Cream This Thick Ch. 08 - Sex Stories

Cream This Thick Ch. 08

... after all — but Eloise gave a heavy kiss to her cow, letting her tongue slip casually past Michelle's lips. Michelle's lips parted as she released a soft moo, but Eloise pulled her cow up by the collar. Michelle rose to her feet as Eloise's tongue roamed, licking Michelle's face, tasting herself on her cow. Eloise purred as she did it, and Michelle struggled to stay on her feet as pleasure spread through her.

Eloise let go of Michelle's collar, and the cow crumpled to the floor. Eloise let out a callous laugh as she walked out of the office. "Don't clean your face today, cow. I taste too good on you."

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Michelle floated through the rest of the day. She savored her Milk on the floor of Eloise's office with long licks but rushed through her coffee to give her a boost as quickly as possible. Managing a brothel and being a maid during the day meant Michelle only got four or six hours of sleep a day. She needed coffee more than ever, and the Wassermans knew that it was her fuel almost as much as Milk.

Eloise was also in a flirty mood throughout the day. More than once she called Michelle into her office to lick her face some more. Something must have wound her up, because she sat on a conference call and ordered Michelle to sit on the couch on the far side of the office, away from Eloise's desk. Michelle was ordered to Milk herself and drink, and Eloise touched herself while ignoring whatever the conference call was about. When Eloise hung up, she marched over to ...

... Michelle and rubbed her soaked pussy over Michelle's face, making sure she was still covered in Eloise's juices for the rest of the day. She licked Michelle's face and sent the cow out of the office without cumming, making her understand that she was not permitted to touch herself that day without Eloise watching.

It was moments like that — those tiny flirtations — that helped Michelle know she'd made the right choice. James would have never done that. The customers at the Barn certainly weren't playful and teasing with their cows. And Vicki? No. Vicki would have been a nightmare. Even if it was a beautiful wasteland to visit, Michelle would never want to live in Vicki's world forever. This was made evident when the curvy strawberry blonde woman came home at the end of the day. The door slammed, and Michelle's skin crawled with panic. Vicki was early. There was the clicking of Vicki's heels down the hallway, and Michelle scrambled from cleaning the bathroom floors to go greet her owner's wife.

"Mrs. W-W-Wasser —"

"Jesus, get it out," Vicki said as she stormed past Michelle and went to the bar to fix herself a drink. She was in black slacks that were straight and professional, but they had a look of leather to them. Her rich purple heels matched her blouse, but she was unbuttoning the top as she poured whiskey into a glass. She left the bottom three buttons closed but kept pouring.

Michelle stood at attention, waiting for an order from the woman but too afraid to ...