her nipple with my knife, she started moaning constantly and humping the seat harder.


CHAPTER THREE - THE REWARD

I felt the woman 's hand at my crotch tracing the lineation of my hardon through my jeans. She had reached around the can with her unloose hand and was trying to pull my zipper down. Releasing her white meat with my deal, 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 pecker was freed and I scooted up to the edge of the dorsum rear, the woman 's helping hand immediately encircled the shaft 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 well up fountainhead of my shaft. Her fingernails were scraping the rim of the foreland. She tickled the base of the head with her nails, squeezed the scape to get More precum, and massaged it over the head again. Her experienced hand was driving me up a wall. This char knew how to tease a guy's shaft. well I know how to tease tits.

I started sucking and licking her tits with totally desertion. Using my thumbs to squeeze the inside lot of her breasts forcing her nipple closer together so I could flick the nipples of both tits at the same meter. This had the desired effect ; she moaned louder than ever and started humping against the rear end 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 literal close to getting her rocks off, she maintained a demise handle on my tool. I did n't mind, it did not hurt, and I do n't think that you could give hurt my tool by squeezing it even with a vise because it was so solid. Just as she was getting to the peak of her climax, I let her feel my teeth as I bit her nipples just hard enough to air her over the edge. I love to make women have an orgasm.

As her sexual climax subsided, I slowed my sucking and nibbling down to let her down gently. She on the former deal did just the antonym with her hired man on my dick.

Her manus started sliding rapidly up and down the shaft of my peter. The ray of light 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 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 bird taking off the rocket pad. Every time my whoreson pulsed out another load of spermatozoon, she would squeeze my shaft very tight on the up accident helping it and me reach new heights. My sperm squirted all over the spine of the face seat. The cleaning woman just kept jacking my dick until my orchis were completely drained and my consistency 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 woman released my rapidly softening slit and a few import later the bean light in my car came on. The car rocked back and Forth River, as she exited. I was too tired to lift my top dog up to search at the woman who had given me so very much pleasance. 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 hired hand caressing the hair on the back of my head through the open window just before she turned to leave.

The close affair I heard her say as her footsteps crunched off into the distance in the gravel parking lot and the shadow was, `` ring me tomorrow. ``

THE END