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!
Tag: whore
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!
Her inner whore
She got off, she found, on the pretence…
She came hard and fast, long and intense,
When she acted the whore…
And her husband, what’s more,
Gave up hookers, and saved the expense!
For pity’s sake
The young whore was surprisingly pretty.
She smiled, flashed him one little titty.
He almost walked by,
But then stopped with a sigh…
Not to fuck her would be such a pity!
Going it alone
After all of those men that she’d dated,
She found herself bored and frustrated.
Men wanted a whore!
Fuck em all, then! she swore.
Masturbation seemed much under-rated.
A big ask
Bastard’s some kind of hairy great giant!
The whore stood there, arms crossed, defiant.
Cock down to his knees!
Wants a fuck, if you please!
Well this bitch ain’t too fuckin compliant!
Give me excess of it
Bleary, hung-over, struggling to focus,
But hard as rocks, soon as she woke us,
Insatiable whore,
To be begging for more
Of the same as last night’s hocus-pocus!