by Peter Loaf
To party going, Hollywood hills
Back of a limo, they liked my stills
Agent beside me
Blanket to hide me
Driver ignoring, half naked chills
Gag of foam rubber, head harness snug
Hands cuffed behind me, wiggle and tug
To rear entrance going
My mind he’s blowing
Our little secret, the greedy lug
Sharing His subbie, with the whole world
Outing my secret, colors unfurled
I don’t have a say
In chains I display
Pussy lips swollen, invective hurled
Carried through kitchen, chained in a ball
My agent Master, then down a hall
Left in a bedroom
Awaiting my doom
My pussy splitting, don’t want to fall
Each wiggle hurting, nipples and clit
Head swimming passion, shuddering fit
Nowhere I’m going
Hot juices flowing
My fortress crumbles, pain whoring twit
The room is filling, Guccis abound
Ball tied and naked, gather around
Cigar smoke choking
Crudely they’re joking
My agent winking, big money found
Through nose I’m screaming, fall over flat
A bippy biting, lips of my cat
My kicking feet next
Orgasm perplexed
Pleasure/pain screaming, hot stove I sat
Audition over, signing my name
A movie contract, never the same
My passionate show
I’m gonna turn pro
Jackpot for agent, the porno game
When it’s all over, two billion made
To South sea island, Master and maid
Our games unobserved
“Punishments” deserved
Happy young couple, ‘til pirate raid
