Cream This Thick Ch. 08 - Sex Stories

Cream This Thick Ch. 08

... blushed as she realized they weren't just laughing. They were laughingat her. She wondered if Eloise would reveal it was really her maid and former secretary, if Eloise would drag her cow-ass in front of the camera with her tits out so they could keep laughing at her.

Most of her wished Eloise would.

Eloise perked up as an idea struck her and quickly made another signal to Michelle. Michelle's mouth watered as she recognized it. She crawled over her coffee, easily ignoring it as she went to obey her latest command: "Eat out Mistress."

Eloise spread her legs under her desk as her cow crawled on all four. Michelle approached easily. The human part of her brain was gone. There was no reasoning with a cow. Just luring it. Guiding it. And even then, they were often too stupid. Cattle. Herd-minded. Simple. Yes. Everything was simple as Michelle moved aside Eloise's bright red panties and slid her head underneath her owner's skirt. There was no build up or hesitation. If Eloise wanted to cum, she wanted to cum now. Tardiness was disobedience.

"Uhhn," Eloise moaned and gripped the side of her desk. She quickly bit her lip and forced herself into a fake laugh.

"Eloise?" someone said from her computer.

Eloise forced herself to let go of the desk with one hand and held up a finger, asking those in her meeting to wait while she kept laughing. It was obviously forced, but she was letting it build up into something. Michelle glanced up and slid her head out of her ...

... owner's skirt to see what was happening in the meeting, but Eloise quickly reached down and grabbed Michelle's long ponytail. With a sharp twist, she had it balled in her hand and pulled tightly on Michelle's scalp. She pulled Michelle back to her pussy, and her maid got back to work, dutifully licking her lover's pussy.

"Sorry," Eloise said while laughing. "It's just that stupid fucking cow. Can you hear it?"

Eloise yanked tighter on Michelle's hair, and Michelle mooed dutifully. Eloise's pussy muffled it, but it was deeper, stronger this time. She let it rumble through her throat and hummed the 'm' through her lips as long as she could, letting the vibrations tease Eloise's wet lips. Eloise gasped and turned that into laughter, and then the meeting joined her.

They all joined her.

The laughter melted Michelle's mind. At first it was the high, sharp, and cruel laughter of Eloise. It was that laughter that started all of this. Even more so than the Milk, it was Eloise's laughter — it was the way Michelle's body responded to Eloise's cruel laughter — that led to Michelle's downfall. The Milk was addictive and lowered Michelle's inhibitions, helping her release her foolish life and embrace her true calling. But it was the laughter that made Michelle know where she belonged — on her knees, begging, serving, taking blow after blow, abuse after abuse, and getting wetter with each strike.

Michelle had spent her whole life trying to avoid the moment when a beautiful and ...