Song of the Slut

Song of the Slut

We'll dance on table, pole, or lap,
Let you grope, and pinch, and slap,
Put your fingers anywhere,
Suck a nipple, tug our hair.
We'll wash your cock, massage it too,
There's very little we won't do

We'll suck, we'll ride, we'll spread 'em wide,
On our front or back or side.
We'll kneel and bend, and spread our cheeks,
We're eager playthings, super freaks!
We'll squeeze and grind and hump and rock,
And squirm and wriggle for your cock.

But don't abuse us, treat us well,
We live to see your penis swell.
Ask if we are greedy sluts,
Spank our naughty, squirming butts,
But don't say "you're a worthless whore"
Or hit us, kick us to the floor.

Why call me a dirty bitch?
I work to sooth your every itch!
A slut should be a treasured prize,
Not punching-bag with blackened eyes.
A cunt's a thing to celebrate!
Not to batter or berate.

We love to hear "yeah, take it sluts!"
To feel a swat that stings our butts,
"Suck that cock, you greedy one"
That turns us on, is lots of fun,
But "choke on dick!" "I'll tear that ass!"
Just turns us off, it has no class

So use us for your pleasure, guys,
Your naked toys that spread their thighs,
Tell us what your mood requires,
But as we fill your cock's desires,
Remember, sluts are precious pearls,
Unless you simply don't like girls.