Frosting
by Couture
email: couture_writes@hotmail.com
(FF, food, humil, flashfiction)
Please do not read if under 18 years of age or
offended by sexually explicit stories and situations.
(c) 2003 Couture
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Look Susan, I made your favorite. A brownie sundae to celebrate your new
boyfriend!
Me mad? Hell, no. I've been trying to get rid of that inconsiderate bastard for
weeks. What? You don't
trust me? I'm hurt. Here, I'll take a bite the first bite.
Mmmmmmm, good.
See? I told you it was good. Eat up. Us girls got to stick together. Anyway, you
would have backed off if
I'd asked.
Right?
*******
Another fight with Mike, huh? Look, I baked a cake to cheer you up. No, you
keep it. I insist.
*******
You've been lying in bed all day. What's wrong sweetie? He broke up with you?
Said you were fat?
Well, you have grown, but still, what an asshole. Trust me, you're better off
without him.
Here. Look what I brought to cheer you up. Your favorite. Oh don't be like that.
You know you want
some. Here comes the airplane zooommmm. Open wide for landing. Mmmmm,
good. Feeling
better already aren't you pumpkin?
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Look what I baked. No, don't get up. I'll feed you sweetie.
What am I doing? It's been six months since you broke up with Mike. And you
know full well it's not the
same with your own fingers. Relax.
Besides, you're wet. You know you want it.
Just relax and leave it all up to me.
That's it. That's it. Just go with it. Shush baby, you're making too much noise.
Open wide. I'm going to
stick that whole fucking cake inside right inside your mouth. Goddamn, you're
sexy like that. Lick my
fingers. Do it!
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That's a girl, just lay there and let me climb on top. You big soft pillow. Look, I
brought you
Some thing *new* to eat.
What? You bitch! You weren't complaining when you were squirming on my
fingers last night. Well, fuck you then. Let's see who else will bother with a girl
your size.
Oh don't cry Susie. I'm not leaving. Here, I'll even make it easy for you. A little
icing and
voila', chocolate covered pussy. Yummy!
Oh fuck! Who would have ever thought? Susan Powers - pudgy-pussy-licker.
Ugh, that's it. Eat it. Eat my fucking pussy. Suck my clit! Hard! Goddamn.
Coming.
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Your turn? I just did you last week, remember?
Besides, I'm not gay so I don't lick.
Oh you're not, huh? Coulda' fooled me.
Fine bitch, I'm leaving. Find somebody else to get you off.
There, I knew you'd see it my way. Besides, I have a surprise for you tonight.
Just let me get settled on top.
Oh pumpkin, you have the softest tongue. You were made for this. Not queer?
Puh-leaze!
What's wrong baby? You don't like my surprise?
What is it? It's cum baby. Mike's jizz, baby.
You better shut the up and let me talk or I'm outta here - forever.
Look, you've been with me *and* you've been with Mike. This is the same thing,
only this time I was
with Mike first. Don't cry, goddamnit, if anyone is crying it oughtta' be me. I
doing this for you, you fat
bitch!
Oh stop crying. I didn't mean that.
Really. You're not fat, just pleasingly plump.
Oh stop. You're a pretty little girl. Honest.
Here, is that better? There, just relax and let Becky's fingers make it all better.
You big faker - you're
wet.
Come on - my turn. Just a taste. For me? Please? That's my girl. You can do
me *after* every time, okay? And I do mean every time.
Humiliating? Puh-leaze.
Just think of it as
Frosting.
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