Chapter
Four: The Adventures of Zahina
The
next morning as Russ got ready for work, he watched Zahina move around the
house cleaning in her little black maid costume. He wasn’t happy about having
to go into the office today. He thought about the day that lay before him; it
would be full of meetings and reviewing the documentary. As he finished his
coffee while he checked his morning emails it occurred to him that he could
conference call the meetings and they could upload the documentary for review
via cloud storage. He smiled; today he would be working from home. He finished
his coffee and picked up the phone to call his secretary and make plans for the
day.
His
morning went slowly, discussions over marketing and contracts filling his time.
Finally, just before lunch, Zahina came into his office and asked if he was
going to eat lunch. His gaze locked on her deep cleavage and he thought, I
would love to eat lunch. He just smiled and said yes, he would be out shortly.
She said she was done her chores and was going to change.
He
had taken her shopping last night and she was eager to try on her American
clothes. Zahina entered the kitchen as William set the table for lunch. Russ
was talking on his cell and stuttered as she entered, noticing what she was
wearing.
She
had on a short pink skirt and a tight, light blue yoga top with a deep scoop
neckline. While she looked hot with her nipples poking out, he would have to
explain to her that braless was okay, but once and a while she would need to
wear one of the bra’s he had bought her. He silently wondered if she was
wearing panties this afternoon.
She
sat at the table, across from Russ as he finished his phone call. “Zahina, you
look very nice.” She smiled, looking down at her outfit. “Here,” he picked his
cell phone up “Let me get a picture of you; stand up.” She stood up and stepped
away from the table. “Twirl Zahina!” She laughed and spun on one foot, her
skirt floating up, revealing even more leg. Russ wondered at her soft chocolate
skin; eager for a taste test. As she sat down, he sent the picture to the
fellow he had been talking to earlier. Hopefully he would be interested in
working a deal.
They
had lunch and as they were finishing Russ asked her if she was still interested
in modelling and becoming a movie star. “Well, I can certainly help you become
a famous movie star, but we need to start at the beginning.” She tried to
follow what he was saying, but her English still needed work.
“Start
beginning. Yes. Okay. What I do?” She was eager to get started. Everything
about America excited her. Mr. Meyer’s had taken her shopping last night to get
new clothes since all she had was the long skirt and shirt she had brought with
her from home. Everybody was so nice in America, especially the men. In every
store, the men stopped to talk with her. They all had such nice big smiles and
most of them wanted to hug; they were very friendly in America. Once again she
was made to wonder at Sister Margret and her insistence that Zahina not go near
any men. They were so nice.
He
explained that she would need a portfolio. “Let’s go into the living room.” He
led her through some great poses, her mini-skirt showing lots of leg. He got in
close for some frontal shots with her nipples sticking out. The guys were going
to love these ones. He had her raise her hands up, her breasts being stretched,
her back arching as she reached high. He switched on the video and asked her to
jump up and try to touch the ceiling. She was laughing as she jumped, her huge
tits bouncing up and down. He brought the camera down low getting some great
footage of her skirt floating up and around. He noticed she did have a black
thong on, which looked just amazing; her round bubble ass shaking as she
jumped. She finally fell tired, laughing in a heap on the floor.
“Zahina,
why don’t you try on your yellow bathing suit I got you?” Her smile slowly
turned serious. He asked again, “You should put on your bathing suit for some
pictures for your portfolio.” He couldn’t wait to see her in the yellow bikini
he had picked out for her. He was sure it was one size too small, which was
exactly what he was going for. She had protested in the store after seeing the
poster next to the bikini rack with the scantily clad bikini models, but he had
insisted.
She
hesitated; she didn’t like that bathing suit. It was very revealing and she
didn’t think it was proper, a woman showing that much of her body. She had
gotten used to the little skirts and the shirts, but that was too much. She
shook her head, “Mr. Meyers, good girls no show like that. Too much body.” She
blushed as she spoke.
“What?
No, not at all.” He got his laptop from his office and set it on the coffee
table. He pulled up one of his special videos that featured two busty blondes
dancing on the beach. They were both wearing skimpy bikini’s and their huge
boobs were bouncing all around. “Look at these famous movie stars. See what
they’re wearing.” Zahina watched in shock. Their breasts were bouncing all over
and were almost falling out and she could see their bums. She was shaking her
head.
Russ
pulled up a busty website and showed her photo sets of busty models in bikinis
and lingerie. There were more, all these ladies with barely any clothing,
“These movie stars? These ladies famous?” He nodded as went to a video of more
women walking down a beach with small bathing suits on; she couldn’t believe
it. Is this how American ladies dressed? Was it acceptable in America? He
showed her picture sets and videos of different girls scantily clad. Zahina
started to smile, they all looked so happy. She wanted to be that happy. She
heard Sister Margret’s voice again: Things may seem
strange to you, but if you want to be a famous movie star, you need to listen
to Mr. Meyer’s. She told him she would be right back and then she was up and
gone to her rooms.
She came back a few minutes later, slowly entering the
room. She had been excited about wearing a bathing suit like the famous movie
stars on his computer, but now, dressed like this, she wasn’t so sure. She held
her arms across her chest, trying to hide her breasts and the skinny string
back on the bottoms was pulled up her bum crack making her cheeks stick out.
This suit was very small and didn’t cover much. She moved to the middle of the
floor and stood there, her arms still up.
“Okay. That looks good.” He started taking pictures, this
was so embarassing, she felt like turning and running back to her rooms. He was
behind her now, taking pictures of her bum, he shouldn’t be doing that. “Look
over your shoulder at me Zahina.” She started at his voice, but looked over her
shoulder. He stopped and stared at her. “Zahina, you’re beautiful. You look
just like a famous movie star.” He brought his camera up and continued taking
pictures. She was awe-struck. He had called her beautiful; she looked like a
movie star. She slowly lowered her hands, clasped them together in front and
smiled for the camera.
That did it. Russ smiled as she posed with her hands
clasped for the camera. Her huge breasts were pushed together and framed by her
arms so he got a couple good shots. The
He had her lay down and stretch out again. The sight of
the little yellow triangle bottoms, framed by a light brushing of dark hair was
hypnotic. He straddled over top of her and took photos from above, her large
mammaries spread out, spilling to each side. Damn she looked good, his cock was
raging, aching for release.
He had an idea he had thought about all last night as he
got ready for bed. He figured he had it well thought out. All he could do was
try. “I was wondering Zahina if you would like to star in a short movie?”
Zahina sat up quickly, “In movie? Me? Oh yes!” This was
what she was waiting for, what she had been hoping for; a movie star! She was
so happy, her boobs jiggled as her whole body shook with the excitement.
Mr. Meyer’s sat down and pulled his laptop around and clicked
some buttons. A movie started up and she couldn’t understand what she was
watching. There was a woman and she was pumping a man’s cock. Her hand was
moving really fast. She looked up at Mr. Meyer’s “He has pressure?” The man
started to groan in the movie and she turned back to see his man-milk shoot out
of his cock. The woman had her mouth open to catch it, but it was going all
over her face. Zahina knew better, she should put her mouth over the cock to
catch it all; this woman was wasting it. Zahina’s eyes got big, she just
realized, the woman had no top on! She could see her breasts!
As the movie stopped Mr. Meyer’s explained, “Yes, he did.
These are instructional movies.” He started another clip with a black lady
pumping a guy while they were laying on a beach; this woman didn’t have any top
on either. They did things very different in America. There were tribes back
home where the women were topless, but that was different, they were what
Sister Margret called: ‘back-country, simple people and had not heard the Word
of God’. At her confused look, he said “Instructional movies; to show people
how to relieve the pressure.”
She smiled her understanding; that made sense, this was
how people learned. The idea of having no top on at all still worried her
though; this tiny bikini top was scandal enough, what would Sister Margret say
to nudity? She snapped out of her inner thoughts, Mr. Meyer’s had just asked
her a question.
He asked again, “So, what do you think? Do you want to
shoot an instructional movie to teach people how to relieve the pressure?” She
hesitated as he added, “It’s your first step to movie stardom!” That did it, Sister
Margret’s voice was pushed to the back as she nodded and clapped; a real movie
star!
He grinned, this was going perfect. He quickly set up the
camera and then pulled his shorts and boxers off and standing in front of the
camera he motioned for her to come over. Her watched her stand up, her great
boobs rolling around as she got up; pure heaven. “Okay, kneel down in front of
me and what I want you to do is to relieve the pressure like you did yesterday,
but explain to me what you’re doing; remember, you’re teaching people how to do
this.”
He watched as she knelt down, her face now cock high. She
reached up, “You hold cock like this. And relieve pressure like this.” She had
grasped his semi-erect cock and was pumping it; her free hand rubbing his balls.
She looked really good, her intense look, her soft hand jacking his hardening
cock against a backdrop of her jiggling cleavage. “Do this until man-milk come
out.” Oh gawd, this was so hot, she actually thought she was teaching people
how to give hand-jobs.
This was starting to feel real good; time for the next
phase. “Somethings not right Zahina.” She looked up, her hand slowing. “You
should take your top off. Movie stars usually don’t wear tops.” He could see
the worry in her face; did the videos convince her and would she take this next
step? He heard her barely breathe the words ‘movie star’ as her face visibly
relaxed and she pulled the bikini top off and set it aside. She quickly got
hold of his cock and balls and started jacking again.
He couldn’t take his eyes of her delicious nipples. They
were the sweetest shade of chocolate and he was sure, tasted just as good.
Jacking his cock was making her breasts shake back and forth which had made her
nipples hard. Now that he could see them, he wanted to touch them.
Her whole body was trembling, her senses going wild; she
didn’t have a shirt or top or anything on. He could see her nipples; she could
feel his eyes on them. She was trying to not think about it; she knew they were
hard from her excitement, even her coochie was tingling. When he had asked her,
she had froze, but before she could talk herself out of it, she took it off and
just threw it aside. She grinned, feeling naughty, Sister Margret would not
approve.
“Zahina, I have an idea. Can we try something.” She
stopped, what did he want to try? He had stepped over to a side cabinet and
came back with a small bottle. “Here, taste this,” he squirted a bit of thick
clear liquid onto his finger and stuck it into her mouth. She licked it off and
smiled. It was sweet and fruity! “You like that? Well, it’s slippery too, I was
wanted to try putting my cock between your breasts. I thought it might be a
different way to release the pressure.”
What did he want to do? She was confused again, how would
that release the pressure? She didn’t move as he squirted a small blob of the
sweet liquid between her breasts and it slowly ran down between them. Intrigued,
she watched as he spread his legs, lowering his body and leaning forward, he
ran the head of his cock through the blob. He moved it in circles a bit and
then pushed it down between her breasts, leaving a long slick trail of the
liquid. She looked up at him, how was this going to help?
“Okay Zahina, now with both hands, pick up your breasts
and push them together.” She giggled, that sounded strange, but she did it
anyway. With her little hands it wasn’t easy, but she got them together
finally. Mr. Meyer’s leaned forward again and with his cock low, pushed it
between her breasts, the flavoured oil allowing it to slide in easily. The
surprise was plain on Zahina’s face and then she laughed as the head peeked out
at the top, the pale white of his cock in contrast to her sweet brown tits.
Holding her shoulders, he slowly drew it back out and
then slowly pushed it back in; his eyes closing in ecstacy, it felt even better
than he imagined. He could hear her giggling as he sped up, his hips moving
steadily faster and faster. He looked down, watching his cock peek out between
her tits with each pump forward. This was feeling too good, the urgency in his
balls growing as he tittyfucked her great boobs.
She was laughing, his cock looked like a chura poking it’s
head out of a hole. The whole experience was wonderful, it actually felt nice
having his cock squeezing in and out of her breasts. Suddenly, his grip on her
shoulders tightened, she knew what was happening. She wasn’t a waster like the
lady in the movie, she let go of her boobs and cupping his balls and
He finally collapsed back on the couch. Zahina just knelt
there, licking her fingers. Mr. Meyer’s smiled and then reached over and shut
off the camera. She just remembered they were making a movie and she was the
star! “How I do Mr. Meyer’s? I good movie star?”
He smiled at her and told her she was great. She had the
makings of a real American movie star. She decided she liked being a movie
star, it was actually quite easy. He spoke up again, “Did you know Zahina that
women need to release pressure too?”
She stopped and looked at him; did he say women too? He
nodded, “That’s right, my doctor told me that women need to release the
pressure just as often as men.” What did he mean? Release pressure, like the
men? He shook his head, “Don’t worry, I’ll show you tomorrow.”
He picked up he camera and headed for his office. There
were some men who were waiting to see video of his latest find!
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