Beg him to fuck you!

To your own shock you catch yourself being disappointed. You didn't think he'd be done with you already, and aroused as you are; you simply want more. Being tied up and blinded has made your imagination run wild, and in your mind you're picturing someone far more attractive than your landlord about to have his way with you. Before you even realize what has come over you, you find yourself begging him to use you further. "Nhhn. P-please. I want you to fuck me... Please", is the first thing you manage to blurt out, albeit in a soft and shaky voice.

The blindfold prevents you from seeing his reaction, and it remains quiet for a long moment...

You rapidly feel your cheeks flush in embarrassment; what were you even thinking?

Then you suddenly hear him laugh. "I haven't fucked in a long time, Marlow", he replies in an amused tone. You feel him brush a finger along the contours of your body, making you shiver in anticipation. "You might even have to remind me how it works...", he adds jokingly. Well, at least he seems to have taken your **** pleading in good stride.

You let out a contemplative hum, not really sure how to respond straight away. "Well... Uhm, take off your pants?", you suggest, wiggling your backside seductively in his direction to give him a little incentive.

You hear him chuckle as you feel his weight press into the couch next to you. "Mmm. Well, what if I told you I already took them off?", he answers in a teasing tone, his fingers now groping at your ass.

"Oh!", you gasp, not having expected his reply. You are unable to see anything through the blindfold, but you are inclined to believe him too. "Um, then take off your underwear", you direct further.

"My underwear?". You hear him laugh. "Way ahead of you."

You exhale sharply at his response, suddenly realizing why he chose to leave the room earlier. Apparently he quietly got himself undressed; perhaps to masturbate over your naked body as you were squirming blind and helplessly on his couch?

Well, whatever. You still feel that heat in your loins, so you bend over further as you present yourself to him. You try to part your legs slightly to give him a good view of your moist folds, but your bindings don't allow you much freedom of movement. It doesn't help that your panties are still wrapped halfway up your legs, either.

"You're dripping", you hear him say, and you're satisfied that he seems to have taken the hint. You feel his weight shift on the couch, barely wasting any time in grabbing your hips and positioning himself behind you. He directs your butt up slightly, and you can already feel something prodding up against your nethers. You're pleased to realize that - despite his age - your landlord certainly has no trouble maintaining an erection. You try and brace yourself to the best of your abilities, strangely eager for what's coming next.

"Oooh, that's it!", you gasp as he pulls you back by your hips and forces you onto his shaft. You're so lubricated that he slides right into you on the first go, and within seconds you feel the full length of his cock fill you up wonderfully. You let out a drawn-out moan as he starts thrusting into you proper, his fingers digging almost painfully into the soft flesh around your hips.

"My, you're quite the little slut, aren't you?", you hear him ask in-between his thrusts. And while you do realize that he's just talking dirty, the question still somehow hits you harder than you thought it would. As he continues ploughing into you repeatedly, you can't help but wonder if you have truly become an utterly depraved slut now.

And if so, is that something to be embraced?