When she’d fucked, once, she’d pleaded for more..
But now, married, it’s kind of a bore…
Wham, bam, always the same,
It just seems such a shame…
Better, frankly, to be a damn whore!
Tag: whore
Not the girl next door
“Fuck, I guess I’m a bit of a whore,”
She thought, cum-soaked, her pussy fucked raw…
What her poor saintly mom,
In Duluth, where she’s from,
Would have thought… She came hard, screamed for more!
Path of least resistance
When resistance is vain, what’s the use?
When her pussy’s awash with its juice…
She thinks “God, I’m a whore”,
But resists a bit more,
Not to seem to be morally loose.
One whore town
A saloon whore in some one horse town,
Half drunk, tits hanging out of her gown,
Her job mainly to fuck
Any guy with a buck,
Be he black, white, red, yellow or brown.
Job description
She did things God and law both forbade,
But by doing them brought in more trade…
Up her arse, up her cunt…
To be brutally blunt,
For what else is a lowly whore made?
Cold as charity
One must do what one can for the poor,
Said his lordship. Say, take that young whore…
One might give her some trade…
She gets fucked, she gets paid…
That she’s so young, of course, we deplore!
Using her brain
Young and restless, and bloody good-looking,
She thought, bugger housework and cooking.
I’ll just be a whore…
That’s what pussies are for!
Call or text anytime for a booking.
Youth and beauty
Just her youth and her beauty sufficed…
He was already rather enticed…
Still a virgin, what’s more…
Her first time as a whore…
And the goods were attractively priced!
The lady of the house
How undignified… crudely restrained,
And stark naked, one’s arse being caned!
Being fucked like a whore…
Still, life can be a bore,
And this keeps one, at least, entertained.
Another Saturday night
God! I must be a bit of a whore!
She thought. Nuthin’ to see but the floor…
Hangin’ over a chair,
Naked, arse in the air,
And a line-up of blokes out the door!