Cream This Thick Ch. 08 - Sex Stories

Cream This Thick Ch. 08

... the coffee didn't cool too much despite her lack of speed. She placed the tray on Michelle's desk and delicately placed Eloise's coffee on a cloth coaster. She slid it across Eloise's mahogany desk, and her lover grabbed it effortlessly and brought it to her lips while someone on the other side was talking about cost-benefit analysis of an aggressive low-to-the-ground marketing campaign.

Michelle grabbed a pad of sticky notes she kept in the pocket of her cow maid outfit, peeled off one, and scribbled down a note. She placed it on the desk near Eloise's coffee. It read, "May I have some Milk, Mistress?"

Eloise didn't look at the note for three minutes. She gave a lengthy reply to her co-worker, aptly making him sound like an idiot without outright insulting him, before she glanced down at her cow's message. She grabbed a pen and wrote her response in elegant script, "Moo for it."

Michelle blushed. She stood on her tiptoes and tried to get a look at Eloise's screen to see if her mic was unmuted. It shouldn't be — Eloise thought that a muted mic showed she had something to hide — but Michelle dared to hope.

Eloise's lips twitched up into a risky smirk considering all the eyes watching her. Eloise made a hand gesture — her pointer finger tapping her left wrist. The two had created a kind of sign language for the purpose of communicatingmost things while Eloise was in meetings. That gesture meant, "Now."

Michelle's eyes darted to the peek of Eloise's screen she ...

... could see. Would her Mistress mute herself? Eloise kept her eyes on the screen, feigning attention to whatever meeting was going on — Michelle had long accepted that she was too stupid to understand it — but Michelle knew that Eloise's focus was on her. She would do it; they both knew Michelle would obey. The question was how long would she fight it? How much dignity did she have left?

Michelle sank to her knees. She knew better than to moo while standing on two feet. Eloise shifted in her seat, making sure she could still see Michelle on the other side of her monitors. Michelle freed both of her breasts — the custom top had clasps that mimicked the clasps on Michelle's nursing bra. She didn't get to wear much lingerie or look like a sex-bomb, but the Wasserman's didn't seem to care. Half the time she didn't think either of them were attracted to Michelle's body — only her shame. Sometimes Eloise let her wear cow-printed lingerie for their one-on-one moments. But not today. Not at work.

Michelle's heavy breasts came free, and she sighed with relief.

"Excuse me?" asked a male voice from Eloise's computer.

"Hm?" Eloise said, feigning confusion while staring at Michelle.

"Did you say something?" asked her co-worker.

"No. Go on, Michael." Eloise didn't take her eyes off Eloise's breasts. She wasn't a milk addict, but sometimes she looked at her cow's tits like she was. They didn't hang low — and that was another miracle of Vicki's serum. They were up to 34G in cup ...