0 comments/ 101726 views/ 5 favorites You Make Me By: plushette23 I wait all morning for you to visit with my fingers buried in my snatch. At the sound of your car motor, I leap up and dry myself off. A knock sounds at the door. You come in, grab my shoulders and give me a rough kiss with lots of teeth and tongue. Your hand snakes down under my skirt, past my panties, to finger my clit. I am wet already. "Hike your skirt up," you say calmly and shove me back onto the couch. I fall in a sprawl across the cushions. "Spread your legs and pull your panties aside. I want to see it. Now." I comply with shaky fingers, my pussy slick with excitement. "You're such a naughty girl," you say gazing down at me. "Look at yourself, all dripping wet. I told you not to touch yourself before I come over. Have you been playing with yourself?" you demand. I lie by shaking my head no. "Well, well," you murmur in disbelief. "Lies, all lies. You'll have to pay for that, you know." You jerk me up off the couch and command, "Take off your top." I remove my blouse and then my bra for good measure. You grasp one of my breasts, kneading roughly. Your fingers pull and twist my semi-hard nipple, sending sharp throbs to my clit. "You want it so badly, don't you, slut?" you ask softly, while rolling the other nipple tightly between your thumb and forefinger. I nod mutely as my knees start to buckle. You smile a wicked smile and say, "Then take off your clothes and get ready for it, bitch." You push me towards the bedroom and I shed the rest of my clothes as I go. In the bedroom, you spin me round and push me backwards on to the bed. "Spread your legs and grab the headboard," you order, "and you'll stay like that if you know what's good for you." I grasp the bars of the headboard quickly and spread my legs open wide. You then climb on the bed and kneel next to me. I gasp as you start to slap my breasts, short stinging slaps that make my nipples expand and harden. You lean over and take a nipple in your mouth, biting and sucking. Your hand never ceases to pull and twist my other rock hard nipple. I moan as you begin to slap them again. With each slap my breasts grow harder and hotter. Eventually, they are on fire- rings of heat encircle them, radiating out from my painfully engorged nipples. Each sensation you inflict sends a jolt of electricity to my pulsing clit. Finally, when I can stand it no longer, I reach down to touch myself. You stop slapping and grab my arm, twisting it painfully back towards the headboard. "Did I say that you could touch yourself?" you ask. I moan in response and spread my legs wider, attempting to focus your attention away from my tits. "You slut. I'll work your pussy over when I am good and ready. But now you obviously can't be trusted." You smile as you pull two short lengths of rope from out of your back pocket. "Please..." I start to beg, but already it's too late. My wrists have been firmly tied to the bedposts above my head. "Keep those legs spread," you hiss, "or they will have to be tied too." You lean down to further spread my legs apart and flick the tip of my clit with your tongue. I cry out as frustration sweeps through my body. I raise my hips in vain to try and make further contact with your tongue. You shake your head slowly as you pull out a longer length of rope. You straddle my waist and begin to tightly tie up my breasts in a figure eight pattern. I cry out and strain against my restraints as my breasts become hard globes that stand out from my chest. "That's better," you murmur as you continue your abuse. The sensation of each slap, pinch, bite and twist is increased a thousand fold due to the cut off circulation. My breasts have become the whole world; twin circles of pleasure and pain. The torment continues as you proceed to ice my nipples and clamp them with clothespins. The clothespins sends a fresh jolt of sensation to my already aching clit. My hips grind and rotate beneath you. Juices flow from my vagina, I feel the wetness running down the crack of my ass and pooling underneath me. Just as I am about to beg you to stop, you take your hands from my breasts and reaching around, slide two cool fingers deep into my pussy, testing the wetness. I moan as my vaginal walls contract and clamp down trying to increase friction against your fingers. Fluids swirl about your fingers and run down the palm of your hand. "I see your ready," you say, as I beg you for release with my eyes and low whimpers, "but if you think sluts deserve an orgasm with out earning one, you are sadly mistaken. Your mouth needs to a little work before that happens." You then thrust your dripping fingers between my lips. I lick them frantically, tasting myself, trying to please you. "Not good enough," you say as the sound of your pants zipper coming undone reaches my ears. Your fingers are replaced by the head of your cock, pressing against my eager lips. I open my mouth and you wordlessly slide your cock deep into me. I lick and suck the head of your cock, savoring it's velvety texture and salty fluids. I lap at the sensitive underside of your cock, feeling it harden, it's tip pressing the back of my throat. I struggle for a breath as I feel you swell on the verge of orgasm. Suddenly you jerk your cock out of my mouth saying, "that's enough, bitch. We need this to last a little longer." You reach over to the bedside and take a long drink of ice water, keeping several cubes in your mouth when you are done. You climb back on the bed and bend your head down between my vibrating thighs. Your ice cold tongue licks my burning clit, making me scream. Your hands force my thighs apart as you clamp your cold mouth to my to my pussy. Your tongue probes my vagina, drawing out fluids and your teeth scrape across my swollen clit, driving me into a frenzy. You suck my clit relentlessly until I cum in a wave of orgasm that lifts my hips off the bed, my arms straining against the ropes. My climax sprays cum all over your mouth. Glistening juice streams off your chin as you raise your head from between my legs. As I am still shuddering, you lay on top of me. You take my face in your hands and part my lips with your wet tongue. I suck my own salty juices from your mouth in a haze of afterglow. When I come back into focus, my arms and breasts are untied and you are standing by the bed. "Thank you, Sir," I whisper hoarsly, my chest heaving. "You can do better than that, slut," you say, pulling me off the bed to kneel at your feet. "We have some unfinished business, you and I." Your hands guide my mouth to your still hard cock. "This is how you say 'thank you' properly." You hold my head tightly as you begin to fuck my mouth. Your cock pumps in and out of my mouth, hitting the back of my throat with every thrust. As I feel you slide rhythmically across my tongue, you whisper, "look at me while I fuck you." My eyes are locked with yours as your cock swells and explodes in my mouth. You pull your cock out as you cum, splattering sticky fluids across my lips. A thin stream of cum connects my lips to your cock. The strand of white cum breaks as you rub the head of your cock across my lips with the words, "lick it clean, now." I oblige, sucking every bit of fluid from your softening organ. You pull away from my mouth and I start to wipe your stickiness from my face and bruised, throbbing breasts. "Now, now, pet," you murmur and pat my head, "I need to leave now, but before I go, I want to give you a little something to think about before my next visit. Stand up and bend over the bed." I obey, trembling in anticipation.... You Make Me Feel Beautiful ************************* Note from the author: This story is a very special one for me. There is no explicit sex in the story. Please take time to vote, it would mean a lot to me. And do leave comments; I enjoy knowing what you think. Feedback is always welcome. Enjoy! ************************* In the dead of the night, my cell phone buzzed, breaking into my much beloved sleep and annoying me no end. I picked the damn phone, noting the time (which was well past midnight), seeing the unknown number on the screen I wondered who would be calling me at this hour. "Hello," I said, very annoyed, and very rude. "Hi," said the voice on the other side. Even at that time it struck me with how manly it was and at the same time, how sweet. Still, I being me had to be annoyed at something, though I was forgetting exactly what it was I had to be annoyed at. "Who are you and what the hell do you want?" I shrieked into the phone hoping that the caller would think I was crazy and disconnect. I could have done that myself, but lately I seemed to have lost the ability to hang up on someone. So I was hoping that he would do it. At that time I didn't realize how much I wanted him to keep talking to me. The simple 'hi' seemed to have taken my sleep away. "Wanna be friends?" And that casual statement took my breath away. But being the kind of moron I am, I ended up saying... "Don't bother me, I have to sleep." "Ok," Beep. 'Call ended -- 00:00:32' I couldn't imagine that he had actually hung up. It wasn't possible to feel what I was feeling, not after a phone call that had lasted 32 seconds. I mean, just 32 seconds. I decided that I was sleepy and that is why my mind wasn't working. I decided to forget the whole episode of the phone call that lasted 32 seconds and go back to sleep. So I slept, or tried to anyway. Very hard. The next day at school was a blur for me. I was very sleepy having lost my sleep the night before, thanks to Mr. 32 second caller. I still hadn't been able to make up my mind about whether to call him or not. The day passed, night came. But instead of sleeping, I kept tossing and turning in bed waiting for his call. And finally, after one hour of this tossing and turning business I decided to call him. I dialed the number and waited for him to pick up the phone... 'No answer', flashed on my screen. Disappointed, I went to sleep with the phone in my hand. I dreamed of the night before and the only change in the whole scenario was that that he hadn't hung up, I hadn't been so rude. I could not imagine the extent to which I was becoming involved. The extent to which this caller had affected my life was terrifying. I woke up with jumbled thoughts to the ringing of my phone. I glanced at the screen and for the first time I remember, I was grateful for someone breaking into my sleep. "Hello," I said almost breathless with gratitude and excitement. "Hi. You called up?" the voice was still the same. The only difference was that I wasn't annoyed and I wasn't going to pretend to be. "Yeah... I was wondering...sorry about last night...I mean for being rude...I was a little... you know... I was sleeping and you called," I couldn't believe that I was fumbling, tripping on my words. No one had ever brought that out in me before, I am still not sure if that's good or bad. "It's okay. Relax. I shouldn't have called you at that time. It was my fault. And yeah you still haven't answered my question." "What question?" "About being friends, I asked you last night... but I think you were too annoyed to answer," I couldn't imagine why was he being so patient with me, but I was happy anyway. "Oh, yeah... sure, what's your name?" "Samuel, you can call me Sam... now don't ask me how I got your number." "Okay, how did you get my number?" "I got it from Google." "You expect me to believe that?" "Absolutely," "I'm sure I do," that's the way I started talking to him. We finally hung up at four that night. Still, I lay awake in bed, thinking of him. We talked mostly about nothing. I found out that he was twenty four, six years elder to me, and worked as a trainer in a BPO, which was cool by my standards. He told me that I was beautiful and on his strict instructions I did not ask him where he had seen me. He told me that I had an amazing voice, though I could not tell him that I thought the same about his. I just couldn't get the right words at that moment. There was something so vital about him. I just couldn't understand how I had lived without that all these years. There was something very profound, some underlying depth, even with his casual statements. He made me realize that most of the guys I had dated were 'guys'. He was a man. And I would make him my man. I simply couldn't understand how it was possible, but I had fallen head first in love. No, 'dived' would be a perhaps a better word. Even with barely three hours of sleep under my arm, I was feeling energized the next day. I was not at all sleepy as I stormed through my classes all day, a warm glow flowing through me, a newfound energy surging through my whole being. I didn't know how tired I was until I hit the bed that night, blissfully exhausted. I went to sleep...thinking of him. I knew the phone would ring, and when it did that night, it didn't startle me... it only gave me a sense of familiarity. I seriously didn't understand why I was feeling what I was, but I suppose you aren't supposed to understand or question emotions, you are supposed to take them as they come, and enjoy them. That's exactly what I did. My mistake. "Hi," "Hi", he said with an ease that's a little difficult to come across at two in the morning. "So, how was your day?" I asked. "Bad...my boss is a menacing monster...there is nothing she loves more than tormenting me..." he said feeling sorry for himself. "So, why don't you charm her...like you did me?" "Would you rather that I did?" "No Sam, it was a joke...I don't need anyone else losing her heart over you," "Anyone else? Do you know someone who did?" he asked mocking me. "Why do you like to irritate me so much?" "Why don't you clearly tell me anything?" he said, still pretending... God! This man was impossible. So I finally decided to be 'clear enough'. "I want to tell you something. If you don't like what I'm saying, hang up... but for heaven's sake Sam, don't laugh," I said in a serious tone. "Okay, go ahead", he said solemnly. "Sam... I don't know how it happened but... I think I'm in love with you" "I'm sorry?" he pretended not to have heard. I knew better. I decided to repeat myself, loud and clear. "I love you, Sam." I said, more confidently than the last time. "I'm sorry?" his voice merely a whisper. His was making me a little light headed. "I love you," my voice was too had turned to a lowly moan. "I'm sorry?" his breathing was labored. "I love you," I moaned into the phone. "I'm sorry?" he breathed. I decided to end it, because if we didn't, then both of us would want something that we couldn't have at this hour of the night, since we were not together. "Stop it. I know you heard me Sam. Now, be a good boy and tell me you love me." I scolded. "Okay... Amber, I love you" "I'm sorry?" I laughed. So we were settled. From that day on we were inseparable. 'I'm sorry?' became equivalent to 'I love you too'. We talked every night. Soon, I realized that we couldn't keep continuing on phone. We had to meet. But taking that step wasn't easy for me. There were so many fears in my head. And I was too ashamed to discuss them with Sam. Questions like 'What if I don't like him?' and 'What if he's ugly?' kept nagging me. I decided that it didn't matter if was ugly, or huge, or anything because I loved him. So I called him. We decided to meet the next day. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * I was strolling around in the market where we were supposed to meet. I had reached before time and was waiting for him. It was already time and he hadn't yet shown up. He was late and, he was going to have it from me. I got myself a coke as I walked around, waiting for him. Finally, I decided to call him. He picked up on the second ring. "Hello," he said, very sweetly. "Where are you? Am I supposed to wait here all day?" I screamed into the phone. "I'm on my way baby, I'd be there in two minutes... meanwhile, why don't you buy some flowers for me?" "What? Aren't you the one who's supposed to be doing that?" He was driving me mad. "I'm supposed to give them to you. You buy them for me so I can give them to you." He said, quite matter-of-factly, making me laugh. This guy was completely crazy, and he was adding me to that lot too. Surprisingly, I found myself buying half a dozen roses, yellow, because they were my favorite. I saw a car pull up in front of the florist shop, and the guy on the driver's seat smiled at me. I knew instinctively that he was the one, all my fears vanished. He was not a Greek god but he wasn't ugly or huge... there was something in his appearance that comforted you. I paid for the flowers and went outside to meet him. He was still in the car. Apparently, this guy had no manners. "Hop in; we're going for a drive," he commanded. Yes, sir. "Okay." I 'hopped in' and sat beside him on the passenger's seat. "These are for you," I handed him the flowers. "Isn't that my dialogue?" "Says who?" "You know...I don't know," he laughed. We roamed around in his car for about three hours, stopping once for fuel. We never ran out of stuff to talk about. I was constantly looking at him. Luckily for me, he was driving and couldn't steal many glances at me. I had found him comfortable at first, but now I wondered if I had lost my mind that time. Everything about him was insanely sexy and abrupt. He was sweet one moment, arrogant the next, childish and so on. Everything in his appearance shouted out ego and arrogance. How could a guy, who looked so cocky, be so sweet and charming? My thoughts were interrupted by something he said. "I'm sorry, what were you saying?" "Do you want something to eat or drink?" "No, I'm not hungry, I have to go now... or I'll be late for my music class," "Okay, I'll drop you," Finally, it was time to depart. He stopped the car and I hoped that he'd kiss me. Well, the 'kiss' turned out to be a light peck in my right cheek, disappointing me. "It was a very nice meeting you," he said, very impersonally. I wondered what was wrong. Nevertheless, I played along. "You too... see you tomorrow," I said as I got out of the car. After that day, we started meeting everyday. We wanted to spend every moment together. Sometimes, he would act distant towards me. At first I used to ask him what was wrong, but then I got used to it. One more problem with the relationship was that he never gave me more than a peck on my cheek. We had been together for more that six months but still he had never kissed me once my lips. It was high time now. "Why do you never kiss me Sam?" I asked him in desperation one night. "When the first time I kiss you, I want it to be very special. I want us to remember it forever." He said calmly. "So it will be," I didn't understand what he was saying. Our first kiss would always be special. "No, not that way, I want it to be in a special place...okay, I know a special place, I mean that place is very special to me...It's just outside the city. Let's go there tomorrow, get along a change of clothes. You'll love it there." "Okay," I said smiling. Finally we would have our first kiss... * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * We drove down to the 'special place' the next day. It was an hour from the city. He stopped the car in the middle of nowhere. "So, this is 'the place'?" I said mocking him. "No, silly... we'll have to trek down a bit..." he explained, pointing to the wilderness on the other side of the street. Apparently, he was very excited about it. "Okay," I started stepping out of the car. "Wait!" he said as he got out of the car, came to my side of the car, opened the car door and got down on his knees. I was wondering what this was all about. "May I have the pleasure of your company, Madame?" he said holding out a hand. I smiled as I held out my hand, pulling him up and pulled him into a bear hug. God, this man was making me feel like a queen. We walked for about fifteen minutes. The path was very beautiful, there were trees on either side of us and I could hear birds chirping. I had no idea there was a place like this so close to home. Since we both had stuff to carry (clothes, food, water) we were getting a little tired. Just when I was about to ask him how much longer we would be walking, I heard the sound of water flowing. "What is that?" I asked, looking at him. He just gave me a smile. By now I was very curious. We walked for another two minutes and then I saw a beautiful sight. In front of me was a clearing, with a pool of crystal clear water. The sides of the pool were banked with rocks, not very steep, just enough for a good dive. From one side, water was flowing. It wasn't very deep, just deep enough for a good swim. I was falling in love with this place. "Close your mouth, baby," he laughed. I realized I had been gawking. "This is... great," I said as I hugged him again. "I usually come here for camping... you know, when I want to be alone." He whispered into my ear, still holding me tightly. Just when I thought he was going to kiss me, he slowly let go of me, leaving me disappointed. We set up our little picnic on the grass beside the pool. I was still waiting for that kiss. I was standing beside the pool, looking into the water when I felt a movement just behind me and before I had a whiff of what was happening, he had picked me up in his arms. "What are you doing?" I couldn't help laughing. "Going for a swim," he laughed as he walked into the water, with me still in his arms. The water was cool, soothing to the skin. We started splashing water on each other, and in the midst of all the fun he gave an intense look. I don't know what happened after that but my blurred memory tells me that he took out two rings from his pocket and asked me to marry him. One ring had a blue sapphire encased in platinum and the other was a gold band with some inscription. I gave him a puzzled look when I saw two rings. "It's that way because; I want to marry you now, if you will take me... so I brought a ring for myself as well." He explained innocently. "Now?" I was surprised and scared and very happy. Yet, I was unsure. "I mean not officially...it'd be a secret ceremony, just between the two of us," "Okay...let's do it," I exclaimed as I jumped into his arms, knocking him back into the water. We took our vows, standing right in the water. He spoke the lines that I would never forget in my life. You Make Me So Hot... Are you hot for me now? Is your mind wandering, wishing you could feel my strong hands brushing gently against your milky smooth inner thigh, inching closer to the tiny panties, your only protection from my advances, feeling the moisture building between your lips. My hand can feel the heat radiating from you as I draw nearer, we can both smell the aroma of your heated pussy. My fingers brush almost imperceptibly across the silky smooth material..... The words "The Midas Touch" flow through your mind as my fingers gently brush your panties again, this time a little firmer, pressing the material against you until you feel it absorb your juices. On the third pass of my fingers I can feel your now sodden panties as they cling to every contour of your pussy. The warm liquid rubs on my fingers and I have to smell it, to taste it as I lift my hand to my face and inhale your scent then my tongue flickers out to wipe your dew from my fingers. As my hand returns to you, I feel your body tense at my touch. For a moment I consider that you recoiled from me as a sign to stop but my desire is to strong for that now. This time my fingers push further against you, sliding the silk between your lips where it stays. My fingers are protected from you by the thinnest material, this time they find your clit and pause upon it for the briefest flash only to move away again. Moving back to your quivering thigh, you can feel my fingers leaving a wet trail. I move down away from your pussy and I can feel you moving back towards me as if to catch-up to my fingers before they escape. The desire in me is now in you and I can feel it, as my motion stops, so does yours. My fingers do what you wanted them to and they return back up your thigh, the moisture trail is evaporating with the heat from your skin and the air is filled with the sweet tangy aroma of your sex. My hand builds speed as it nears where you want it to be, as it approaches you lift your hips as if to receive it. This is all the signal I need and my fingers plunge deep into you, taking the panties with them. You are wishing the panties would tear so you could feel my skin within you, as I withdraw my fingers the pressure is released and you can no longer feel your panties pulled tight against your clit as I had intended, I can see as your head flops from side to side that you wish I would drive those fingers back in you to crush your clit again. As you open your eyes and stare at me I can see the animal within you, demanding I return. I do as you wish and again my fingers press into you, this time I do tear the panties and my fingers penetrate deep into you and hold for just a second before curling upwards to find your spot, the one that drives you insane with lust and desire. My fingers are moving all around inside you, searching, probing and with each movement the torn panties still pull tighter against your clit, each movement sends shivers through your body. With my fingers still in you, my thumb circles your now engorged clit, it stands proud even through the slip of silk that still shields it. I circle it again and again, I can feel your body trying to move beneath my thumb so I thrust my fingers deeper into you causing you to involuntarily gasp. I continue to circle my thumb, closer and closer until I am brushing your clit, that first moment I touch it sends shocks to the very ends of your hair, as I press against it you moan and gyrate against my fingers that are still buried deep in you. I rub over your clit again, this time I drag the torn panties away to expose all of you to me. Simultaneously my fingers drive deep into you and my thumb crushes your clit and then my hand is gone from you, again you moan but different this time, longing for what is now lost. In your confused state you feel my body shifting but my rough tongue grazing your clit is still a shock for you, causing your hips to buck beneath me. My face is now pressed against you and I have to inhale deeply, I want to enjoy this moment, to savor your flavor. My tongue now replaces my fingers in tantalizing your pussy, I lick your juice like a cat lapping up milk, smoothing my tongue up and down your lips, every so often dipping just inside you. I pause for a moment, you do not, you keep writhing beneath me, pulling my hair to bring my face closer to you. My tongue returns to your pussy, this time going past your labia and deep into you, deep as I can go and still breathe. As I begin fucking you with my tongue my hands roam all over your body until my right hand stops at your flat stomach, my left clenches your bum and as I push my tongue deep into you I clasp your clit between my finger and thumb, with the other hand I slide a finger into your puckered anus.