Cream This Thick Ch. 08 - Sex Stories

Cream This Thick Ch. 08

... intelligent woman with success and power mocked her — all the way from middle school to PTA meetings. But she shouldn't have fought it for so long. She wouldn't have if she had known how it made her body tingle, how it turned off her mind, how it made all the terrible things go away as only the truth was laid bare — she was pathetic and worthless. The only value she could possibly have was to be of service, and even then, she was often too stupid or inept to help anyone. No. She couldn't take care of her husband or her family. She was just a stupid cow. She could be used for amusement, and that was it.

And as the room filled with laughter — as more of Eloise's co-workers unmuted their mics to laugh at "that stupid fucking cow" — Michelle let go of everything. Even the pleasure of serving Eloise's pussy was gone. She was nothing. She was absolutely nothing but something for her betters to laugh at. And as they did, she mooed deeper and deeper into Eloise's pussy. And they laughed. And she mooed. And Eloise twisted her hair and pulled her deeper. And she mooed. And Eloise laughed. And she mooed.

And oh, how her Milk flowed.

"Eloise, can you mute yourself?" said another man through fits of laughter. "We can't have our meeting in a fucking barn."

"Sure, Earl," Eloise said. "I just thought you'd like a little something to laugh at in the middle of the day."

"Of course. Now, back to these numbers from the third quarter ..."

Michelle couldn't leave until the ...

... meeting was over, but it didn't matter. There was no time except for Eloise's time. Michelle would stay up late or wake up early to clean the other parts of the apartment. Even the coffee and her precious Milk were far from her mind. There was only her Mistress and serving her. Eloise only wanted the best, and though Michelle was certainly not that, she would have to try her best. Maybe one day the Wassermans would find a smarter cow to clean their apartment and lick their pussies. Then they would throw Michelle on the street like she deserved, and she'd finally go live in the Barn with the other worthless cows.

She lost track of how many times Eloise came. She did it noiselessly, but her thighs would clench tight around Michelle's face, and she'd pull on Michelle's hair until the cow almost screamed. Then with a shudder, Eloise would unclench and make the sign to eat pussy again. So Michelle obeyed.

On and on, Michelle obeyed.

When the meeting was over, Eloise stood up and walked around her desk. "You made a fucking mess, cow," she said.

Michelle blushed and mooed softly.

"I'm going to clean up. You lick this milk up, then drink your coffee, tonight you'll deep clean the floor."

"Yes, Mistress." Michelle looked down. She was the maid. She was supposed to clean up messes, not make them.

She was such a stupid fucking cow.

Eloise smiled sadistically and bent down. Michelle thought at first it was going to be a quick peck — she was covered in Eloise's juices ...