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Click hereI am a slut I must proclaim
By my actions not just by name
I love the taste, the feel of cock
Just its smell will get me hott
I love the way his member grows
When his pubes tickle my nose
I know it may sound a little hardcore
But I love when he calls me his little whore
A little after he comes in my mouth
I let just a little dribble out
And as he watches I lick my lips
And swallow this most precious gift
Cherishing the taste of his seed
I suck the remnants off my teeth
You would think that I am almost done
But there is no way until I've cum
He pushes me down unto my back
He sucks and pulls at my rack
He rams in his cock as fast as he can
Loudly I scream , "You're the man!"
He pulls out his cock and before I can ask
He says, "Turn around bitch and give me some ass!"
Without hesitation I'm up on all fours
Waiting for him to open my back door
My pussy is dripping so he takes his hand
Wipes at my juices and massages his gland
With one swift push he pushes inside
You cannot imagine how loud I cried
Slowly he stroked until I screamed, "More!"
That's what you want you fucking whore?
He quickened his strokes and I did the same
And finally as his cock errupted I came
I collapsed in full bliss on the bed
As he crawls up close and kisses my head
And those who don't know me may think thats the end
But I crawled out of bed and called up a friend
We all continued to fuck through the night
To stop in the morning just didn't seem right
As we progressed throughout that day
We knew my friend she could not stay
As she was leaving we all knew
That she, like me is a slut too
After she left and I kissed her goodbye
My husband looks me in the eye
I know that you are the slut that you proclaim,
Only the best slut could carry my name
I may call you a bitch and sometimes a whore,
But it will never leave our bedroom door.
For what is said throughout the night
Is only said when the mood is right
So although the name "slut" is what I proclaim
My insatiable appetite I sometimes must tame
So after he's in bed and he closes his eyes
I slide my hands between my thighs
I quench my hunger for the night
I wait til morning for him to do it right
For my services some may pay
But I am only a slut for the day