The Slave

Excited,aroused, the fun will soon start,
A slave in her body, but free in her heart,
Awaiting and fearing the pleasures ahead
As she lies down naked unto the bed.

Her Master speaks soothing words in her ear,
And firm words, an order, assuaging her fear.
He kisses her body, caressing her mind,
His hand at the same time so rough and so kind.

Her Master he licks her, with pleasure she moans,
She shakes and she shivers, she explodes and she groans.
Another man, somewhat timid and shy
Seats next to her, lightly touching her thigh.

Her Master goes in her, so hard and so deep,
her fever grows stronger, her sanity slips.
The timid man, his shyness he shed
Massaging her breasts while holding her head.

More hands join the scene, a myriad, a tide,
Roaming her body, caress, pinch and glide.
Her mind blown with lust, she looks for a dick,
She grabs it, she strokes it, she gives it a lick.

Her soul is in turmoil, a fight for the light,
“This is so wrong, but it feels so right!”-
Her Master stops now, and he moves aside
Kissing her deeply, a stranger’s finger inside.

On her Master’s command, she cums oh so strong
“This feels so nice, how can it be wrong?”.
The fever now covers her body with sweat
Making her pussy so ticklish and wet.

Caressing and pinching, the hands burn her skin
Driving her deeper into this sweet sin.
With dicks and with fingers the strangers explore
Her skin, ass and pussy, she’s begging for more.

Cumming so strong, and cumming so much,
Making the men cum hard with her touch.
They cum in her hands, on her tits, in her cunt,
They cum in her mouth, in her ass, on her front.

Her Master is pleased, gleaming with pride,
This is her slave, his whore and his bride,
Being so naughty, his slut of a wife
Beautiful and terrible, the love of his life.