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Just dessertsAs I sat, gazing at her across the table, I was once again struck by her beauty, mesmerised by the intensity of her eyes, highlighted by the flickering candle between us.It had been a lovely meal so far, polite conversation, gentle sips of wine, the food as always excellent, neither of us acknowledging the underlying, simmering lust between us.Finishing her main, I smiled as she placed her knife and fork together, hands clasped in her lap, her shy smile enchanting me.I took both dessert menus from the waiter, an act that confused him, and judging by the look on her face aroused her. I chose carefully, then ordered, a coffee for me, the chocolate for her, I knew her well enough to know she’d appreciate that.When politely and shyly enquired as to why I wasn’t having dessert, my reply of “I’ll be having you later”Bringing a flush to her cheeks, as she politely excused herself to to powder her nose.Reaching under the table I wordlessly hand her a small bag, and return once more to studying the food on the tables around me, picking up the minor mistakes only a chef would notice. Upon her return I studied her as she sat gently down, only a small wince betraying the fact she’d obeyed the note in the bag, and now had a small, metal butt plug residing inside her. That look was all I needed as I beckoned the waiter, asked for her dessert to go and the bill.The küçükçekmece escort taxi ride back to hers was thankfully brief, and passed mostly in silence, just the occasional moan from her, as my fingers explored under her dress, her wetness betraying just how turned on she was.Once inside I slipped her coat from her and allowed her to lead the way to her bedroom, standing her in front of her full length mirror, my arms around her waist, softly kissing her neck and shoulders. Zip slowly slid down her back, her dress falls to the floor, I release my grip and allow her to kick it away, spinning her to face me, our lips locked in a slow, sensuous kiss, tongues intertwined, my fingers finding their way into her bra, teasing her nipples to a state of heightened arousal.Taking her hand, I lead her to the bed, her heels on the wood floor and her excited breathing the only sounds, I sit on the edge, standing her between my thighs, slowly drawing her knickers down her shapely legs, before placing them on the bedside table.Now, as she stood naked before me, the seems of her stockings crooked, I pull her down beside me on the bed, forcing her hands above her head as I kiss her once again. Forcing her legs apart, my index finger tracing a slow path around her labia, the other küçükyalı escort hand gently and firmly massaging her clitoris, I look deep into her eyes, lower my mouth close to her ear and whisper”I think I’ll have my dessert now”With that I push my face between her thighs, tongue gently licking at first, fingers probing, fucking, as I turn the attention of my tongue to her clit. Fast then slow, my tongue leads a merry dance, her gasps and moans confirming her pleasure as my fingers drum a steady beat inside of her. Her panting gets louder, more frequent, more urgent as her orgasm grows, the closer she gets, the wetter she gets, as my mouth works over time on her pussy, I can taste her arousal and I focus the ministrations of my tongue on her clitoris fingers still drumming away inside her, as she screams her orgasm into the night.Without a word I pull her roughly from the bed, dragging her across the room, somewhere in her excitement she’s lost a shoe, I’ve no time to find it, sitting at her dressing table I pull her roughly across my lap, her body limp with exhaustion, her energy spent with the final throws of her orgasm, face down across my lap, I grip both her delicate wrists in one hand, holding her in place, my other hand softly massaging the cheeks of her bottom.The kültür escort crack and the accompanying gasp of the first smack fill the room, I leave a pause, allowing it to sink home, then once more continuing with vigour I rain smacks down upon her upturned backside, her legs kick occasionally as methodically I colour her cheeks, first pink, then red, and finally a red/purple hue, the heat radiating from her well spanked behind, occasionally I allow my hand to make contact with the plug, driving it home, serving only as a reminder of who’s in control here. When I think she can take no more, I finish with a flurry of stinging smacks to the same spot, a reminder for some time to come that I was there.Her gasps have turned to sobs, as I take a handful of hair and lift her face, forcing her to make eye contact, her make up now smudged, I ruin her lipstick with another deep, passionate kiss.Dragging her to the bed I push her face down, the redness of her backside a stark contrast to the black lace of her stocking tops, her buttocks split in two by the neat line of her suspenders.One hand pushing her head into the pillow and holding her down, I slowly draw the plug from her, taking great pleasure in the whimper that comes as it finally breaks free.Joining her on the bed I waste no time in penetrating her willing bottom, pushing into her with force and purpose, hands gripping her waist I fuck her. She’s mine, I can do as I please, and tonight this pleases me, her gasps and moans move from pain to pleasure as her second orgasm of the night builds, I wrap a hand around her waist, my fingers in no way gentle, fucking her to another vociferous orgasm.As we both lay back, spent, her head on my chest, I hand her, her dessert, I’d had mine, only fair she got hers.