Beat My Meat Novels & Stories

I had Val get on her knees & suck us all as we stood over her. I still get turned on til this day thinking about how gorgeous she looked in the middle of us four, sucking dicks, in this camper, dimly lit by the porno making slurping noises, the spit trickling down her tits, as she alternated between four dicks. We'd reach down, rub on her pussy, lightly smack her on the ass. There was a couple of moments, I'd stand back, go over to the table, do a "bump", take a shot of whiskey, purposely taking my time getting back to the action.

Dalon starts gagging when the chef passes him and Mila gives me a look of understanding on why I had refused the fish. “No, devi battere la carne in questo modo.” Mila takes the meat pounder from my hand and starts to beat the steak hard, almost as if she is trying to kill the poor cow all over again. “Vedere?” She asks, and I take the meat pounder from her hands, sending up a small prayer for the cow who offered up this amazing piece of steak that is being beaten into very very thing pieces of meat. When I start to hit the meat, Dalon flinches, closing his legs as if he is imagining the tool being used on his meat. I laugh and sake my head at how silly he is being, but finish the task I hav

So when Axton nails my prostate and bobs his head I let the intense wave hit me, and knock me over. With my mates name on my lips.

"What's wrong, Daphne?" "Nothing. Nothing." I felt nervous and uncomfortable. This impulse of passion came out of the blue while I was having a serious conversation with Asher. "How about we have lunch? Are you hungry?" "Don't take me to your weird recommendations. I just want to eat nearby." "How about we have lunch at EatMeat?" EatMeat is a restaurant that serves various steaks with meat from various countries. Horse meat is the most favored menu there. A five-star meat restaurant is nearby. It's in the hotel and mall area. A good choice.

How can she look so weak? These marks were not on her body but on her soul and she will never be able to remove them. The world started to spin around her as she remembered the tit bits of what happened to her. How that beast ripped the cloth off her body and tried to lash out on her breasts and bit her skin and fed on her flesh. It was so disgusting to even think about it. Her insides became hollow and empty like a bottle who once used to be filled with refreshment and now it just looked like an empty glass bottle which can be shattered easily maybe already cracked.

It looked extremely domineering and was a top divine beast! At the same time! A stream of crystal light beam began to burst out from the little Meat Bun, which forcibly broke free from the pulling power of the surrounding tactical deployment. "Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Beau throws up his hands in exhaustion. “She clearly did not inherit my athletic ability,” he drawls. “What athletic ability?” Archer goads. “I guarantee you won’t even score once at the game Saturday.” Beau makes a noise. “I guarantee you I will,” he says. “Those damn Openbridge kids light a fire inside me, Archie. I’m gonna pommel them.” “As long as we win,” Archer leans back and crosses his arms over his chest. “I don’t care who you pommel.”

harping on about brains being better than brawn. “Don’t you worry,” I muttered under my breath. “I ain’t ready to meet my maker just yet.” Ricochet hollered for us to step on up, and I ducked and dived my way into the center of the ring. Mad Dog beat his fists at me, which was fighter's talk for “You’re going down!” He had some front, I’d give him that. The way he was spewing off like that, rallying up the crowd, he’d tire himself out before the first bell sounded.

His pulse rabbited under my touch - human hearts beat so frantic, like they're racing toward extinction. "Rare's here," I traced his lifeline, calluses catching on royal skin I shouldn't have exposed. "Medium's... here." My thumb slid upward. The scent of his adrenaline spiked, copper-bright. "Well done's—" He jerked back like I'd branded him. "Burnt. Got it." The flush creeping past his collar betrayed him. "Just... char the damn thing. I like my meat like my landlords - crispy and screamin'." I served his steak resembling charcoal briquettes. Mine bled freely, five plates circling me like a carnivore's sacrament. He stared as I demolished the third, juices staining my chin rubied.

I smiled. The next day I told Melody about yesterday and she told me to make him jealous. "Is Jace even the jealous type?" "Oh yeah, just make him jealous and he will wake up and make a move." She told me before drinking blood. "Alright. You know, normal people have coffee in there." I chuckled. "I was going to put coffee. But blood was more appealing today." She grinned. "Compel that hot guy, and make him flirt with you." She told me.