Debonair

He was handsome and tall, debonair…
The poor lassie, she hadn’t a prayer!
He seduced her, of course,
Swept her up on his horse,
Took her off to his sordid damn lair!

Vanity

The damn man was so vain and conceited!
He’d taken her in, lied and cheated!
“A big cock… my arse!”
She thought. “What a damn farce!”
Well, that’s one fuck that won’t be repeated.

Predicament

She was locked in a cage of some kind…
Some contraption perversely designed…
Metal clamps on her tits,
Her legs spread in the splits…
My god! What could the man have in mind?”

If

She said “Just so you know… it’s alright…
Fuck my arse, if you want… it won’t bite!
I’m not saying you should…
Just… you know… it’s all good…
If you want to… I just thought you might.”

Finale

At long last, their cocks started to droop,
Not before, though, they’d stood, the whole group,
In a circle around her,
And just about drowned her
With squirts of great gobs of their goop!