Chpt.3 The Adventures of Zahina: A Novel

Chapter 3: The Adventures of Zahina

Russ put the phone down, smiling and nodding his head. Jerry, his partner, had called to

remind him of impending deadlines. The ‘Life in Africa’ docu had just left final-edit and was ready for review. He had stayed home again today with Zahina. It was time to get to work; time to introduce her to the world.

“Is time Mr. Meyer?” Zahina walked into the den, dressed in her maid outfit, her cleaning cloth in her hand. He had asked Zahina at lunch time if she would help him again to release the pressure. She had smiled and nodded emphatically. He couldn’t wait.

“It is. Come on over Zahina.” He stood up and she walked over and knelt in front of him. She looked at his crotch expectantly and then up at him; waiting. “Um, my hand still hurts, could you pull my shorts down?” She looked back at his crotch and then hesitantly hooked her fingers in the waistband and then pulled them down to his ankles.

She jumped in surprise as his cock sprung free when she pulled his shorts down. This was a lot different than yesterday. When it was sticking out of the hole in his pants it didn’t seem this big, but now, wow. Wait; what was that hanging behind it? She realized she was staring and quickly reached up with her right hand and got a good grip on his cock. He was so tall; it was actually above her head when she was knelt down like this.

She grinned; it was growing in her hand again like it did yesterday. When it was stiff, she started moving her hand back and forth, just like she did when she milked the Mbuzi in her village. She laughed out loud, ‘Milking Mr. Meyer’s’ She laughed again when she saw the little sack shaking back and forth under his cock as she milked him. Curious, she reached forward with her free hand and felt the sack. It had two balls in it! He spread his legs apart and she played with it, fascinated, while her other hand beat a rhythm.

Russ had his eyes locked on his million dollar view; Zahina in her maid outfit, her voluptuous cleavage swaying back and forth with the rhythm of her hand as she jacked him off. He groaned when she had taken his balls into her other hand.

“Did you know,” he asked casually, “that I was talking to a Daktari <doctor> in your village and he said that he uses man milk as a medicine? It has a lot of uses.” He had been thinking this approach over all morning. Would she believe it? He knew the Daktarii in the outer villages of Zambia were highly respected. He was also amazed at the fact that they mixed modern medicine with ancient tribal rituals; which is what had given him the idea.

She looked up as he spoke, the surprise plain on her face. Why didn’t she know this? What else had Sister Margret kept from her? She thought of her monthly sickness, with the sore stomach she had had and the medicine the Daktari had given her. It had made her feel better so quickly; now she understood why.

She kept her hands moving while she thought; but why had Sister Margret kept her away from men for so long? If they had a man staying with them at the convent, she could have milked him every day; a full time supply of medicine. It didn’t make any sense, but her attention was drawn back to Mr. Meyer, he was groaning like he did yesterday, just before the explosion.

Then she realized and she started to panic; it was going to shoot out everywhere and be wasted! She squeezed his cock tighter, trying to hold it in as her hand kept moving. “No waste it! Mr. Meyer! What I do?”

She was frantic; she knew it would come soon. Mr. Meyer’s reached down and pulled her head forward, “Hold it in your mouth, quickly!” She held back, inches from his cock. What did he want her to do? She looked up at him and then back at his cock, it was shiny on the end. He wanted her to-

But she was stopped mid-thought as she felt his cock pulse in her clenched hand and a hot stream shot across her face; from her eye, across her nose and mouth, and down her chin. OH NO! She opened her mouth and pulled the tip in quickly, closing her lips around the ridge of the head. She kept milking his cock and it was shooting into her mouth. She squinted at the taste; it was warm and salty and a little gooey. She got worried, her cheeks were filling up and it was still pulsing in her tightened hand.

Finally, he leaned back against his desk, his cock slipping out of her mouth with a pop. He looked down at her, not believing his eyes. She was kneeling in front of him, a long, dripping line of cum across her face, with her cheeks full of more cum. She had an anxious look on her face, like she didn’t know what to do next. He knew what was next, he grinned a bit, “Well, swallow it. It’s only medicine.”

She closed her eyes, a few head bobs and it was gone. She took in a deep breath as she opened her eyes and smiled at him. As she was wiping the cum off her face and licking her fingers, he thought to himself, this is the start of something amazing.