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Brenda & The Backdoor Boyz

Brenda took the 'ho stroll' down the avenue,
looking for a freaky boy or two to pick up
and screw.

Some would be eager to please,
anxious and already hard, to be over
her knees; eager for the spankings to come
or for the rough fingers she'd stick up their bums.

She didn't care if they were
bi, straight, or queer.
As long as they bent over
and gave her their rear.

She was freaky like that.

Had to have their asses
      opened wide
so she could slip her
      tongue, fingers,
           and toys
              inside.
As they squirmed,
       moaned,
and begged from pleasure
       and pain,
their submission
  was what she gained,
         sustained,
         retained,
got off on
     as she slapped on
   a strap-on
and rode them hard and fast.

Some would barely last,
    shooting their jizz
in a spraying blast.

Plunging into them hard and tight,
     it felt so fucking right.
And Brenda got off harder
if some tried to
         resist and fight.

But she knew in the end,
that no matter what,
each dude was all right,
because they were paid to
be fucked in the butt all night
and money can always buy that kind
    of perverted delight.
Written by BluesGal73
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