Lisa Doyle

Oh how she loved a country gent.    
Few came her way,    
But,    
when they did..    
   
No-one would see her arrive,    
They were discrete, Never charming.    
They were paying to play and dirty
they wanted it.    
   
No place sacred as he buggered her violently
till her blood flowed.  
This gentlemen beast fucker would pay  
   
She had brought the tape,    
Pushing him down, She taped his hands to
the bedstead.    
Playing the roll of the willing servant,  
To the masters needs.    
 
He smiled at the thought.  
 
The pain from between her legs brought tears    
His cum would make that pain go away real soon    
 
She smiled at the thought..  
   
His cock stood proud splattered in her blood.    
   
She watched him as her pussy swallowed is cock.    
   
She rose and fell upon his cock    
as he watched her tits move with
the motions.     
 
He was close, She could feel his
cock ready to pump the contents of
his balls into her.
    
   
With quick movements she used the tape,
And covered his nose and mouth,
Blocking his airways as intended.    
    
   
His eyes flaired wide open,
With the realisation of his soon to be
demise dawned on him.   
       
   
He struggled violently.    
     
   
She stayed upright and still...watching and waiting    
as he bucked like a bronco the dance of death.    
   
The last thing he saw    
was her smile.  
 
The last thing he remembered    
was his cum shooting into her.    
   
Finally he lay prone.      
 
Her orgasm took hold as she rode his lifeless form.    
His cock twitching it's own deathly dance
as his balls pumped for the last time.  
    
What would the papers say    
she would read it with little interest  
   
 
She hoped it would be a girl,
One of good looks and
now good stock.
 
She laughed out loud
feeling his seed leek out.       
as she walked into the nights fog