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


CHAPTER ONE - THE PERSONAL AD

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

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

Large breasted women are my weakness. I start drooling every fourth dimension one of them gets their huge knocker close to me. What was there to miss ? What was there to gain ? The test with possible rewards was the up face. The downcast side was it is more than likely a subterfuge, some floozy trying to bone up up business. What is the spoilt that could happen ; I could die. What the hell, you can not be killed over the telephone. At to the lowest degree 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 plenty intestinal fortitude to pick up the phone. I always pay for my procrastination ; the routine was disconnected. Well I guess the turgid breasted charwoman had found a worshiper.

Two weeks later, the same advertising appeared again with a different telephone turn. I tripped over a chair in my precipitation to get to the telephone. Damn, no reply. At least the telephone number was working this time. I just had to find out if this was for real.

A couple of hours and several unanswered endeavor later the telephone was finally answered, by a machine. It verified the phone bit and instructed me to leave a message ; I hung up. What could I say to a machine ? Are you the machine with large breasts ? I sat around for a piece trying to decide if I should call again and what I would say if the shit political machine answered. My hotness won out and I dialed the telephone telephone 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 voice broke in, `` hullo, I do n't want to know your figure. public figure are not authoritative '', she said, `` The only if thing significant to me is how much you do like gravid breasts. ``

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

'' Well you WILL feature to turn up that to ME, '' the cleaning lady stated.

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

'' start you have to bed there will be no fucking, '' she said flatly, `` You only get to caress my breasts as long as I want you too, and that 's it. Is that understood ? ``

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

'' That 's the way it will be, that 's part of the mental testing. If you pass the exam then I MIGHT give way 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 bosom or not ? '' she asked.

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

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

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

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

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

'' The other one, in about a time of day. '' she said, `` Can you be there in an 60 minutes ? ``

'' 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 variety of car and what color of car do you have ? ``

I told the female person voice 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 room to pour down clip and shape out what the hell I was getting myself into. I was getting anxious about this meeting. Maybe I am just paranoiac. No, I 'm horny, damn horny. My lastly two lady friend 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 womanhood who put an ad in the paper saying she wants someone to idolize her breasts. I have promised to see her without knowing what she looks like or even if she will let me see her breast. And tough of all, she gets to check me out and if she does n't like what she sees I wo n't even roll in the hay if she was there or not. If she does n't like me, I 'll bet the telephony gets disconnected again too.

What do I get out of all this, a vague promise of a reinforcement ? If I worship her bosom, how do you worship bosom ? Get down on your human knee bowing and proclaiming 'Oh holy tit'. Well at least I get to find out 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 vocalization on the earpiece. 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 set up bumper as instructed. For about ten minutes, I watched cars commit in and out and tried to peer into the former automobile to try to figure out if the large breasted woman was there.

It was getting dark rapidly on this tender moonless summer nighttime. There was no illumination in the reckon country ; all you could see was the headlights of the passing dealings and the shore lights on the aircraft and airport runway and taxi lights.

soul approached me from the other side of meat of my car. All I could see in the darkness was that it was a fair sex wearing a pipe top and quagmire and carrying a huge torch. She walked up to me and shined the light directly in my eye. 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 phrase that I had been instructed me to say, `` I 'm here to worship. ``

'' Get into the back seat on the passenger side and close the door. ``

I did as she told me. She got in on the same side in the front derriere and closed the door. The woman twisted around and knelt in the movement seat, facing in my steering. She reached out and pulled the head restraint 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 dorsum and side windows of my car, and watch for anybody approaching. In gain, at the same time because of the blinding flashlight, all I could make out of her human face was a fuzz with red spots.

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

I did not sustain a lot of sake in seeing her face at that time. My sole pastime was in those fantastic pap lying on the book binding of the front place begging to be kissed and fondled. She had told me that she did not need to be romanced. All she wanted was exactly what her advertisement had said. I was more than volition to accommodate her desires.

I reached out slowly and gently caressed her huge bosom with my hands. I could feel the weight unit of those goliath tits in the palms of my handwriting. Slowly I traced my fingernails along the sides of each tit toward her tit. The adult female did not answer. However, her nipples did. teat do not lie. When a woman gets stimulated, her teat stick out. This woman 's nipple were about a one-half on an column 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 go out boob, I flicked her erect nipple with the tip of my tongue. The cleaning woman responded this clock time. She let out a soft moan. I flicked my clapper on the nipple of her right breast. She moaned again but this time her moan was just a touch longer and a footling louder. With just two flick of my tongue, I had figured out what I wanted to bed. Yep it is her right wing tit. Being a tit lover has taught me that every woman has one breast that is more sensitive than the other one.

Therefore, I started on her less sensitive left white meat. Opening my oral cavity wide and gently sucking in as often of her white meat as would fit. Then very slowly, I started rotating my tongue around the pap in small roundabout while lifting and squeezing as I was trying to force more tit into my mouth. It had the desired effect on her that I wanted. The woman moaned again and leaned even farther forward trying to force more of her breast into my mouth.

This erotic berth had an outcome on me also. While toying with her magnificent boob I grew one hell of a hardon. It had been a very long metre since I had the pleasure of playing with great titty. The more I sucked and licked her breast the more than she moaned and the knockout and more uncomfortable my dick became in my gamey jeans.

The woman started humping against the fanny back with her bulwark. It was then that I got a whiff of the odor. That pungent olfactory perception that emanates from a charwoman's puss when she is in lust, it is the most aphrodisiac olfactory property a man can smell. My dick throbbed painfully in my pants. I figured the only way that I could smell her stimulation was if the cleaning woman had one hand down her slump, fingering her pussy. Just the thought of her fingering herself while I sucked her knocker had my cock leaking in my underwear.

It was now the right time. I switched my tit sucking crusade to her right breast. Her chemical reaction was both expected and appreciated. I love knowing I am doing a honest 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 THREE - THE REWARD

I felt the woman 's manus at my crotch tracing the outline of my hardon through my jeans. She had reached around the seat with her innocent paw and was trying to pull my zipper down. Releasing her breast with my hands, I helped her. I unsnapped my jeans, unzipped them, and with keen 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 fair sex 's hired hand immediately encircled the shot of my dick. She definitely knew what she was doing. Slowly she stroked and squeezed my peter in prison term to my tit sucking. Her pollex rubbed across the header spreading my precum all over the intumesce head of my cock. Her fingernails were scraping the rim of the head. She tickled the alkali of the head with her nails, squeezed the dick to bring forth more precum, and massaged it over the promontory again. Her know manus was driving me up a wall. This woman knew how to rag a guy's tool. fountainhead I know how to rally tits.

I started sucking and licking her tits with totally defection. Using my thumb to shove the inside portion of her breasts forcing her pap closer together so I could flick the nipples of both titty at the same meter. This had the coveted 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 rock music off, she maintained a expiry clench on my putz. I did n't heed, it did not hurt, and I do n't believe that you could deliver hurt my peter by squeezing it even with a vise because it was so unanimous. Just as she was getting to the peak of her climax, I let her feel my tooth as I bit her tit just hard enough to send her over the border. I love to hit women take 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 paired with her hand on my dick.

Her hand started sliding rapidly up and down the shaft of my dick. The shaft was slick, well lubricated by the gallons 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 beneficial that I have ever had. She squeezed my hawkshaw exceptionally hard on the terminal upstroke. It made cum shoot out of my dick like the shuttlecock taking off the rocket pad. Every time my prick pulsed out another load of sperm, she would squeeze my shaft very tight on the up stroke helping it and me reach new heights. My spermatozoon squirted all over the back of the front seat. The cleaning lady just kept jacking my prick until my testicles were completely drained and my consistency was in a country of almost total collapse.

All I could do is sit there with my top dog resting against the tail back and pant, trying to catch my breath. The adult female released my rapidly softening prick and a few moments later the dome luminance in my car came on. The car rocked back and Forth River, as she exited. I was too shopworn to lift my head up to await at the woman who had given me so a great deal pleasure. Besides, if I tried to front at her she would just blind me with that damn flash light again, so I did not even try. I felt her helping hand caressing the hair on the back of my head through the spread windowpane just before she turned to leave.

The survive thing I heard her say as her footfall crunched off into the distance in the gravel parking lot and the darkness was, `` yell me tomorrow. ``

THE END