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.
