His Muse

My entry for the Literotica 750 Word Project 2021. Hope you enjoy it!

He sat at the desk against the window of his studio apartment, head rattled and thoughtless and sober of beer and cigarettes, staring down his laptop. Outside, the rain came down in a quiet, steady drone.

A knock came at the door. His ticking watch said she was late.

He opened the door and she greeted him with a coy smile that softened his glare. "Hey, you," she said in a voice smooth like honey for the ears. Her perfect curls like sunrise clouds bounced as she walked in and her skin was soft milk. Too enamored by her bombshell beauty, he couldn't stay mad at her.

Unfortunately, she was complete shit at her job. She knew she was shit at it, but nevertheless enjoyed lingering here. So, she put herself down on his sofa like a lazy housecat. She enjoyed the life breathed into her by his dreams

"What's it going to be today, my love?" she asked as she twirled her golden hair.

"How about you help me out with this scene?"

"Oh, I'm sure it'll escort ataşehir come to you soon. Just keep at it!"

"You're not just here for moral support," he chided.

Her face furled into a pained expression. "Oh, but it's all just so dull!"

"Dammit, you're the muse! Inspire me!"

She sighed. "Fine... Fine... I'll inspire you."

A silent repose, then a grin across her face. "I know just what to do."

She rose and sauntered over like a beautiful panther and went down to her knees. She pulled his legs apart and looked up at him with a champagne fizzle of a grand idea in her eyes.

"No, not this again!" he cried.

"Doesn't it inspire you?"

"Absolutely not."

His jeans zipper zipped down. Her hand reached in and his cock came out, largening on its own endeavor. With her eyes still locked on his, she wrapped her lips around it.

He groaned out of both protest and pleasure and sunk into his chair and pleaded, "For once, I'd like you to do your job..."

Her lips popped off his cock, kadıköy escort bringing along a string of spit which she gingerly wiped away, and remarked with a grin, "what? This isn't my job?"

Like magic, her shoulder straps came off, and the top of her dress fell to reveal her breasts and the sensuous gap between them. Her tongue came out and touched the tip of his now throbbing cock, running wet circles on the skin. The pleasure her mouth provided was gravity for his sensibilities. He sank farther into the chair and further into her pleasure.

With his cock thoroughly oiled in her spit, she stood and sauntered back towards the sofa, pausing to turn her head over her shoulder to say, "I got something between my legs that might inspire you."

Begrudgingly on board with her plan, he walked over, lifted the skirt of her dress to the nape of her ass and bent her over the head of the sofa for a better entry.

He tongue-kissed her shoulder and her earlobes to taste her honey-like skin and penetrated slowly, letting the tip linger until maltepe escort bayan she acclimated to his presence. Slowly she moaned as his thickness squeezed its way into her and when he had entered as deep as he could go, and as she became properly lubricated, she begged for harder, and faster.

So, he obliged and pulled out and thrusted back in, harder, and faster. She stroked her clit with vigor and screamed tremulous screams. Her tight loins pulse and her pussy clench like a hot vice around his cock, and he held out for as long as he could, thrusting for as long as he could bear it, until he was weak in the knees, before erupting inside her, pumping her full of his white, fiery fluid. She too erupted into a faultless orgasm, with him, as she always did.

She lowered herself like a collapsing stalk into the sofa, and he collapsed atop her, spooning her tightly as a child would a cherished kitten.

Dim neon colors from the laptop screensaver danced across the blank walls. Somewhere a police siren wailed. Perhaps it wailed only in his head -- a thin trace of his crime thriller fading into the ether.

Before she left, she planted a kiss on his cheek and whispered in his ear, "now that wasn't so dull. Same time tomorrow?"

As he dozed off into his post-coital nap, he thought, "I really need a new muse."