Where bitches, whores and sluts learn their place.
Objectifying women is what we do best.
Where female equals fuck meat.
"Why aren’t you naked?” he shouted angrily as he entered the room, his face like thunder.
“Was I supposed to be?” she asked.
“I told you I needed a fuck”, he responded.
“And I….” she began, but was interrupted by a slap to her cheek.
“Do I have to spell everything out?” he shouted. “Now get naked and lay down.”
She stood up and nervously took off her clothes. He watched, licking his lips. She removed her top and jeans. She was about to remove her bra when he stopped her.
“Over there,” he said.
She walked to the wall as he indicated.
“Bend over,” he ordered.
She did. He walked over and spread her legs apart. She placed her hands upon the wall in front of her. She felt his hands running over her. Gently stroking and caressing her. Over her ass. Up and down her back. Up and down her thighs. She could hear his breathing deepening.
She felt him pull her panties aside and run his fingers up and down the crack. She gasped as a finger spread her lips and slid inside. Just a few millimetres, but enough to make her gasp.
“You like that huh?” her asked and laughed. “Let’s see if you like this.”
She heard him unzip his trousers and suddenly he was inside her, hard, hot and large. She moaned as he thrust back and forth. He held her around the waist as he rode her.
“You like that don’t you, you dirty slut?”
“Oh yes,” she replied. “I love it.”
His hands moved up and unhooked her bra. His hands cupped her breasts as he continued to ride her. Without warning he pulled out. He walked towards the wall and took her head in his hands. He turned it sideways and pushed his manhood against her lips. She opened eagerly and took him in. He thrust into her mouth, quickly but not too roughly.
“Oh god yes,” he moaned. “Too good to be real.”
She felt his excitement building and when he exploded she swallowed enthusiastically. As he pulled out of her mouth she took hold of him and milked every last drop from him. He laughed again.
“You’re good,” he said. “If only you could box that so I could take it with me, I’d never stop.
He zipped up his trousers and left the room.