Disclaimers: Murphy Brown belongs to Shukovsky English Entertainment and
Warner Brothers Television. This story is not-for-profit, but I own it.
Warnings: Female solo sex, mind control, voyurism, male/female sex,
female/female sex, male solo sex, strong language
Pairings: Corky-solo, Corky/Murphy/Peter
Feedback: Yes, I want feedback.
Categories: Het, slash, bi
Other Notes: This AU story is a birthday gift for Faith Ford, who was born on
September 14th, 1964.
Summary: After she lives her fellow F.Y.I. reporters at a local bar and
returns to her apartment, Corky lays herself down on the bed and starts
having an erotic dream with herself, Murphy and Peter Hunt in it.
Dedication: Happy 42nd Birthday to Faith Ford! -- ATK 2006
Murphy Brown: Corky's Dream Self
by Andrew Troy Keller ([email protected])
My name is Corky Sherwood and I had been reporting the news on a newsmagazine
known as F.Y.I. ever since I had first came on board and met the one woman
who had became one of my good friends, Murphy Brown... and yet, I was unable
to figure out that something might cause me to have some certain -- ahem --
fantasies about her.
You see, it was on the 14th day of the month of September that the entire
F.Y.I. reporting team -- which happens to be me and Murphy along with Jim
Dial and Frank Fontana -- had just finished doing yet another episode of
the newsmagazine and gone over to a local tavern known as Phil's with the
show's producer, Miles Silverberg.
Anyway, after we had a few drinks and made the usual fun of the local
politicians, I had turned my head towards a little corner of the bar and
noticed that Murphy was holding hands with a handsome roving reporter named
Peter Hunt and kissing him ever so passionately on the lips.
And after I had taken one last sip of my drink, I had let out a sigh and said
'goodbye' to my fellow F.Y.I. reporters before I had left the bar and drove
myself back to my new place of residence, which happens to be an apartment
that I had moved myself into after I had gotten myself divorced from my
ex-husband, Will Forrest.
Anyway, after I had unlocked and opened the front door and stepped inside
the apartment, I had closed and locked the door, plopped myself down on the
living room sofa, taken a deep breath and said to myself, "Oooohhhh, Corky.
Where did you and Will actualy go wrong with each other?"
Just then, after I had gotten myself up from the sofa, gone into the bathroom
and taken a nice warm shower, I had dried myself off and wrapped a towel
around my nude body just before I had moved myself out of the bathroom and
into the bedroom, which was where I had became so tired that I had laid
myself down on the bed, closed my eyes and allowed the towel to be opened and
expose my naked body.
And after I had fallen into a deep sleep and my unconscious mind has started
pumping two of my fingers in and out of my hot, wet pussy and carressing my
own tits with the other hand, my dream self has suddenly found herself inside
a place that had looked exactly like Murphy's own house.
And just as I was about to try to figure out what I was doing there, I had
suddenly found myself being compelled by some mysterious force to start
walking up the stairs and into the master bedroom, where I had discovered
both Murphy and Peter kissing and touching each other's bare-ass naked
And even though the first thought in my mind was to get myself out of there
before they had discovered me, it was the same mysterious force that had
caused me to stand right where I was and start pumping two of my fingers in
and out of my hot, moist snatch and carressing my own tits with the other
That was before both Peter and Murphy had turned their heads towards me and
noticed what I was doing with myself, they had looked and smiled at each
other just before Murphy had taken me by the hand, placed me on the bed and
started licking me all over my nude body -- all the way down to my hot and
steamy cunt and carressing my firm breasts.
And then, after Peter had started stroking his stiff cock right in front of
us, I had placed my hands on Murphy's bare shoulders and said, "Aaaahhhh,
yeeeessss! That's it! Do it, Murphy! Touch me! Touch me there! Suck my wey
pussy dry! Aaaahhhh!"
Then, after Peter had placed his stone hard dick inside Murphy's asshole and
his hands on my bare shoulders, I had suddenly realized that even though I
was inside a dream and compelled by some mysterious force to have sex with
my two friends against my will, I was able to experience the one thing that
I had never experienced with anyone other than my ex-husband before, for I
was once again able to experience pure and untamed erotica... and enjoying
every minute of it.
Just then, after Peter had placed his stiff cock inside Murphy's pussy and
started licking on my snatch, I had started sucking on her stiff mounds,
causing a sexually-energized Murphy to place her hands on my bare back and
yell at the top of her lungs, "AAAAHHHH, YES! THAT'S IT! DO IT, PETER! DO IT,
CORKY! TOUCH ME! SUCK MY TITS! FUCK THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF ME! MAKE ME WANNA
And then, after the three of us had started moving ourselves harder and
faster and our lovemaking has made its final appearence on an episode of
F.Y.I., Peter, Murphy and I had came and collapsed due to exhaustion and
fell asleep with our naked arms in a lover's embrace.
Just then, on the very next day, I had woken myself up and discovered that
I was back inside the bedroom of my own apartment and all alone, which had
caused me to realize that -- in its own way -- I was in need of a certain
good friend to tell my problems to... and her name happens to be Murphy