Donna: The Unrestrained Whore, Part 3
Donna glided down the narrow hallway that connected the bathroom to the living room. She gently held her wine glass, swirling the contents. Her mind was in a blissful state, separated from her surroundings. All she wanted was to savor the moment without thinking, just going with the flow.
She had planned on staying at the party for an hour before heading to a local club or bar for some anonymous action. But now, she was at the mercy of three people: one who had used her before and two friends in her everyday life. They were calling the shots, making her their plaything, their sex doll. It didn't matter what else was happening at the party; everyone else was mere background noise.
Her body was still buzzing with the sensation of being used by both Alex and Jack. She stood in the doorway of the living room, studying the scene. Her only thought was to experience more degradation and humiliation. The swelling between her legs screamed for more.
Jack's hand on her back brought her back to the present. She felt the warmth and tingles spread through her ass and straight to her pussy. Her orgasm hadn't totally subsided; it had just been toned down slightly. Fighting down a moan, she responded to his whispered words, "It's time to refill your drink." He slid his hand down, lightly tracing the crease of her ass. Obediently, she moved toward the snack table.
She picked up the red wine, filling her glass nearly to the brim before swirling it gingerly. She placed the wine bottle back down and grabbed a bottle of bourbon. "Would you like a refill?" she offered, turning to Jack. He handed her his glass and watched as she filled it, her eyes locked with his. Jack enjoyed his drink, and she took a long sip, savoring the liquid before swallowing. She silently demonstrated that she had, in fact, swallowed his wine and cum by parting her lips, sticking out her tongue slightly, then closing her mouth again. She knew men appreciated seeing a woman swallow. She had just consumed Jack and Alex's cum.
Jack shifted his focus, smiling at the crowd around them. He spotted Alex and Sandra, both watching them with amusement. He returned his gaze to Donna. "I want you to walk around the room and let people appreciate the scent of sex on you." He paused, "And, if necessary, do let them know that you're taken for the night. Make your way to Sandra in the kitchen. I'm sure she's eager for some attention." He leaned in, his voice low, "You're our fuck toy. You're enjoying every moment of it." She looked into his eyes, determined.
She pulled his hand away, her voice low as she repeated his words, "I'm your slut; I'm owned by the three of you tonight. I'm your fuck toy, your cunt. I'm so wet. I'm loving it."
Jack couldn't help but notice how his fingertips pinched her nipple, causing it to poke out. He smirked, "Great job."
"Thank you, sir," she replied, grinning back. "Shall I begin with my tour now?" He nodded, "Perfect." She turned to face the gathering crowd.
She straightened her posture, deliberately lifting her open blouse to reveal her bare breastbone to her navel, where her shirt stopped. She walked over to Alex, who was deep in conversation with a friend. She quipped, "I just wanted to thank Alex for my drink; it's amazing." Then she took another long sip, swallowing before announcing, "It's empty now."
Alex chuckled, "You're welcome anytime."
She smiled politely and moved on to finish her circuit. [Her]
As she strolled along, she spotted Sandrafixated on her with a semblance of a grin. Donna strode right up to stand before Sandra. "Yes, Ma'am," she said. "Someone informed you that you desired me." She chose her words with intention.
Sandra smirked, responding, "Indeed, I do. I yearn for you in multiple ways. Alexenlightened me that he and Jack blended you a remarkably unique drink." Sandra purred while looking at the wine glass Donna held.
Donna retorted, "Yes, Ma'am, they did. And it's exquisite. Would you care for a taste?" She placed the glass in Sandra's hand.
Refusing, Sandra chuckled, "No. We'll find you more to consume when this runs out. In themeantime, I believe there's other areas we can discover." Sandra inched closer, her hands delving into Donna's unbuttoned blouse. Her palm gently cradled the underside of Donna's left breast. Her fingers then explored the nipple with its silver ring. Donna tensed. Sandra whispered, "Proceed slowly and don't emit any response." Donna strained to remain serene, her limbs stiff. "You enjoy experiencing a moderate degree ofpain," Sandra continued seductively. "You enjoy it more than a little, right?"
Donna nodded, her head bobbing up and down. In response, Sandraalmost ripped Donna's nipple, further twisting and bending the silver ring. Donna, holding her breath, managed to loosen her musclestension. Sandra smirked, "Why don't you come aid me in the kitchen,dear. However, you should take a few more sips of your wine first. Youappear to need it."
"Yes, Ma'am," Donna replied obediently. She lifted the glass to her lips and took a big gulp. Sandra and Donnaboth passed through the swinging saloon-style doors into the small kitchen.
Having entered the kitchen, Sandra guided Donna around to the side of the breakfast bar island. Shequit abruptly and faced Donna once more. The submissive halted just short ofcolliding with Sandra, standing spellbound as Sandra's hands delvedintothe folds of her wraparound skirt. "How many times have you reached orgasm?" Sandra asked curiously.
Donna gasped, feeling Sandra's fingers slither through the folds of her wet thighs. "Four or five," she answered," I got a bit sidetracked." Sandra raised her quarter-filled cup of wine and semen.
And without warning, Sandra once moreimpaled her fingers deep into Donna's damp pussy. "You're wetter than a flood." Sandra snarled, commencing to piston her fingers aggressively in and out of Donna's dripping quim. Stunned, Donna sought to regain her footingand make the ordeal a tad less uncomfortable for Sandra. Sandra smirked mischievously, "Noble effort. You yearn for your honeypot to be pounded, don't you?"
Donna responded breathlessly, "Yes, please."
Sandra approached, her palm moving ferociouslyagainst Donna's pulsating clit. As her digits punctured Donna's contractinggasmic sheath, Sandra could feel the walls clamping around her fingers. "Excellentsubmissive. Cum for me, right now. And, as you claimed it heightens your libido, knowing you'rebeing made to pleasure a woman, I'd love for you to beg."
Between gasps, Donna looked into Sandra's eyes and earnestly pleaded, "Please,Mistress, strike me hard. Penetrate my pussy vigorously. Please, please debase me."
Sandra complied, increasing her pounding as another wave of pleasure enveloped Donna. The walls of her pussy tightened around Sandra'sfingers. She stopped her movements. Her palm ground ferociously down on Donna'slaunched clit. As the climactic wave swept through Donna, groans escaped her lips as she quavered from the exquisite release.
Sandra quietly surveyed to ensure nobody entered the kitchen while focused. She withdrew her fingers from Donna's scorching cunt. Admiring Donna's partially shut eyes, Sandra brought the fingers to her own lips. Her tongue slipped out to savor the glistening liquids off her fingertips. "Tasty," Sandra remarked merrily, relishing the flavors. Donna's mouth, already breathless, started to shake, but before she could, Sandra thrust her damp fingers deep into Donna's mouth down her throat. "Clean them off, slut" Sandra murmured as Donna reflexively started to suck on the tantalizing fingers. Her tongue slid around among them relishing her bone juices. Sandra slowly pulled her fingers from Donna's sucking lips and murmured casually, "This will be an entertaining evening." Donna silently nodded and smiled.
Sandra collected Donna's glass of wine and rotated it, dispersing the denser sperm in the red wine. She extended the glass to Donna. "You may want some of this," she murmured.
Donna chuckled, accepted the glass from Sandra's hand, and smiled pleasantly as she brought the glass to her lips for a sip.
Donna held the sensation of taste between the lips. The thrill heightened her being without contact. The sensation of filth, a cum dump, a plaything. Tonight, Donna thought, it will be the three who use me for their own amusement. Chills raced through her. A part of her yearned for guests to leave so things might become more critical. The other half fancied it was a location where she could be undraped in front of them all, sensitive for any to abuse her any way they saw fit.
Donna and Sandra transported salads and hors d'oeuvres to the tables for about several minutes. They offered additional bottles of wine and opened them. They strolled through the room to inquire if anybody needed assistance. Donna deduced that folks could ascertain the wetness between her thighs due to her flushed face and odor.
Both Alex and Jack exploited Donna's rounds as camouflaged opportunity for sexual harassment. One whispered suavely in her ear "You stink like you're drenched in pussy juice." The next time she turned a corner, Jack ran into Donna, compensating for his "accident" by squeezing Donna's tits.
The dirty part of Donna desired to be stripped bare for everyone. She wished Alex had stripped her completely and began depravedly groping and pinching her tits. The whore inside her emerged.
As Donna confirmed everything was in order, Sandra traveled to the bedroom. Once inside, she jammed the door slammed it secured. Donna turned facing Sandra as she finished and said, "follow me." Without uttering a word, Donna fell in step behind Sandra.
Sandra deposited Donna in the master bedroom. Once inside, she locked the door behind them. Donna pivoted to face Sandra as her hands fastened the lock. Sandra quickly unfastened Donna's blouse from her waist, exposing her naked tit. Her palms grasped a fistful of hair, dragging Donna's lips to her own. Sandra's mouth persistently attacked Donna's. As Donna gasped, her lips prised open, Sandra withdrew from her mouth only to mutter sexily, "disrobe, whore." Sandra tightened Donna's hair again.
Donna's mouth opened to moan, but as her lips parted, Sandra regained possession of Donna's lips, intensifying her assault. Her tongue gorged Donna's mouth. Her hands sipped Donna's unconscious nipple, twisting the ring and mercilessly twisting her nipple. Donna moaned in Sandra's mouth. Instead of retreating, Donna's palms maneuvered to Sandra's hips pulling herself closer to Sandra.
Sandra recognized the shift in Donna's weight and tugged harder on her nipple. Donna's frame became motionless. Sandra tore her mouth away from Donna's lips and hissed threateningly, "Strip." Sandra twisted Donna's hair more forcefully.
Donna's mouth opened for an untimely moan, but before it surfaced, Sandra reengaged her mouth, sinking her tongue deep. As Donna was in a gasp, Sandra drew out and said in a low voice, "this will turn out to be an enjoyable evening." Donna assented without a word, a smile on her face.
Sandra then divested Donna of her clothing thickly. Once every article was removed, they stood nearly naked before each other, Sandra donned a wide, wicked grin. "Crawl to me," she ordered. Donna, on her hands and knees, approached Sandra, her rear end jiggling invitingly. Sandra ogled her flawlessly, enjoying the ease with which she could encroach on Donna's self-contained pleasure. She then grasped Donna's nipple piercing and twisted it to her liking.
Sandra gently tugged on Donna's nipple, twisting the ring before releasing it. swiftly, her fingers found their way to the heated, dripping pussy below. Her hand abruptly slapped the inside of Donna's thighs, eliciting no protest as Donna widened her legs. Sandra wasted no time, instantly driving her two middle fingers deep within that wet cunt. She curved her fingers slightly and stroked Donna's clit with her thumb, possessing it firmly between her fingers. Donna struggled to make any noise, but was once again silenced by the relentless suction of Sandra's mouth.
Donna was unsure what to do with her hands, unsure if she should grasp Sandra's hips or hold herself up. So, like a faithful whore, she waited for instructions.
Sandra released her grip on this hot, slick flesh, and plunged three fingers deep inside that aroused pussy. Donna's legs shuddered, wanting to move but unable to break free of Sandra's grasp. Sandra resumed finger-fucking her, not with tender, gentle motions, but with raw, aggressive strokes. Donna relished the feeling.
Sandra didn't hold back, pinching and twisting Donna's clit, yelling, "Cum, whore! Cum now!" Her loud voice instantly broke apart their kiss. Sandra recoiled slightly, reveling in the baffled expression on Donna's face, unsure of what exactly to do next.
Sandra guided Donna's legs apart, ordering her to spread wider. Still gripping her hair, Sandra pushed her fingers deep inside Donna once more, not playing with her body in a gentle manner, but vacuuming her out—almost like she was pumping her dry. "Cum, slut!"
This time, Donna clenched, her orgasm shattered her, shaking her to her core. Her feet trembled as she sought support to hold onto. Her hands floundered, unsure what to do. Unable to think clearly, she waited for the next set of instructions from her ruthless Mistress.
Sandra's hot fingers pulled out, leaving Donna trembling, then reentered, plunging in swiftly into her dripping cunt. "Do you want to cum again?" she asked, without waiting for a response. Another orgasm wracked her body, waves of pleasure coiling around her as she clenched her muscles, ultimately giving in to the flood of cum seeping out of her sex.
"Good slut," Sandra said, not ceasing her pace even once. Donna's body swayed unsteadily. Her self-loathing environment—a puddle of her own juices at her feet—elicited rage. Trapped between pain and pleasure, Donna's hands spasmed. Sandra pulled her fingers from Donna's pussy, then swatted her hard on her clit, dragging another wave of her orgasm out of her distraught body. Donna's legs seemed to want to give in to gravity, but Sandra yanked, hoisting her upright.
Donna was submerged in her orgasm. Wave after wave of ecstasy hit her as her tongue desperately licked her fingers and hand. Her body thrummed, pulsating with waves of pleasure with Sandra dutifully fuelling her with more and more waves of orgasm.
Sandra rose above and stared down into Donna's eyes. "You liked that, didn't you?" she asked in a throaty voice. "Tasting your own cunt, licking my fingers, admitting that you're a filthy dyke? Prove it. Fuck your pussy."
Donna's senses were overwhelmed—the mixture of pleasure and pain, her shuddering body—caused her to lose herself in the moment. She finger fucked herself to the best of her ability while sucking Sandra's fingers. Her body was swimming in ecstasy.
Sandra sat back, impressed by the fervour of her toy. "Lick them clean, slut," she ordered. Donna's mouth hungrily licked every inch of Sandra's fingers, bringing Sandra's hand to her lips for a taste of her own essence.
As the sensation of her fingers' wetness slid up her body, she paused. "You like that, don't you? Tasting yourself, masturbating while you suck my fingers, being transformed into a whore? You're a slut. A whore for me, and nothing more."
Donna's mind blanked, swept away by the intensity of her orgasms and the intoxicating insults. Her hands moaned within her own cunt, possessing herself as forcefully as Sandra had, worshipping her cunt as a living, breathing object.
Donna attempted to free herself from Sandra's grasp, but her damp fingers just slipped further into Donna's throat. "Listen to me, I never told you to move. Go on, say it with your mouth filled like a skilled whore."
Trying her best while Sandra's digit penetrated her throat, she whispered, "I truly love it."
Sandra leaned in to Donna's ear, "You will be my slut for this entire weekend. You will satisfy many women. Isn't that right, you dirty whore?"
Tentatively, Donna managed to nod while verbalizing around Sandra's finger, "Yes, I am your slut."
Laughing, Sandra backed away and smacked Donna across the face. With a swift motion, she raised her own skirt, helping Donna in the process. Our mistress stared into the submissive's eyes and instructed, "Let's witness how you beg to lick my pussy."
A brief pause was taken by Donna as she looked at Sandra. Quickly slapping her again, Sandra demanded, "Keep that finger busy in your cunt! Honestly, I can't stand idly by while you're just sitting there with your fingers still."
With haste, Donna inserted her fingers back into her sex.
Crying out in supplication, Donna begged, "Please, my Mistress, please allow me to lick your pussy." Smiling at the display, Donna leaned in to worship her womanhood.
Covering the vulva with her hand, Sandra snatched the locks of hair on the back of Donna's skull. Controlling Donna's movements, she commanded, "Now quench my thirst, grovel before me with your tongue."
Using her free hand, Sandra squeezed Donna's nipple, alternating between twisting and rubbing the taut flesh. The degraded girl moaned in pleasure, enjoying the pain. Sandra twisted her fingers more harshly on Donna's breast. Freely voicing her approval, "Oh, this is so good. The pain and degradation amplifies my arousal," Donna moaned in sync with each motion.
Acknowledging that Sandra was about to climax, Sandra grimaced and growled, "Do you want to cum with me?"
Trying to nod, Donna intensified her licking motion. Her fingers worked her nether region steadily. She couldn't stop herself. The command resonated with Donna, inciting excitement and degrading her even more. Her orgasm overwhelmed her. Being taken to that peak and unable to not cum, Donna found herself emitting choice sounds of pleasure while Sandra's pussy flooded her mouth.
Sandra let go of Donna's hair and dismounted the object of her pleasure. Lying inaudibly on the bed, her body convulsed as her rhythmic tremors ceased. Finally turning to face Donna, the tension dissolved from her face. Donna, now drenched in Sandra's secretions and her own saliva, shook and gasped.
Slapping Donna once more, Sandra commanded her to halt. Pushing herself up on the bed, Donna complied. Patiently, Sandra spread Donna's legs apart, positioning her further open. Sandra forcefully entered Donna's virgin orifice. Mirroring her previous act, she pushed Donna's legs up and apart, causing her to groan from pain.
Suddenly ceasing, Sandra held Donna's head motionless. "I don't want you to climax yet; I want your pussy constantly lubricated," she whispered in her ear.
Without warning, Sandra inserted her fingers into Donna's sex, pumping them in and out vigorously for around 30 seconds. Raising her voice to encompass the intimate space, "You're not done, and neither am I," she said with a wicked grin.
Together in the lavish bathroom, they utilized soft washcloths to clean themselves up. Rinsing the cloths in warm water, they subsequently used one to clean the woman before them. As they finished, Sandra abruptly reached for Donna's hand and led her to the trough again.
In an unforeseen action, she shoved her fingers into Donna's sex. "I still want you wet. I still long for your scent filled with drenched lust and someone's insatiable need for sexual contact," she proclaimed, removing her fingers. "We need a woman who craves, hungry for the pleasures of others."
She turned Donna around, bending her over the vanity, and smacking her ass while saying, "Stay still, keep your head down." Donna had it propped up on one arm while the other hand held onto the edge of the vanity. Sandra stepped away for a moment and returned.
"Spread your ass, dirty girl." Sandra instructed. Donna changed positions and reached back with both hands to widen her ass cheeks as much as possible. The next thing she felt was a cold, slippery substance that resembled bottle semen. Sandra drizzled some lubricant onto Donna's crack and into her dripping pussy.
Then she reached around and presented the tip of a small metal butt plug to Donna's mouth. "Make it wet, baby, so it can slide in easily." Sandra cooed seductively. Donna tried to gather as much spit as she could, her tongue rolling around. Sandra drew it out, leaving trails of saliva connecting the plug to Donna's mouth and then down her chin.
Sandra declared, "Good job! You're a filthy slut. And now beg me to insert this in your ass. Tell me how much you crave having things stuffed in your ass. You want to carry it all night at the party, locking down those muscles. Don't let it drop out. Don't let others discover your love for having your ass filled. That should get you ready for the rest of the weekend."
"Please ma'am, please, I'm a dirty girl," Donna begged. "Fill my ass with that butt plug, stick it in, deeply and firmly. Please stuff me full. Make me walk around, maintaining it in my ass. Make it difficult for me to hide that I desire to have everything in me." Donna pleaded. That's when Sandra shoved the plug as far inside her ass as she could.
Donna let out a deep grumbling sound and fought against screaming. She said, "Thank you, mistress, thank you for shoving it up into my ass."
Sandra stepped back and admired the decoration covering Donna's tight ass. She traced her fingers around Donna's vulnerable flesh while delivering a few pinches. "You're such a good girl. This is going to be fun," Sandra chortled.
Sandra led Donna back to her feet and spun her around, caressing the back of her neck with one hand and her bosom with the other, then giving her a long, deep kiss. Donna returned the kiss, teeth clashing while touching Sandra's curvaceous hips.
As Sandra stopped the kiss, she giggled, "You should probably rejoin the party. And actually, I'd like to observe you walk around with that plug in your ass."
Donna responded, "I'll do my best."
Sandra smiled back, "If the plug falls out, you'll have to put it back in yourself, there." Donna's eyes widened when she considered the possibility of everyone noticing if the plug slipped out and Donna had to insert it back into her ass as she stood there. She imagined them staring while she picked up the plug, lifted her skirt, and pushed it deep into her own ass. That would sure show everyone that Donna was a filthy slut. Both ladies got dressed, and just before they exited, Sandra subtly pushed the plug through Donna's clothing. Donna groaned. Then Sandra opened the door and they rejoined the gathering in the living room.
Donna smiled to herself, anticipating this being the beginning of more than just a naughty weekend.