Just embrace it

You nod desperately in answer, not even bothering to deny it any longer. You are taking the greatest pleasure in this depravity, and your every rational thought is clouded by the height of your arousal: Yes, you'll be his little slut for now.

You moan loudly as you clench around his intrusion, almost wishing you were still wearing that ball-gag. "Nh. I think you just became my favorite tenant, Marcy", your landlord speaks as he slowly pulls out of you. You reply by making a soft cooing noise, eagerly waiting for him to continue. "Now, stay still and relax. Just let me do my thing".

You nod, the restraints ensuring you couldn't move much even if you wanted to. You feel his hands gripping your hips again; forcing his throbbing shaft back in. Your eyes flutter shut; not that it matters with a blindfold on. You squirm and moan, enjoying the friction and listening to the squelching collision of wet flesh as he resumes pounding into you.

His pace is rapid; every thrust more demanding than the last. Already you can hear him starting to grunt and moan. Your whole body sways and rocks as you meet each thrust, your breasts bouncing back and forth against the couch. You're being roughly manhandled... and you love it, making you wonder if this is what you were truly made for.

Unfortunately, he only manages to keep up this pace for about half a minute before he starts to slow down, panting heavily. You become aware of wet droplets landing on your back and ass; He's either sweating heavily or drooling on you. Not satisfied with him slowing down, you sway back and forth to the best of your abilities; trying to spear yourself repeatedly onto his erection. You can't have him tiring out on you! You will **** that orgasm out of him if you have to.

You hear him cough and groan as you continue riding him, now doing most of the work yourself. Even with your arms and legs bound you can still sway your body back and forth on your knees, although soon you start to feel your stomach muscles burn from the effort. You're not sure how much longer you can keep this up, but your landlord's groaning has now turned ****, and it is coaching you on.

Suddenly you feel him stiffen inside you as he seems to reach climax; indicated by the sensation of a warm flow of semen coating your insides. He lets out a final groan before he collapses on top of you, forcing you flat onto your belly against the couch. You can feel his chest heaving as he slowly slides his dick out of you, and you feel a stream of cum pouring down between your legs.

You lick your lips, almost disappointed it's over: You were well on your way into stimulating yourself towards a second orgasm. "Mmmhm. So, was that enough to cover the entire year?", you ask him in a playful, sultry voice as you catch your breath.

No response comes.

You wiggle your body slightly, trying to nudge him off you. He's crushing your tied wrists into your back and it really isn't comfortable. "Ow, you're hurting me", you say, hoping he'll get the hint.

... Except he still isn't moving, and suddenly you feel a worry gripping your heart. "Uh. Are you okay?", you ask him, wondering if he somehow died right on top of you. Perhaps you overdid it and got him too excited?

Silence.

Your landlord is not responding, crushing you with his weight while you're bound, blindfolded, half-undressed and messily inseminated. Instantly you are seconds away from panicking as you weigh your very limited options.