Donna Free Use Slut

Donna walked down the little hallway leading from the bathroom like she was floating on air. She cradled the wine glass in her hands, gently swirling it. She was in that special headspace that she loved to be in. That space where she was apart from what was around her. A space where she was focused on extending the pleasure of the moment, not having to think but just do what she told and react according to the flow of the moment.

She came to the party thinking that she would stay perhaps an hour, and then headed off to the club or one of the bars she knew. She would go to someplace where she could anonymously let herself be used. But right now, she found herself being controlled by three people, one who had used her before and the other two were friends in the normal world. She was connected to them and now they controlled her. They made her their slut, their fuck toy. That thought thrilled and excited her like never before. She did not care what else happened at the party. Everyone else was in the background.

Her body still tingled with the energy and excitement from being used by both Alex and Jack. Now standing here looking into the living room, holding her cocktail of wine and semen, her blouse draped open, her thighs slick and wet from her juices dripping from her swollen cunt, all she could focus on was one more. More use, more degrading humiliating use.

The touch of Jack's hand at the small of her back woke her back to reality, The sense of a warm tingle raced around her ass and straight to her pussy. It was like her orgasm had not really stopped but just had its intensity dial down. She stifled a moan. "Let's top off that drink," Jack whispered in his ear as his hand slid down to trace the crease of her ass. With a gentle nudge she moved forward and headed toward the beverage table.

She picked up the red wine and filled her glass almost to the brim swirling it around and smiling at the cloudy thickness floating in it. Sitting the wine bottle down she picked up a bottle of bourbon, "Would you like yours refilled?" she said, turning around to Jack. He held his glass out topped it with her eyes locked on his and a playful grin on her face. She brought the wine glass to her lips, took a long sip of it savoring it in her mouth then swallowing. She opened her mouth wide, her tongue protruding just a little, showing that she swallowed it. She knew men like that after a blow fob. And while this was not a blow job, she had just swallowed a mouthful of Jack and Alex's cum.

Jack broke eye contact with her smiling and looking around the room. There were twenty or so people around. He spotted Alex and Sandra, both of whom were looking at him and Donna and smiling. Jack turned back around to look at Donna. She gazed up at him. As if in as casual a tone as a conversation about the weather, he ordered her, "I want you to take a casual stroll around the room. Give everyone a chance to get a good look at you. Give them an opportunity to smell the sex on you. Be polite, and do not turn anyone down. But, if necessary, let them know that tonight you are owned. Make your way over to Sandra in the kitchen. I am sure she is anxious to have her turn. And do enjoy your drink." He leaned in closer, lowering his voice. "And remember slut tonight you are our fuck toy. And you are loving every minute of it. Now repeat that." Donna squared her shoulders, locking her eyes on his.

With one hand slipping his fingers inside her open blouse, her voice was a whisper but loud enough for him to hear, "I am your slut. I belong to the three of you tonight. I am your fuck toy, your cunt. I am dripping wet. I am loving every minute of it."

Jack could not help noticing his fingers squeezed in on the ring around her nipple making it harder. He smiled at her, "good girl."

"Thank you, Sir," she replied with an innocent smile. "Shall I start my walk now?" Jack nodded his head, "That's it. Go on.' Jack leered. smiling she turned and gazed around the room.

She decided to walk over and say hello to some people who arrived while she was busy fixing her drink. She stood straight with her shoulders back. Her blouse did not cover that much with her posture, however, it did accentuate the fact that it was open and showing her bare flesh from her collarbone past the inside curve of her breast down to just past her navel, where the fabric came together and slipped in the waistband of her skirt.

She walked over to Alex who was talking with a friend. She smiled at him and waited for a pause in the conversation. She let out a slight giggle as she said, "I just wanted to thank Alex for my drink, it's delicious." And she took the long sip again swallowing it and less obviously this time opened her mouth afterwards indicating that it was empty.

Alex smiled back and responded, "You're welcome anytime."

She politely said, "Excuse me." She continued on her way.

Looking around as she walked, she saw Sandra staring at her with a half-smile on her face. Donna walked directly over to stand in front of Sandra. "Yes Ma'am," she said. "I was told you wanted me." She deliberately put it that way.

Sandra smiled all the while, replying. "Oh yes. I want you in a lot of ways. Alex tells me that he and Jack mixed you an incredibly special drink." Sandra purred as she smiled looking at the wine glass in Donna's hand.

Donna replied "Yes Ma'am they did. And it is delicious. Would you like to try some?" She held the glass out.

Shaking her head Sandra laughed, "No. We'll have to find you more to drink when that runs out. In the meantime, I think there's other things we can explore." Sandra leaned in closer, her hands slipping into Donna's open blouse. Her palm cradled the underside of Donna's left breast. Then her fingers found the nipple and its silver ring. They began to squeeze and twist it. Donna tensed. Sandra smiled and in a profoundly serious whisper, uttered commands "Move slow and don't show any reaction." Donna was trying to stay relaxed, but her shoulders and hands were tight, her fist balled up. "You like a little pain," Sandra continued in her whisper. "You like it more than just a little. Don't you girl?"

Donna nodded her head. To that Sandra pulled her nipple harder, increasing the twist, "Answer me girl." "Yes Ma'am, I very much like pain." Donna gasped.

With one last tug, Sandra released Donna's tender nipple, its silver ring slightly bent out of shape leaving increased pressure on the bruised flash. Donna released the breath she was holding, and her fists relaxed. Sandra smiled at her, "Why don't you come help me in the kitchen dear. But first you need to drink a little bit more of your wine. You look like you need it."

"Yes Ma'am," Donna replied softly. She lifted the glass to her lips and took a big swallow. Sandra turned and they both walked through the swinging saloon style doors into the small kitchen.

Once in the kitchen, Sandra led Donna around to behind the breakfast bar island. She abruptly stopped and turned to face Donna. The submissive girl almost ran into her, stopping just short of touching her. Before Donna could move, Sandra slid her hand through the folds of the wrap around skirt, her fingers feeling the slick sticky wetness of Donna's thighs. "So how many times have you climaxed so far?" Sondra asked.

Donna gasped, feeling Sandra's hand sliding up through the witness on her thighs. "Four or five"' she said," I sort of lost count and was distracted." Raising her quarter filled cup of wine and semen.

Without any warning, Sandra just slid three fingers deeply into Donna's dripping gash. "Feels like you're flowing like a river." Sandra sneered and started pumping her fingers hard in and out of Donna's dripping cunt. Surprised by this, Donna reached out to steady herself, putting her glass down on the breakfast bar.

Sandra growled, "Don't you move." Fingers continued plunging in and out of Donna. Shifting her legs slightly, opening them wider, Donna tried to stabilize herself and make things easier for Sandra's attack. Sandra smiled more, "Good little slut. You want that pussy pounded, don't you?"

Donna replied with a breathy, "Yes please."

Sandra leaned in closer and began to almost punch her hand into that hot swollen cunt, her palm grinding against Donna's clit. As her fingers jabbed into that swollen climaxing pussy, Sondra felt the walls tightening around her fingers. "That's a good slut. Cum for me, right now. And you said it makes you hotter knowing that you are being made to play with a woman. You will have to explain that to me later, but right now I just want to hear you beg."

Between heavy breaths Donna looked into Sandra's eyes and softly plead, "Please Mistress harder. Make me come. Pound my pussy harder. Please, please treat me like the slut I am."

Again, Sandra obliged, picking up the pace as another wave washed through Donna. The walls of her pussy tightened about Sandra's fingers. She stopped moving them. Her palm ground mercilessly down on Donna's swollen tender clit. Moans escaped Donna's lips as she quivered from the climax.

Sandra silently looked around to make sure no one came into the kitchen while she was distracted. She slipped her fingers out of Donna's hot seeping cunt. Looked at Donna's half-closed eyes, bringing the fingers to her own lips. Sandra's tongue slipped out and licked the glistening juices off her fingertips. "You're delicious," Sandra said, enjoying the flavors. Donna's mouth, already open from breathing heavily, started to move in response, but before she could Sandra slid her wet fingers deep into Donna's mouth to the back of her throat. "Lick them clean slut" Sandra whispered as Donna reflexively started to suck on the tasty fingers. Her tongue sliding around between them tasting her bone juices and secretly enjoying it. Sandra gently pulled her fingers from Donna sucking lips quietly saying, "This is going to be a fun evening." Donna just quietly nods her head and smiles.

Sandra picked up Donna's glass of wine and swirled it around so that the thicker semen in the dark red wine dispersed. And holds it out to Donna. "You look like you could use some of this."

Donna giggled, took the glass from Sandra's hand, "thank you," she said brightly as she brought the glass to her lips and took a swallow.

Donna took a moment to enjoy the sensation of the taste of the wine and cum mixture, she was floating in that space. The excitement inside her edged her without even touching. The excitement of feeling nasty, like a filthy slut, a cum dump, someone's fuck toy. Well, tonight it is three someone's fuck toy she thought to herself. Shivers ran through her, part of her wishing that all the guests would leave so that things could get serious. Part of her wished this was the kind of place where she could be stripped in front of everybody and be used by any and all any way they want it.

Sandra enjoyed watching Donna daydream. "Come help me take these platters out to the table. Then let us see if I can find a surprise for you." The words brought Donna's ecstasy dreams into focus. Realizing how wet she was, Donna asked quietly, "May I get cleaned up first?"

Sandra smiled, "no I want you just the way you are, besides you're only going to get wetter."

The words sent a shiver down Donna's spine that ended up sending waves through her tight swollen pussy. Even with the perfume she wore, people will start being able to smell the sex. The embarrassment and shame of it just made her that much more excited. Donna turned and picked up a plate full of finger food, smiled at Sandra, "where would you like this?"

For the next several minutes Donna and Sandra shuttled back and forth from the kitchen to the two tables that had snacks in hors d'oeuvres. Bringing out more bottles of wine and opening them. Circulating around the room to see if anyone needed anything. Donna presumed that people could start to tell from some of the glances she got. Her face was flushed, and she could feel the wetness between the thighs grow with every step she took.

Both Alex and Jack took advantage of her walking around. One commenting with a whisper in her ear, "you smell like you are dripping wet. Another turn and bumped into Donna, using his clumsiness to cover grabbing her breast, squeezing it.

Part of Donna hoped no one heard or saw the slut inside herself. She wished that Alex had just ripped her blouse completely open and started to brutally grope and twist her tit. The slut inside her was coming to the surface.

After making sure all the tables were resupplied and the guests were satisfied, Sandra came over and looked at Donna smiling and said, "come follow me." Not saying a word Donna fell in step behind her.

Sandra led Donna back to the master bedroom. Once inside she locked the door behind them. Donna turned to face Sandra as she was finishing securing the door. Sandra quickly turned around one hand pulling Donna's blouse out of her waistband exposing her breast completely, the other hand grabbing a handful of hair and pulling her mouth over to her own. Sandra's mouth attacked Donna's. As Donna was in mid gasp, her lips parted, Sandra pulled and held Donna's head in place as her lips crushed against Donna's, her tongue probing deeply to the other girl's mouth. Sandra's hand squeezed and twisted the tender exposed flesh, finding the nipple ring and pressed it between her thumb and forefinger, bending it more out of shape while pinching the nipple tightly. Donna moaned in Sandra's mouth. Instead of trying to step away Donna's hands moved lightly to Sandra's hips pulling yourself towards Sandra.

Sandra could feel the shift in Donna's body weight and pulled the nipple harder. Donna froze. Sandra pulled her mouth back from Donna's lips just far enough to say in a low growl, "strip slut." Sandra then twisted Donna's hair a little harder.

Donna's mouth opened to moan, but before the sound came out, Sandra's tongue dove back into that wet warm mouth. Donna's hands first went to her waist and untied the skirt, taking it as it unwrapped then tossed it to the side. Her blouse was already unbuttoned and hanging loose now that her skirt was gone. She let it slide off her shoulders onto the floor.

With a sharp tweak, Sandra pulled on Donna's nipple, twisting the nipple ring then letting it slip through her fingers. Her hand quickly moved down to that warm dripping pussy. She sharply slapped the inside of Donna's thighs. Without breaking the kiss that Sandra's fist full of hair had Donna locked into, Donna spread her legs a little wider. Sandra wasted no time, thrust her two middle fingers deep and hard into that dripping cunt. She curled her fingers slightly and with her thumb sliding up along that wet slit to that hard clit, then clamped down on it. Donna tried to squeal but again any sound she made was swallowed by Sandra's hungry mouth. Donna stood there, her hands slightly out to her side not knowing if she should reach for Sandra's hips or put her hands behind her back. So, like a good little slut she waited for orders.

Sandra loosened her grip on that hot dripping flesh and slid her hand out and then plunged three fingers deeply into that dripping cunt. Donna tried to move but could not, their lips still locked together by a handful of her hair being twisted in Sandra's fist That's when Sandra started finger fucking her, not gentle, not tender but hard, rough, and brutal. Donna loved it. Sandra's fingers were plunging into Donna's tight dripping cunt like she was stabbing it with a knife harder and faster, the palm of her hand slapped against Donna's clit. Sandra's lips pulled back from the slut's mouth again ever so slightly. Again, she growled "Cum cunt, cum right now!"

This time her lips did not cover Donna's mouth. Sandra backed away a few more inches. She was enjoying the beautifully confused expression on Donna's face. Trapped between pleasure and pain, her mouth open, eyes slightly closed trying not to roll back in your head, her knees bent ever so slightly. Donna's hands still did not know where to go. They waved alongside her wanting to grab something but not having permission to. Sandra's fingers continued driving hard in and out of Donna's tender brutalized inner walls. "I told you to cum cunt." Sandra pulled her fingers abruptly out of Donna's warm slit. slapped her hard on the clit. As Donna tried to close her legs and go down to the floor, Sandra pulled her up by the hair and drove her fingers back in that sloppy wet slit.

That is all Donna needed, her orgasm exploded, waves rolled over her as she tried to keep her feet, her arms fell to her side. The only thing holding her up was Sandra's hand full of her hair and Sandra's fingers plunging deep into your pussy.

"Good girl," Sandra said, she did not stop but kept plunging her fingers in and out as wave after wave of orgasm rolled over the little slut. Her eyes rolled back into her head. Donna was lost in the ecstasy of the subspace. Sandra smiled to herself, knowing that is what the cunt wanted. Still dragging the next orgasm out of Donna with one cool thrust after another. She slowly let her fingers slide out of Donna's sex her hand made a sucking sound. Donna had flooded, her cum ran over Sandra's fingers and hand, down Donna's legs, and knees to the carpet. Sandra's fingers ran a slime trail up along Donna's belly and breasts, and up her neck. She yanked Donna's head back by her hair until the cunt's mouth was open wide. Sondra shoved three wet fingers all the way to the back of Donna's throat until she started to gag.

Sandra stared into Donna's wide eyes. "Suck them clean girl ", she said. "I am sure this is not the first time you have tasted your own cunt. I will bet you like it. Don't you?" She smiled down at the dumb slut. That mouth had already started to try and suck all the juices from Sandra's hand. Donna's tongue ran alongside her fingers. Donna did your best to lick and suck those fingers, moving her head up and down as if she were sucking a cock clean.

Sandra smiled, "Good girl. And that makes you feel like a filthy dirty slut, doesn't it, cunt. And that humiliation makes you even hotter, doesn't it? Having to admit to me deep down inside you are a lesbian whore. You get off on tasting pussy. Finger yourself, whore. That's right, pump your fingers in and out of that cunt like I was, while you suck my fingers."

Donna was deep in subspace. The moment she tasted her own juices on Sandra's fingers she swooned, riding the edge of an orgasm Sandra's words kept her teetering on the edge. Donna fucked herself as hard as she could, fingers in her mouth gagging her while driving her own fingers into her clenching pussy as hard and as fast as she could.

Sandra relished the site of this beautiful body quivering on her floor raping her own sex with her hand while dutifully sucking her own juices from Sandra's fingers. Donna's mind was reeling, riding one shock wave after another. She could not help herself, as her fingers kept beating her dripping pussy.

Sandra leaned over and put her lips close to Donna's ear. In a breathy voice she whispered, "You love this. Say it"

Donna tried to pull her head away, but Sandra's moist fingers pushed deeper into the slut's throat. "I did not tell you to move. Go ahead, say it with your mouth full like a good whore."

As best as she could with Sandra's fingers in the back of her throat, she mumbled "Yes I love it."

Sandra again whispered into Donna's ear, "you are going to be my slut all weekend. And you are going to eat a lot of pussy. Isn't that right cunt!"

Donna tried to nod her head while in a gagged voice around the finger deep in her throat said, "Yes, I am your slut. "

Sandra laughed more as she straightened up. She pulled her hand out of the little slut's mouth. She firmly slapped her across the face. Then Sandra reached over and began to pull up her own skirt. Donna used her free hand to help. Sandra looked down into Donna's eyes and said, "now it's my turn. Show me how you beg. Beg to lick my pussy."