The Evolution of Donna Brinley

The Evolution of Donna Brinkley

By JustJake051

Part Three

Chapter Eight

In many ways, Donna Brinkley was in heaven. Her new job was wonderful, and she was getting noticed for her work and not her bare ass and large, new breasts. But Rob, her husband, and Teddy Buxton were escalating their outrageous demands on her. And she couldn't say no to Teddy. They would take her out to parties, wearing sexy see-through clothes, and Rob and Teddy let other people have sex with her, when really the only person she wanted to fuck was Teddy.

One evening, Donna walked through the door of the apartment, and she was bubbling over. It had been a wonderful day at the brokerage firm where she worked. Even though she was paraded around the office in the near nude, people were beginning to realize and acknowledge her intelligence and the contributions she was making. And she loved it. But when she came through the door that evening, she could tell instantly that there was something seriously wrong. Her husband, Rob, was standing in the middle of the room waiting for her. And she could tell from the look on his face that it wasn't good.

"Teddy called me," Rob said. "He says Roger was disappointed with your oral performance last night at the party. Teddy is considering calling Brian and getting you fired from your job."

"No! No! No, you can't do that! That job is everything. Please! Please! Please, Rob," she begged. Roger had been one of the numerous men she fucked last night, and she didn't even remember him. She was just doing what Teddy told her to do.

"Well, Roger said you were awful, you couldn't even suck cock properly. Good girls get rewarded. Bad girls get punished. Do you want to get better? To keep your job?" Rob said.

"Yes! Anything."

"Teddy is coming over later this evening, but let's started now. Strip," Rob ordered.

"What? What about dinner? Rob, what are you doing?" she asked, as her husband cleared off the dining room table and pulled the chairs off to the side.

"Lesson One, your throat fucking lesson," Rob said. "Strip."

She took off her dress, pulled the tiny thong off and unhooked the shelf bra that cupped her now enormous breasts. She stood naked, next to the dining table, looking at her husband like he'd lost his mind.

"What?" Donna asked.

"On the table," Rob said

"Rob..."

"Now," Rob ordered.

Donna crawled up onto the dining table and got down on her back, as instructed. Rob grabbed her and pulled her to the edge of the table, moving her so her head was now hanging backward over the edge of the table.

"Head back, open your mouth. The jaw is important for the best angle. You want to be able to get the biggest cock down your throat and have him fuck your throat, not your mouth," Rob instructed. "You know you want to do this. You just want me to tell you."

Donna paused, now confused and a little scared at the erratic behavior of her husband.

"Open your mouth."

Donna didn't move.

"Open your mouth. You know you want to, Now, you've been told. Do it," Rob said. "With your head back like this, it will give you a more open angle for your throat."

Slowly, Donna opened her mouth and instantly Rob had his cock out and pushed his erection into her mouth. Donna gagged and coughed and pulled her head away.

"Again," Rob said.

Donna tried again, with the same results. Her strong gag reflex kicked in.

"Again. But better. I can feel your throat is tight. Don't you understand? A big cock is not just taken in the mouth. It should go into your throat. The cock should be fucking your throat. Not just being gummed by your tongue and lips. Do you understand?" he asked. With her eyes watering and saliva running down her face, Donna nodded her head that she understood.

"Again."

His cock went down her throat and Rob pulled back and pumped in again. Again, Donna gagged and coughed.

"One throat pump. Better," Rob said. "Good girl. Better."

Drool was now all over her face, as her head hung backward over the edge of table. Rob pushed his erect cock back in her mouth and down her throat. Once. Twice.

"Two pumps. Excellent."

Just then Teddy burst through the apartment door followed by two men, strangers to Donna. He was carrying a bag in his hand and looked angry. She had never seen him like this.

"You embarrassed me," Teddy said. "We don't want that to ever happen again. Do we?"

"No," Donna replied, stunned by his anger.

"I see you've started your training. How is Session One going? Everyone is going to help," Teddy said.

"Teddy, no," Donna said.

"You don't want me to call Brian and have him fire you? Do you? You know you want to be perfect for me. You want to be the perfect slut. You want to show them how sexy you really are. Let's see what we have," Teddy said.

With that, Rob moved his cock next to Donna's open mouth, ready to plunge it down her throat again. Then she felt something warm and slick on her cunt. Oil... Teddy was pouring oil on her shaved cunt and rubbing it in. Rob then steadily pushed his erection back down Donna's throat, as Teddy began rubbing her cunt, making slow circles with his hand on her vaginal lips and clit. She couldn't help herself, couldn't stop. She started pumping her hips. As always, Teddy knew exactly how to drive her wild, as the other two men were now at the edge of the table, rubbing her enormous breasts. She could live her entire life with Teddy touching her, fucking her, she thought, as he slowly rubbed her cunt.

"Five throat pumps," she heard Rob say. "Good girl."

Teddy's attention on her cunt had taken Donna's mind off her mouth and Rob was now steadily pushing his cock deep down into her throat.

"You are a good girl," she heard Rob say. Then, Rob pulled his cock out of her throat and mouth, as a large wave of saliva came with it and covered her face. She saw Rob move aside and Teddy took his place, his massive cock out now, erect and bobbing in front of her face.

"Roger said you couldn't take all his cock in your mouth and throat. You must learn. I'm going to help stretch your throat. You like sucking cock, but that isn't enough. You need to be able to let the big cocks in, to fuck your throat. All the way down," Teddy said.

Teddy put his hand on her throat "I need to be able to feel my cock all the way down here," he said, his hand now low on her throat, as her head hung off the table.

"I deserve that don't I? Five pumps was good, but not good enough. You must be able to take cock in your throat non-stop. Rob, give her her reward."

"Spread your legs," Rob said.

"Teddy, please," Donna pleaded.

"Spread your legs wide. You know you want to. Now you've been told," Teddy said calmly

Rob lifted a pink sex toy, a double-headed dildo vibrator, out of the bag that Teddy had brought with him. Rob positioned it against Donna's slippery, oil-soaked cunt. One head of the vibrator was pressed against her swollen cunt lips, the other against her tightened rectum.

"Aaahhhh," Donna groaned as the plastic monster slid easily into both of her holes. Once both shafts of the vibrator were deep inside his wife, Rob turned it on.

"Oooohhhhhh," she moaned, as both heads to the vibrator buzzed deep in her cunt and her asshole.

"Oooooooo, please, Teddy. Yes, yes, I promise, I'll take all your cock," she panted, as Rob and the other two men beside the table started rubbing her breasts and her entire body.

Then Teddy moved forward, and his enormous cock began to slide into her mouth and down her throat.

"Good. Good," she heard Teddy say.

She could feel him deep, deep down her throat, her cunt now tingling as the vibrator pulsed again and quivered in both of her holes. She could feel both vibrators in her, touching, rubbing, separated only by her thin lining of flesh. And they kept on. Donna was about to orgasm and then suddenly everything stopped. Teddy froze, his cock now locked in her throat, the vibrator shut off. Then they started again. And the men did that over and over again to her. They took her to the edge of her orgasm and then stopped. And then they started again, always stopping at the moment she was about to come.

"What a good throat you have," Teddy said, putting his hand on throat and slowly rubbing it.

"Yes, good girl. I want to feel my cock way down here, deep in your throat. And I can. Yes, yes, I can feel my cock down deep in your throat." Then suddenly, her throat was flooded, as Teddy ejaculated, pumping and pumping, smashing his hips and balls into her face, with wave after wave of hot semen pouring down her throat and into her stomach.

"Good girl. That's your dinner tonight," Teddy said and stepped back. "The next part of Session one," she heard him say and one of the men who came in with Teddy had his hard cock out and was quickly sliding it down her stretched throat. Seven, eight pumps of his massive cock and the man quickly pulled his rigid cock out of her mouth.

"Now off the table," Rob said, pulling her off the table and down onto her knees on the floor.

"Lift your head. Drop your jaw and get the angle. Take it, take it all," Rob ordered.

Donna opened her mouth and dropped her jaw as wide as she could, her jaw now sore and aching.

"Now give him your throat from there, on your knees. Open your jaw. Do it," Teddy ordered.

She pushed harder, stretching her mouth, spreading her jaw down as wide as she could, and she opened wide, ready for the oncoming cock. The man pushed his long, throbbing cock deep and started pumping, driving his cock as deep as he could into Donna's throat.

"Oh, God. Yes! That's it. That's good, gimme that throat, slut," the man growled and pushed his rigid cock back down her throat again, all the way to the bottom. And then he pumped, again and again, his cock now completely submerged down her throat. She could feel it, feel his cock swelling in her throat and then the heat flowing, as he started to come, now pumping wildly and erratically. His cock came out of her mouth for a moment and Donna's face caught two huge jets of sticky cum before his cock slipped in and back down her stretched throat.

"Good girl. Good girl," she heard her husband say, as the other man's huge cock down poured his milky load down his wife's throat.

When he was finished, the man stepped away and left Donna kneeling on the floor, her face covered with drool and cum. Donna looked over at the handsome blonde man next to her and pleaded, "Teddy, please fuck me. Let me come."

"Good girl, you'll get your reward," Teddy said. "But the lesson is not over yet."

The second man peeled his jacket and shirt off and was now standing in front of Donna, as she kneeled on the floor. But the man had breasts, small firm tits. Donna realized immediately that it was really a woman, with very short hair, worn slicked back, and wearing men's clothes. The woman dropped her trousers, and it was indeed a woman, her smooth shaved cunt now inches from Donna's face.

"Now, eat her cunt... make her come, Donna. Your mouth has to be an extension of your cunt. Learn to please everyone," Teddy said.

As Teddy ordered, Donna began cautiously licking the woman's cunt, lapping at her clit, and sticking her tongue in as deep as it would go, the woman's sweetness filling her mouth.

"Make her come," she heard Rob say.

"Mmmuuuuu," Donna moaned, as she began vigorously working at the woman's cunt, licking and sucking until the woman grabbed her head and pulled it roughly into her, smashing Donna's face into her open sex lips as she squirted all over her.

"Good. Good. Good girl," she heard Teddy say, as she continued to lap at the woman's sex.

When she stopped, Donna looked up and over at Teddy.

"Will you fuck me now, Teddy?" Donna asked.

"Show me your ass. Wiggle it like you want my cock in it. Make me want to fuck you. That's what a good slut does. And you are going to be our good slut, aren't you," Teddy said.

"Aren't you? Aren't you?" he repeated.

"Yes. Please fuck me. Let me come!!!" Donna begged.

But he didn't. Teddy and his two friends had redressed and were headed to the door, leaving Donna frustrated and lying on the floor, sobbing. Teddy handed Rob a box from the bag he carried in and said, "Give it to her when you're satisfied." With that, Teddy Buxton headed out the door.

"Good girls get rewarded. Bad girls get punished," Rob said. Rob opened the box and handed Donna a beautiful, three strand diamond choker necklace.

"Put it on."

Donna lifted the beautiful diamond choker and fastened it around her neck.

"Good girl. It's a reward for your throat. Now show me your ass, like you did Teddy," Rob said. "Invite me. Seduce me with it."

Slowly, Donna began to sway and move her hips and ass at her husband, as he stood over her rubbing his erect cock. The large dildo had stretched both her cunt and her ass, as she now offered both gaping holes to her husband.

"Take whatever you want. Please. Please make me come," Donna moaned.

"Good girl," Rob said, and he was on her, plunging his rigid cock deep into her stretched asshole and started frantically pumping his hips into his wife's ass. Donna reached under her body and started wildly massaging her throbbing clit, as her husband fucked her anally. It didn't take long before Donna exploded, tossing her head wildly about, her entire body shaking and twitching from her orgasm.

Gently, Rob moved next to her trembling body and softly cradled her in his arms.

"Good girl," he said. "Now, tell me, what should you call me? A man who loves you, nurtures you, protects you, takes care of you, makes you blossom..."

"Daddy," Donna muttered.

"Yes. good girl."

"Was I a good girl, Daddy?" she said panting, her body wracked and exhausted.

"Yes. Good girl," Rob said, rocking her and holding her close to him.

Chapter Nine

The entire brokerage firm was seated around the conference table. Everybody, all of the brokers, sat at the table in shirts and ties, listening intently while the owner of the firm, Brian Hartly, spoke. Everybody was seated, except Assistant Donna Brinkley. Donna stood against the back wall, naked except for her sheer, silver thong and silver stockings and heels. She stood quietly, listening, as she always did.

"Gentlemen, this is it," Brian Hartly said. "We go all in. Everything we have. We buy into the mining firm as partners...buy low... real low. I'm putting in ten million and I need five from each of you. They're willing to sell half, be partners. They're talking to two other groups, so we have to move fast on this. Right now. We can buy into the company before the public sale. It's a small, US mining company, which works here and abroad. Nothing big for them, until now. And the IPO will be in a few weeks, set at 40 we're thinking, and it will go up to around 65 and settle at around 60. Then they will announce the discovery of the huge new rare mineral vein in Eastern Europe, in the mountains. It's a critical substance for chip manufacturing, the new super chips, and the share price is going to skyrocket. We offer shares to our clients. This will likely move up as high as four thousand a share. We're rich. We're heroes. They win, we win."

All the men around the table smiled and laugh, a few high fives around the table. From the back of the conference room, Donna Brinkley coughed, clearing her throat.

"What?" one of the men said. "Brinkley, if you have something to say, then say it."

"It's a wrong move," she said, walking up to the table and standing next to it, the now stretched lips of her swollen, well-used cunt pressed hard against the thin, sheer silver fabric of her tiny G-string.

"What?" Brian said. "Brinkley,..." and she cut him off.

"I looked at a geosat survey of the area. And looked at ground geodata survey maps. Even found results of two early core samples from the area. Notes I found from an unauthorized dig that another firm did at the site... my Russian is pretty good."

She paused, now holding their full attention.

"The vein is less than three inches thick, and the topography says it can't be in the other mountains in the range. Plus, they don't own any of that. Just these four mountains."

She looked at the men around the table. It seemed like the first time they were looking at her face and not her tits, her crotch or her ass, Donna thought.

"Either the company is scamming, or they don't know how to read geo charts. Recent survey scans reveal only a thin layer of the mineral. Mining will be exhausted in four or five months, tops. It's a trace layer. A bust. They take the money and run. All the research is on my desk."

With that, the young assistant turned and strutted out of the room, her firm ass shaking, knowing that all eyes were watching her. They all watched her ass bounce as she left the room and walked quietly back over to her tiny desk and sat.

A week later, the mining company announced some incorrect information had surfaced and they had declared bankruptcy. Word of Donna's discovery had moved quickly through the brokerage houses around the world. It was the morning after the news broke and the mining company went under. Brian Hartley walked slowly over to Donna's desk with a piece of paper.

"Brinkley, there's a dress code here in the office. Follow it," Brian said, and handed her the piece of paper. "It says firm Associates should dress in business attire, suits, dresses... Chanel, Dior, whatever. I want attractive business dresses and suits on you. You can afford it with your new position and your new salary. Well done, Brinkley. Your new office is third down on the left. You and I have a lunch meeting tomorrow with a new client. Be prepared. I just sent you the info on him, so prep for the meeting. Good work. And showing a little bit of those big tits at lunch won't hurt. And put together a proposal for his portfolio and have it on my desk by the end of the day.

She did.

Chapter Ten

Two months had passed since Donna's promotion. Donna now had more than a new dress appearance at work. She had her hair cut and dyed black, jet black and fashionably styled. Her flashing green, emerald eyes created a stunning image. She had become the perfect Wall Street woman, a gorgeous deal closer. She had her broker's certification and was now licensed to trade in both the US and internationally.

Early one morning in the office, Brian Hartly was showing an attractive woman around. She was quite beautiful, blonde, with exceptionally large breasts, a nice figure and a shapely ass, outlined in the tight skirt that she wore. They came into Donna's office.

"Donna, this is our new assistant, Claire Richmond. Claire, this is Mrs. Brinkley, our best Associate. Donna, I know you're busy, but please can you take some time to show Richmond the ropes? Get her started?"

"Has she signed her contract?" Donna asked, her now stylish eyebrows arched high in curiosity.

"Signed and sealed," Brian said.

Donna noticed the wedding band on the blonde's hand and smiled. Brian left and Donna scanned the woman up and down, doing a quick appraisal. The woman was a couple of years older than Donna, but her beauty was unmistakable. Donna disliked her instantly. She was the beautiful girl that got all the men, all her life. The girl Donna hated when she was growing up.

"Are those double D's?" Donna asked, pointing at the blonde's large breasts.

"No, Mrs. Brinkley. They're triple D."

"I see. Schedule an hour with me in the morning and we'll start," Donna said.

After a week had passed, Donna walked over to Claire's desk and handed her a sheet of paper.

"Richmond, we have an office dress code for Assistants. Please read it and follow it," and with that, Donna dropped a black see-through thong on top of Claire's desk. Donna turned and started to walk back to her office and then stopped and turned back to the blonde assistant.