Chpt.4 The Adventures of Zahina: A Novel • M+F;Innocent;Naive;SuperBusty

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

more he talked to her the more she relaxed. He had her standing on her toes, stretching up to the ceiling. The sight of her erect nipples under the tiny triangles of yellow material making his cock hard. He got her down on her hands and knees, her huge tits hanging down swaying as her head moved, following him around the room as she snapped off shot after shot.

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

grabbing his shaft, she took his cock into her mouth just as it exploded. It tasted fruity so she started working her tongue around the head to get all the sweetness. Her mouth filled up quickly so she swallowed, but kept pumping her hand, not wanting to miss any of the goodness.

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!

2 Wyatt and Bonnie: Counselling • M+F-Busty-Drunk-Naive

Wyatt and Bonnie: Counselling

Bonnie finished peeling the potatoes, rinsed them and put them on the stove to boil. She

opened the oven to check the roast. She went through the motions of making supper, but she found herself more often thinking about the trip to New York. They had been home for a month now and she was still trying to put the pieces together.

Everything was clear up until they had entered he club, Drak-something, but her memories were fuzzy until she woke up in their hotel room the next morning. She had the worst headache; in fact her entire body had been hurting. She just felt totally exhausted and sore; her girl parts in particular. She had asked Wyatt what had happened and he had been a little nervous when he answered.

He was a little vague when he explained that they had danced most of the night and that she had done a lot of drinking. He said they had gotten back to the hotel real late, had sex and then she had crashed. That didn’t make sense though, if she was so drunk and tired, why did she stop for a shower? Bonnie had been trying to figure it out since they got home, but something didn’t seem quite right.

To make things worse, Wyatt had been touchy and grouchy and depressed. Bonnie had tried talking to him, but he wouldn’t talk to her. The first week they had been home, he had wanted sex every night and he always wanted to do naughty things. She had refused; he knew his wife did not cater to anything naughty! He had been upset and now things were awful between them. She didn’t know what she was going to do; maybe she should call her Pastor.

Chapter Two

Wyatt was almost done chores for the day. Like Bonnie though, he was distracted as well. All he could think about was the New York trip. It had been the greatest. Sex with the three ladies had been the best he had ever had. All he could picture was one of them swallowing his load and smiling.

He still wasn’t exactly sure where Bonnie had gone all night; although he had his suspcions. He had gotten back to the bar for a drink; watched a great sex show and then drank until John, his host, came and told him they were closing. He had panicked a bit, asking about Bonnie, but John told him she was already waiting in the taxi for him. During the ride back to the hotel, Bonnie had been next to passed out from drinking so much. He had to help her into the hotel room and help her get ready for bed. That’s when he saw the dragon tattoo on her hip and began to wonder.

A quick search online and he found the Drakule Club website. He had searched the new videos section and found a new entry titled ‘Country Girl Does the Chores’. He watched as the busty star had been screwed every which way by a large group of guys; he had almost stopped breathing when he saw the dragon tattoo on the ladies hip.

After a frantic telephone conversation with John, he hung up feeling a little better. John was right of course, Bonnie hadn’t been hurt and he, Wyatt had spent a great hour with three gorgeous ladies. The great part was though; John was sending money to Wyatt’s credit card. Apparently sales of Bonnie’s video were going great. Wyatt had checked his credit card balance and there had been a thousand dollars deposited and he was now running a credit of over five hundred dollars!

Still Wyatt was not happy. Bonnie had done all that stuff on the video and when he asked for a blowjob, she flat out refuses.  Hoping John might be able to help him out, he called the Drakule Club. John had listened attentively and then suggested counselling; not what Wyatt was hoping for. John explained further that he would send a crew out with a counsellor to help them. Best of all, it would be free of charge. As an additional favour, John said he would send out Deidre, to have a visit with Wyatt. Well sir, that was good enough for him!

Chapter Three

“Wyatt, I don’t think this is a good idea.” He had talked her into going to counselling. She had been adamant that she wasn’t going to see any ‘university shrink’, but her mother had talked her into it. She said, “Bonnie Jean, if you wants to save yer marriage, you’d best go and see what they got to say.

“Now Bonnie honey, everything will be just fine. You always worry so much.” Wyatt was excited; he had taken Bonnie out for supper and they had even shared a bottle of wine. She seemed a little tipsy, he hoped it might make her a little more receptive.

They pulled into the parking lot of the fancy hotel and went inside. They were directed to a conference room at the back of the building. They entered the large room and a lady in a fancy business suit came over and introduced herself. “Wyatt? Bonnie? I’m Dr. Vulvay.”

Wyatt was speechless; she was gorgeous; like out of a movie. She had a dark blue, tight skirt on, a tight white blouse and short business jacket on over top; but the jacket did nothing to hide her huge boobs. She had her black hair pulled back in a bun and dark rimmed glasses framed her pretty eyes; her high heels tightened her calves for the finishing touch.

Dr. Vulvay led them over to a table and chairs in the middle of the room and introduced them to Geoff, her assistant; a tall man with a thick red beard. The room was sparsely decorated except for the table and chairs. There was a small table with some bottles and glasses and a door on the opposite wall and a large mirror; it had to be four feet by six feet long.

She got them a drink and began to talk to them about the benefits of counselling and why it was so important. Bonnie took a sip of her drink and it struck her as familiar, she couldn’t place the taste, but she was sure she had had this drink before. She took another drink finding it yummy. Wyatt recognized it instantly, it was a DruKul Draught. The very same drink they had served at the Drakule Club and it was delicious, just like he remembered it.

Dr. Vulvay talked and talked while Geoff kept their glasses filled. It wasn’t long before Bonnie was having trouble focusing. Strangely though, Wyatt actually felt more sober than when he had arrived. Could his DraKule Draught be non-alcoholic? It was obvious that Bonnie’s wasn’t. He smiled, seeing her drunken grin and watching her eyes trying to focus while Dr. Vulvay spoke.

Dr. Vulvay looked directly at Bonnie, “Now Bonnie, I understand you are somewhat conservative in the bedroom.”

Bonnie’s grin droped just a bit “Con-conservatif? What does the bedroom have to do with it?”

“Well, sometimes the wife in a relationship is shy or reserved,” she explained. “It’s quite common, unfortunately, that shyness is perceived as conservative or even non-interest; which typically leads to marriage breakdown.”

Now she had Bonnie’s attention. Bonnie’s eyes welled with tears “..but, I-I don’t want to l-lose my marriage.”

Dr. Vulvay spoke up quickly, “Of course you don’t. That’s why I’m here to help.” Geoff filled up Bonnie’s glass again while the doctor spoke. Bonnie took a quick, large gulp from the glass. “Part of the challenge Bonnie is breaking down the inhibitions that are causing the shyness. Are you willing to participate in some exercises that will help?”

Bonnie leaned forward and nodded, eager to fix her problem. Dr. Vulvay stood up and came around the table to stand next to her. “Here, stand up, that’s it; Geoff, the table.” With that, she backed Bonnie away from the table and Geoff stepped right up, picked up the table and moved it over against the wall. Wyatt didn’t know what to do, so he moved the chairs back.

He turned to find Geoff as the lights dimmed until a single light glowed directly above them. Dr. Vulvay took her necklace off, a small crystal pendant at the end twinkled as it moved from the light of the lone light.

“Okay, Bonnie. What I’m about to do is called Suggestion. It is a psychological process. It is not hypnotism,” Bonnie physically stiffened at the word, but the doctor was emphatic “It is not hypnotism! It is merely me talking to you, making suggestions. You can trust me.” Bonnie seemed to visibly relax.

She held the crystal up in front of Bonnie, twisting the fine silver chain, making the crystal spin, the multi-faceted reflections from the single light dance. She looked at the doctor and then back at the crystal as the doctor began to speak, softly, slowly.

“Bonnie…just watch the crystal. See the tiny points of light, watch them flicker and move.” In her inebriated state, she fell quickly into a light trance, caught up by the dancing lights. “They’re very pretty lights. Pretty like you. Bonnie, you are very pretty. You realize now how pretty you are. You realize now, how you have been denying it for so long. You are ready to enjoy life as a wife, a partner to your husband. You’re ready to explore your own sexuality. You’re ready to try new things; to enjoy life to the fullest. It’s your turn.

Bonnie’s eyes never left the spinning crystal as the doctor spoke; her head nodding with each statement. After a few minutes of quiet talk, the doctor finally set the crystal aside. Bonnie’s head fell forward and she slumped a bit, Wyatt catching her and holding her close. Then she stood up, shaking her head a bit and looked around at the doctor and Wyatt.

The doctor motioned to Geoff, who stepped forward and handed her a small bag. “Okay Bonnie, I want you to pop into the bathroom and put this on. Then come back out and re-join us.” She handed Bonnie the bag and Geoff led her to a side door and a little bathroom.

Wyatt sat in one of the chairs and waited. This psychological stuff sure was weird. Geoff set up a small table; it looked like a massage table, about waist height with a padded top. All their heads turned as the bathroom door opened.

Bonnie came walking out and did her tipsy walk over to the doctor. She never noticed Wyatt sitting there, his eye’s registering his shock. Bonnie had on a yellow string bikini. The only time he had seen her with such little clothing on had been on their wedding night. To this day, she still wore some clothing even when they had sex. Bonnie’s full breasts swayed back and forth as she walked; her nipples barely contained under the little yellow triangles of the bikini. His cock responded to the sight of her full hips framed by the yellow strings and the tiny yellow triangle that made up the bikini bottom. He could imagine the string up the crack of her bum.

Wyatt looked back to the doctor, what did she have planned?

Chapter Four

“Okay Bonnie, how do you feel?”

Bonnie looked over at Wyatt then crossed her arms over her chest, “I don’t know. I know I shouldn’t be doing this; wearing clothes like this. But…but, at the same time, it feels…feels kinda good.”

The doctor smiled and motioned to Geoff. He stepped up with a camera and snapped off a few pictures. Bonnie piped right up “What’s he doing? Is he taking pictures of me? Stop, please!”

“Bonnie, you have nothing to be worried about.” Geoff was still taking pictures as Bonnie tried unsuccessfully to cover her parts. “You should be proud of your body.” She looked to Wyatt who was sitting wide-eyed watching the show. “Wyatt come here please.” Wyatt jumped up and stood next to Bonnie, stealing glances at his wife’s hard nipples.

The doctor directed him “Do you like Bonnie’s tits Wyatt?” Wyatt looked at the doctor, what did she just ask him? “Wyatt, why don’t you feel her boob.”

Bonnie looked at Wyatt quickly, as his hand moved, her own arms came up quickly “Umm...I don’t think…” She looked at the doctor and stole a glance at Geoff, “It’s just..not in front of you guys…I don’t think.” She looked down, upset.

The doctor soothed her “Shhhhh, it’s okay. The problem is you feel like everybody is looking at you.” Bonnie nodded as she spoke. “It’s okay, I have something for that.” The doctor motioned to Geoff, who stepped forward and handed her a black item.

The doctor held it up and showed Bonnie. It was a soft, black balaclava hood, it had an opening for her mouth and nose, but not for her eyes. “This will give you the freedom to explore your own sexuality, free from prying eyes.” Bonnie looked doubtful, but she let the doctor slip it over her head. It was a tight fit, coming down under her chin, her nose and mouth exposed, but her eyes covered. She moved behind Bonnie and pulled the strings tight at the back of the hood and tied them in a bow.

“Okay Bonnie. Let’s try again.” Geoff was moving around getting pictures of Bonnie. She just stood there as his camera explored her body; moving in close to frame Bonnie’s boobs in a close-up shot; down low behind her to get pictures of her ass.

Dr. Vulvay motioned to Wyatt. “Okay Bonnie, we’re going to try again; are you okay?”

Bonnie’s head turned at the sound of the doctor’s voice, “Y-yes, I’m okay. Wyatt?”

Wyatt stepped forward as the doctor instructed him to feel her boob. He reached up and cupped her large breast; looking at Bonnie for her reaction. She startled at his touch, but didn’t stop him. Wyatt grinned and began to grope her boob, his other hand coming up and cupping the other tit. Geoff had moved in close with his camera to get a close-up.

 “Good job Wyatt.” The doctor had walked over and was standing next to him. She spoke to Bonnie, “Very good Bonnie, now we’re going to try something different. Let’s move over to this table.” She guided her over to the massage table and helped her to sit down. “Okay, now to help you overcome your shyness, you need to be comfortable with your own body. Geoff is going to direct you through some movements; just listen to his voice and follow his instruction.”

Bonnie nodded her head slightly as the doctor pulled Wyatt back from the table and Geoff stepped up.

Chapter Five

“Okay Bonnie, can you lean back on your arms please.” Geoff had a deep, smooth voice, like dark velvet. Did Bonnie smile upon hearing it? She leaned back, her arms extended as Geoff took pictures.

“Very nice; okay, can you reach up now? Reach way up and try to touch the ceiling.” She had extended her arms way up, her back arching as she tried to reach the ceiling. Of course, Geoff got great photos of her breasts pushed out, her erect nipples trying to push through the thin material of her bikini.

Wyatt was mesmerised. He had been a little upset with what had happened at the Drakule Club, but this was actually turning him on; watching his scantily clad wife taking direction from another man. He was so caught up with Bonnie, he didn’t notice Dr. Vulvay reach around and grab his crotch. He turned quickly, startled to look directly into the doctor’s eyes, her glasses removed.

The doctor spoke low, “I’m Deidre.” The surprise was evident on Wyatt’s face as she led him to the back of the room and through the door into a smaller room. She sat him on the couch and his eyes grew big. On the wall in front of him was a two-way mirror looking out into the big room. He could see Bonnie moving through more poses on the table.

“Impressive, isn’t it?” He looked at the doctor; her hair was down out of its bun and she had taken off her jacket; her own huge boobs straining under the white blouse. As she spoke she removed her skirt, “We can see out, but nobody can see in.” She had on a black garter and dark stockings; her thong snow white in contrast. She started to un-button her shirt “We have total privacy back here. John instructed me to treat you right. Is that okay?”

All Wyatt could do was grin and nod dumbly as she set her blouse on a side table. Her white bra was fighting to contain her breasts as she turned and sat on his lap, her legs spread open on either side of his legs. She leaned back, her head on his shoulder affording him a priceless view down the front of her chest. His heart stopped as she grasped his wrist and pulled his arm over, placing his hand on her pussy. She broke his trance, “Bonnie is doing well.”

Damn! His pulse racing, he had forgotten all about his wife in the next room. He looked out the mirror to see her on her hands and knees on the table. He could hear the low tone of Geoff’s voice as he talked to her, but couldn’t make out what he was saying. As Geoff spoke, he moved around the room; he had set up four professional movie cameras on tripods and was adjusting them.

He said something else and Bonnie had gotten up on her knees her hands clasped behind her back, her chest pushed out. As she had moved into position, Geoff had moved to the outer door, opened it slowly and four men had walked in, moving silently around the table, facing Bonnie. As one, they slowly removed their clothing.

“Now it will get interesting.” The doctor purred. She pulled off her thong, Wyatt’s fingers now free to explore.

Wyatt was wide-eyed. It was about to get very interesting for Bonnie. His own cock was hard as stone, his fingers probing Deidre’s pussy. This whole scene was too much for him!

“Okay Bonnie, we’re going to move to the next level.” She had fallen for his voice, it was like liquid honey. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe the suggestion from Dr. Vulvay, but she was having fun. She giggled as she moved through all the different poses, even her coochie was getting a little gushy. The idea of moving around all naughty like this in front of the doctor and Geoff with her husband standing right there was very enticing. Her Momma had never told her about anything like this.

“Bonnie, please stay on your knees and hold your arms way up high. Wyatt, can you remove her bikini top.” One of the men stepped forward to comply.

She started, but didn’t move this time as Wyatt took her bikini top off. He had always said she had nice boobies. OH! He was sucking on her nipple. That bugger! She grinned, he knew he wasn’t supposed to do that, excepting only when they were making love.

Geoff spoke again “Now Bonnie, please come forward onto your hands and knees.” She actually laughed a bit and pushed Wyatt away and then came down onto her hands. She could feel her boobs hanging down, her nipples almost brushing the table. “Wyatt!” He was playing with the same nipple he had been sucking on, his fingers gently pinching and twisting her red bud of a nipple, making it erect.

“Wyatt, please remove Bonnie’s bottoms now.” Bonnie gasped, her ultra conservative reflexes kicking it, but she didn’t move as her husband untied each side of her bikini bottoms and pulled them away. Chills went through Bonnie’s body as she realized she was now fully nude in front of the doctor and Geoff. Suddenly she had the strongest urge to reach down between her legs.

Wyatt couldn’t believe what he was watching. That big black man had just taken her bikini off, just like that and she had let him! The doctor had removed her bra and was kneeling on the floor sucking on Wyatt’s dick. He could not think of anything hotter than watching his wife being worked over by other men and getting his dick sucked.

He watched as the black man reached underneath and was twiddling her nipple. Usually she didn’t let Wyatt do that, except when they were screwing. What was he doing now? He had moved around in front of her. She was still on her hands and knees and he was rubbing his semi-erect cock over her mouth. She wouldn’t! Would she?

Wyatt watched as Bonnie swung her head back and forth, almost like she was trying to get away from the cock. “Nope, she’s not going to.” The doctor lifted her head to watch too. The black man stopped, but kept his dick against her face. Bonnie stopped moving too, his long black cock now resting against her lips. Then Bonnie put her head back a bit and her lips slowly started to part.

Deidre sat up a little taller as Wyatt gaped, open-mouthed, “Yes, I think she’s going to.” Bonnie’s mouth was opened wide, the black cock sideways across her face.  Wyatt watched

the black man rub the length of his cock along her lips. Bonnie didn’t move as he finally moved it along until the head was at her mouth. Both Wyatt and the doctor gasped as the large man let go of his cock, grabbed hold of Bonnie’s head and pushed his hips forward, his cock disappearing into her open mouth.

“Very good Bonnie,” Geoff’s voice, warm as honey, sounded distant. She couldn’t believe she was actually doing this; this naughty thing. Wyatt had wanted this for so long, he was finally getting it. She was surprised though at how long it felt. She wasn’t too fond of him holding her head; he kept pushing it in so far. She had to admit, it was different feeling the ridges with her tongue, the outline of his head. GAG! Oh, he did it again. If he didn’t push it in so far, he just might get another one; but not at this rate.

She found by sticking her tongue out of her mouth and curling it around the bottom of his wiener and opening her mouth wider it didn’t gag her as much. She couldn’t help but thinking though, this all felt strangely familiar. Each time it bumped against the back of her throat she had deja-vu. That couldn’t be though; this was the first time she had ever had a wiener in her mouth. “Okay Wyatt, step back please.” Geoff was on her right now, he was always moving it seemed.

Geoff took a few more pictures and then motioned to the guy at the back to come forward. “Okay Bonnie, I’m really impressed with how you are doing. Are you ready for the next phase?” The white guy behind her was probably mid-twenties and it looked like he worked out. He was standing directly behind Bonnie, stroking his long cock, staring at her ass.

Bonnie said she was fine. She was almost sad though; she actually missed Wyatt’s wiener. She didn’t realize how sexual all of this was! Her momma had been so wrong! She felt Wyatt’s hands on her hips and she started. She had missed what Geoff had said, but she soon guessed! Wyatt was running his cock up and down her coochie.

Oh Gawd, the emotions running through her right now. The daughter her momma had raised up was screaming this was wrong, wrong, wrong; but the woman in her won. She moaned as his cock head ran over her button, sending erotic shocks through her body. She leaned forward even more, going down on her elbows and her back arching even farther, offering Wyatt better access. A weird feeling was running through her body, it was like she was going to explode each time her button was touched.

Finally, she felt Wyatt’s cock slip inside, easily entering her gushy coochie. He grabbed her hips and started an easy steady rhythm; his cock pushing all the way in and then pulling out and then back in again. It was driving her mad! Each time he pushed in, the ridges on his cock hammered against her button. Her body was tingling and starting to vibrate. She didn’t know what was happening, but she didn’t care. Her moaning was getting louder; it felt like it would never end. Then he reached forward with one hand and pinched her nipple and her body started to convulse. She was yelling now, pumping her hips back and forth as fast as she could; she wanted more, more, more!

Wyatt and the doctor hadn’t moved. “My Gawd, I think she just came. That looked so intense.” Deidre sounded astounded. Her own juices flowing now, she turned back to Wyatt’s cock. She swallowed his length down to the base, while one hand found her own clitoris.

Wyatt would not have believed it if he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes. She had ridden that muscle guy like one of the wild steers back home! He watched as she lay slumped on the table. The muscle guy, his erect cock slick with Bonnie’s juices, was lifting her arm. He could see Geoff was talking to her and she rolled over onto her back. The muscle guy had grabbed both of her ankles and lifted her legs as Geoff moved a bar on the table and one half dropped away allowing the muscle guy to move forward, his cock slipping easily into her pussy. Damn it was hot! Wyatt’s own balls starting to ache for release watching it all take place. Of course, Deidre deep throating him was helping.

Bonnie was exhausted. She was sure she had just had an orgasm. If it was, she definitely wanted to have more. Geoff had talked to Wyatt, but it was lost on Bonnie, not registering in her drunken state. She felt her legs lift and next thing Wyatt was inside her again, pumping his wiener in and out of the coochie. It felt so good, she was so happy. This counselling was a good idea.

Geoff had just said something. He repeated himself, “Stick your hand out Bonnie and hold this, okay?” She slowly extended her arm and she felt Geoff take her wrist and guide it out until he wrapped her hand around something long. In her tired state, she couldn’t tell, something wasn’t right. It felt like a wiener. She didn’t have time to think though, Geoff was around the other side asking her to stick out her other arm; he wrapped her other hand around another long thing. Bonnie wasn’t sure, but it felt like she had a wiener in each hand.

She didn’t have time to think about it though, because Geoff was at her head now. He was telling her how good she was doing and that it was time for the final phase. She heard and felt a click and the section of the table that was supporting her head, angled down, dropping her head a bit. She was anxious, but intrigued, what was this final phase?

Deidre was on all fours on the floor with Wyatt behind her, pounding his cock in and out of her pussy, but his eyes were locked on his wife. Muscle guy had her legs up and pushed back until her knees almost touched her shoulders, his long cock pumping in and out of her pussy. She had her arms extended with a guy on each side. The guys had wrapped her hands around their cocks and then wrapped their hands over hers and were making her jack them off. What Wyatt could not tear his eyes away from though was the big black guy that had stepped forward and just poked his long cock into her open mouth. Suddenly, everybody was moving and Bonnie was the centerpiece.

What was happening? If Wyatt was screwing her pussy, then whose wieners was she holding? Whoever it was, they were making her rub them up and down. The big surprise though was the wiener in her mouth! Where did these all come from? She jumped, startled from her thoughts by somebody rubbing her button. Oh, the feelings were starting again. It was all too much; she couldn’t think straight!

Wyatt watched as the four men were screwing his wife, their greedy hands all over her; one guy had his hand between her legs rubbing her clit while the other guy screwed her.  Another guy was tweaking her nipples as the black guy fucked her face.

He couldn’t believe she was taking all that cock into her mouth. There was still a few inches left as he reached the back of her throat, but Wyatt was still impressed. He watched as the black guy pushed his cock into her mouth, but didn’t pull it out. He could see the guy had a tight grip on her head and Bonnie started to squirm as he pushed his hips forward slowly. Then, just like that, it was gone. She had all of it in her throat, his balls lying across her nose and in her eyes. He pulled it back out slowly, just a bit and then back, all the way in again. He kept it up and soon it was popping in and out of her throat easily.

It was too much for Wyatt; he started to groan and Deidre popped off his cock and spun around. Her own warm mouth engulfing his cock and her hands working his shaft and balls just as it exploded. His body filled with the electricity of his climax, he still couldn’t take his eyes off his wife.

Bonnie’s hips were rocking, pressing for more from muscle guy. Wyatt saw black guy’s head go back and knew that Bonnie’s throat was being filled. Bonnie’s body began to vibrate with her own orgasm, her hands jacking the cocks on each side until streams of white shot across her tits from either side. Too much for muscle guy, his face screwed up into a grimace as he pounded Bonnie’s pussy hard, his own cream ran out the sides and down onto the table. The scene was surreal with no sound; Wyatt was left to imagine what Bonnie was going through. The heat of the moment gone, he collapsed on the couch, his own body spent, the evidence running out of Deidre’s mouth.

Chapter Six

Deidre and Wyatt got cleaned up quickly and returned to the big room as Geoff was escorting the men out. Deidre, transformed back into Dr. Vulvay escorted Bonnie into the bathroom to get cleaned up. Wyatt and Geoff set the room back up again with the table and chairs.

When Bonnie finally came out, Dr. Vulvay, Geoff and Wyatt were sitting at the table. She sat down next to Wyatt, taking his hand in both of hers and with a little grin, kissed him on the cheek. Dr. Vulvay cleared her throat.

“Well Boinnie,” she asked, “What did you think?” All eyes were on Bonnie.

She looked around the table, “Well, it was okay.” She stole a side glance at Wyatt. “I felt really comfortable for a change.”

“Did the hood help?” Dr. Vulvay interjected.

Bonnie looked down at her hands and then nodded. She looked up, “It did actually. I felt…free; I felt a freedom that I’ve never felt before.” She thought about all the wieners and then slapped Wyatt’s arm. “There was some monkey business going on, but…I think it helped. I think it helped a lot.” Her thoughts turned to her momma; there’s no way she would have approved of any of it. She looked up, “So, another appointment next week?” 

1 Wyatt and Bonnie: The DraKule Club • M+F-Busty-Drunk-Naive

Wyatt and Bonnie: The DraKule Club

Meet Wyatt and Bonnie, yer basic country couple.

After 20 years of marriage, Wyatt has a hankerin' for something new. Bonnie wants nothing to do with it; her Momma told her how a proper lady acts.

Then Wyatt talks Bonnie into a New York City holiday.

Let the adventure begin!

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p.s. I'm currently writing a sequel to this first submission. It's interesting to compare this earlier story, that was written in early summer to what I'm writing now. Let me know what you think.

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