writing a stroy for me? gangbang/cumeating

[busty_jessica_2]

is there anyone outthere interested in writing a nasty gangbang story about cute little me? being slapped around and abused alot... and having it ending with me having to eat lots and lots of cum?

I am missing these cum eating stories here at lit.-.. any hints were they are?

 

[FatDino]

is there anyone outthere interested in writing a nasty gangbang story about cute little me? being slapped around and abused alot... and having it ending with me having to eat lots and lots of cum?

I am missing these cum eating stories here at lit.-.. any hints were they are?

Bumping your old threads might help instead of making a new one with the same request...

Or maybe just not posting at all.

 

[busty_jessica_2]

what "bumping a thread?"

 

[homealone_447]

is there anyone outthere interested in writing a nasty gangbang story about cute little me? being slapped around and abused alot... and having it ending with me having to eat lots and lots of cum?

I am missing these cum eating stories here at lit.-.. any hints were they are?

Here is a story I wrote that you might like. It has a big gangbang and lots of cum eating

http://www.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=139299

Hope you like it.

 

[busty_jessica_2]

Here is a story I wrote that you might like. It has a big gangbang and lots of cum eating

http://www.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=139299

Hope you like it.

thanks - Ill go and have a look at it!

 

[busty_jessica_2]

bumoiung

 

[Kev H]

...

Ah, the blessed silence of night. People stop moving, cars stop honking, and because of that, I can ease into my make-believe worlds. Fanciful lands and briefly-dreamt wisps of an ancient past and galactic empires we all know awaits us--

"Tell me a stroy."

I blink at the disruption, swiveling around to locate the source. "Christ, Jess," I murmur, squinting at her lumps, testing my x-ray vision. Her nipples aren't quite hard, but with the way she's breathing they have to be rubbing against the fabric of her shirt and at least providing some stimulation. All of this, though... I sigh and turn back to my work as I say, "You're not 'spose to sneak up on me while I'm working."

"Tell me a stroy," repeats Jessica, more urgently this time. I can imagine her posing and making faces, as if a camera were capturing her moment, or as if I were actually watching instead of trying to write. And when I shake my head without turning, I know she pouts.

"Go away. I'm busy."

She growls in frustration, and I hear her shift. She might be touching herself for inspiration, or some form of temporary relief, but I'm busy doing what I've been doing for over three years--ignoring her. "You're a real bastard."

I sense the pleading under her light accusation, and something makes me pause. Is it pity? Have I had too much caffeine? I lean back in my chair and close my eyes for a moment; I count to three before turning back to her.

"Jess." My voice is even, measured. Reasonable. "I know you like the thought of being gangbanged and eating lots of cum, but seriously, chica, it's not quite the experience you think it is."

"But, tell me a stroy. I'm a good cumeater."

For a moment the image of an anteater with breasts so large it can't walk properly pops into my head, and I suppress a guffaw. Definitely too much caffeine. "Seriously," I say in an effort to be helpful, "you will be better off being gangbanged by your vibrators. Pick your favorite three and fill your holes. Or, I don't know..." I pause and search around for other solutions. "Study our wonderful English language, tease the creativity from your pretty little head, and make up your own stories."

She looks at me then, startled, wondering if she should cry or fume at a perceived insult, yet I maintain a steady gaze. After all, I'm merely helping her. I know if she keeps fishing around for people to read her mind and scratch her own inner itch that she's bound to remain frustrated and unscratched. If she could only learn to scratch her own itch, I could get back to work and she could be so much more fulfilled.

Shaking her head, her eyes fill with tears. "You're a bastard."

"So you've told me." I sigh again, assuming she's missed the point, and that my efforts will go to waste. "Look," I say, trying to forge a kind of uneasy peace between her irrational desires and reality. "Guys will just abuse you and grunt and sweat on you, and seriously, you won't get any affection or money from them, and in the morning, you will feel even worse about yourself. Honest, I'm only trying to help me."

"If you wanted to help me," she refutes, "you will pay attention to me. Call me names and make me have the best gangbang ever."

Hey, I tried my best to explain it to her, to enlighten her, but I now wonder if meds have made her life goal of self improvement an impossible task. I throw up my hands and compromise with her. "Tell you what: I'll give you a bump on the boards so you can continue this sad quest. Okay?"

Tearfully, she realizes that is the best she's going to get. I see her acknowledgement, and I nod in satisfaction, assuring myself I did what I could. Now I can work in peace.

I turn back to my work when I realize my cup is empty. Well, hell! Do I really need any more? I glance at my half-finished story and then back at the emptiness. Okay, just one more cup.

...

 

[busty_jessica_2]

Kev H.... you bastard!!!

;-)