Donna and I relaxed by the fire, as it crackled in the shallow stove. I placed my arm around her shoulder, and she responded by kissing me lightly on the neck.
"It's too bad your balls are drained." she lamented. "I'd really like to taste your cum again."
"We have all day tomorrow." I replied. "But we have the rest of our lives, if you were really serious."
"I was." Donna responded. "I want to move up here, somehow. I don't care if we only net a dollar a year. If we can live here without any clothes, and we can be happy, then this is what I want."
"Fuck," I said, "let's drink."
Donna smiled.
"You know my weaknesses."
"Not until now." I admitted. "But now that I do, you'd better be ready for anything, Squaw Whore."
"Oh yeah?" Donna challenged me, as she chugged a mixed drink. "Then shove your foot up my wet and slippery cunt."
Before I replied, I did two things. First, I took a drink myself. Then, I squirted a huge blob of hair conditioner on my foot.
"Spread your legs, Bitch." I snarled.
Donna reclined on her elbows and spread her legs. I responded by shoving my lubricated foot into her gaping cunt. I pushed my foot in, until I felt her vagina give way to the openness of her womb. Once I had bypassed her cervix, I tipped my foot backward. My toes dragged along her uterus on one side, while my heel pushed along the other.
"Fuck, that feels good!" Donna screamed.
"I can do this to you every night." I promised. "Let me fuck you. Let me shove huge objects up your cunt. Suck my cock. Let me treat you like the perverted princess you are."
"I'm yours." Donna promised. "Stuff my cunt; stuff my mouth. Let me run around nude."
"We have an understanding then?" I inquired.
"We do. I am your fuck toy. I am your slave. I am your genie and you are my master. You own me."
"Good." I replied, as I slid my foot up and down. "Who's fucking you?"
"You are, Master!"
"Do you like your cunt filled with my foot?"
"Yes!"
"How about feeling it filling your womb?"
"It feels like a baby." Donna screamed. "It feels like a baby fucking my fucking cunt! Oh, Jesus Christ, please just shove anything you want into my cunt! Fuck me! Fuck me with anything that you can stuff in my cunt!"
I shook my head.
"Naughty squaw." I muttered.
"No!" Donna screamed. "I'm not naughty! I'm not a squaw! I'm your fucking whore!"
"What?" I inquired incredulously. "What did you say?"
"I'm your whore!" Donna screamed. "I'm your dirty, fucking whore."
"You'd better make up your mind, Squaw." I advised. "You need to decide exactly what you are."
"I'm your squaw and I'm your whore!" Donna cried. "Oh please, let me be your squaw whore. I'll lick your asshole. I'll lick it while I jerk you off."
"I'd rather you licked it while another chick sucked me off." I responded.
"I will!" Donna promised. "I'll find you another babe to suck and fuck you too. Just please, please, let me be your main lips and cunt. Please."
"The second you took off your top, you had a place in my heart." I explained. "But now, I see what I mean to you, and what my property means to you."
"Please," Donna begged, "let me be your main whore. Please give me the rights to your dick. I will worship it, I promise."
"I want to tar and feather you then." I burst out.
"No." Donna replied. "But you can roll me in clay. That's close enough."
"Like a pig." I responded. "Like a dirty, filthy pig. You'll wallow in mud, you dirty little whore."
"Yes!" Donna hollered. "I'll be your dirty little pig!"
"Okay." I agreed. "You'll be my little whore. My dirty little pig."
"Yes." Donna agreed. "Your dirty little pig."
I nodded, as I contemplated the definition of what a dirty little pig might be. I didn't want to push it too far, as this was by far, the horniest female I had ever had in my possession, yet, I wanted to piss on this bitch and have her roll around in the resulting mud.
