You try and copy the words again.

Unfortunately you’re much too slow and before you can even start typing John has gripped your slim wrist and pulled you away from it. “Now you can suck my cock...” he says.

“Er, yes sir,” you agree, realising you really want too. You love it... because you’re Bambi. He types away as you get to work happily on your favourite act of felatio. You kiss and lick his lovely cock dutifully then engulf it in your mouth. The smell and taste and sensation makes you horny as hell. You remember how Bambi had fingered herself when she’d blown you and your hand slips into your sodden panties. You clit is ten times more sensitive than your cock ever was and your lips are swollen and aroused. Your eyes glaze with mindless pleasure.

“So you know you can’t touch the typewriter. You can’t talk about it. You can’t even see it...” your vision blurs as you become short sighted. “Now then you little slut...” he slides your mouth off his cock, turns you around and pushes you on to all fours, your heavy breasts swaying downwards from your torso strangely. He slides the scant cloth of your g-string aside to expose your puckered sex. Then he grips your hips, his thick cock head pressing against your hungry twat. You feel your lips spread as he thrusts his twelve inches into you.