MC Stories
So this morning what got me off - as is often the case when I’m away from Tumblr and rubbing to my imagination - was favorite scenes from half-remembered mcstories tales. Let me tell you what got my fingers all sticky and gave me release this time…
I and a bitchy coworker (or boss?) are sniping at each other over a little table at an outdoor cafe. Something about the coffee is calming us down, though, and when a man comes over and says sshhhh, sshhhh, ladies, it calms us even more. But I remember this clearly. He produces a sugar cube. I eat it out of the palm of his hand, my lips brushing his skin, and I become docile. Compliant. My mind sleepy.
The next time I’m aware of my surroundings, I’m in a large round room, one of a circle of women on all fours strapped into shiny chrome milking machines. Nude, on all fours, with a contented expression on my blissful, stupid face. My boobs are engorged, and my nipples are being milked - for more of the special milk for the coffee, I think. I look across the circle and see my old boss, similarly content and docile.
Then, behind me, the man with the sugar cube arrives. He pats my bare ass and calls me a good little cow. I wiggle joyfully as he opens his trousers, and as he enters me, his cock and the milkers on my tits, along with the idea of being so mindless and compliant and content, blank my brain in a mind-erasing orgasm…
Whew.
Favorite scenes from stories on mcstories.com like this stay in my head so I can use them again. 😀 I think I need to head over there now and try to find it!! 😘
This sounds like it could be one of any number of stories on the archive. I suggest that you look through as many stories as you can to find the one that you are really thinking about. ;-)
Good idea! Just keeping reading more and more stories until I forget what I came for…
