Donna lay there on the floor of the pantry. Her back leaning against the shell. Her legs spread, her skirt bunched up beneath her soaked with saliva, her cum, Sandra's cum, and Alex's cum. Her thighs were wet and sticky and there was a trail of the same mixture of juices dripping down from her chin and across her chest and down her belly. The bottle of olive oil was still lightly gripped in one hand, The top of it still pushed up against the entrance of her swollen dripping cunt.
She reached up and removed the wad of soaked paper towels that Sandra had used to wipe her pussy own clean and then pushed into Donna's open, waiting mouth. The thought of her condition and how she got that way sent shivers through her. While she was exhausted, excitement tingled inside her knowing that there was a whole weekend yet to go. Knowing that Kevin had watched the video of her explaining and demonstrating how she was willingly used. He will spend all weekend planning what he's going to do to her come Monday morning. She realized she had become what she had wanted to be, a free use cock slut.
With Alex, Sandra, and Jack's guidance, she has dropped so deep into her slut subspace, she could hardly think like anything else. She would do almost anything to keep this going, to stay in this space, to drop deeper into this perverted filthy fuck toy she's become.
Her body was also telling her that she needed to pee. She also wanted to freshen up a little. Just enough to be more enticing. To make them want to mess her up even more. She also remembered Alex's words, that she should stay there until they told her otherwise.
She reached up and removed the paper towels from her mouth, wiping her face with them. It got the worst of the slime off her face, smearing it around into her hair. And she wiped her hands off with them. She picked up her phone and sent a text to Alex and Sandra. It read;
May your slut please use the bathroom?
In about a minute she received a reply from Alex. It read:
yes, you can. Put your skirt and blouse back on just the way they are. Grab your shoes and carry them. Don't forget to take that bottle you use as a dick with you along with your glass. Use the master bathroom. The one we used earlier. It's a far walk from the pantry
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Then Sandra's text showed up. She wrote,
don't wash your pussy. Don't rinse your mouth or brush your teeth. You can brush your hair but don't rinse it clean. There should be a short miniskirt in the clothes hamper. You won't mind something that is a little used. Don't forget to find and put your thigh highs back on. There are only about a half a dozen guests left. And only one or two from work. You might make it without too many people realizing what you are. If anyone stops you, don't hide anything. And if they want to use you, let them, and say thank you. Let us know when you're ready to come out of the bathroom.
Donna realized this was something that she'd only done a couple of times previously. The shame, degradation of it almost made her cum just by thinking of it. She was going to have a cum walk. And not down the street for strangers, no it was in this apartment with people she had met, some she may even know. She resisted the urge to plunge the bottle back inside her. She got up straightened her skirt as best she could, found her blouse and put it on, but she only fastened one button at her bust. She picked up her shoes with the straps. She reached down and picked up the slick bottle of olive oil. She stopped and stared at it for a moment. She remembered just a few minutes ago, the feeling of her pushing it in and out of her pussy. The humiliation and excitement of doing it twice. First for Alex while she sucked him off and then for Sandra while she was being videoed for the message to Kevin.
With a deep sigh, Donna tried to straighten up her shoulders and walked over to the pantry door. She listened for a moment, then she quietly, slowly opened the door. She peeked around the door jam and was grateful to find no one in the kitchen. You could hear voices in the other room. The sounds of people finishing conversations and making their goodbyes. Part of her wanted to sprint across the living room and down the hall to the bathroom, but part of her knew that her three new dominants would want her to make a casual stroll. All the more of a chance of her being discovered by someone. To feel the exciting shame inside her that their look would cause. Or better yet, someone make a comment, either as to what a filthy slut she was or wanting to follow her to the bathroom and fuck her as well. Donna truly wasn't sure which of those three options she wanted.
As she started to cross through the living room, she caught sight of Alex first who was smiling at her and then Jack who nodded his head and raised his glass. She could feel herself clenching around the butt plug still firmly planted in her ass. As she entered the hallway and turned toward the bathroom she found Sandra.
Sandra reached out and stopped Donna by grasping her breast through her shirt. "Is our dirty little fuck toy enjoying her stroll?" Sandra asked.
Donna hesitated for a moment and then replied, "Yes Mistress. The shame and vulnerability have me very excited."
Sandra smiled, pinching harder on her nipple. "Good, that's the way we want you to stay. After you find that mini skirt in the hamper and put it on, leave your blouse unbuttoned. Roll it up and tie it just under your tits nice and tight. I think, you left your stockings in the bedroom."
Donna winced slightly as Sandra pinched and twisted her nipple while giving her instructions. "Yes mistress," she replied when Sandra finished.
Just before letting go of Donna's nipple, Sandra leaned in and pressed her lips against Donna's, her tongue slipping into Donna's mouth. It was a deep but quick kiss. Sandra pulled back to see Donna just frozen there. Her eyes closed, her mouth open and the tip of her tongue just sticking out. Sandra giggled, released Donna's nipple, and walked past her to the living room. Donna took a deep breath, nodded her head slightly and walked back to the bathroom. Luckily for her, it was unoccupied. She quickly slipped in and locked the door behind her.
Donna turned from the door and stepped over to the vanity. She placed her shoes and the bottle of olive oil on the smooth cool surface. She braced your hands on either side of the sink and leaned forward looking at her reflection in the mirror. Your hair was a mess and plastered at spots with dried cum. Her lips were swollen and pouty. Her face, especially her cheeks and chin, were coated with a shiny glaze that was rapidly drying. That also applied to her lower neck and upper chest.
She straightened up, unbuttoned her blouse, and pulled it open admiring her reflection. She saw in the mirror a well-used fuck toy. She examined more closely in her reflection all the signs of her abuse. Remembering the feeling of a cock forcing its way down her throat, Sandra's pussy smothering her. Her nipples were swollen and tender, but they were also hard. She knew they were going to be extremely sensitive. Her belly was slick sex juices. She rolled up the tails of her blouse as far as she could until there were about even with the middle of the sides of her breast. She pulled them across underneath her tits, lifting the tender flesh as she tied a nice neat square knot at the fabric. ends She hadn't buttoned any of it, to allow the blouse to gape open, as the rolled-up fabric lifted her mounds.
She slid out of her skirt. Then she looked around for her stockings, realizing that she had left them in the bedroom. She turned around as far as she could to try and see the butt plug in her ass but couldn't quite make it, she reached around and pressed on it slightly reassuring herself that it was well seated in her tight hole.
She turned the hot water faucet on, letting it run to heat up. She found a washcloth and soaked it in the running warm water. She rang it out slightly and then folded it into a compress and pressed it against her pussy. She didn't want to lose the sheen from all the cum, nor the smell of the sex. But she did want the warm water to soothe some of the soreness. She moaned as she pressed the fabric against her tender flesh, cupping it there for a few moments.
As the water in the fabric cooled, she pulled it away and put the cloth on the edge of the sink. She then went over to the hamper to find the skirt Sandra had mentioned. She found two and took the shorter of them. It was an A line skirt that buttoned at the waist with a slit almost all the way up in short length. The skirt could easily be shifted around and the slit positioned just about anywhere. She nodded and smiled as she spun it around so that the slit lined up perfectly to crack her ass. Sure, that if she moved just right people could catch glimpses of the plug firmly seated in her ass. The skirt came just past the top of her thigh. She giggled to herself thinking how much of a slut she looked like.
She needs to find her stockings. That meant walking down the hallway. Time to go be a whore, she thought to herself. She picked up her shoes and her bottle. She took a deep breath, shook her hair, opened the door, and stepped out. Fortunately for her the hallway was empty. She made herself slowly walk to the bedroom. She noticed Alex looking at her from the living room. She turned her head towards him, met his gaze, brought the bottle up and licked its length. She did so like the taste of come. Alex grinned at her.
She continued on down a few quick steps and entered the bedroom where Sandra had used her earlier. She found her stockings on the floor. She sat down on a chair, moaning as her weight pressed the butt plug deeper into her hole. She rolled the thigh highs up her legs. She stood up looking at herself in the full-length mirror on the opposite wall of Sandra's bedroom. The stockings just made it to the hem of the skirt. And if she leaned forward even the slightest anyone could see all the way to her nipples. She looked like a cheap hooker, or amateur night at the strip club. Arousal started to grow. She slipped her shoes on, the slight heel tightening her calves. That's when she realized she left her drink back in the pantry. Time to take another walk, she thought.
With her heart racing, Donna opened the door as calmly as possible. She stepped out into the hallway like being dressed up as a slut carrying a bottle of olive oil was a common everyday occurrence. She walked to the opening leading into the living room. On the far side, her three Doms were talking to what seemed to be the last of the guests heading toward the door. Without looking over she walks through the living room into the kitchen and back to the pantry. She opened up the door and quickly stepped in, closing the door behind her. She leaned her back against the door, giggling with excitement. She was getting used to this role in life. She couldn't help herself, letting her freehand slip underneath the skirt and lightly stroke her pussy. It's been a while since she was this wet for this long. And it's going to be even longer, she thought to herself.
