i am a fuckdoll

I am not a person, I'm told,
But three holes for men to hold.
A slut, a fucktoy, I exist
To take their cock and swallow mist.

I'm just a property, an object, see,
Belonging to my owner, only he
Can use me like a filthy piece
Of fuckmeat, to indulge his release.

And if he wishes it, for others I'll lay,
Servicing any and as many as I can sway.
My pleasure is irrelevant, you know,
Be of use for him or for any man that shows.

I'll always look as best as I can,
Tight and sexy, a slutty-brand.
Wearing heels that exude such sin,
Too short, revealing, too much skin.

Fishnets, stockings, and makeup too,
Ruined by cum, spit, and tears to ensue.
Approving men is what I aspire,
For I am owned, a fuckpig desire.

I crave every cock in every crest,
Ass, mouth and cunt, of which I'm possessed.
Lips and tongue, balls to suck and lick,
Eating asses as well, what a trick.

My holes and tits, I'll have you know,
Should be spanked and covered in love's glow,
My face slapped, cummed on like a rag,
No surprises, I was born a cumslut hag.

Always edging, masturbating relentlessly,
For I deserve no pleasure, that's been set decently.
Porn and fantasies, each day's goal,
Being a better, more useful fucktoy foal.

Never allowed to cum without asking low,
For I'm nothing more than a fuckmeat blow.
A mindless cockwhore, rapemeat doll,
On my knees, my only call.

So I'll keep striving, keep improving more,
Looking as slutty as I did before,
Fit and horny, ready to please,
A bitch in heat, always at your knees.