She came over to my place, up on the ocean side of the mountain. The backyard and patio faces a steep hill, and is bounded by tall California pines. The neighbors can't see in, and we can't see out.

She's an executive who travels all over the world, but when she's in town we spend as much time together. I the boardroom she's a dragon; in the bedroom she's a submissive who wants to do anything to please me. I oblige by cooking magnificent dinners, opening good wine, and jumping her as often as possible.

She's petite - short, and very proper. Straight black hair, her face always made up, and looking beautiful. Tonight, she was wearing a satin-finished green dress. No bra, because she knows it makes me crazy.

At the end of dinner, I told her it was time for dessert.

I said, "But you're much too sexy for dessert. Too beautiful. You don't deserve it."

This played right into a role-play of ours, where she has to convince me and beg me that she deserves whatever it is she's going to get.

She said, "I don't? But if you think I'm that sexy then why not just give me dessert?"

"Why do you think you deserve to get dessert?", I asked.

"Well, I'll do anything you want. Anything. I'm yours, you can do anything to me."

I said, "Anything, huh?"

"Oh, yes...", she said, and then laughed.

"Alright. Take off your dress."

"But I'm not wearing anything beneath it!"

Uh huh. Thought so! I said, "Nothing at all? Hmmm. . .that could be a problem for you. A big problem."

"Yeah, I'll be naked."

I made as if I was thinking, and then said. "Off. Take it off."

She smiled, "Oh, my. Oh well. Ok. If you say so."

She hesitated, and then in one quick motion got out of her dress, tossed it over a patio chair, and stood in front of me, smiling, and completely naked.

"You look stunning", I said. "And so smooth and soft."

She said, "Yes, I am. I prepared just in case I lost my dress."

"A high probability."

"Well, I was hoping."

I started to unbutton my shirt, and she stepped up and started taking off my clothes. She had once told me that she preferred me to be naked; that is was hotter for her to be ordered around by me naked. And, given that she had an irresistible oral fetish, easy access for her to get her mouth around my cock when she 'accidentally slipped to her knees'. She'd say, "What can I say, I'm clumsy!".

I wasn't going to complain.

Anyway, so there we were, in our birthday suits. She had amazing curves for such a small woman. A really nice ass, real hips, a nice waist and a pair of big (for her) round boobs.

I said, "So, about dessert."

"Yes, do I deserve some now?"

I went into the kitchen and returned with two bakery boxes and two small plates and forks. I handed her a small plate and fork, which she held onto with both hands.

"What's in the boxes?", she asked, in a sing-song kind of way.

I said, "Our dessert. I still am not sure tha you deserve any. Do you?"

"Oh, yes! Yes, I do deserve it."

"Hmm. Well, you did take off your dress, and you are totally naked. And your nipples are sticking out, which I really like. "

"Yes, there's a breeze", she laughed.

I opened the first box, and took out the pie. It was a huge whipped-cream pie that I'd asked the store to make for 'a TV show pie-fight we're taping'. They knew exactly what I needed, and created these huge pies made of some thick, sticky whipped cream that did not melt and that stuck like crazy. It was loaded with sugar, and some other things to make them perfect for a pie in the face.

I held the pie in the flat of my hand. She looked at the pie and grinned, and looked up at me, and then at the pie. I didn't set it on the table, or make a move to slice it into pieces. She was holding the little plate with both hand when she finally put two-and-two together.

"Um..", she said. She then burst out in very nervous laughter and started to say, "Oh, no, please don't!". But all she got out was "Oh, n---" because I smashed the huge pie in her face with enough force to make a pop-fffshhshsh sound, sending whipped cream to fly onto the top of her head, around her face to her ears, across her shoulders and neck, and of course completely covering her face and most of the front of her hair. The top of her head had been as coated as her face from the initial hit of the pie.

I swirled the pie in circles, with my left hand behind her head, to make sure that as much whipped cream stuck to her face as possible. Big pieces of crust and thick globs of pie slid or oozed down and out of the plastic pie 'tin' to land on her shoulders, her arms, all over her tits, and to fell to the ground and land on her feet. When I pulled the plastic away, the rest of the crust that didn't stick to her face slid off and landed on her chest, which was now pie-smeared and splattered with streaks and globs of gooey whipped cream.

Her face was totally white. She stood there, grinning, pie in her mouth and all over her lips. Still holding the plate, which I took from her and placed on the table. "I knew it!!", she said through lips full of whipped cream.

After a long moment, I said, "Wow. You got a huge pie in the face."

She giggled, and said, "You know, it feels really good!", and she laughed.

I said, "You look great. Very sexy. This is a very good look for you."

She licked her lips and shook her face. Some crust flew off. She opened her eyes and looked at me through a very, very thoroughly pied face. "Tastes good." she said. Looknig down at herself, she blinked and said, "Oh my god! It really gets all over, doesn't it?"

I said, "Well, you wanted dessert, so I let you have it."

"Yes, yes you did! You did, ahem, let me have it! Maybe next time I'll just say 'let me have it'", and she laughed, nervously.

I said, "You should. And I will."

"You promise?" She licked her lips again and then said, "I've always wanted a big gooey pie smashed in my face. Since I was a little girl. How did you know?"

I said, "I didn't! I didn't know that. You're so proper and professional, I'm kind of surprised."

"Well, that's why I've never done it. No one would suspect that about me. So are you saying that this is just something you do? Throw pies at naked women after dinner?"

"No, no, I just throw pies at a naked you after dinner! And how did you like your massive, gooey pie in the face?"

She hesitated, "Would it be OK if I said that I really liked it?", and then she laughed in embarassment.

"Very OK. So you'd get pied again?"

"Yes! Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. I loved it! Is that weird?"

"Not to me. I love throwing pies, and role play with pie throwing, and smashing great big pies all over you."

She laughed, "Is this your fetish. . . ?"

I nodded.

She said, "Hmm, interesting. I think I'm going to be having a lot of pie!".

"And cheesecake."

She said, "Oh, that's not fair, I love cheesecake!", she laughed. "But I'd still say 'let me have it'!"

"So until now, you've never had a pie in the face?"

"Noooo, never. But like I said, I've always wanted to have that happen!"

I said, "Well, today is your lucky day, because I think you deserve seconds."

She laughed, "Oh I do? Before I didn't deserve any!", she shook her head and more cream slid off of her head to land on her arms and chest.

I opened the second box and took out the second, also large, whipped cream pie.

She laughed very nervously. "Oh, no no no! Wait.. wait..."

I took a step toward her. I said, "You deserve more dessert. YOu definitely deserve more pie. A lot more pie."

"I do?"

"Oh, yes. I'm going to give you more pie."

"You are?"

"Uh huh. Wouldn't you like more pie?"

She laughed that nervous laugh again, and hesitated before saying, "Would it be weird if I said yes?"

I said, "Not weird at all. It'd be very, very hot if you said yes. I really, really love smashing this big gooey whipped cream pie all over you."

She said coyly, "I kinda like it..."

I said, "Kinda?"

"I like it alot.... ", she giggled. "Can I have some more pie please, sir?"

Oh man.

I said, "Ask me like you mean it."

"I want more pie. Let me have it." She stood up straight, hands at her sides.

"Why do you deserve more pie?"

"Because I'm naked.. because I'm only wearing a huge gooey pie all over me, because I know you love it, um..."

I said, "Go on.."

"Because I want to suck your cock and make you come? And because you will ravish me completely in the bedroom? And because I'll beg you to fuck me?"

I said, "It's getting hotter."

She said, "Will you let me have it, sir?"

I said, "One last question. If you had a chance to smash a big gooey pie in my face, would you?"

She hesitated, unsure of what to answer. I said, "Tell the truth."

She said, "The truth? You won't like the answer..."

I said, "The truth."

She said, "Yess... yes I would! I'd like that!" and she laughed.

I took a step closer with the pie. "You would, would you? You'd pie me, naked, and get whipped cream all over my body?"

She nodded enthusiastically, "Yes!"

I said, "Truth - you want to see me get pied?"

She nodded again, "Yes, only if I'm the one throwing the pie!"

I whispered something in her ear. She grinned, and then said, "Yes! Yes I would do it. I'd pie you and pie you! I'd get a huge, gooey pie and let you have it! Just like you pied me!"

I grinned, and held the pie tauntingly. "Oh, you little... I love that about you. No fear. And I'd get you back, I'd really let you have it in revenge."

She said, "Oh, I know! I know!"

I waved the pie in front of her face, and she stood up straight again. "Am I going to have more pie, sir? I'm begging you, I want more of that pie!"

I walked behind her. "No."

She was suddenly very surprised, and very confused. "No?"

I said, "No. I'm going to get rid of this pie. One pie is enough."

She said, "Really? Are you serious?"

I said, "Yep. You're messy enough as it is, and I think I'll just pick you up and take you to the shower instead of smashing this pie all over your face and hair and tits and arms, and then pulling you to the ground and fucking you breathless."

She hesitated, "Uh.... ok. Do I get a vote in this?"

I walked back around to face her. She wiped her eyes. I said, "Yes. What's your vote? Beg me for more pie?"

She just started to say something when, again, I took her offguard and smashed the second pie all over her. This time I was relentless in how much whipped cream I smashed all over her head. Her long, clean black hair was now just a mess of whipped cream and crust. I swirled this pie all over her, dragging it to her tits, covering them as much as possible, and used my hands to smear the rest on her belly and up and down her arms.

"You bastard!", she laughed.

I said, "How's your second pie feel?"

She shook her head and peeked at me through one eye (the other was under a thick layer of whipped cream. "Wonderful. Want some?" She embraced me, and we slid all over each other. Kissing, I pulled her to the patio deck and had her for dessert!