I had always been a bit of an adventurous soul when it came to my sexual experiences, but even I had my limits. At 54, I thought I had explored most of my desires, yet here I was, considering something entirely new.

My name is Ava, and I’m a psychologist by profession. I spend my days listening to people’s intimate problems, offering guidance and support. Little did my patients know that their therapist had a secret wild side. With my shoulder-length brown hair, hazel eyes, and a body that still turned heads, I felt confident in my sexuality. My C-cup breasts were a source of pride, and the glasses I wore only added to my allure, giving me an air of sophistication.

I had recently started seeing a man, let’s call him James. He was a charming and handsome gentleman, a few years younger than me, with an insatiable appetite for pleasure. Our relationship was purely physical, a mutual agreement to explore our desires without the complications of a deeper connection. James had a particular fetish, one that I had never encountered before, and it intrigued me. He loved to receive oral pleasure and would often speak of his previous encounters, where women would take him deep into their mouths, only for him to pull out at the last moment and release his pent-up passion all over their faces.

At first, I was taken aback by his confession. I had never let a man cum on my face before. It was a new territory for me, and I wasn’t sure how I felt about it. But James was persistent, and there was something about his enthusiasm that excited me. He assured me that it was a thrilling experience, and the look of pleasure on a woman’s face as she was covered in his essence was something he adored.

As the weeks went by, the thought of indulging James’s fantasy began to occupy my mind more and more. I found myself imagining what it would be like to have his thick, warm load splashed across my features. I pictured his cock, hard and throbbing, as he pulled it out of my mouth, his eyes locked on mine, filled with anticipation. The idea of submitting to his desire, of giving him the ultimate pleasure, started to arouse me in ways I couldn’t ignore.

One Friday night, after a particularly intense session with a patient, I decided it was time to explore this new frontier. I called James, my voice husky with anticipation, and invited him over. He arrived at my place, a bottle of wine in hand, his eyes sparkling with excitement as he realized what I had in store for him.

I greeted him at the door, wearing a silk robe that barely contained my excitement. My nipples were already hard beneath the thin fabric, and I could see the bulge in his pants growing as he took in my appearance. We shared a passionate kiss, our tongues dancing, and I could taste the hint of wine on his breath.

“I think it’s time,” I whispered between kisses, my hands already roaming over his muscular body.

“Oh, Ava, I’ve been dreaming of this moment,” he murmured, his voice hoarse with desire.

Leading him to my bedroom, I ensured the mood was set perfectly. Soft candlelight flickered, casting sensual shadows on the walls, and the faint scent of jasmine filled the air. I lay back on the bed, my robe falling open, revealing my naked body. My breasts heaved with anticipation, and my pussy was already wet, glistening with arousal.

James stood at the edge of the bed, his eyes devouring me. He slowly undressed, revealing a toned physique. His cock sprang free, thick and erect, the head glistening with pre-cum. I licked my lips, eager to taste him.

“Come here, James,” I purred, patting the bed beside me. “Let me show you how much I’ve been thinking about this.”

He joined me on the bed, his body warm against mine. I reached for his cock, wrapping my hand around it, feeling its heat and hardness. I stroked him slowly, teasing the sensitive tip with my thumb, as I leaned in to kiss him again. Our tongues entwined, and I could taste the saltiness of his desire as he moaned into my mouth.

Breaking the kiss, I turned my attention to his shaft, taking the head into my mouth and swirling my tongue around it. James groaned, his hands threading through my hair, gently guiding me as I took more of him. I savored the feel of his length sliding between my lips, the taste of him growing stronger as I deep-throated him, my throat welcoming his girth.

I was in control, and I loved the power I held over him. I sucked and teased, taking him to the edge of ecstasy and then pulling back, only to start again. His breathing became ragged, and his hips began to thrust gently, seeking release. I looked up at him through my lashes, my eyes daring him to take what he wanted.

“Ava, I’m close,” he whispered, his voice strained. “I want to give you what you’ve been craving.”

I released his cock from my mouth with a pop, a string of saliva connecting us for a moment before breaking. I smiled, my hand still stroking his length, as I said, “I want you to paint my face, James. I want to feel your cum all over me.”

With that, I leaned forward and took him back into my mouth, sucking hard, my hand pumping the base of his shaft. James’s eyes rolled back as he surrendered to the pleasure. I could feel his cock twitching, a sure sign he was about to explode.

Suddenly, he pulled out, his hand gripping the base of his shaft tightly. I looked up at him, my eyes wide with anticipation, as he positioned himself above my face. With a groan, he released his hold, and I felt the first warm spurt of his cum land on my cheek, quickly followed by another on my chin. He aimed his throbbing cock, painting my face with his essence, each pulse of his cock delivering a thick, white offering.

I closed my eyes, surrendering to the sensation. His cum was warm and sticky, covering my skin, dripping down my face, and pooling in the hollow of my throat. I could feel it sliding into my hair, and the scent of his release filled my nostrils, a primal aroma that only heightened my arousal.

James continued to decorate my face, his cock twitching as it delivered the last of his load. He then collapsed beside me, his breathing heavy, a satisfied smile on his face. I reached up, my fingers coated in his cum, and brought them to my mouth, sucking them clean, my eyes never leaving his.

“That was incredible,” he breathed, reaching out to stroke my cum-covered cheek. “I’ve never seen anything sexier.”

I giggled, the sound muffled by the cum on my face. “I think I’ve found a new favorite pastime, James. But I must say, it’s quite a mess.”

He laughed, leaning in to kiss me gently, his tongue playing with the cum on my lips. “Let me help you clean up, my beautiful Ava.”

We retreated to the bathroom, where James gently washed the cum from my face and hair, his touch tender and loving. As he dried my skin with a soft towel, I felt a sense of closeness and intimacy I hadn’t expected. Perhaps there was more to this man than just a sexual fetish.

That night, we made love passionately, our bodies entwined, exploring each other in new and exciting ways. James was attentive and gentle, ensuring my pleasure was paramount. As I lay in his arms afterward, I realized that sometimes, it’s the things we least expect that can bring us the most joy.

The next morning, I woke up to find James preparing breakfast in the kitchen, a sight that warmed my heart. As I joined him, he turned, a smile lighting up his face.

“Good morning, beautiful,” he said, kissing me softly. “How’s the face?”

I laughed, feeling a new sense of freedom and playfulness. “It’s clean, but I think I might just let you dirty it up again tonight.”

As we shared a playful breakfast, I knew that this was just the beginning of many more erotic adventures to come. James’s fetish had opened a new door for me, and I couldn’t wait to explore it further, one cum-covered face at a time.