prairie wolf Chronicles : THE knocker LOVER ( M/F mast, flimflam )
Written by Koyote


CHAPTER ONE - THE PERSONAL AD

I ran across an ad in the personals section of the newspaper. It was a unproblematic piddling advertising 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 test
Only serious need apply, yell ( nnn ) nnn-nnnn.

Large breasted adult female are my weakness. I start drooling every time one of them gets their Brobdingnagian boob close to me. What was there to fall back ? What was there to gain ? The run with possible wages was the up side. The down side was it is more than likely a subterfuge, some floozie trying to drum up business. What is the worst that could find ; I could die. What the hell, you can not be killed over the telephone. At least I never heard of that happening over the telephone.

I was worried so I kept putting off making the yell. A pair of weeks past before I got up enough enteral fortitude to break up up the telephone. I always pay for my procrastination ; the number was disconnected. wellspring I guess the vauntingly breasted woman had found a worshiper.

Two weeks later, the same advertisement appeared again with a different telephone set number. I tripped over a chairperson in my rush to get to the telephony. damn, no answer. At least the number was working this prison term. I just had to find out if this was for real.

A couple of hours and respective unanswered attempts later the telephone was finally answered, by a machine. It verified the telephone number and instructed me to pass on a message ; I hung up. What could I say to a machine ? Are you the machine with vauntingly knocker ? I sat around for a piece trying to adjudicate if I should call again and what I would say if the shit auto answered. My horniness won out and I dialed the telephone telephone number again.

The motorcar answered. `` Ah, hello ... I am calling about the ad you placed in the paper. I think I might be the soul 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 interpreter broke in, `` Hello, I do n't need to know your epithet. public figure are not significant '', she said, `` The only affair important to me is how a good deal you do like boastfully breast. ``

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

'' wellspring you WILL have to testify that to ME, '' the womanhood 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 tit 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 share of the test. If you pass the test then I MIGHT yield 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 worship my titty or not ? '' she asked.

'' Jesus of Nazareth lady you drive a gruelling steal,"I protested.

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

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

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

'' Which one, the one on Airport route or the other one ?"I asked.

'' The early one, in about a hr. '' she said, `` Can you be there in an hour ? ``

'' Yes I can ... but how will I roll in the hay if you 're there ? ``

'' You wo n't unless I want you to. What form of car and what coloring of car do you birth ? ``

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

Pacing back and Forth in my living elbow room to bolt down fourth dimension and figure out what the Inferno I was getting myself into. I was getting nervous about this meeting. Maybe I am just paranoid. No, I 'm randy, damn horny. My lowest two girlfriends did n't have a nice set of titty even if you added them together. I think that is what I was missing in those kinship, tit lust.

So I have called a stranger, a char who put an ad in the theme saying she wants person to worship her bosom. I have promised to meet her without knowing what she looks like or even if she will let me see her bosom. And worst of all, she gets to check me out and if she does n't wish what she sees I wo n't even experience if she was there or not. If she does n't like me, I 'll bet the telephone gets disconnected again too.

What do I get out of all this, a vague promise of a payoff ? If I worship her breast, how do you worship knocker ? Get down on your knees bowing and proclaiming 'Oh holy breasts'. Well at least I get to look out some plane 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 airdrome as instructed by the female person voice on the earphone. I turned off my locomotive engine but left the key on so I could listen to the radio as I waited. I got out and walked around to the back of the car to sit on the left tail end bumper as instructed. For about ten minute of arc, I watched machine pull in and out and tried to peer into the other cars to try to figure out if the gravid breasted womanhood was there.

It was getting dark rapidly on this warm moonless summer Night. There was no light in the viewing expanse ; all you could see was the headlights of the passing dealings and the bring lights on the aircraft and airport runway and taxi lights.

mortal approached me from the early face 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 huge flashlight. She walked up to me and shined the unaccented directly in my centre. Totally ruining my Night imagination, 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 revere. ``

'' Get into the endorse seat on the rider side of meat and close the threshold. ``

I did as she told me. She got in on the Same side of meat in the figurehead seat and closed the threshold. The woman twisted around and knelt in the battlefront nates, facing in my counsel. She reached out and pulled the headrest all the way up to the upper most position. Then she blinded me with that darn bright ass flashlight in my centre again. I could not see tinker's damn. Very clever I thought. She had positioned herself so she could see out the back and side window of my car, and watch for anybody approaching. In plus, at the same metre because of the blinding torch, all I could prepare out of her face was a blur with red spots.

She instructed me to incline 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 vacuum tube top to just below her with child magnificent breasts and positioned one on each position of the headrest post.

I did not own a lot of interest in seeing her face at that time. My only pastime was in those terrific tits lying on the back of the face tail end 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 advertizing had said. I was more than willing to accommodate her desires.

I reached out slowly and gently caressed her vast breasts with my deal. I could feel the weight of those fiend tits in the palms of my hands. Slowly I traced my fingernails along the sides of each breast toward her mammilla. The woman did not respond. However, her nipples did. Nipples do not lie. When a charwoman gets stimulated, her nipples stick out. This woman 's mammilla 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 constitute them longer.

Lowering my sass to her provide breast, I flicked her erect nipple with the tip of my knife. The adult female responded this clip. She let out a soft moan. I flicked my clapper on the mamilla of her right boob. She moaned again but this time her moan was just a impact retentive and a little louder. With just two flicks of my tongue, I had figured out what I wanted to cognise. Yep it is her right bosom. Being a titty devotee has taught me that every woman has one titty that is more tender than the other one.

Therefore, I started on her less tender left tit. Opening my mouth broad and gently sucking in as much of her breast as would fit. Then very slowly, I started rotating my tongue around the nipple in modest circles while lifting and squeezing as I was trying to force more than tit into my mouth. It had the in demand effect on her that I wanted. The char moaned again and leaned even farther forward trying to force more of her breast into my rima oris.

This erotic situation had an effect on me also. While toying with her magnificent breasts I grew one hell of a hardon. It had been a very farsighted clip since I had the joy of playing with large tit. The more I sucked and licked her breasts the Thomas More she moaned and the surd and more uncomfortable my peter became in my blue 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 lecherousness, it is the most sexy odor a man can smell. My dick throbbed painfully in my pants. I figured the only way that I could smack her foreplay was if the char had one hand down her slacks, fingering her cunt. Just the opinion of her fingering herself while I sucked her boob had my dick leaking in my underwear.

It was now the right time. I switched my tit sucking attempt to her right white meat. Her reaction was both expected and appreciated. I love knowing I am doing a salutary 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 seat harder.


CHAPTER ternary - THE wages

I felt the cleaning woman 's handwriting at my fork tracing the schema of my hardon through my jeans. She had reached around the fanny with her relieve deal and was trying to pull my zipper down. Releasing her chest with my men, I helped her. I unsnapped my dungaree, unzipped them, and with with child trouble pushed them and my underpants down until they were at my ankle, I exposed my aching dick.

As soon as my dick was freed and I scooted up to the boundary of the back keister, the charwoman 's hand immediately encircled the ray of light of my dick. She definitely knew what she was doing. Slowly she stroked and squeezed my dick in fourth dimension to my tit sucking. Her thumb rubbed across the head spreading my precum all over the tumesce head of my tool. Her fingernails were scraping the rim of the point. She tickled the fundament of the nous with her nails, squeezed the shaft to produce more precum, and massaged it over the head again. Her live handwriting was driving me up a wall. This woman knew how to tantalize a guy's dick. fountainhead I know how to tease tits.

I started sucking and licking her tits with totally abandonment. Using my quarter round to wring the inside serving of her breast forcing her mamilla closer together so I could flick the pap of both tits at the same metre. 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 ventilation and moaning came rapidly with little `` oh oh oh oh ''. As she was getting real close to getting her rocks off, she maintained a death grasp on my hawkshaw. I did n't mind, it did not hurt, and I do n't think that you could accept hurt my gumshoe by squeezing it even with a vise because it was so hearty. Just as she was getting to the peak of her climax, I let her finger my teeth as I bit her teat just hard enough to institutionalize her over the sharpness. I love to make women experience an orgasm.

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

Her hand started sliding rapidly up and down the shaft of my dick. The dick 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 climax that she gave was one of the best that I have ever had. She squeezed my prick exceptionally hard on the finally upstroke. It made cum shoot out of my dick like the shuttle taking off the rocket pad. Every time my prick pulsed out another cargo of sperm, she would hug my shaft very tight on the up stroke helping it and me reach new heights. My sperm squirted all over the book binding of the front line seat. The cleaning lady just kept jacking my dick until my ball were completely drained and my torso was in a land of almost total collapse.

All I could do is sit there with my head resting against the rear end back and pant, trying to enamour my hint. The cleaning lady released my rapidly softening prick and a few minute later the dome visible light in my car came on. The car rocked back and Forth River, as she exited. I was too banal to lift my head up to look at the fair sex who had given me so often pleasance. Besides, if I tried to look at her she would just dim me with that shit 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 last thing I heard her say as her footsteps crunched off into the aloofness in the gravel parking lot and the wickedness was, `` Call me tomorrow. ``

THE END