Where bitches, whores and sluts learn their place.

Objectifying women is what we do best.

Where female equals fuck meat.

She left the station. And turned left. She took the third road on the left as she had been instructed. She reached the end and entered the park. It was dark. She moved nervously along the edge of the park and came to the tree he’d described. She stood there hesitantly. She reached into her pocket and took out a scarf. She tied it over her eyes to make a makeshift blindfold.

She stood with her back against the tree. God her breathing was deafening. And her heart was beating louder than she thought possible. And then another sound. Off to her left. She gasped and held her breath. Yes. Someone was approaching.

Was it him? What if it wasn’t? How must she look against the tree in a blindfold? What if…..

Someone grabbed her arm. She gasped again. Her coat was pulled open. She was wearing a dress which buttoned up all the down the front as she had been instructed. She felt the buttons being undone, knowing that she was naked beneath except for stockings and suspenders. If this wasn’t him he was very daring and getting very lucky.

She felt lips against her sex and sighed. His tongue flicked across her mound and she felt his hot breath. She shivered partly from excitement but mostly from the cold of the park against her half naked body.

A hand grabbed her right breast and squeezed hard. She cried out in pain and felt the grip soften.

After around a minute he stood up and took her arms. He turned her round and bent her over. She felt the tree before her and took hold of it, bent forward against it. He lifted her coat and dress and entered her from behind. He rode her hard and fast.

God it felt good. But who was he? Did she actually care right at this moment? Not really. All she cared about was that hardness filling her softness. She began to moan. She felt hot breath on her ear.

“I never really knew how dirty you were until now,” whispered a voice.

She smiled as she felt him move away from her ear. His thrusting slowed and accelerated and slowed again as he kept her on edge.

She felt his excitement building and within seconds felt him explode inside her. She cried out in pleasure as she felt his cream fill her and almost collapsed to the floor.

His thrusting slowed and he pulled out. She heard a zipper close. She heard him move round and felt a kiss on her cheek. Then she heard footsteps retreating and knew she was alone. This adventure was over. She smiled. She couldn’t wait for the next one.