Coyote Chronicles: THE BREAST LOVER

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


CHAPTER ONE – THE PERSONAL AD

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

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

Large breasted women 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 rewards was the up side. The down side was it is more than likely a subterfuge, some hooker trying to drum up business. What is the worst that could happen; I could die. What the hell, you cannot 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 call. A couple of weeks past before I got up enough intestinal fortitude to pick up the telephone. I always pay for my procrastination; the number was disconnected. Well I guess the large breasted woman had found a worshiper.

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

A couple of hours and several unanswered attempts later the telephone was finally answered, by a machine. It verified the telephone number 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 while trying to decide if I should call again and what I would say if the damn machine answered. My horniness won out and I dialed the telephone number again.

The machine answered. “Ah, hello… I am calling about the ad you placed in the paper. 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, “Hello, I don’t want to know your name. Names are not important”, she said, “The only thing important to me is how much you do like large breasts.”

“I love large breasts; they are the sexiest thing in the world.” I replied.

“Well you WILL have to prove that to ME,” the woman 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 breasts as long as I want you too, and that’s it. Is that understood?”

“Jesus lady that’s a little one sided isn’t it?”

“That’s the way it will be, that’s part of the test. If you pass the test then I MIGHT give you a reward. 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 breasts or not?” she asked.

“Jesus lady you drive a hard bargain,” I protested.

“Yes or no. I have other callers.”

“Okay lady okay, where and when?”

“You know the observation lot by the airport?”

“Which one, the one on Airport Road or the other one?” I asked.

“The other one, in about a hour.” she said, “Can you be there in an hour?”

“Yes I can…