Trust

Young, confused, foolish, flattered and flustered,
She let him, this man whom she’d trusted,
Do things to her which 
Scared her, hurt like a bitch,
Left her mortified, shamed and disgusted.

On the hook

Once deprived of their means of support,
Her tits flapped like a salmon just caught, 
As she bounced on his cock…
“I should give her a shock…
Switch and bugger the slut now,” he thought. 

Suspicion

“I’d not mind…” she said “just being screwed…
I’m in fact in an amorous mood, 
But I’m rather concerned…
(A suspicion hard earned)
Just what else being fucked might include!”

A taste

His hand cupping her breast, warm and white,
Finger tickling her twat, moist and tight…
She’s allowed him this much…
Just a taste , just a touch…
To do more she might think impolite. 

Disgrace

In the clutch of this stranger’s embrace,
She thought “Girl, you’re a fuckin’ disgrace!”
His cock stuck up her bum…
More men lined up to cum
In her holes, on her tits, on her face.