Cream This Thick Ch. 08 - Sex Stories

Cream This Thick Ch. 08

... always right. No matter how cruel or abusive she was, she was right. Michelle only got what she deserved. And what she wanted.

Vicki held the whip tight in her hand, most of it coiled tight. "Fuck!" she roared and slammed the whip down against Michelle's fleshy thigh. Michelle cried out in pain, but the gag muted her. Muffled like that with a pink cock extruding from her mouth, it sounded like a moan. Or a moo.

"Stop looking at me that way," Vicki said. She let the coils of the whip fall to the ground. "I'm so fucking tired of all these goddamn cows looking at me like I'm a psychopath. I'm not the one guzzling Milk and rubbing it all over my tits." Vicki pulled back her arm and swung with all her might, letting the long lines of the whip snap against Michelle's thighs. Thin lines of white blossomed into bright and thick red as the skin immediately swelled and a faint line of blood appeared. The pain was white and awful, but it cleared Michelle's mind. There was the stupid lust of a cow somewhere back there as Milk spurted from Michelle's erect nipples. But the part of her brain that couldn't ignore the deranged look in Vicki's eyes knew she could easily die here. Vicki would have some way to get rid of the body. No one else in the world cared about Michelle other than Eloise, and the waif-ish dark-haired domme stood by and did nothing as Vicki prepared to murder the cow.

Michelle had nobody.

Michelle was nobody.

And yet her tits leaked.

And yet her pussy ...

... was soaked.

And yet she thrust her hips, begging for more.

And yet, she mooed through her gag.

"Fuck, that's disgusting," Vicki said. "You fucking disgust me." She crawled on top of Michelle, straddling her. She dropped the whip and grabbed Michelle's nipples. She twisted hard, not like a lover playing rough, but like a mad toddler trying to see if they could remove the nipples with their bare hands. Milk spurted everywhere. Michelle felt it fall on her face and over her stomach. Even down to her toes there was Milk. And of course, all over Vicki's hands and face, there was the glorious Milk coating the thick strawberry blonde woman.

"See that?" Vicki said as she twisted harder. Michelle tried to cry out in pain, but the gag stopped her. It would have come out as a moo anyway. She knew it. They knew it. Everyone knew it. She was a filthy fucking cow, and she liked it.

That was her problem.

She liked it.

"You're fucking disgusting," Vicki said. "All of you fucking cows. And you have the audacity to look at me likeI'm the disgusting one?" Vicki let go of Michelle's nipples. There was nothing but fury in her eyes. She hated Michelle.Hated her. And Michelle wanted it. She needed it. She needed to be hated. To be beaten. To be destroyed. She didn't know why, but deep down, she knew it was always coming to this. A kind of sexual self-immolation. Eloise was the gasoline. The Milk was the spark.

Vicki slapped Michelle. "STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT!"

"Vicki," ...