Broken Arrow

The Night Before Slutmas ‘Twas the night before Slutmas, when all through the city Not a cock-sleeve was stirring, not even a titty; The dudes were well hung with their cocks in the air, In hopes that the Slut Queen soon would be there. Young sluts were tied up all snug in their beds; While visions of gang-bangs fucked through their heads; And Mistress in her collar, and I with my whip, Had just readied our bodies for a long winter’s tip, When down in the basement there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my slut’s hole to see what was the matter. Away to my dungeon, I flew like a flash, Tore open the door, my cock ready to smash. There in the dim light, with her breasts out for show The Slut Queen knelt naked, ready to give me a blow So, with my dick in my hand and a right dirty leer I was ready to fuck that slutty, little dear. When what did I see, all behind her down there But eight other sluts all with asses quite bare. Though to me those tight asses all looked quite the same The Slut Queen called them al