Feed Me Cum, Seymour!

Feed Me Cum, Seymour!

 

“Feed me cum, Seymour!” I can still hear that voice in my head no matter what I do! Who, or WHAT is Seymour? I’m so glad you ask! At first, I had no idea. I thought I might be going completely mad. Then, I zeroed in on it and found a plant. But, not your average everyday type of houseplant. This…thing was a fucking Venus fly trap! For those unaware of what exactly that is, it’s a carnivorous subtropical plant that is native to the United States wetlands of North and South Carolina. I know, right? I had always thought it to be from other countries, but nope! It’s right here in the US! And they are quite illegal!

So, of course, hearing, “Feed me cum, Seymour!” was quite a shock to my system, indeed! Seymour, you see, is the man I had just started dating. It is a casual thing. I mean, to date, he hasn’t even seen me naked! Not that he hasn’t tried. Giggle. Furthermore, I have noticed that Seymour disappears quite frequently around his home and when he comes back, he is always covered in sweat, out of breath, and sometimes, feeling a bit peckish.

Feed Me, Seymour is Quite the Demand!

Night after night, “Feed me cum, Seymour”, can be heard whispering. But, at other times, he sounds rather irritated and downright demanding.  When I inquired as to who or what the hell that voice was, he would always play it off as being the neighbors trying to make him crazy! He said it was a war between them that started with a sound battle (those assholes ARE loud as fuck). So, now it has progressed to whispers of “Feed me…” I asked why they thought it was funny to ask for cum. But, Seymour insisted that they were trying to be funny.

So, “Feed me cum, Seymour!” had become almost like background noise around his home. Eventually, our relationship progressed to lovemaking, but each time we fucked, Seymour would get really close to shooting his load, then jump from the bed, or couch, or wherever and go running off. He says he has a weak bladder and needed to empty it, so he wouldn’t…you know, all over me and the furniture. I sure never want that to happen! At least, not to me!

Oh, Feed Me Cum, Please!

I hear the plea, “Feed me cum, Seymour”, and follow him sometimes. And, in fact, he does go to the bathroom. It’s a very infrequently used bathroom in his basement. It’s dank and dark down there. No wonder no one uses it. Mostly, it’s his male friends. But, the funny thing is, I don’t recall ever seeing any friend more than once. Ha! Even his female housekeepers don’t come here more than once. So, today when one came to clean, I heard Seymour’s voice heading toward the basement and then I heard a thump, a whimper, then nothing!

This time, after the voice said, “Feed me cum, Seymour!”, I determine I am going to find out what the hell is really going on! Following him downstairs to the creepy basement, I find Seymour balls deep in woman after woman and I must admit, it was a live porn show down there. He has a lovely dick and he sure knows how to deliver it. Each woman was taken to the edge, then he sacrifices each in turn. And by sacrifices, I DO mean it in the literal sense. He pulled back the shower curtain and there IT was. The Venus flytrap plant; as large as a human being!

The Voice Emerged From It, “Feed Me Cum”!

And so, he DID! He lowered each panting woman into the mouth of the beast. It latched onto their pussies and drank every drop of cum. Then, he took the rest of their bodies into its famished spike and ripped them apart. You see, humans eat for energy, but this thing needs us for our nutrients. It gobbled until there was nothing left. Now, I know why I never see the same people more than once. He was feeding them to that fucking plant! Even his male friends!

Eventually, I had to let Seymour know that discovered why, “Feed me, Seymour” was happening. It wasn’t neighbors at all! And, I offered to help him. I mean, people had to stop just disappearing around here! I would give that, “THING” all the cum it could possibly need, but I would NOT be a sacrificial lamb to it. He agreed to collect my considerable loads of cum in buckets to feed it, but it could NOT eat directly from me. Seymour needed help to get me off the multiple times daily it needed cum. So, he started getting men to fuck me upstairs and bring the food down to it.

So, now it is like a surprise bukkake session around here! Hey! I’m not CUMplaining one bit. I’m happy to feed it and getting all the dick I could possibly want is a side benefit for sure! Haha. If you need to “donate” to the cause, call me! I’ll collect all the cum you have to give! I can even give you a “Frequent Donor” pin! Wear it proudly, Baby!

Kiss, kiss.

Just Joey

 

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