Meat's Cave
The monotone droning of the guide is almost enough to put you to sleep and you pinch your leg to snap out of the brain fog inflicted upon you. A relaxing day at the museum quickly turned into getting roped along for a walk-a-long guided tour, and they could not have picked a more boring speaker. Looking for a way out, you hang back as the group rounds a corner and wander through a section filled with prehistoric animals. A giant mammoth stands in the middle of the room, and you can see various displays of hairy bodies draped in animal furs. Walking past the glass windows, you see an empty display with a door cracked open in the back. The fake trees are knocked over, and you see a figure pass by the door, holding something in their hand. Not paying any mind, you turn back to the mammoth and suddenly you drop to the floor, your vision turning black.
Groaning, you shake your head and try to rub your temples but you can't seem to move. As your vision comes back, you realize your wrists are tied to a large log by some twine and display foliage. No matter how hard you pull, you can't budge at all. You can hear someone moving around behind you but you can't crane your neck far enough to see what's happening. The mystery person walks into your view and stands over you, grunting.
"Unga. Unga bunga bunga" she waxes poetically, pointing at you with a large meat prop. She's not wearing much other than some furs, and her wild green hair is loosely tied behind her head. Unsure of what to do or say, you try to figure out what she wants. She's pretty cute all things considered, but your freedom takes precedence over hitting on what appears to be a thawed out cavewoman. Looking over to the left, you see a large block of ice with another figure stuck inside. Boy are you glad that he's frozen in there and you're out here and that he's the sheriff and that you're frozen out here and that you're in there and you just remembered you're out here and what you want to know is where's the caveman? That blow to the head must have really knocked something loose.
The cavewoman standing over you leans down and starts sniffing around your neck and collarbone as you try to pull your head away. She gives you a cautionary lick on your cheek and apparently satisfied, gives a nod and a quiet "unga". Before you can say anything, she lifts her loincloth up and sits directly on your face, your nose overwhelmed by the strong scent of wet animal and musk. Her dripping cunt smears slime across your lips, her untamed bush smothering your nostrils. You try to keep your mouth closed, but eventually you have to take a breath through your mouth and the meat girl takes the opportunity to sink lower, grinding onto you while pulling your hair. You sputter up into her but she ignores any resistance, her hips forcing your head against the log. It doesn't take long until your entire face is soaked in her juices, running down your throat as you try to keep your breath. The smell eventually fades as you grow accustomed to it, but it doesn't make you feel any better about getting used. She shudders on top of you, gushing all over you again and you start choking. Meat rides your face a bit longer then slowly gets up, a trail of saliva and girl juice connecting your lips to her pussy.
Coughing a bit, you watch Meat tear your pants apart roughly, easily ripping them off of you. She manhandles your balls, squeezing lightly and working your cock. You can't keep yourself from growing erect as she grips and strokes you, then unceremoniously sits on your lap. Your cock feels like it's in a wet furnace, her body temperature is much higher than yours, and she immediately starts bouncing up and down. The only thing you can do is watch her breasts sway as she rides you frantically. Your wrists strain against your bondage as Meat presses her hands against your chest, letting out loud grunts and moans. Her cunt squeezes you like a vice, milking you steadily as she slams her hips down, bruising you. You feel her hands slip up to your neck and grip tight, choking you as she has her way with you. Stars pop into your view as you start to fade out, your cock suddenly twitching and blasting what feels like a week's load of cum directly into her womb.
You gasp for air as her hands let up around your neck, but her hips don't stop moving during or after your orgasm. Her constant motion forces you to stay hard and your entire lower body tingles from the overstimulation. Your ass clenches and you gasp out loud as another orgasm rocks you, cum leaking from around your cock as you overflow her snatch.
"Unga! Unga unga bunga unga" you can hear over the sound of skin slapping on skin. You groan every time she drops her hips, your cock twitching painfully as she milks a third load of cum out of you. She leans over, her tits covering your face and keeps grinding her waist on top of yours. Your body writhes and your hips drive up involuntarily, your vision fading to black as the cavewoman continues her nonstop assault on your groin. One last weak burst of cum leaves your deflating cock and your eyes slam shut.
A week passes and you can't remember a time where you weren't either being fucked or sleeping. Meat apparently has you hidden somewhere the museum staff don't check, and knows how to steal food from restaurants when everyone is gone. She untied you a few days in and you tried to run but she ended up tackling you and fucking you senseless like always. Now you just spend your days getting milked and passing out after she drains you. You hear her footsteps getting closer and you instantly know what she wants as she looks down at you with hungry eyes...
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