Dinner party.

Julian was none to gently as he sucked and chewed on my bloodied tit, I moaned and moo’d as he did. Catherine was more gently, almost loving every once in a while one of them would remove their mouth to say something.

“We could just have a nice dinner the two of us.” Catherine suggested, “a couple of shanks slow cooked?” I heard another moan from the direction of Mark and guessed that he was filling Miranda at that point in time.

“We could make a dinner party out of it,” Julian said, “Those two look to be enjoying themselves,” he pointed at Mark and Miranda, “we could invite them to a nice roast?”

I shuddered again and my butcher moaned, “Good girl, cum for me.” He whispered as he leant over me, “What meal would you like to be?” He asked.

I moo’d in response, cumming. “You’re just a perve who wants to fuck the flapper girl.” Catherine replied.

“There would be three guys, including the butcher, two women and one cow to fuck. I think you would get more men than I would get women.” Be bit hard at my breast before standing and rubbing his cock across my bloodied tits, “Anyway. I think we would want to spend the day fucking and preparing the cow.” He said as he walked around to my face, “Open up and taste your lovely self.” He told me.

I obeyed as Mark walked over, I tasted sweet and metallic, I was disappointed when he pulled away, “That’s enough,” he turned to Mark, “would your girlfriend like a taste?” He asked.

Mark smiled, “You just gave my girlfriend a taste, that is the artist who made her look like a cow.” He turned his head to look at the woman sitting on the couch, “Miranda. Would you like to taste the cow? Either straight from the source or by proxy?” He asked.

Miranda struggled to her feet and slowly walked over, “I couldn’t.” She said embarrassed. Catherine stood up and held out a blood covered finger as my butcher sped up his thrusts. Miranda gently sucked on the offered finger moaning lightly, “God she is tasty.” She said.

I shuddered again and knew another orgasm was close, my butcher knew it too and leant forward again, “Tell the crowd how you want to be cooked.” He whispered loud enough for everyone to hear.

I was panting in pleasure and went to moo just as Mark said, “You can speak.”

My taboo passion fell out of my mouth as I came again, I felt my butcher join me as I groaned, “Roast me, please roast me.” I squealed as I came and went to beg again, but this time what came out was, “Roast meat.” Mark’s hard cock throbbed, as my butcher pulled out of my cunt, I panted and groaned as he did. “I want, I want to be roast meat.” I said. With the intensity of the orgasm receding I drifted off, exhausted beyond measure and so incredibly satisfied.