The Blowjob Specialist

I once had me a woman, who loved it up the ass,
She never was one to give a good fuck a pass.
The first time I saw her, I was sort of sick,
She was on her knees deep-throating nine inches of dick.

Raven hair brushed the top of that plump ass meant to be fucked,
Heavy, rose tipped tits begged to be sucked.
The sickness I felt lasted a short time,
Soon she had me wishing the dick in her mouth was mine.

As I watched her suck, lick, suck,
My cock thought fuck, damn, fuck.
I decided right then that she was an artist,
Later, I discovered that she was a blowjob specialist.

You see, this is why my boss married the whore,
Like all greedy fuckers he always wanted too much more.
I still remember the first night I had her in my bed,
It was the night she left her husband cockless and dead.

His death was my warning to never trust the bitch,
She was the average woman who just wanted to get rich.
If the whore had any sense she'd suck cock for a living,
Lord knows, she'd make millions more than I am making.

I wasn't the sort of man she was used to though,
I knew exactly when to let her go.
When the bitch got too demanding and started to gloat,
She'd already served her purpose so I slit her throat.