mouth fetish.

       An online profile catches my eye, "Looking for a sweet girl to spend some time with. Must have lots of energy, be positive, and have a pretty mouth."

       It drove me wild when my last boyfriend used to touch my mouth during sex.  I loved it when he used to kiss my neck, while toying his finger around the rim of my lips.  He always had such a warm, wet, welcoming mouth himself, that would get me similarly wet just thinking about it.  I could almost come from him kissing me deeply, and it goes without saying that I absolutely loved having his cock in my mouth, as well.  I always came hardest when my mouth was full.  

       So, it's obvious why the words, "pretty mouth" appealed to me.  That phrase in particular, makes me a little wet, because the one saying it is usually thinking about fucking it.  And that to me, is the sexiest.  It's either a bold request by this guy on his online profile, basically admitting that he wants a good cocksucker; or, the guy is so oblivious, naive, or foreign, that it's to be taken at face value.  Or he has a mouth fetish, like me.  I feel that satisfying tingle again between my legs.  I scan the rest of his profile, and he looks pretty normal.  Not to mention, fairly attractive.  I message him back, admitting to myself that I am up for getting laid, just as much as finding a new partner, and I can't blame the guy for potentially being in the same position. 

       We meet at a local cafe.  I've only given him an hour; a precaution I now take from past internet mismatches.  I see him as soon as I enter, wearing the light blue shirt he said he would be.  Clean cut, a little older than the picture on his profile, but with a sharp, attractive jawline.  I stop to put on a little lip gloss.  When I approach, I see how the shirt brings out the soft blue in his eyes, balancing his harder features nicely.  "Thomas?"  He rises, gives me a formal handshake, and gestures for me to sit down.  Throughout the chitchat, he seems serious, doesn't really make eye contact, and is rather quiet.  I nervously overtalk.  I'm about to conclude that he isn't that into me, when I realize that while he isn't looking into my eyes, he is however, focussed very intently on my mouth.  Now and then, I see the corner of his lips curl up in satisfaction, as he watches.  As I become aware that my mouth is being observed so carefully, I make an effort to move my lips and tongue as sensually as possible.  The whole thing is really turning me on.  I keep hearing the words 'pretty mouth' in my head, and picturing him getting hard thinking about what he wants to do to mine.  As the hour draws to a close, I tell him that I have another hour or so to spare, if he doesn't have anywhere he has to be.

       Back at his place, Thomas fixes me a drink, and we're sitting on his sofa. His apartment is impeccably clean, almost unnervingly so, if I weren't so particular about tidiness myself.  Makes me hopeful that he does have a sexual neurosis of some sort.  He serves me a milky looking liquor on ice, and it seems to bring him pleasure to watch me drink it.  It feels like cool, creamy heaven in my mouth.  Again I find him staring, and now in the privacy of his room, I tease, "So, do I have a pretty mouth?”  His eyes dart up to mine, maybe for the first time yet.  
       “Yes,” he exhales.  
       “You can touch it, if you want,” I casually reply.  A smile spreads across his face, almost with a look of relief, or thanks.  I feel myself smile as well, nodding, “Go ahead”.  

       He reaches forward, first cradling my face in his hand, then letting his thumb wander toward my lips.  I watch his face, and my breath quickens, seeing how much he enjoys touching me there.  He moves his thumb just close enough inside my mouth to gather a bit of moisture, which he spreads over my lower lip.  I readjust on the couch, and realize how wet I am.  I quickly remove my blouse.  
       "Keep going,"  I tell him.  I kneel on the carpet, still wearing my bra and skirt, and he stands over me, the bulge of his cock now near my face.  I grasp my hands behind me, in a sign of submission.  
       "Can you open your mouth?" he says.  I do so, with my tongue still in my mouth, my lips open in an "o" shape, making sure to look up at him while I do it.  He again uses his thumb to trace the circle of my open mouth, and then completely plunges it inside.  I seal my lips around it, and I let him slowly thrust it in and out of my mouth.  My pussy floods with moisture, and I fight to keep my eyes from rolling back in my head, it's so pleasurable.  Every part of me wants to be touched.  He extracts his finger, leaving me gasping.  I'm pleased to see that he too, is breathless. 

       "Show me your tongue," Thomas says, with a little more confidence.  I obey immediately, sticking it out as far as I can, while having it still look relaxed and soft.  He gives me the tip of his finger, which I enthusiastically encircle with my tongue.  He pulls at my cheeks; gently tugging, one by one, to see how far I can open.  I love being inspected like this, as if he's seeing whether my mouth is up to the task.  I find myself eager to please.  Satisfied, he slowly unbuttons his pants, revealing a massive hard on.  I smile at the thought of taking a cock in my mouth, but feel nervous at the sight of it, because I've never had something that big in my mouth.  I see now, why he wanted to see its capabilities first.  I move to grasp it with my hand, but he tells me not to.  
        "Leave your hands behind you."  I do so, leaning forward, and parting my lips to take the head into mouth.  I was right.  This is the biggest cock I've ever had.  I widen my jaw, and take as much as I can.  With his thick cock filling my mouth, almost touching the back of my throat, I feel so perfect and full.  I reach down beneath my skirt, to play with myself, and immediately feel the urge to come.  I start to move my mouth over him, but he puts his hand in my hair to still me.  Instead, he starts to slowly thrust.  
        "Look up at me."  In the ecstasy of it, I had closed my eyes.  The pleasure of my eyes meeting his, with my mouth open so wide and so full with his cock, makes him pick up speed.  "Hold it open."  He thrusts longer, so that each time his cock leaves me completely, then comes right back, in a precise, fluid movement, into the waiting, open hole of my mouth.  
        "Keep it open. Don't move."  I'm going to come.  Furiously rubbing my clit, I feel myself spasm and release, crying out, while at almost the same time, feel his cock explode hot liquid while at the deepest part of my throat.  I swallow, and collapse on my elbow beside me, gasping for breath.  He sits, almost falling into the couch. 

       I look at Thomas from my place on the floor, and he smiles.  I ask, "What are you doing next week?"