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.
Tag: whore
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!
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!