Donna entered the hallway. She could feel the wetness on her thighs. Her blouse was open and tucked in at the bottom held there by her skirt. She was showing a lot of cleavage though it was more the gap between the inside of her breasts. With no bra to lift and push them together her tits swayed as she moved, nipples rubbing against the soft silky feeling of her blouse. She could feel the pressure and the fullness of the metal plug that had been pushed into her tight rosebud ass. Every step gently moved it and worked it around. She kept her cheeks clinched to make sure that it stayed in place. She was floating deep in subspace. Enjoying being used, being free to show how filthy and nasty a slut, she could be. Just thinking about being forced to drink wine mixed with cum, to eat Sandra's pussy while fingering her own climax over and over, and by being forced to admit she loved it. She wanted more. She didn't care who saw her, who used her. She especially wanted it rough. Being used by someone who was only interested in their own gratification and their own enjoyment. She felt her crotch get wetter and wetter just from thinking about it.
She followed Sandra back into the living room. The guests had thinned out a little but not much. Before they went their separate ways Sandra move up from behind Donna sliding her hand along Donna's ass and pressing on the plug, she whispered into Donna's ear, "I want you to tell both Jack and Alex that you're a cum eating whore and you're preparing your ass to be fucked. For the rest of the evening when you're with anyone of the three of us, you will refer to yourself as cunt, slut, or whore. Is that understood?" She emphasized her statement with a sharp push on the plug.
Donna made a little gasp and replied, "Yes this cunt understands."
Sandra said, "Now run along and enjoy the party. Remember anyone who asks, you won't refuse. Any of the three of us will do whatever we want, understand?"
Donna turned and looked into Sandra's eyes and said, "I'm your cock sucking slut, you're cum drinking cunt, your pussy eating whore. Please use me, abuse me as hard and as long as you want. I won't say no." Sandra felt the shiver of excitement run through her directly to her pussy. Then Donna turned and proceeded to make her way to the bar.
She filled her glass with more red wine and swirled it around trying to dissolve any of the remains of her previous drink into the new liquid. Sandra went in the other direction making her way back to the kitchen stopping to talk to people along the way. There was music playing and Donna made her way over to an open spot and started to sway and dance. She had no partner. She was just moving with the music and enjoying the feeling of the plug moving inside her. She imagined later in the evening someone pulling it out and replacing it with a cock. She especially liked having her ass used. It made her feel so nasty. Her eyes drifted closed as she kept dancing.
She was so in her space she didn't know anyone had come near her. It wasn't until she did a little twirl that she realized that Kevin, a person she knew from work, was next to her. She bumped into him.
She gasped," Oh" and then giggled "I'm sorry I didn't see you there."
Kevin smiled and said, "Yeah, I noticed you were enjoying yourself. I thought I'd come over and join you. I'm sorry I didn't mean to spill your drink." She looked over and noticed a couple of wine drops on her hand. Switching the glass to her other hand she proceeded to stick out her tongue and lick the wine from her hand and fingers. Kevin watched, enjoying the picture presented to him of this woman licking her own fingers and then looking down seeing that her breast was exposed, almost to the nipple. Donna noticed where he was staring. She looked at him. He looked up from her chest to her face and smiled. She said, "enjoying the view?"
He smiled back and without breaking eye contact said, "yes, it's lovely. Too bad I can't see more."
Without their eyes parting from each other she pulled her fingers from her lips and slid them along the edge of her blouse. She pulled it out just enough for him to see all the way to her hard nipple, holding it there for a moment before pushing the fabric in just a little. "Hhmmm"" Kevin said, "very nice. I wonder how that nipple would taste with a little bit of wine dripping from it?"
Donna blushed. "Are you telling me you want to find out?"
He smiled playfully and said, "Yes! Right now, if possible"
Her blush deepened, "Please do it somewhere else other than the middle of the living room." Then she moved close to Kevin looking coyly up into his eyes knowing he could look right down the front of her blouse and softly said, "Find someplace a little more private and I'll feed you, my nipple. And I'll suck your cock or let you fuck my mouth? Whichever you want."
He smiled at her, "You're serious."
She twisted her shoulders a little bit, never losing eye contact. "Yes, Kev I am. Tonight I'm a cock sucking cunt. And if that's what you want right now, take it." She used her biceps and elbows to shrug your shoulders and squeeze your arms in against the sides of her tits which lifted more for his better view.
She knew this was going to affect how they work together. He was going to know she was a slut and looked at her that way at work. Humiliation went through her. She almost gushed standing there as his look became increasingly hungry and lustful.
Kevin reached out and took hold of her elbow, "Come on,." let's get out of here." speaking in a deep voice.
