Steve’s Lost Libido

Steve’s sex drive has gone missing

It disappeared a while ago

And now he’s just existing

With a fizzed out libido

He lost it when out shopping

For a gift for his dear wife

When across the aisles he saw her

And it stuck him like a knife

His dearest little Daisy

Was browsing the menswear racks

When she picked out a special item

A lovely pair of slacks

Now Steve is on the large side

He’s not a little guy

So when he saw the pants she held

He knew things were awry

The pants were slim and dandy

Too small by far for Steve

And then she picked out underwear

And his stomach gave a heave

She took her goods and walked across

To a changing cubicle

Then with a surreptitious glance

She ducked inside a stall

Beneath the door, as Steve could see

The stall was still in use

For there was another pair of feet

A man’s, he did deduce

He jumped as he saw trousers

And then blue underwear

Flutter down the hairy legs

And trap them like a snare

The next site was quite shocking

As Daisy went to her knees

She stayed like that for minutes

While Steve’s blood began to freeze

And then she stood, and turned around

Her knickers then came down

The man now dropped onto his knees

And Steve heard a slurping sound

And then he stood, and dipped his knees

No doubt to dip his wick

So Daisy got her secret fuck,

Making Steve a little sick

The fuck was done, the pants came up

The stall door was slowly cracked

And out snuck Daisy, all aflush

And behind her, Cousin Jack

A raging Steve stepped quickly forth

He grabbed the little shit

He punched his nose, he kneed his balls

He pummelled the slimy git

And then he grabbed for Daisy

And propelled her back inside

He ripped her still-moist knickers off

And tanned her hussy hide

He spanked her hard inside that booth

All outside could hear

At last he stopped and looked at her

With a bright red glowing rear

“Now get you home, you little whore”

He barked, she shook with fear

He yanked the door right off its post

And dragged her by the ear

Once home, he had her strip her clothes

And bend over the old chair

He pulled his belt out of its loops

And snapped it in the air

He aimed his blow, she clenched her cheeks

His arm pulled back quite high

His arm whipped down, the belt bit deep

She let out a shrieking cry

Still unperturbed, he whipped her more

Recalling her disgrace

Her bum was vivid red with weals

And his anger was replaced

With lust, and a stonking hard-on

Nigh ripping through his pants

He freed his cock and grabbed her hips

To stab her with his lance

But thought of fucking her tight cunt

Where Jack’s emissions swam

Caused Steve to pause and think again

Of another cunning plan

He wet his dick to lubricate

And took aim at her arsehole

And pushed until he popped inside

Then docked his meaty pole

She squealed at his intrusion

He laughed at her dismay

“Next time you fuck young Jackie boy

You know how you will pay”

“In fact, I’m going to whip you

And fuck your little bum”

“Every night from here to Christmas

So you know the price of fun”

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