Coyote account : THE BREAST LOVER ( M/F mast, cons )
Written by Koyote


CHAPTER ONE - THE PERSONAL AD

I ran across an advertisement in the personals plane section of the newspaper. It was a simple little advertizement but it was intriguing because of what it promised. The ad simply stated :

Large breasted char looking for believer
payoff given only to those who can worship properly.
There WILL be a test
Only serious need apply, shout out ( nnn ) nnn-nnnn.

Large breasted cleaning lady 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 payoff was the up side. The down side was it is more than likely a blind, some hustler trying to bone up business enterprise. What is the mop up that could happen ; I could die. What the underworld, you can not be killed over the telephone set. At least I never heard of that happening over the telephone.

I was discerning so I kept putting off making the call. A couple of workweek past before I got up adequate intestinal fortitude to plunk up the phone. 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 number. I tripped over a death chair in my haste to get to the telephone set. Damn, no solvent. At to the lowest degree the number was working this time. I just had to incur out if this was for real.

A span of hours and various unrequited attempts later the telephony was finally answered, by a machine. It verified the telephone set number and instructed me to lead a subject matter ; I hung up. What could I say to a political machine ? Are you the automobile with orotund breast ? I sat around for a piece trying to decide if I should name again and what I would say if the damn machine answered. My horniness won out and I dialed the telephone number again.

The political machine 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 voice broke in, `` Hello, I do n't want to get it on your gens. Names are not important '', she said, `` The only affair important to me is how much you do like tumid titty. ``

'' I love large titty ; they are the sexiest affair in the world."I replied.

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

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

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

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

'' That 's the way it will be, that 's part of the test. If you pass the run then I MIGHT move over you a reward. But you have to prove to me that you worship my bosom as they should be worshiped."She paused.

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

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

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

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

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

'' Which one, the one on aerodrome Road or the early one ?"I asked.

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

'' Yes I can ... but how will I make out 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 distaff voice on the early 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 animation room to kill fourth dimension 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 decent 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 stranger, a woman who put an ad in the paper saying she wants someone to hero-worship her white meat. I have promised to meet her without knowing what she looks like or even if she will let me see her chest. And spoiled of all, she gets to check me out and if she does n't like what she sees I wo n't even know 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 obscure promise of a reward ? If I worship her breasts, how do you hero-worship breasts ? Get down on your knees bowing and proclaiming 'Oh holy breast'. fountainhead at least I get to watch some airplane landing ; I have not done that in a while.



CHAPTER TWO - THE get together


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 aerodrome as instructed by the female vocalization on the phone. I turned off my engine but left the key on so I could take heed to the radio as I waited. I got out and walked around to the spine of the car to sit on the left rear bumper as apprize. For about ten arcminute, I watched cable car pull in and out and tried to peer into the other auto to try to figure out if the large breasted woman was there.

It was getting dark rapidly on this warm moonless summer night. There was no illumination in the consider domain ; all you could see was the headlight of the passing play dealings and the set ashore lights on the aircraft and airport runway and cab lights.

Someone approached me from the other side of my car. All I could see in the duskiness was that it was a womanhood wearing a electron tube top and mire and carrying a vast flashlight. She walked up to me and shined the wanton directly in my middle. Totally ruining my night visual sense, 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 binding seat on the passenger side and fill up the threshold. ``

I did as she told me. She got in on the same position in the front seat and closed the door. The woman twisted around and knelt in the breast seat, facing in my direction. She reached out and pulled the headrest all the way up to the pep pill most position. Then she blinded me with that damn bright ass torch in my centre again. I could not see ca-ca. Very clever I thought. She had positioned herself so she could see out the back and side windows of my car, and ticker for anybody approaching. In addition, at the Same clip because of the blinding torch, all I could make out of her face was a fuzz with red spots.

She instructed me to run forward. As I leaned forward, I could see though the point in my eyes what I had come to see. She had pulled down her pipe 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 pastime in seeing her face at that time. My only pastime was in those antic nipple lying on the dorsum of the nominal head tush 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 ad had said. I was more than volition to admit her desires.

I reached out slowly and gently caressed her Brobdingnagian breasts with my script. I could sense the free weight of those monster pap in the palms of my hands. Slowly I traced my fingernails along the sides of each breast toward her nipples. The fair sex did not react. However, her nipples did. Nipples do not lie. When a cleaning lady gets stimulated, her mamilla stick out. This charwoman '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 allow breast, I flicked her erect nipple with the tip of my tongue. The cleaning lady responded this time. She let out a soft moan. I flicked my tongue on the nipple of her ripe breast. She moaned again but this prison term her moan was just a meet longer and a little louder. With just two motion-picture show of my tongue, I had figured out what I wanted to get it on. Yep it is her rightfulness breast. Being a chest lover has taught me that every woman has one titty that is more sensitive than the early one.

Therefore, I started on her less sensitive left bosom. Opening my mouth blanket and gently sucking in as much of her chest as would fit. Then very slowly, I started rotating my clapper around the mamilla in small dress circle while lifting and squeezing as I was trying to force more tit into my oral cavity. It had the desired upshot on her that I wanted. The fair sex moaned again and leaned even farther forward trying to force more of her breast into my lip.

This erotic situation had an effect on me also. While toying with her magnificent titty I grew one Hades 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 titty the more than she moaned and the firmly and more uncomfortable my cock became in my blue jeans.

The woman started humping against the rear back with her groin. It was then that I got a puff of the odor. That pungent odor that emanates from a charwoman's snatch when she is in luxuria, it is the most aphrodisiacal odor a man can reek. My dick throbbed painfully in my pants. I figured the alone way that I could smell her arousal was if the char had one hand down her drop-off, fingering her kitty-cat. Just the opinion of her fingering herself while I sucked her titties had my tool leaking in my underwear.

It was now the right time. I switched my tit sucking campaign to her right chest. 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 teat with my tongue, she started moaning constantly and humping the place harder.


CHAPTER THREE - THE REWARD

I felt the woman 's helping hand at my private parts tracing the synopsis of my hardon through my jeans. She had reached around the derriere with her relieve bridge player and was trying to pull my zipper down. Releasing her boob with my manpower, I helped her. I unsnapped my blue jean, unzipped them, and with enceinte difficulty pushed them and my underpants down until they were at my ankles, I exposed my aching dick.

As soon as my peter was freed and I scooted up to the edge of the back seat, the woman 's mitt immediately encircled the cock of my dick. She definitely knew what she was doing. Slowly she stroked and squeezed my dick in prison term to my tit suction. Her ovolo rubbed across the oral sex spreading my precum all over the puff up promontory of my dick. Her fingernails were scraping the rim of the head. She tickled the base of the head with her nails, squeezed the beam to farm Thomas More precum, and massaged it over the forefront again. Her experienced hand was driving me up a wall. This woman knew how to ride a guy's peter. well I know how to tease tits.

I started sucking and licking her tits with totally abandonment. Using my thumb to thrust the inside portion of her knocker forcing her teat closer together so I could flick the mammilla of both titmouse at the same time. This had the desired effect ; she moaned louder than ever and started humping against the backside 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 rocks off, she maintained a death clench on my dick. I did n't mind, it did not hurt, and I do n't think that you could throw hurt my hawkshaw by squeezing it even with a bench 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 pap just hard enough to send her over the edge. I love to make char have an orgasm.

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

Her hand started sliding rapidly up and down the cock of my dick. The lance was slick, well lubricated by the congius 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 finally upstroke. It made cum shoot out of my dick like the shuttle taking off the rocket pad. Every clip my scratch pulsed out another loading of sperm, she would press my shaft very tight on the up shot helping it and me reach new heights. 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 torso was in a nation of almost total collapse.

All I could do is sit there with my caput resting against the seat back and pant, trying to capture my breath. The woman released my rapidly softening prick and a few consequence later the bean light in my car came on. The car rocked back and forth, as she exited. I was too tired to raise my header up to face at the woman who had given me so a good deal 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 spinal column of my headland through the give window just before she turned to leave.

The close matter I heard her say as her footsteps crunched off into the aloofness in the gravel parking lot and the dark was, `` bid me tomorrow. ``

THE END