by Peter Loaf
The hooker booking, some frat house fun
Taken to basement, arms bound behind
A party favor, from hand to hand
Spreader bar shackles, waddle about
The next one is gentle, sat on a chair
Straddle leg shackles, spread open wide
Titty whip stinging, nipples inflame
A bench comes sliding, between my thighs
The frat house floozy, covered in cum .
Stag party favor, the fun begun
The brothers drinking
Some getting stinking
What I should’a done, gone for a run
Tape gagged I panic, brothers unkind
My short skirt stripping
My bra strap ripping
Helpless sex slavey, girl in a bind
Half naked helpless, much in demand
Desperate pleading
Their lust I’m feeding
Panties rough ripping, pussy’s last stand
Bare pussy dripping, no chance to pout
Bent over table
Mare in a stable
Stallion fuck thrusting, gag muffled shout
Dildo vibrating, the lion’s lair
Tape gag removing
Ring gag improving
Arm bundle hoisting, trapping me there
The guy with the wand, vibrates inside
Hung up for fucking
Kicking no bucking
Pussy lips dripping, a whip applied
Gargle choke gasping, ten cocks to tame
The girl in the middle
Spraying my piddle
Pheromones spreading, the party game
Taking position, spearing my prize
The guy behind me
Hot hard and slimy
Three way the fucking, cannot disguise
Back in my taxi, smelling like chum
A huge wad of cash
I’m high on their stash
Weekend tradition, back here I’ll come
