You nod enthusiastically.

“Yes sir,” you beg in your girly voice. John is happy to oblige you, thrusting harder and faster, your pussy starting to tingle and contract, your cream dribbling down your smooth inner thighs. This feels better than any sex you’ve ever had. A small part of you, your male ego, struggles against it but it’s a hopeless fight. You’re submissive. Your libido rules you. Being fucked by your owners long thick cock is what you love. You shudder and feel your first female orgasm wracking you small curvaceous body, your hips pushing back to meet his thrust, your sodden cunt milking your owners cock with an instinctive need. Your cries are loud and uninhited as your pussy spurts. Your back arches as he thrusts home, impaling you, you body spasming in utter bliss as you cum. Then he starts to cum, filling you again and again. “Oh yes. Fuck my cunt with your glorious cock!” You entreat as the cums dribbles out of your overstuffed pussy, pooling at your shaking knees.

He grunts and says atop you. You lie beneath him, gasping, nipples erect, pussy swollen and afire, struggling to think. The typewriter! You look for it but can’t see it. It dawns on you that you might be stuck like this forever.