by Peter Loaf
The lonesome mansion, high on the hill
The view tremendous, ringing the bell
The darkness crowded, the door they close
Spreader bar buckled, below my knees
Vibrating lover, shoved in my cunt
Shortest prick ever, inch and a half
Molly and Jenny, filming our lust
Limply withdrawing, dripping his seed
My juices flowing, scent in the air
Greasy stretched anus, pried open wide
Pain/pleasure/passion, it’s all mixed up
Merciless lovers, victim well tied
Then it is over, a check is cut
The taxi waiting, bottom of stairs
Fucked to a frazzle, back on the road .
The taxi leaving, my sudden chill
The steps ascending
The rules I’m bending
I set off climbing, an act of will
Sun setting magic, colors of Hell
The door creaks open
Subbie lust hopin’
The shadowed entry, the darkest well
The muttered promise, ripping my clothes
A gag shaped pecker
Vibrating stretcher
Titty-clipped pussy, red as a rose
Dancing demented, gag muffled pleas
The crop snap-snapping
My passion trapping
Thumb up my bummer, coated with grease
Licky slit buzzing, deep in the hunt
My titties burning
Royalties earning
Moll Flanders mansion, run by the Runt
Fat cock becoming, suppress a laugh
Whispered endearments
Enter in rearments
Thrashing orgasmic, fish on a gaff
Internet casting, ready to bust
My subbie lusting
Some think disgusting
Others pay dearly, the upper crust
My bottom lacing, subbie lust treed
Dancing and prancing
Passion enhancing
The cracker cracking, feeding my need
Two players playing, just isn’t fair
Another coming
My heartbeats drumming
Hung like a stallion, mounting a mare
Choking and gasping, taken for ride
Pony prick probing
Inner lights strobing
Subbie lust busting, my stripy hide
Vibrating pussy, my clenching cup
Clitty pinch nipples
Pain/pleasure ripples
Subbie lust dripping, well beaten pup
Orgasmic release, strictly denied
Torture of needing
Gag garbled pleading
Nipple clips ripping, spurting inside
Given hew clothing, my stripy butt
No beach for a week
I’m up the creek
Lusty sub needing, deep in my rut
My fortune making, the blue chip shares
My pussy itching
Mini skirt hitching
Subbie lust needing, the driver stares
My eyes grow heavy, the row I’ve hoed
Blinking I waken
The hostage taken
Trunk of the taxi, the sneaky toad
