50th Story ConferencebyFrankel©
I decided to give all my girls a treat to celebrate the 50th story submitted to Literotica. I booked a resort on an island in the tropics for a week so we could all get together to talk about how things were going.
Nurse Jones was glad to leave the hospital at last along with Miller and Field. Stewardesses Cindy and Sindy flew in on a break and I had to go to a lot of trouble to invent a time machine to bring back Cum Station Cindy along with cheerleader Sally and the pets Snowy and Spot. Dave couldn't make it, it was strictly for the girls.
Sarah, Kate and Anastasia were the only ballerinas to be invited but in terms of schoolgirls I invited both girls from the Schoolgirl Most Likely to Succeed and Katie and Holly from the Only Girl at school.
"I don't even have a name," said the main girl from Schoolgirl Most Likely to Succeed. "I was just I."
"I'll call you Petal then," I said.
"Ha!" laughed her enemy Jane Diamond. "Petal! No wonder he never said it in the story."
Katie from The Narrator story stayed away saying this story was just a rip off anyway and I should get some original material. She never did like me. I decided to have her walk into a bikie gang's club rooms wearing nothing but an "I swallow" t-shirt.
Of course the one who girl would have liked to be there most of all was my poor schoolgirl, Samantha, who was still trapped in a prison for men. Unfortunately I couldn't get a release for her so she had to join us via teleconference. Poor girl.
I didn't invite the Choir Master or that poor girl from Serum - the former was busy with another performance and the latter's cum addiction had made her a little too volatile for my liking.
There was also a couple of girls there I didn't know. They looked a lot like Cindy and Sindy but were cheerleaders.
"Who are you?" I asked.
"Danielle and Devon," they said.
"From the Double D's play D&D?" I asked. "That's a George Tasker story. His convention is on the next island. This is the Frankel convention."
"Eeew!" said Devon. "You're that creepy guy. I'm so glad I'm not one of yours."
They fairly bolted out the door, which was a pity as my mind had already started exploring the possibility of a fivesome with me, them and the stewardess sisters.
"At least I don't have a cocksucking vampire," I called out after them. "Tell him that is just too scary for words."
All in all it was a fair gathering of creator and created at my convention. Given they tended to spend a lot of time on their knees I didn't see the need for chairs for any of the girls and had them kneel on the floor around me at the conference venue, while I sat in a rather lordly looking throne.
From where I sat I couldn't help but admire the truly remarkable breasts that I had endowed my girls with. Only the ballerinas and Field were what I would have called a little flat chested, my cock grew hard just looking at all the mammary glands my mind had made. In fact I decided to make my cock grow three inches bigger than in real life, just because I could.
Unfortunately the girls did not seem to be as pleased to see me as I was to see them. The nurses seemed particularly upset and I was glad we were having some audio trouble with the teleconference as Samantha in the prison appeared to have a long list of grievances. As for Cum Station Cindy, well, if you've read that series you'll know already what she thought of me.
"For God's sake," she said. "I was whole again by the end of part 3. I was safe and rescued. Why the fuck did you write part 4. Now I'm in pieces again and servicing a whole bloody army platoon! You better write part 5 buster!"
The stewardesses and the pets were the greatest surprise. Far from being bimbo's and brainless pets they were now highly articulate and didn't seem to like me very much.
"12 parts!" Cindy said. "How come we get 12 parts and the prison girl gets only two. We must have sucked more cock than a whole whorehouse does in a decade!"
"I'm working on 13," I said.
"Don't I know it," said Cindy. "A whole week blowing my sister. You are sick!"
"And what sort of airline let's passengers run around naked sucking off passengers!" said Sindy.
"Even when we made the plane crash we were back giving the pilots blowjobs in the very next story!" added Cindy. "And then we get raped by King Cock. I mean seriously a 50 foot monkey with a dick the size of a car cums on us!"
"And do you think anyone in the world could be so stupid as to suck just about every cock on the planet and still have to be told that guys liked it! Do you think it is easy to play such a bimbo and make it believable?"
"What about us!" said Snowy. "Eating out of bowls on the floor like dogs!"
"And crawling everywhere!" said Spot. "Do you have any idea how much crawling on the sidewalk hurts!"
"And what was going on in part 3. Half way through Dave turned into you. Can't you even remember if you are writing in the first or third person!"
I wished she hadn't raised that, Dave was really pissed about that and holding off with contract negotiations for part 4 saying that Tasker never made a mistake like that. I decided it was time to end this conversation and threw a ball and Snowy and Spot ran after it.
"What about us," said Sarah the ballerina. "Pack raped by an army of truckers in the outback. We're never getting out of there are we?!"
"Sorry about that one," I said. "Literotica won't let me kill the truckers because it's too violent. Makes it snuff they said. I can't work out how you can escape without killing them."
"Have us rescued by the ballet company!" said Sarah. "They must be looking for us by now."
"I'd prefer you could save yourselves, better resolution that way. But like I said no killing. Apparently the pack rape of a ballet company is OK but one trucker dies and it's not fit for publication."
"Can you at least stop Jake shoving it up my arse!"
"Sorry," I said. "But that's what the readers want. Ratings go way up with some anal thrown in."
Samantha's audio feed kicked in at last.
"You fucking son of a bitch," she screamed. "Just when I think I'm getting out of here it gets worse and then you stop writing. A girl in a prison for men. What kind of sick son of a bitch are you! You didn't even write me out of the shower scene. I'm still fucking there. When is my lawyer coming back. Where is part 3!"
Fortunately the audio cut out again but this only left space for the other schoolgirls to start bitching too.
Katie and Holly were angriest.
"What the fuck is the go with The Pit?" asked Katie. "As if getting raped about a zillion times a day wasn't bad enough you go and create The Pit. You're too chicken shit to even describe it but we have to go down into it."
"And what about me," said cheerleader Sally. "Getting raped by people not even in my group. As if they would let that happen. And what the hell was the machine all about. How could it have been any worse than the selection?"
"Oh come on," I said. "It ended OK didn't it. You're in a mansion with a millionaire. What else do you want?"
"I'm a fucking sex slave is what I am!"
I was getting a little tired of all the complaints by this stage so decided to start an orgy.
Cum Station Cindy was my first girl and had been a bit neglected of late so I started with her. What I always liked about her was that she was detachable.
I couldn't be bothered getting up so I made her head seperate from her torso and fly over to me while I took out my eight, no eleven inch, cock which was already surprisingly hard.
"Why me...." she started to say but was cut off as her head levitated over my cock and I forced it into her mouth. As I created her she had no had no choice bit to start sucking as I made her head rise up and down over my cock.
In reality of course one blowjob is much like another but I liked to make my girls extra special at their task. Cum Station Cindy, for example, was able to take it straight to the back of her throat immediately while also licking my balls with her tongue.
Now that she was busy I made all the schoolgirls begin kissing while Jones and Miller adopted their now familiar 69 position while Cindy and Sindy started sucking the cocks of two pilots who just so happened to appear.
The ballerinas sucked each other's tits except for Anastasia who was busy putting a dildo in her mouth and vomitting up her lunch.
Spot and Snowy were back with the ball and started a playfight before sniffing out the crotches of Katie and Holly and licking their pussies.
"Will you knock it off," said Jane Diamond. "We came here to talk about the stories not more sex!"
Realising I had left her mouth unoccupied I made her and cheerleader Sally start licking the breasts on the headless torso of Cum Station Cindy.
"What the fuck are you doing?" said Samantha as her audio feed returned. "Can't we just talk about the stories!"
"Yes damn it," said Field, who I had overlooked (she was knew after all). "How would you like it if every time you tried to talk someone stuck a cock in your mouth?"
That gave me an idea and I stuck my cock in Field's mouth.
They were right, I knew. This was really defeating the point of the whole conference. I wanted them to be able to talk to me, let me know how they felt about how things were going.
So I quickly came in Field's mouth, then the other nurses, the schoolgirls, the ballet dancers - they all got a go. Well except poor Samantha in prison but I compensated by having some prisoners break into her room and start fucking her mouth.
Feeling generous I had some people arrive with lunch and some mouth wash and we got back to talking.
"Can't we just have a story with no sex?" asked Katie the schoogirl.
"Ah, no," I said. "This is Literotica. Not sure I would see the point of a sex story with no sex. Kind of like a musical with no music."
"What about an anal free day then?" asked Nurse Jones. "You used to just do oral now I get it up the arse every time."
"Tell me about it," said Stewardess Cindy.
"I know," said Petal. "You stuck a cricket bat handle up mine."
"Just one," said schoolgirl Katie. "I get taken by a whole class every day."
"All right, all right," I said. "Less anal. I hear you."
"And less violence," said ballet dancer Sarah. "Can you stop the truckers hitting us?"
"Sure," I said.
"One thing I don't get," said Sindy. "Is how come your cock can grow bigger if you're the guy who created us? Surely if you are real you should be limited by the laws of the real world."
"You're a lot smarter here than in the stories," I said.
"Hang on a second," said Cum Station Cindy, her head attached to her torso again. "If you aren't controlled by the laws of the real world you must be fictional as well."
"And if you are fictional then anything can happen to you as well," said Nurse Jones.
I didn't like where this was going.
"What about if we did the wishing for a change," said Miller. "I wish you had no dick."
And sure enough it happened. My dick disappeared.
"What the fuck!" said Samantha getting her mouth clear of a prisoner's cock. "So we can just wish stuff and it happens too! I wish I was out of this fucking prison."
But sadly for Samantha she stayed where she was.
"I don't get it," said Field.
"I do," said Sindy. "Frankel isn't a real person either. The guy who made us all up - he isn't Frankel. Frankel is a character as well - a dickless character thanks to Miller. The real creator is someone else. He could be anyone, a dentist from Ohio maybe or even a pianist from New Zealand or a zoo keeper from France. Frankel is just another character he made up. The real creator might not even believe the things he writes. He might really love women. This might all be a game to him."
"Or he could be a serial killer doing time," said Anastasia
"He might even be a woman," said Petal.
"I don't care what he is," said Samantha. "He created Frankel and Frankel left me rotting in a men's jail. I say we get Frankel back!"
I made the prisoners cum in her mouth.
"So do I," said Cum Station Cindy. "I wish he was in parts just like me."
And sure enough I found myself with no arms or legs and handle bars in my head just like her.
"And I want Jake the trucker to fuck his face," said ballet dancer Sarah.
"And to make him vomit with his cock," said Anastasia. "Like I do in Ballet Diet."
And sure enough it all came true. I had Jake's cock in my mouth until I threw up, I was wished down into the darkest corners of The Pit, made to suck about a thousand cocks, take a cricket bat up my arse, was slapped, fucked, raped and groped, put in a clothes dryer, abducted, decapitated, re-assembled, tied up, tied down and endured everything the girls had gone through.
The worst bit was how Jake stunk though. Should have made more of that in the story.
Let's just say I got to see things from a new perspective.
"All right, all right," I said. "I get the point. I'm not real either."
Finally the real creator seemed to think the score had been settled as I was once more back in my chair in one piece but with a much smaller cock and now the girls had chairs to sit on as well, except Cum Station Cindy who was hanging on the wall.
"Well," I said. "Maybe it might be a good time to talk about plots for the future."
"Isn't it time I got out of the hospital," said Jones. "I mean you really seem to have have run out of ideas. I mean seriously Miller and Melville coming back - is that all you've got."
"Why?" I asked. "You think you could do better?"
"I know I could," said Jones. "You introduced Field but did nothing with her. Have her fall for me but then hate me when I turn her down."
"What is this Days of our Lives?" I asked.
"Well, it's better than your stuff. How many times are you going to use that Stalker game anyway. And please, how about a new description of a blowjob. If I have one more guy force my head down while he cums in my throat...."
"Oh God, he does that to you as well?" asked Katie the schoolgirl.
"Hello?" said Samantha. "Think yourselves lucky you're being written about. He hasn't written about me at all."
"That's because no one reads you," said Frankel. "And you rate under 4."
"You're joking," said Samantha. "An 18 year old schoolgirl in a prison for men and no-one reads it!"
"That's bull shit," said a prisoner. "We all read it in here. You better hope you don't end up inside Frankel. We're all pretty pissed about no part 3. You can't just ignore us like that."
"Everyone on the outside thought it was over the top," I said. "Besides I ran out of ideas. Seemed like it would just be constant shower scenes."
"But that's the point," said Samantha. "You left me in the shower. Until this conference I've been stuck in their with dozens of horny prisoners!"
"And what about me," said Anastasia. "You did me then straight away did another ballet story and I'm not in it!"
"You were a bit too freaky," I said. "Too much throwing up. Didn't suit the other baller story. What else can I say about you anyway?"
"Someone suggested my mum could lose weight. Write about her."
"No, she's not really erotic material I think."
"Oh for fuck's sake," said a voice from behind the door.
Suddenly in came my fiance from The Engagement Ring series with her whole family.
"You completely forgot about us didn't you. Your only mind control story and we're not even invited to the fucking conference!"
"Sorry," I said.
"You can't even remember my name can you," she said.
She was right, I couldn't. Was it Katie? Shit I had no idea.
"So you marry me in some stupid wedding where you make me suck your cock in front of hundreds of people and then just dump us."
"I started part 4," I said.
"The father goes to jail. I made him confess to forcing me to do all those things to you. The ring made him take all the blame."
"So why didn't you finish it?"
"Don't know, it started to bore me. I mean there was no more challenge. You were doing everything I told you. There was nowhere left to go."
"And what about us," someone yelled outside.
"Who are you?" I called back.
"Jennifer the secretary. You were going to write about me and never got around to it. I don't even know what I look like."
"Big tits, blonde hair," I said.
"Is that it?" she asked.
"More to follow," I said.
"But who am I?"
"You have a blowjob obsession, I think. Either that or you are an ice queen but want a raise, or maybe you are applying for the job. I haven't worked out the details yet."
"Make it original will you," she said. "There's a whole lot of other undeveloped characters out here. I don't want to stay a lightly sketched day dream forever."
"That's your problem Frankel," said Cum Station Cindy. "You never know how to finish something. You leave us all hanging. Me literally hanging on the wall."
"And we're still stuck in the desert!"
"And I'm still in jail!"
"And I'm still in the hospital."
"And I'm still at school."
I was starting to think this conference had been a mistake.
"Christ," said Jones. "You don't even know how to finish this story do you. It's already going around in circles."
So I made Jones, Miller, Cindy and Sindy have a competition to see whose breasts bounced the most when they jumped.
"That's not an ending," said Jones as her tits slapped together.
"It's not even a story," said Sindy.
"I bet it doesn't get more than a 4 rating," said her sister.
"And forget about an editor's pick. You'll never get one of those."
I decided that was enough.
"I still say it's not an ending," said Jones.