[MF] Writer’s Block

So there I was, suffering from writer’s block badly. I’d been typing away at this for what seemed like a few hours and was getting nowhere. To say I was frustrated would be an understatement.

I heard the door open downstairs. “I’m still up here” I called out with a groan, “and still not getting anywhere.”

“That’s not good” I heard as the door closed “can you take a break?”

“I guess I should, let me just finish this bit” I said as I saw her walking up the stairs. She flashed me a smile, her arms full of books, rugged up in her big coat. Even wrapped in her coat she was still a sight – just short of shoulder length brown hair, in that hot almost sex hair semi messy style, mouth that was always with a hint of a cheeky smile and eyes that could never not have a twinkle in them. Frustratingly the coat hid her figure but I knew from extensive and thorough investigation that she, being a part time personal trainer, was lean and perky, without being over the top. The type of figure you’d sneak a longer than usual look at the beach – and I’d noticed enough people, guys and girls doing it, to be certain.

I turned back to my screen as she dropped her stuff on the bed. There was something about her, the way she looked, something that, subconsciously, gave me a twitch.

I started to turn back around but she turned my head back to the screen. “No, finish doing this then you can start with me. How much did you say you had left” she said as she started to massage my shoulders. “Ugh maybe a couple of paragraphs” I said as I felt her hands kneed my shoulders and middle back. I tilted my head back and look up at her and realized…. She’d taken the jacket off and was just wearing lingerie: a lacy black bra, thin enough I could make out the outline of her nipples. They were slightly hard and I started to stare. She laughed and pushed my head back and said “focus” with a cheeky grin.

Her hands kept massaging and then, after a while, slowly started to drift lower, and after they reached my hips slid round to my front and started to slowly unbuckle my pants. She whispered softly into my ear “You’d better hurry” as she slid her hand down my stomach and into my pants.

I started typing, faster and faster as she ran her fingers up and down my cock, I could feel myself respond and felt it get harder and twitch as her fingers traced it’s outline.

She tugged my pants lower and, knelt down, then moved round to my side, leaned forward and started to slowly lick my shaft. I groaned and typed even faster.

Finally, after much lip biting by me to distract myself, I pushed her head back and, said growling “I’m done”. I threw the chair back and stood her up, finally getting a full view of her. Black lacy bra, black lacy g-string, thigh high stockings and, incongruously, slippers. “I was cold” she said with a shrug and I realized, rather than spoiling the outfit it kind of added a certain extra sexiness.

She saw the look in my eye, and her smile immediately turned cheeky. Not even bothering to pull her g-string down I grabbed her, pulled her towards me then, turning her around, I bent her over my desk, her face right up against the screen, and pulled her g-string to the side and slid my cock into her.

She let out a little groan as I did, and I could feel how wet she was already and how her pussy felt almost hot. I thrust into her hard, no pretense of foreplay, just that aggressive hip pounding thrusting. As we fucked I alternated been slapping her ass, and pulling her head back to nip at her neck.

I could feel her convulse around my cock as I thrust harder and faster. My hand slid down, I felt how hot and hard her clit had become and I knew it meant she was close to cumming. I start to rub it gently, teasing my fingers over it as I thrust.

I felt her breath catch as her pussy tensed hard around my cock and I knew she was starting to cum.

I thrust deep, grabbing hold of her hip with my left hand as my right continued to rub over her clit, which I could almost feeling throbbing in time with her pussy.

I held on just long enough for her to finish, she let out a heavy groan, legs started to shake as she slumped against my desk. I could feel myself starting to cum, so quickly pulled out, and came all over her back and ass, covering her G-string and squirting almost to her hair.

Satisfied she turned and looked back “so what were you writing anyway?” she asked.

>!”A story about us christening my desk” I replied with a cheeky glint in my eye.!<

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hhtd6q/mf_writers_block