Where bitches, whores and sluts learn their place.
Objectifying women is what we do best.
Where female equals fuck meat.
God she hated the underground. Smelly armpits. Dirty trains. Crushed against people. Thank god she had managed to get a seat tonight. And she was nearly home now. She looked up. Standing directly in front of her was a man. No! Man wasn’t the word. Adonis? He was gorgeous. Everything perfect. And for some reason, he was looking at her and smiling. Odd.
She looked down again quickly, her heart fluttering. Nervously, slowly she took another look. He was still smiling straight at her. Why? Was there something wrong with her hair? Did she have some mark on her face? She’d smudged her make up. It must be. He wasn’t smiling. He was laughing at her. There surely couldn’t be any other reason for such a god to be smiling at her.
The train began to slow. Her stop. She got her things together and walked to the door. The train stopped and the doors opened. She got off and was walking towards the stairs. As she walked along, suddenly, without warning someone pinched her ass.
She spun around in shock and saw the man behind her.
“I,” she began. “You,” she continued. “What?”
He, still smiling, leaned forward and whispered in her ear, “I want to fuck you. Right here, right now.”
All she could think of to say was “why me?”
He laughed and took her hand. “Follow me,” he said.
And nervously she did.
He took her to the end of the platform and into a little alcove, which appeared to be used for storage. It was full of junk. Cleaning materials and bins and all sorts of old stuff.
He pushed her against the wall and undid her belt. He pulled her jeans down and fell to his knees. He pulled her panties aside and began to flick his tongue over her mound. She gasped.
She stood there for a minute or so, eyes closed, enjoying the sensation. Then she felt a hand groping at her breasts. He stood up and looked at her smiling. Then without warning he took hold of her t-shirt and ripped it open exposing her bra.
She gasped in horror. Then shuddered in pleasure as he kissed her roughly on the mouth. He dropped his own jeans and revealed a huge erection. He lifted her from the ground and she wrapped her legs around him. He entered her and rode.
“Get your tits out,” he commanded.
She did and he began sucking and nibbling on her nipples as they fucked. After a minute he stopped riding and put her down on her hands and knees. He entered her from behind.
“They don’t make them as slutty as you anymore,” he laughed.
He held her shoulders and rode her until she felt his orgasm building. He pulled out.
“Turn around,” he instructed.
She did and opened her mouth willingly for what she knew was coming. He filled her with warm sticky fluid within seconds.
“Thanks,” he smiled. He pulled up his jeans and went to catch the train she could hear pulling onto the platform.
She looked down at her ripped t-shirt. How the hell was she going to get home?
