One Man Colony

By MarieNate

He had her naked and tied up, hands above her head, completely at his mercy. She watched him with bated breath, wondering what he would do next. She was forbidden from speaking and she obeyed. He knelt between her legs and bending over her, traced a finger on her face, ever so gently, outlining her features. Once he got to her succulent lips, he dipped his thumb into her warm mouth. She closed her lips around him and sucked, watching him watch her, as he moved his thumb in and out of her mouth.

Slowly, he trailed his fingers down her neck to her breasts, drawing little circles around her nipples with his middle finger and eventually rubbing them with his thumbs, and finally twirling them between his index and thumb. They hardened, she inhaled loudly, arching her back to give him more access to her breasts. He blew his breath against her left nipple before gently taking it into his warm mouth, flicking his tongue over her and sucking, gently biting and tugging too, repeating the same treatment with her right nipple. His movements were slow and deliberate, drawing her pleasure out while re-acquainting his lips and hands with the contours of her beautiful, caramel skin. The contrast it made with his own dark chocolate was quite something; he loved the way she looked in his arms.

He went ahead to insert his giraffe tongue into her vulva, going deep, making waves, drawing that climax he knew he was courting.

Further down he went, trailing fiery little kisses down her belly and dipping his tongue into her navel, twirling it for a bit before gently biting and tugging at her belly button stud. She moaned, he smiled against her belly and went further down to her gorgeous mound. She was wet, he could smell her pheromones and lust. But he wanted a taste and he was determined to have a three-course meal of her flower. Gently, teasingly, he kissed her, and casually flicked his tongue over her clitoris. My, she was sweet and fragrant. Those pineapples were really working their magic.

He settled in for the meal that was spread before him, flicking his tongue slowly, up and down and around her, twirling it, slow dancing with her clitoris. She moaned and cradled him between her thighs, rocking gently, feeding him more of herself. He sucked on her clitoris, literally kissing her vagina the same way he kissed her lips, making her pant and rock harder. He went ahead to insert his giraffe tongue into her vulva, going deep, making waves, drawing that climax he knew he was courting. Then right back up to the clitoris, he went, back to the slow dance, loving her and driving her mad. She rocked faster, her clitoris started to swell, her juices started tasting sweeter. She was about to explode into a billion little smithereens.

She did.

“PAPI!” She moaned, her body trembling from his tongue assault. He held her hips down and continued his assault on her, feeling her body shake, courting yet another climax from her. She kept chanting his name like a litany rocking on his face, her fingernails digging into her own palms because there was nothing she could hold on to. She climaxed one more time, all too quickly, a lot stronger and harder, her juices flowing freely between her legs and his mouth. She tried to writhe him off her but he held on fastidiously. He was not done yet. His lips latched onto her clitoris and she knew that would be it. He was going in for the kill.

“Please,” she begged. “Papi please, oh!” but her pleas fell on deaf ears. He sucked her clitoris, his tongue flicking, teasing her already sensitive flesh and not letting go, effectively crucifying her with his tongue. She could feel her climax coming, and he too. She knew it was going to be an earth-shattering one. She rocked hard on his face and came, shaking violently and arching her body to get away from his lips. She couldn’t go far, though; he had effectively immobilized her and he took full advantage of the control he had over her. Her eyes rolled back into her sockets, head thrown back, her breath caught, heart beating out of her chest. She called out his name over and over again, pleading with him to have mercy on her.

“Don’t talk,” he commanded and slid his engorged manhood into her squishy warmth. He took leisurely long strokes, kissing her, feeding her off his lips, making her taste her climax. She was damn near mad, moaning at the sweet invasion of his penis and tongue in her. She badly wanted to touch him, to hold him, but she was helpless. In between kisses and moans, he asked her,

“Is this what you want?”

“Yes, sir!”

“Did I give you permission to speak?”

“No sir!”

He looked deep into her hazel eyes while pushing himself deeper into her, making her eyes water. She opened her mouth to speak but he gagged her, placing his large palm over her mouth. “DON’T TALK,” he whispered harshly and proceeded to increase his tempo and ram mercilessly into her. She moaned into his hand, tears streaming down the sides of her face, feeling him literally crush her cervix and shift her internal organs. He started to roar and go harder on her, grabbing her neck, choking and fucking her. Her walls started to vibrate around him and that drove him to the brink of madness, the height of his lust and desire for her. She tried to scream and he choked her harder, feeling her vibrations coming on stronger and her body shaking beneath him. He possessed her, in that very moment, so completely, she let herself be owned by him; mind, body, and soul…

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