I walked into the dimly lit bar, the soft hum of conversation and the clinking of glasses filling the air. The scent of spilled beer and stale cigarettes lingered, but I barely noticed. My eyes scanned the room, taking in the familiar faces and the occasional stranger. It was a Friday night, and I was in the mood for something—or someone—to take the edge off a long week. My short blonde hair framed my face, and my blue eyes sparkled with a mix of curiosity and mischief. At 37, I knew I still turned heads, and tonight, I was dressed to remind myself of that fact. A tight black dress hugged my curves, showcasing my perky breasts and great figure, while my shaved pussy felt deliciously bare beneath the fabric.

I slid onto a barstool, ordering a gin and tonic from the bartender. As I waited, my gaze drifted across the room, landing on a man sitting alone at a corner table. He was maybe a few years older than me, with dark hair, a strong jawline, and eyes that seemed to see right through me. There was something about him—an intensity, a raw hunger—that made my pulse quicken. He caught me looking and raised his glass in a silent toast. I smiled, feeling a flutter of anticipation in my chest.

After finishing my drink, I sauntered over to his table, my heels clicking against the wooden floor. “Mind if I join you?” I asked, my voice light and playful.

He gestured to the empty chair. “Please do.” His voice was deep, with a hint of a rasp that sent a shiver down my spine. “I’m Daniel.”

“Jane,” I replied, sitting down. “So, Daniel, what brings you here tonight?”

He leaned back in his chair, studying me with an unnerving directness. “I could ask you the same thing. But if I had to guess, you’re looking for something… unconventional.”

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Unconventional, huh? And what makes you say that?”

He smiled, a slow, knowing smile that made my heart race. “Let’s just say I have a talent for reading people. And you, Jane, strike me as someone who’s not afraid to explore her desires.”

I laughed, a soft, breathy sound. “Maybe. But what about you? What are your desires, Daniel?”

His gaze intensified, and for a moment, I felt like he was peeling back the layers of my soul. “I have a particular fetish,” he said, his voice low and husky. “One that most women find… off-putting.”

My curiosity piqued. “Try me.”

He leaned forward, his eyes locking onto mine. “I love to lick my own cum out of a woman’s pussy after I’ve fucked her. There’s something about tasting myself inside her, about savoring that cream pie, that drives me wild.”

My breath caught in my throat. It was raw, unfiltered, and undeniably filthy. But instead of feeling repulsed, I felt a heat coil low in my belly. “That’s… quite the fetish,” I managed to say, my voice steady despite the sudden rush of arousal.

He shrugged, a hint of vulnerability flashing across his face. “I know it’s not for everyone. But I’ve always been honest about what turns me on. And I can’t help but wonder if it might turn you on too.”

I licked my lips, my mind racing. It was dirty, taboo, and utterly decadent. But there was something about his candor, about the way he owned his desire, that made me want to indulge him. “I’ve never done anything like that before,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. “But… I’m willing to try.”

His eyes lit up, and he reached across the table to take my hand. “You won’t regret it, Jane. I promise.”

We left the bar shortly after, the night air cool against my skin. Daniel’s hand was warm and firm around mine as he led me to his place, a sleek apartment just a few blocks away. The tension between us was palpable, electric, as if every step brought us closer to something inevitable.

Inside, the apartment was dimly lit, with soft jazz playing in the background. The air smelled faintly of sandalwood and leather, a heady combination that made my senses tingle. Daniel turned to face me, his eyes burning with desire. “Are you sure about this?” he asked, his voice thick with want.

I nodded, stepping closer to him. “I’m sure.”

He cupped my face in his hands, his thumbs brushing against my cheeks. “You’re beautiful, Jane. And I’m going to make you feel incredible.”

His lips crashed down on mine, hungry and demanding. I melted into him, my hands sliding up his chest to tangle in his hair. His kiss was fierce, his tongue probing deep into my mouth, tasting me, claiming me. I moaned, my body already on fire, my pussy aching with anticipation.

He broke the kiss, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down my neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. “Take off your dress,” he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. “I want to see you.”

I stepped back, my fingers trembling as I pulled the dress over my head. It pooled at my feet, leaving me standing in nothing but my heels and a lacy black bra and panties. Daniel’s gaze devoured me, his eyes dark with lust. “Fucking hell, Jane,” he growled. “You’re perfect.”

I felt a flush of pride, of desire, as I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my panties and slid them down my legs. My pussy was already glistening, my arousal evident, and I knew he was watching every move. “Your turn,” I teased, my voice husky.

He smirked, unbuttoning his shirt with deliberate slowness. His chest was broad and muscular, dusted with a light scattering of hair that trailed down his abs. I bit my lip, my eyes tracing the contours of his body as he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, the head already glistening with pre-cum. It was a beautiful sight, and I felt my mouth water at the thought of taking it into my mouth.

But tonight wasn’t about that—at least, not yet.

Daniel stepped out of his pants, kicking them aside, and then reached for the clasp of my bra. With a flick of his fingers, it came undone, and I shrugged out of it, letting it fall to the floor. My breasts bounced slightly, my nipples tight and aching, and I saw his eyes darken further.

“Come here,” he commanded, pulling me toward the bedroom.

The room was just as sleek and modern as the rest of the apartment, with a large bed dominating the space. Daniel pushed me gently onto the mattress, his hands roaming over my body as he climbed onto the bed with me. “You’re so fucking sexy,” he murmured, his lips brushing against mine. “I can’t wait to taste you.”

His mouth trailed down my body, kissing and nipping at my breasts, his tongue swirling around my nipples until I was arching my back and moaning his name. His hands slid down my thighs, spreading them apart as he settled between my legs. I felt his breath ghost over my pussy, and my clit twitched in anticipation.

“You’re so wet,” he murmured, his fingers dipping into my folds. “So ready for me.”

I panted, my hips bucking slightly as he teased me, his fingers circling my clit but never quite touching it. “Please,” I begged, my voice desperate. “I need you.”

He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound, and then his mouth descended on me. His tongue was hot and wet, lapping at my pussy with a hunger that made me cry out. He ate me like he was starving, his tongue flicking and thrusting, his lips sucking gently on my clit. I was a mess of moans and whimpers, my hands tangling in his hair as he drove me closer and closer to the edge.

“Daniel,” I gasped, my body tightening as the orgasm built. “I’m—”

“Not yet,” he growled, pulling away. I whimpered in protest, but he silenced me with a kiss, his tongue thrusting into my mouth as he positioned himself between my legs. His cock nudged at my entrance, and I spread my legs wider, desperate for him to fill me.

He thrust into me in one smooth motion, his cock sinking deep into my wet, eager pussy. I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders as he began to move, his hips snapping forward with a rhythm that was both relentless and exquisite. “Fuck, Jane,” he groaned, his voice raw. “You feel so good.”

I wrapped my legs around his waist, meeting his thrusts with my own, our bodies moving in perfect sync. The bed creaked beneath us, the sound drowned out by our moans and the wet slap of skin on skin. His cock felt incredible, stretching me, filling me, and I knew I was close again, teetering on the edge of another orgasm.

“Come for me,” he commanded, his voice tight with need. “Let me feel you squeeze my cock.”

His words were all it took. My body shattered, my pussy clenching around him as I screamed his name, my juices flooding around his dick. He followed me over the edge, his thrusts becoming frantic as he buried himself deep inside me, his cum shooting into me in hot, pulsing bursts.

We lay there for a moment, breathless and tangled together, his cock still buried inside me. Then, with a groan, he pulled out, his cum spilling from my pussy in a thick, creamy stream.

I watched, fascinated, as he leaned down, his tongue tracing the path of his cum down my thigh. He lapped it up greedily, his moans of satisfaction mingling with mine. It was filthy, raw, and unbelievably hot. I felt my clit throb as he continued, his tongue flicking and swirling, savoring every drop.

“Fuck,” I whispered, my hands resting on his head. “That’s so fucking hot.”

He looked up at me, his eyes gleaming with pleasure. “Told you,” he said, his voice thick with satisfaction. “Tastes even better than I remembered.”

I laughed, a soft, breathless sound, as he kissed his way back up my body, his lips brushing against mine. “You’re insane,” I teased, my fingers threading through his hair.

“Maybe,” he admitted, smiling against my skin. “But you’re the one who let me do it.”

I pulled him closer, kissing him deeply, our tongues tangling as the taste of his cum lingered between us. It was dirty, decadent, and utterly perfect. And as I lay there, in his arms, I knew this was just the beginning.