Cream This Thick Ch. 08 - Sex Stories

Cream This Thick Ch. 08

... size at this point, and most people assumed they were implants from how perky but heavy they were. But it didn't matter if they thought she was a bimbo Milf going through a midlife crisis and filling her chest with silicon. Michelle knew the truth, and so did Eloise. Michelle's body type and huge tits were Eloise's preference. But Eloise was too careful to ever get Milk in her mouth when she played with her cow. It was the one way Michelle could hurt the Wassermans, and she'd never allow herself to do that to them. She didn't want to work with cows. She had sisters back at the Barn to fuck. A cow was useless without her owner, and she would probably work there full time before harming a hair on Vicki's head.

Michelle lowered her swollen tits over her tiny cup of coffee. If she spilled a drop, she knew she'd be cleaning the office floor with her tongue. But her aim was reliable after over a year of lactating.

"Now," signed Eloise again, and Michelle flinched knowing she'd get a punishment later for making her better ask her twice.

Michelle took a deep breath. She lowered her stomach and thrust her tits down as low as they could go. She spread her legs and popped her ass. The Wassermans liked to fuck her in this position, and her body warmed as it recognized its favorite pose.

The moo started as a moan and built from there. Michelle would swear that it didn't start in her throat or even her lungs. It started at the core of her being — between her legs. Her body ...

... knew the sound better than breathing. It was more than a prayer; it was an orgasm in its own right, one made of sound and not skin. Her voice dropped several octaves, passing something human, going deep into the primal part of her brain. The same part of her that moaned wildly when the Wassermans fucked her — the part that can't help the sounds you make from the pleasure — released a throaty moo that filled Eloise's office.

As she mooed, milk flowed from her tit and one hand grabbed it to direct the flow to her tiny coffee cup. She squeezed her tits and filled the cup with the hot and buttery goodness as her moo turned to a very distinct moan. Her breath went from deep to high, almost cracking as what sounded like a cow in Eloise's office quickly became the obvious sound of a woman close to cumming.

Eloise's meeting went silent.

"What the fuck was that?" said a woman on the other side.

Eloise filled the room with laughter. "Oh my gosh, you heard that?" she said.

"Was that a fucking cow?" Michael said in the meeting.

Eloise bit her lip and nodded. More laughter erupted from Eloise's speakers. "The building next door has an urban farm on the roof," she said. "So yeah, that's our goddamn fucking cow."

Eloise doubled over with laughter, and her colleagues joined her. The meeting was derailed with questions about the urban farm and how Eloise could stand it.

"That cow must be fucking huge," one man said. "It sounded like your mic was in her mouth."

Michelle ...