Coyote account : THE BREAST lover ( M/F mast, confidence game )
Written by Koyote


CHAPTER ONE - THE PERSONAL AD

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

Large breasted cleaning woman looking for worshipers
Rewards given only to those who can worship properly.
There WILL be a test
Only unplayful need give, call ( nnn ) nnn-nnnn.

Large breasted women are my weakness. I start drooling every time one of them gets their immense mammilla close to me. What was there to lose ? What was there to gain ? The test with potential reinforcement was the up incline. The down face was it is more than likely a subterfuge, some street girl trying to drum up business. What is the regretful that could happen ; I could die. What the nether region, 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 birdcall. A couplet of weeks past before I got up adequate enteral fortitude to break up up the telephone. I always pay for my cunctation ; the issue was disconnected. Well I guess the vauntingly breasted womanhood had found a worshiper.

Two week later, the same advertisement appeared again with a different telephone number. I tripped over a chair in my hurry to get to the phone. Damn, no solution. At to the lowest degree the number was working this metre. I just had to find out if this was for real.

A couple of time of day and several unanswered effort later the telephone was finally answered, by a machine. It verified the phone number and instructed me to bequeath a message ; I hung up. What could I say to a machine ? Are you the political machine with large white meat ? 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 telephony number again.

The machine answered. `` Ah, hello ... I am calling about the ad you placed in the newspaper publisher. I think I might be the person 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 vox broke in, `` hi, I do n't desire to make love your epithet. Names are not important '', she said, `` The only matter crucial to me is how much you do like bombastic breast. ``

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

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

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

'' number 1 you have to sleep together there will be no fucking, '' 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 petty one sided is n't it ? ``

'' That 's the way it will be, that 's piece of the test. If you pass the trial then I MIGHT give you a reinforcement. But you have to prove to me that you worship my white meat as they should be worshiped."She paused.

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

'' Jesus peeress you drive a operose steal,"I protested.

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

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

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

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

'' The other one, in about a time of day. '' she said, `` Can you be there in an hour ? ``

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

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

I told the female 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 aliveness elbow room to belt down time and figure out what the Hell I was getting myself into. I was getting nervous about this encounter. Maybe I am just paranoid. No, I 'm turned on, blamed horny. My death two girlfriends did n't have a decorous 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 alien, a woman who put an ad in the report saying she wants mortal to worship her breasts. I have promised to run across her without knowing what she looks like or even if she will let me see her boob. 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 sleep with 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 hope of a reward ? If I worship her breasts, how do you worship breasts ? Get down on your knees bowing and proclaiming 'Oh holy breast'. Well at to the lowest degree I get to keep an eye on some plane landings ; I have not done that in a while.



CHAPTER TWO - THE confluence


There were seven or eight motorcar in the viewing lot when I arrived. I parked at the spinal column of the lot, my car facing away from the airdrome as instructed by the female voice on the phone. I turned off my locomotive but left the key on so I could heed to the radio as I waited. I got out and walked around to the back of the car to sit on the left wing derriere bumper as instructed. For about ten second, I watched railroad car pull in and out and tried to peer into the other cars to try to calculate out if the large breasted char was there.

It was getting dark rapidly on this warm moonless summer dark. There was no illumination in the view area ; all you could see was the headlight of the passing traffic and the landing Light Within on the aircraft and airport runway and taxi lights.

individual approached me from the other slope of my car. All I could see in the shadow was that it was a adult female wearing a thermionic valve top and quag and carrying a huge flashlight. She walked up to me and shined the light directly in my heart. Totally ruining my dark vision, 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 back seat on the passenger side and shut down the door. ``

I did as she told me. She got in on the same slope in the front can and closed the doorway. The woman twisted around and knelt in the front man fanny, facing in my direction. 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 eye again. I could not see shit. Very cunning I thought. She had positioned herself so she could see out the dorsum and side window of my car, and spotter for anybody approaching. In addition, at the same time because of the blinding flashlight, all I could make out of her face was a blur with red spots.

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

I did not have a lot of sake in seeing her fount at that sentence. My exclusively pastime was in those fantastic tits lying on the back of the front seat 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 willing to accommodate her desires.

I reached out slowly and gently caressed her immense breasts with my hands. I could feel the weight of those freak boob in the palms of my hands. Slowly I traced my fingernails along the sides of each chest toward her teat. The fair sex did not reply. However, her teat did. Nipples do not lie. When a woman gets stimulated, her mammilla stick out. This womanhood 's tit 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 mouth to her left breast, I flicked her erect nipple with the tip of my glossa. The woman responded this time. She let out a piano moan. I flicked my glossa on the pap of her compensate boob. She moaned again but this time her moan was just a tinge farsighted and a footling louder. With just two flicks of my tongue, I had figured out what I wanted to know. Yep it is her flop breast. Being a breast lover has taught me that every woman has one breast that is more spiritualist than the early 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 circuit while lifting and squeezing as I was trying to force Sir Thomas More tit into my oral fissure. It had the in demand effect on her that I wanted. The adult female moaned again and leaned even farther forward trying to draw more of her knocker into my mouth.

This erotic situation had an effect on me also. While toying with her magnificent tit I grew one hell of a hardon. It had been a very foresighted time since I had the pleasure of playing with big titty. The more I sucked and licked her tit the more she moaned and the firmly and more uncomfortable my prick became in my blue jeans.

The cleaning woman started humping against the seat back with her groin. It was then that I got a whiff of the odor. That pungent odour that emanates from a woman's pussy when she is in lustfulness, it is the most aphrodisiac olfactory sensation a man can smell. My dick throbbed painfully in my pants. I figured the simply way that I could smell her arousal was if the woman had one deal down her quag, fingering her pussy. Just the sentiment of her fingering herself while I sucked her breast had my dick leaking in my underwear.

It was now the right time. I switched my tit sucking efforts to her right white meat. 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 mamilla with my natural language, she started moaning constantly and humping the seat harder.


CHAPTER terzetto - THE payoff

I felt the cleaning lady 's hand at my crotch tracing the outline of my hardon through my jean. She had reached around the seat with her free deal and was trying to extract my zipper down. Releasing her breast with my hands, 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 dick was freed and I scooted up to the edge of the back seat, the adult female 's hired hand immediately encircled the beam of light of my dick. She definitely knew what she was doing. Slowly she stroked and squeezed my dick in time to my tit suck. Her quarter round rubbed across the head spreading my precum all over the swollen head of my peter. Her fingernails were scraping the rim of the head. She tickled the base of the pass with her nails, squeezed the cock to produce more precum, and massaged it over the head again. Her have hand was driving me up a rampart. This cleaning woman knew how to tease a guy's dick. Well I know how to tease tits.

I started sucking and licking her breast with totally abandonment. Using my pollex to coerce the inside portion of her tit forcing her mamilla closer together so I could jerk the mammilla of both teat at the Lapplander fourth dimension. This had the desired impression ; she moaned louder than ever and started humping against the seat back very hard, she momentarily forgot about my raging hardon.

Her respiration and moaning came rapidly with little `` oh oh oh oh ''. As she was getting real close to getting her rocks off, she maintained a last grip on my tool. I did n't heed, it did not hurt, and I do n't think that you could let hurt my dick by squeezing it even with a vise because it was so satisfying. Just as she was getting to the pinnacle of her climax, I let her feel my teeth as I bit her nipples just hard enough to send her over the border. I love to earn cleaning lady have an orgasm.

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

Her hand started sliding rapidly up and down the shaft of my putz. 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 orgasm that she gave was one of the best that I have ever had. She squeezed my gumshoe exceptionally hard on the last upstroke. It made cum shoot out of my dick like the shuttle taking off the arugula pad. Every time my prick pulsed out another lading of sperm, she would press my spear very tight on the up chance event helping it and me reach new heights. My sperm squirted all over the back of the front tail end. The char just kept jacking my dick until my testicle were completely drained and my body was in a DoS of almost amount collapse.

All I could do is sit there with my head resting against the seat back and pant, trying to trip up my breath. The woman released my rapidly softening SOB and a few mo later the bean light in my car came on. The car rocked back and Forth, as she exited. I was too tired to annul my head up to take care at the woman who had given me so a good deal pleasure. Besides, if I tried to see at her she would just dim me with that tinker's damn flash light again, so I did not even try. I felt her hand caressing the hair on the back of my foreland through the open windowpane just before she turned to leave.

The survive thing I heard her say as her footfall crunched off into the length in the crushed rock parking lot and the shadow was, `` hollo me tomorrow. ``

THE END