Writer’s Block

“Not right now, Pet,” he said as she slid up behind him, her hands reaching out to his hunched shoulders. He had always carried his stress there, and she could read him well enough to know when he needed to relax. He had awoken before her, and had been perched over his laptop at least since she had gotten out of bed three hours ago.

She knew better than to bother him while he was working, so she did her best to keep herself occupied and quiet until he had finished. Sir had told her that he had a deadline of Monday morning, and as much as she hated giving up any of their time together for the weekend, she understood the importance of him completing his work. They could hardly continue to enjoy these weekend trysts if he was unemployed, after all.

There was, however, only so much she could do to keep busy. She had showered, shaved her legs, and done her make-up the way he liked best. She was dressed in a corset top, lacy red panties, thigh-high seamed stockings, and a sheer black wrap, all designed to arouse Sir’s interest. Her own laptop was on the other side of the hotel room they shared. Social media had been checked, and she had taken her turn on all of the online games she was currently involved in. There was nothing interesting on the television, and she didn’t know the city well enough to feel like going out alone while he struggled to write. Besides, that would involve getting out of the outfit she had put on for the express intent of getting fucked in.

So, she decided to try the direct approach, only to be rebuffed as she tried to give him a shoulder rub. She was, however, nothing if not determined. She leaned down into him, putting her weight onto the rolling office chair he was seated in, and rested her chin on his shoulder, peering down at the blank word processing document that was on the screen ahead of him.

“I take it the writing isn’t going well then?” she purred into his ear.

“Not even a little, no,” he grumbled, refusing to look at her. “I owe my editor two thousand words by Monday morning. I put it off, and I put it off, and couldn’t come up with a damn thing before I left home. I figured that maybe a weekend away with you would be enough to get the creative juices flowing, but now it’s Sunday morning, I’ve wasted the entire weekend, and I still have nothing.”

She pouted as she ran her hands down over his bare shoulders, feeling the play of his pectoral muscles, delighting in the tickle of his chest hair under her palms, her fingers reaching out to tease his small, semi-hard nipples. He was only wearing a pair of jeans while he tried to work, and he still smelled of sweat and sex from last night. She breathed in deep, inhaling his scent, feeling herself start to get wet just from his presence. Her fingernails gently raked down his torso towards the button of his jeans. She decided to ignore the slight about “wasting the weekend,” and instead remind him of exactly why he was here with her.

“Stop,” he said harshly, his hand gripping her wrist. He turned to look at her, and she could see the stress in his eyes. His hair was still uncombed, unruly and mussed, his dark curls peppered with gray streaks. There were still bits of sleep sand in the corners of his eyes. “I need to focus.”

“You do,” she said as she leaned in, kissing him. As their mouths came together, her mouth opened, allowing his tongue to enter and explore the contours of the inside of her, her own tongue delicately pushing back against his. “Focus on me,” she said as she took the edge of his office chair in hand and spun it around to face her. She melted into him, pressing her body against his as she resumed their kiss, hands reaching down to unbutton his pants.

“Stop it, I mean it,” he admonished, sternly. “I need to write. I can’t have you distracting me.”

“How well is that working for you?” she asked, noting that he hadn’t actually done anything to remove her hands. She finished undoing the button, deftly undid the zipper, and reached in to find him hard and ready for her. “You seem a lot more interested in this than whatever it is you’re writing.” She glanced back at the blank screen. “Or not writing, as the case may be.”

Sir groaned as her fingers teased his hardness out of his pants, exposing his cock to the cool air of the hotel room.

“You’re going to be punished for ignoring my orders,” he warned with a growl.

“Fine,” she said with a smirk. “Punish me. Later.”

She slid down his body, rubbing her firm breasts against his chest and grinding her pussy against his leg as she moved until she was kneeling between his legs on the floor in front of the chair. Her hands grabbed the edges of his jeans and slid the denim over his ass and down his legs, leaving his bare butt sticking slightly to the faux-leather of his chair. His cock was fully engorged with his arousal, and a drop of precum was just sticking to the tip.

Pet leaned in, letting his manhood gently slap against her cheek as she nuzzled into Sir’s crotch. “Please, Sir, let me take your mind off your writing.” She wrapped her fingers around him and gently jacked his cock, loving the feel of loose skin moving back and forth over the solid shaft. Her tongue flicked out, licking away the drop of his precum. “Yummm,” she moaned.

“That’s the problem,” Sir answered, closing his eyes so he wouldn’t have to see the erotic site between his thighs. Not that closing his eyes helped any, because he could perfectly imagine the look of adoration and lust on his Pet’s face. “You’re very good at distracting me. I need inspiration.”

“Oh? Well then, let me inspire you,” she said as she took him into her mouth. Sir’s cock was just thick enough to fill her mouth without making her choke, and her naturally low gag-reflex allowed her to swallow him almost to the root with a single smooth motion. With the tip of his cock in her throat, she swallowed, knowing how much Sir enjoyed the feel of her throat muscles massaging his cock.

She didn’t look up, she didn’t have to see his face to know that her oral efforts were being appreciated. His groan told her all she needed to know. She knew how to worship his cock with her hands and mouth, how to drive his lust to a fever pitch, how to make him want her like he had never wanted any other woman. And she showed him every bit of her skill.

Her mouth slid up and down his hardness, changing back and forth from deep-throating him to licking up and down his shaft, then laying kisses from the head of his cock to the base where it met his hairy balls. Her fingers danced against his manhood, counterpointing where her mouth was. She felt him throb in her mouth, and she wondered if today would be one of the rare occasions where Sir would reward her with a mouthful of his cum.

“Inspired yet?” she asked as she came up for, releasing his cock from her mouth. She licked his balls as she resumed gently jacking him off.

She got her answer as she felt him push her off him. Off-balance, she nearly landed back on her ass, but before she could do so, his hands were under her arms, lifting her to her feet and then throwing her onto the bed. She landed hard, the wind knocked out of her lungs as she hit with a slight “oof.”

Then Sir was on top of her, his strong hand pinning her crossed wrists over her head while his other hand reached between her legs. She heard a rip as her panties were pulled away, exposing her dripping sex to him. His knees were already between her thighs, and he pushed her legs wider as he lined himself up.

She knew he was going to be rough with her, and she was ready for it. No, not just ready for it, but she wanted it. She wanted him to use her, to roughly take her body, using her for his pleasure. He had to be on the verge of orgasm already from her mouth, she expected.

Even bracing herself for it, she still couldn’t help but scream as she felt his thick cock spreading her open. His thrust shook the bed, shook her body, and made her breasts jiggle under her corset. She screamed with pleasure and pain. She was wet and ready for him, or so she thought, but the sudden intrusion of his cock still caught her body off guard. For a moment she considered asking him to stop, or to go slower, or to be gentle, but then he withdrew and slammed into her again, sending fireworks through her brain. Fuck it, she thought. She’d be sore tomorrow, but it was worth it.

“Fuck me, Sir. Please. Use me.”

He didn’t answer with words, but his growl suggested his intent, and his body answered her as he hammered into her. She loved it when he used her so. He could be a considerate and gentle master, and always made her cum when he did so. But something about being so taken so primally set her off as well. Her pussy fluttered around the cock that invaded her as she felt the beginnings of her first orgasm start.

He continued to pound into her, stretching her, leaving her feeling bruised inside and out. Her high-pitched sighs and grunts quickly turned into screams as she came, feeling him use her. His cock was hard and insistent, his hands were rough and firm as he pinned her to the bed. His mouth found hers, lips pressing hers apart, tongue invading her mouth, leaving her panting and screaming her pleasure into his open mouth.

“Shut… up… Pet,” he uttered through gritted teeth. His hand found the shredded remains of her panties and pushed them into her open mouth, gagging her and muffling the sounds she made as he fucked her into oblivion. Her eyes rolled back as she felt him speed up, his thrusts getting even harder (something she wouldn’t have thought possible until it happened).

“You wanted to be fucked?” he asked as he fucked her harder. “You wanted to be claimed? To be used? You thought your body was more important than my work? Fine. I’ll use you. Take my cum, you slut. Take it!”

She wanted to cry out “Yes. Take me! Use me! Fill me!” but the panties in her mouth made it come out as a series of unintelligible grunts. But Sir wasn’t listening in any case, because at that moment he loosed a primal scream as his cock throbbed and twitched, shooting thick ropes of his cum deep into her tight, wet cunt, which pulsed around him, milking him and pulling his seed into her body.

Sir collapsed onto her, and his hand released her wrists. Pet reached up and pulled the scraps of lace out her mouth, and turned her face to look at him. He kissed her, gently now, as his arms wrapped around her, pulling her tight as they rolled to their sides, ending up with him on his back and her curled into him. They cuddled in silence for some time as their breathing and heart rates came back to normal. Her fingers found his now softening cock, and she gently played with him.

“Did that help?” she asked. “Do you have any ideas about what to write now?”

He smiled. “Actually, yes. I thought I might write about a Sir who was suffering writer’s block, and what his Pet does to help him get past it.”

She grinned in response. “That sounds like quite a story. Want to tell me more about it?”

She felt the cock in her hands begin to regain its stiffness as he rolled her back onto her back.

“I’d rather show you,” he said.

About the Author

Broken Unicorn has been a writer since he was a child, starting off writing decidedly non-erotic stories about superheroes. As he got older, he started writing erotica about superheroes, before eventually discovering his kinky side and writing about people who could live in the real world. He lives in the midwest, and is happy to live in a very full house that includes four humans and two dogs. He can be found under the profile Broken_Unicorn https://fetlife.com/users/8765084