A Deep, Writhing Need

She kept her body facing forward as she walked past me into the apartment. Her head pivoting to keep eyes locked with mine for as long as she could manage. As her neck hinged her mouth parted softly, in a slow and carnal tease. And as her lips opened, I couldn’t help but visualize her holding them against my now swelling cock.

The combination of her penetrating stare, her thick eye makeup, her dick-sucking-red lipstick, and the form of her mouth relayed to me a message that only the most lascivious of sluts could hope to broadcast… there was a deep writhing need inside of her. It gave her face a starved, ravishing expression that could only be achieved by those that truly crave the taste of a man’s dick. It was a look not even the most cock-crazed could master without a short lifetime of practice.

I imagined all the practice it took for her to earn that gaze. All those hours spent with her tongue lightly pressed forward, holding perfect eye contact, dragging those lips up and down countless hard quivering shafts, in anticipation of all those impending feasts.

The more I stared at her open mouth, the more I could already feel her lips and tongue prying their way across my hardened cock. I could already see her pressing my swollen manhood flat against her face, breathing in deeply, her eyes closed in a moment of indulgence, meditating on the air passing over my lipstick-smeared cock as it filled her lungs with the feral scented unction that her lips were telling me she had to have. I could already appreciate her savoring one last breath before finally sliding her tongue under the head of my solid cock and plunging the long firm shaft into the lush warm wetness of her voracious throat.

This was the look she gave me as she walked into my apartment. I stared in awe at those open lips, her depraved gaze locked on mine, walking past me, head still veering with me, growing more and more severe as her neck twisted and strained to maintain this weakening stare that she needed to keep on me. And just as the angle became too much for her, a wince of pain shot through her jaw and her body swung inline with her locked glare.

The wince left me entranced for just an instant, I found myself staring where that face no longer was. I snapped back into the moment when I realized that it had been no more than a few seconds since she started her walk.  And now she was inside my home, kneeling in front of me… waiting… staring up into my eyes.