Thirty minutes after the applause, I was finally alone, the sexual energy still coursing through my veins.

I had given my all. Every word I'd sung had come from deep within, the sensuality in my hips portraying the sexuality that bubbled deep inside.

I had lost myself in the moment, the microphone, so phallic with my ruby red-nailed fingers wrapped around it. My thick, glossy red lips expressed my inner desires as my husky voice teased and seduced its way through every song. I was on fire tonight.

Even though I couldn't see my audience clearly, through the lights, the ambience told me I had them in the palms of my hands, captivated.

The final song of the evening, 'Satin and Sins', had not only held them enthralled but also had my pussy purring. I didn't just sing it, I lived it.

I was more than wet as I blew them a kiss, then turned and sashayed off the stage.

The dressing room was abuzz with well-wishers and hangers-on. Even though I loved the accolades and compliments, I wanted them gone and needed them gone.

Finally alone.

I peeled the tight evening gown down my clammy body. The sudden cool rush of the air-conditioner was instantly refreshing and invigorating. My delicate silk bra and gossamer panties quickly joined the dress on the table.

I stood in front of the make-up bench, the warm white light dancing erotically off my pierced nipples.

My eyes trailed down my body, and the diamond on the end of my belly button flickered. My silky smooth pubis highlighted the hood piercing with its bauble, which lay perfectly positioned right on top of my engorged pleasure button.

The lace tops of my nude-coloured stay-up stockings snuggled the top of my thighs, and my four-inch stilettos made my legs look impossibly long.

I felt the need rise through me as I took myself in.

Sitting on the chair, I automatically placed my long legs on top of the bench, my thighs splayed. My sticky pussy brazenly displayed to my gaze, so shamelessly wanton. A shiver ran the length of my spine.

My need wouldn't be denied.

Pushing my fingers through my nipple rings, pulling, elongating them, the delicious sensual pain zinged through my body, making my hips twitch, and the bauble gently tap on my aching clit. Igniting it further.

I could see the shiny, silky trails of desire. Like delicate spider webs, connecting my pussy lips as my flower began to open.

A flush enveloped me as I mewed my need, my hunger.

The scent of my arousal permeated the air as I dipped a finger and slid it through my folds.

YES!!!

I was on fire as I luxuriated in my touch, teasing myself. My head was thrown back as I purred my pleasure.

Erotic pain coursing through my nipples, combined with the sensual pleasure of my fingers gliding through my slickness, quickly had me on edge. The strategically positioned bauble is doing its magic.

I slowed down. I wasn't ready for it to end just yet.

I lifted my sticky fingers to my face, smearing juices under my nose before sucking them into my mouth, tasting, licking them clean.

I repeated the process a few more times. Teasing and edging myself until my willpower gave out.

Just as I was about to slip two fingers into my now twitching puss......

'Knock, knock.'

"Your martini, Miss Maria."

FUCK!!!

Luckily, my satin robe was within reaching distance, but standing in four-inch stilettoes, with shaky legs, was proving to be more difficult.

I managed to slip into the robe and lean against the make-up bench for stability. I clutched the robe closed with one hand.

"Come in," I said, trying to keep the hitch in my voice under control.

"Your dry martini, ma'am."

I'd seen him earlier, behind the bar. We'd had flirty eye contact while I was on my breaks between sets.

How could I not notice him? Every woman in the room had a sneaky look as he did table service.

He had that confident, laid-back style with a cheeky, engaging smile that drew you in.

Tall, V-shaped shoulders, broad chest, biceps that bulged inside his crisp white shirt, a tiny waist, and black pants beautifully filled with tight glutes. Perfect for sinking your fingernails into.

He wore braces instead of a belt, and like most women, I'm a sucker for a bow tie.

His manicured hair and three-day growth highlighted his square jaw and light blue eyes.

Yes, you could say I noticed him.

Now, he was standing before me with a tray balanced on one hand.

I saw his eyes take me in as he walked and placed the martini on the table. Right next to my wispy lingerie.

I saw his eyes open wider and his nostrils flare. He looked at me, and I watched his blue eyes dilate. The craving inside me took over.

I became 'that' cougar.

I let go of my robe and rolled my shoulders back. Instantly, I was naked before him.

He closed the distance between us, face to face, neither blinking.

His hands grabbed my waist and lifted, then sat me down like a feather on the bench. Our eyes are not letting go.

My whole body was fluttering, tingling, and pulsing. I was back to where I had been just a few short minutes ago.

His smile shifted from cheeky to a naughty, bad-boy look. An appreciative growl escaped his lips.

His fingers touched my neck, and goosebumps exploded.

GUSH!!!

My eyes were half-closed as I gasped. His touch was firm and controlled, making me quiver as his fingers made their way ever so slowly down over my breasts, casually flicking my rings with his thumbs as they passed by.

My body jerked. I was right on the precipice. If he had pulled them, I would've exploded.

I was making mewing sounds as his fingers travelled over my ribs to my hips. The heat of his fingers had my body responding, craving for more.

His hands pulled me to the edge of the bench.

When I looked down, my petals opened and fluttered into his gaze.

'Yes, look at me, I'm in full bloom, it's yours to take, to pluck'

One of his hands clasped around my neck, and he slowly pulled me in for a kiss. Just as our lips touched, two fingers from his other hand ran through the folds of my gushing, uber-sensitive pussy.

FUCK!!!

Both my hands held his face to mine, our lips instantly feeding on each other as the passion escalated. Our tongues duelled in a lustful dance. His three-day growth brushes my soft skin, adding to the carnal eroticism of the moment.

His fingers, wiggling, right at the entrance of my soaked puss, had my hips undulating and rocking, teasing and tempting them to delve deeper, needing them to.

Then he flicked my clit. That's all it took.

My whole body shook, and I screamed into his mouth. My entire being exploded in a delicious release. The room spun.

His hand tightened around my neck, his fingers strummed faster, escalating the intensity as I gasped for air. His breath on my face, our lips barely touching as he took me there again.

My hips bucked as my puss surged and flooded around his fingers, showing full appreciation of his skills.

Just when I thought I'd reached the peak, he took me past the moon.

He sliced two fingers into me, curling them upwards, honing in on my magical spot.

The dam burst as I went into an epileptic state. I flapped around like an unattended garden hose.

My mouth opened to scream, but nothing came out. My body did all the cheering and encouraging while I raced to the finish line. My eyes bulged, I couldn't focus, couldn't breathe, and my body sagged. My brain turned to mush as darkness crept over me.

He released his grip on my throat. His fingers, still inside me, stopped moving.

He pulled my head to his shoulder as my breathing slowly returned to some sort of normality. My body was totally limp, my torso twitching involuntarily, as I slowly came down.

He grabbed a handful of hair and pulled my head back until we were face-to-face. Through my haze, I could see his beaming smile. He seemed very pleased with himself.

The fingers pulled out, and he placed them between us, against my lips. Automatically, my mouth opened. I sucked them in like I would a cock. My tangy essence invaded my taste buds as I savoured my juices.

"Good girl". He hissed.

He then dropped to his knees and gently ran his tongue through my pulsing folds, drawing another groan from deep inside me.

His strong hands pulled my hips into his face, holding me in place as he feasted on the mess he had created. It was simply divine to be serviced like this after the intense orgasms he had extracted from me, just moments before.

I mewed my approval, my legs draped over his shoulders, and I used my hands to guide his head for maximum pleasure, as he drew another mini orgasm from me.

Heaven.

He stood up. I pulled his face to mine and whispered. "Fucking wow!"

I then licked my tangy juices from his lips and bearded chin before pulling him in for a long, languorous kiss.

"You certainly know how to unwind a girl. That was just incredible." I purred as I held his face in my hands.

I reached between us. His cock was rock-hard in his pants, and it gave a little throb as my fingers cupped his balls.

He took my hand and stopped me from unclipping his braces.

"I'm still working. They will already be wondering where I am."

'WHAT!!! Seriously'.

"Such a shame," I pouted, as playfully as I could.

"No dirty martini for me then," I giggled.

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I contemplated having a shower, but that was until I turned to face the mirror.

My tousled hair wildly cascaded down over my shoulders, and my eyes smouldered seductively.

I had a sensual afterglow look oozing from my pores.

My pussy purred as I took myself in. It fluttered, needing more. Something deeper.

A devious smile crossed my lips. I was on heat.

I took my thin cotton dress off the hanger and slipped it over my naked body. The lightness of the fabric teased my skin, gliding like a million fingers over every curve.

I reapplied my glossy red lipstick, smacked my lips together, and then pouted. They looked hungry.

My natural scent, my perfume of choice.

My persona exuded raw sexuality as I stepped into a bustling, crowded street.

The bauble tapped freely, teasing me with every elongated stride.

I wouldn't be rejected again.

I knew just the bar.

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The breeze caused by my long strides not only revealed my stocking tops to whoever cared to look but also made me very aware of my nakedness. I felt hawt.

While the bauble tapping on my aroused button was causing delicious sensations to run through me, the breeze lapping at my wetness also sent shivers of a different kind. Both crashing together made my carnal needs escalate with every step.

I'd had my appetiser, now nothing but the main course would satisfy my cravings. I was famished.

The flutters inside escalated when I hopped into the lift to the rooftop bar. My scent filled the space.

A smooth, jazzy vibe made me instantly chill as the door opened and drew me in. I love this place for its erotic energy.

"Damn Ria, you're looking mighty fineee... tonight," said the doorman, to my right.

Dion personified cool and presence.

"You know how to flatter a girl," I purred, stepping closer and stroking his face. "It's been too long."

"To right, but with an entrance like that, I'll forgive you just this once," he chuckled, as his eyes scanned my body.

A cheeky smile crossed my face. I gave him a naughty wink, turned, and made my way towards the bar.

I spotted him immediately. My nipples pinged. They remembered him, too.

He was chatting with one of the bar staff when he spotted me. The conversation stopped as he took me in. His thick, succulent lips broke into a huge smile, and his big brown eyes flashed with intensity as they devoured me.

He knew why I was here. By the time I reached him, I'm sure the whole bar knew why I was there.

He took my hand and raised it to his lips. "Always a pleasure to see you, Maria."

"I'm sure it will be," I replied, my voice husky and full of promise.

Holding my hand, we turned, and he led me to his office.

As he closed the door, I strode passed him and with one long swoop, I wiped all the paperwork from the table onto the floor, then turned and leaned back against the edge.

I slid my elasticated pearl bracelet off my wrist, reached up, pulled my hair into a high ponytail, and fed it through the elastic until it was nice and tight.

The lusty smile on his face, as he took in my actions, made me tingle.

The sound of a saxophone, vibrating through the walls, only enhanced the erotically charged fire between us. I kept sultry eye contact with him as I slowly undid one button at a time of my thin dress.

His eyes lit up when my thick, ringed nipples came into view. They held his gaze for long seconds before his eyes moved further down my body as I slowly revealed more and more of my nakedness.

His lips parted, and his tongue darted out, when my jewelled pussy came into view. A shiver rolled through me.

I felt so powerful and revelled in my brazenness as I finally leaned back onto my elbows, with the dress completely open. The thrill of being totally exposed and open, for a second man in less than an hour, made me feel so deliciously slutty.

I raised one eyebrow at him, in a silent, 'Now you, show me what I came for.'

This wasn't our first rodeo, so without hesitating, he deftly undid his belt, button, and lowered the zipper of his black pants.

The din of the music, coming from the band just on the other side of the wall, sounded like a fanfare of appreciation, as he pulled out the object of my desire.

There are many words to describe a man's appendage, but none would do his justice.

Suffice to say, I went from desire to need, in a nanosecond, as I watched that onyx missile bob up and down, after being set free from its confines. A lip bite moment that nearly drew blood.

Still on my elbows, I watched him close the short distance between us. His hand grabbed that black beauty, simultaneously pulling back the foreskin, to reveal a deep plum coloured dome, which seemed to glow with heat.

His big dick energy was making me swoon, and my core pulse.

He grabbed his cock at the base, and gently tapped it down onto the bauble over my uber sensitive clit. He lifted and tapped a little harder. I growled as I watched and felt it unfold.

Then he double-tapped. My head flew back.

"FUCK!!!"

The cattle-prod effect. It made my hips lift, and my thighs splay further. Making for the perfect angle, and he didn't miss.

His hands pulled my hips, while his pelvis thrust forward, everything opened for the invasion.

My orgasm hit when he was halfway in, and by the time he reached my deepest point, I was a full-blown furnace of exploding fireworks.

"OMG!!! FUCK YES!!!"

My voice, a shrill of incoherence, as I screamed my thanks, unashamedly, to the lord above. My body flapped, and my legs flailed, as I took my pleasure.

My pussy sucked and constricted as he slowly moved in and out of me with the precision of a maestro conductor. I moved to that place between multiple orgasms or just one continuous one, my brain a complete mush.

Then he did something that put an end to any confusion. He latched onto one of my pierced nipples with his teeth.

I bucked so hard that his cock was thrown out. I squirted. My pussy pulsed with every gush.

"Fuck!!! Fuck!!! Fuck!!!"

He pulled me up, turned me over, and pushed my body down onto the desk. Then slammed himself into me from behind.

Grabbing my ponytail, he started pulling me back and forth as he drove his beautiful cock in and out of my gushing pussy.

He'd let me enjoy my pleasure; now he was taking his.

It was as beautifully brutal as I needed it to be. Erotic slapping sounds of his hips pounding against my buttocks in time with the heavy beat, from the band, filled the room.

Then he started smacking my fleshy buttocks. Every delicious strike rippling through my body takes me to another level of pure carnal heaven.

"OMG!!! Yes, yes, yes,"

He is like a machine as he plowed my trembling body, using me, taking what he wanted. He has me screaming wails of encouragement and thanks to the lord above.

My pussy was yielding with every forward thrust and gripping his thick shaft with every retreat. We were in perfect sync.

I felt him thicken inside me, and he lost rhythm. With one final thrust, he pushed into my depths. I heard him give out a primal, animalistic roar, and then I felt the heat explode and flood me. Skyrockets exploded in my brain as we reached the finale together.

He collapsed onto my back as we both gasped for air. I could feel him throbbing deep inside my quivering tunnel, as we slowly came down from our euphoric high. Neither of us was capable of moving.

When he finally pulled, out the flood gates opened. He stood behind me and gave me one last playful slap, which was my cue to turn and drop into a squat in front of him.

I've always loved the tangy taste of mixed juices on a cock. It's a kinky little fetish I have, and one I relish above just giving a normal blow job. A show of appreciation, if you may.

Making sure I made eye contact, I cleaned both our juices off his cock, and even lifted it to make sure I get every trace of us from his balls. I make a point verbally mewing my delight as I savoured the flavour.

Finally I suck him deeply into my mouth and slowly withdraw, pulling his foreskin back over the thick head, my lips tugging at the loose skin, making sure it's perfectly in place before giving his beautiful cock one last kiss. I rise and we share a long, languid kiss, before pulling ourselves together. No words are needed; our lust-filled smiles say it all.

He leaves me to clean and tidy myself up, and by the time I walk back out into the bar, a Tequila shot and a Spritzer are waiting for me.

I feel eyes on me as I throw the Tequila back with a smile. I love and own my slutty persona in that moment.

We share a laugh and banter with those around us, and all the while, gravity is doing what it does. I luxuriate in the warm stickiness as it slowly leaks from my very swollen, purring, and satisfied puss.

I am now totally unwound and will sleep serenely tonight.