Voyuer’s Chair

I picture you in my minds eye,

No attire, bar your thigh highs.

You lie on your bed surrounded by toys,

Lubing the plug which you choose to employ.

Excitedly you turn, rising to all fours,

And slowly force the steel into your core.

I love your groan as your tight anus stretches,

I love the feelings that this horny sight fetches.

Then as it settles you lie back onto your back.

Opening your thighs you stroke your wet crack.

You build the desire you need with your hands,

Before reaching for the dildo, the image of your man.

Sliding it in, it so easily glides,

You imagine me fucking you, beyond closed eyes.

So fucking good, the way it feels,

Pushing your arse down, feeling arse full of steel.

Wetter and wetter, encouraging more speed,

Your stretched open legs buckle at the knee.

Convulsions overwhelm as you jolt and cum.

Squeezing so hard the plug slips from your bum.

Gasping for air as you drop back in a daze,

You haven’t cum so hard in many many days.

But you haven’t had your audience, your Daddy right there,

Watching his big girl play from his voyeur’s chair.