She’d be Nanny, or Nurse, any role
Didn’t care what went where, any hole!
She liked girls, she liked men,
A gang-bang, now and then,
Or played solo, and scored an own-goal!
Well adjusted
She thought sex, at first, vile and disgusting,
But felt she was slowly adjusting.
In fact she now found
That she’d wrap her flaps round
Any cock that she could without busting!
Irrefutable logic
“I’m a great root,” she said. “Indisputably!”
Eyes narrowed, gazing inscrutably
Into his own.
Then, in wearier tone,
“I’m a slut; I was born so, immutably.”
Rectitude
It was long and thick, upright and slanted;
“My god, it’s a monster!” she panted
“Just give me a minute,
To ease the thing in, it….”
Too late! It was firmly implanted!
Ingratitude
Since he’d bought her a fur coat and bling,
(But had not, of course, bought her a ring,)
She was grateful and gee!
It just seemed fair that she
Should get naked and do the right thing!
Purpose-built
With great tits and a cunt like a quoit,
At the act of sex, more than adroit,
She was fun to be seen with,
Do something obscene with,
And always a joy to exploit!
Loving her work!
As she worked her small boobs bobbled perkily;
Once, she looked up and smiled quirkily.
Nimbly she stroked,
Till she giggled and choked,
As he came in her pretty mouth, jerkily!
The list
She wrote all of her wants on a list,
Things she liked, things on which she’d insist,
When and how, and with what,
Which he promptly forgot;
She got off , nonetheless, on the gist.
The trap
It was pink, its mouth drooled, it was hairy,
Quite gross, and decidedly scary!
Her titties were nice,
But were meant to entice
Boys like him, who were young and unwary!
A word in his ear
She drew close, pressed her lips to his ear,
Said something he couldn’t quite hear;
Her tongue, warm and wet,
Though they’d only just met,
Made her meaning abundantly clear!