Miss Muffet

On a dim lit city corner,
Stands Miss Muffet,
Black leather pants
Not much else.
My black Ferrari humming,
I whip out my wallet
For there she was
Miss Muffet, dark brown hair
Sculpting bare breasts, stands behind
Luminous smoke, exhaled.
Miss Muffet, elevated in golden sandals.
The stars are out
The city’s moon is full
And damn it, we are going to fuck.
I am hard and in charge.
Miss Muffet, will she make me cum?
My fat wallet
Five thousand dollars,
A glow in the dark condom.
I approach Miss Muffet,
She looks pissed.
Cold glass descends, replaced with
Money.
Into a quizzical smile
She bends down
And shows me her tits.
“What do want lover?
I can make you holla.”
I am horny so I agree.
Painted leather legs cushion my seat.
We are at the hotel, its swell.
Brown leather chair encompasses
A black lace thong.
I pull out a twenty
To embrace her bare flesh.
Breasts exposed
Body is vulnerable.
I kiss her leg
A response
My shake,
Her grin
I slap her ass.
Sweated hands mold and
Roll to reveal moist skin.
Bronzed legs, snaking,
Arch and touch her head,
Sixteen more twenties
Her pants would fall.
I am horny so I agree.
I reach for wallet
A sudden jump
Her tits press my back,
Golden naval ring rubs spine.
Shivers disperse.
Brown leather entwines
My muscled neck.
I grab sheets,
Catch a breath
Naked knees crush spine.
I plead for release.
Miss Muffet laughs
Spanking my ass.
Spanking? No,
She rides my ass.
I love it.
Heart hammers in ears.
More air is needed.
Miss Muffet giggles,
Kneading my ass.
Whispers of enticement,
Nuzzling at my ears
The belt releases
I'm on my back.
I’m hard and rigid
My dick twitches.
She teases, she dips,
Clawing at my chest
Miss Muffet makes me spastic.
She wets her lips
Cupping her tits,
Thrashes her head.
Miss Muffet creates a fist
Strikes my chin
Like a light bulb,
I blow out.
I awake
A maid stands
Before my toweled body.
Miss Muffet has vanished.
We search
My wallet has vanished,
Money all gone
So too my enjoyment.