Oh Donna! Ch. 03

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.

"Will you be my little whore; my little slut that obeys my every command?" I inquired.

"Yes!" Donna cried.

"Will you lick my asshole?"

"Yes!"

"Then you are my little squaw whore." I commended her. "It is your privilege to suck my cock and lick my asshole, whenever I want you to."

"I will!" Donna promised. "My mouth will seal only on your cock, and my tongue will only probe your asshole."

"Good girl." I praised her. "Now, let's finish drinking and have some sex, you nude whore."

Over the next few hours, Donna consumed several of my drinks that accumulated many times her tolerated amount of alcohol. I listened to the radio and glanced at Donna's nude body. I wanted very much to fuck her again, but I had no desire to do this while she was stoned off her ass.

I eventually fell asleep with her tits in my hands, and when I awoke the following morning, I was more than rewarded for my lack of aggressiveness.

"Did you fuck me last night?" Donna inquired.

"No." I replied. "You were wasted."

"You didn't take advantage of me then?"

"No." I responded.

"Final answer?" Donna inquired.

"Final answer." I replied.

Donna began jerking me off, and within a few minutes, I shot a load all over her breasts and stomach.

"I believe you." Donna said quietly, as she wiped the sticky mess up. "From here on out, I am yours. I belong to you now."

"Will you be my whore?" I inquired.

"Yes." Donna replied.

"Will you give me children?"

"Yes."

"Will you take my name?"

"I will. I will be your whore and your wife. From this day forward, I will never wear any clothes again, question you or do anything to displease you."

"Then I will accept you as my squaw, whore and wife." I replied. "By the way, Thanksgiving is only two weeks away. I want a golden bird, mashed potatoes, stuffing, veggies and dessert."

"I can do that." Donna promised.

"Oh yeah?" I questioned. "I want you nude on your back, and all of that served on your belly for my family."

"Everyone in your family can eat off my bare belly." Donna said defiantly. "I don't care if they see me nude. Lump the potatoes and gravy on my titties. Stuffing too. They can lick it all up."

"Good," I replied, "because dessert is going to be a scrumptious cheesecake with chocolate sauce, and I'm going to stuff it all in your cunt."

"I'll be your whore," Donna promised. "When you tell me, I'll push it all out, just like I was having a baby. Everyone can eat their dessert right out of my cunt."

That was the last I needed to hear from Donna, regarding our relationship, sex, nudity, or food. Any milk needed for recipes or cereal, came from her tits. Any precooked food that needed to be warmed, did not pass through the microwave, but was instead pushed into her cunt; then sucked out and consumed several hours later.

A few hours ago, I shoved a hot, hardboiled egg into Donna's cunt. Now, it was ready to eat; cooled off and tasty. She popped the egg out of her cunt for me, and I peeled it in front of her; shelling the egg and revealing the hardboiled contents.

"That came out of my cunt." Donna noted.

"Damn straight it did." I replied.

Without warning, I shoved the shelled egg back into her cunt; pushing it in as far as I could.

"Pop it into my mouth." I instructed. "I want your cunt egg in my mouth."

Donna grunted, as she tried to pass the hardboiled egg through her cunt. Instead, she pissed all over the place.

"That's not what I was expecting." I admonished her.

"I'm sorry!" Donna apologized.

"Don't be." I said soothingly. "You are the best whore I've ever seen. Will you marry me?"

"Yes!" Donna replied.

"Good." I responded. "Now, get your titty pump out. I want to make ice cream for Memorial Day."