by Peter Loaf
The mansion waiting, top of a hill
“Come up my darling, I’ve been waiting”
The portal opens, as I appear
Hanks of rope coiled, leather and steel
A Nerf ball stuffing, a leather mask
Hogtie completed, legs in a bind
Wiggle and struggle, bubbling pot
The door swings open, He’s tall and stark
My client’s boner, trousers tenting
Hardbound and helpless, hands running free
Vibrating monster, shoved in my hole
Inner thighs cropping, try to escape
High horny idyll, nasal screaming
Face in the carpet, ass in the air
With morning release, rubber knee walk .
I pay the cabbie, the night is still
My high heels wobble
Leather skirt hobble
The high gates open, voice from a grill
His voice is cultured, high class dating
Pussy for hire
My inner fire
The steps I’m climbing, ready for mating
The butler waiting, face in a sneer
Mini skirt leather
Thunderstorm weather
Parlor conducted, table of gear
Bondage intended, part of the deal
The butler’s demand
His Master’s command
Sweater removing, ordered to kneel
Arm sheath he’s lacing, a complex task
Elbows together
My arms to tether
Pussy strap cinching, he doesn’t ask
Helpless and horny, left for to find
Half naked ready
Fantasies heady
Bound and deserted, to bump and grind
Serving girl subbie, part of his plot
The pussy splitter
Covers my shitter
Glory holes blocking, helpless and hot
Graying at temples, His color dark
Snorts like a stallion
Loafers Italian
Wiggle and shiver, eyes of a shark
My pussy creaming, sexy scenting
Squatting he touches
Girl in his clutches
Pussy strap loosened, no preventing
Inner thigh soothing, tickling me
Pussy lips swollen
My rising pollen
High hot and helpless, gag muffled plea
Butt plug ballooning, adding its toll
Pussy strap cinching
My clitty pinching
Puka pump squeezing, birthing a foal
Mouth bum and cunny, triple the rape
Bondage perfection
Passion’s infection
Clitty tip mashing, I’m all agape
My body responds, pussy creaming
Nipples erecting
Pussy inspecting
Dildo removing, penis gleaming
His member sliding, way down in there
Love muscle gripping
His seed I’m stripping
Pussy proud plaything, well serviced mare
Bag of gold clinking, circling hawk
Standing in portal
His quiet chortle
Pony prick swinging, all the girls talk
