The Evolution of Donna Brinley

The Evolution of Donna Brinkley

By JustJake051

Part One

Chapter 1

Donna Tenet stood at the altar, having just said "I Do" to the man of her dreams, Robert Brinkley. She was now Mrs. Donna Brinkley.

The young brunette wasn't glamorous or beautiful by most standards and had often been reminded of that in the past by the handful of college guys that had tried to have sex with her and been rejected.

"You're not that hot, Donna," they would say. "Get it while you can."

Only several succeeded, at that. Tall and slender with brown hair and dark green eyes, Donna often wished she had been "normal", the prom queen type or the cheerleader growing up in Ohio, one of the beautiful girls getting all the guys. But it didn't happen. She never felt like she was normal. Donna had always sensed she was different from the other girls. She just didn't know in what way, but lust in the backseat of a car didn't do it for her. She needed something different.

Her long legs were her greatest feature, and she hoped that they would offset her smallish breasts in men's minds. Shy and somewhat insecure, Donna was always the tall, skinny girl growing up in school, and never part of the in-crowd. She was average looking and had come to be satisfied that she would always be plain and average in appearance. But she had her brain, and she was smart. And she knew it.

Her parents had passed away when she was a freshman in college. A tragic highway accident left her lost, alone, and frightened. She had never been so scared, but she had committed herself to finishing her college degree and she did it. She graduated at the top of her class, majoring in business and was now fluent in six languages and eager for more. She moved East to the big city, determined to make it. And it was there that she met Robert Brinkley

He was the most wonderful man she had ever met, she thought. Rob Brinkley was good-looking, financially well-off and Ivy League educated, and she was swept right off her feet. Rob was older than she was and treated her like a queen while they were dating, and when he asked, she instantly said yes, and they were engaged and then married. Their sex life was good, she thought. He was always gentle and considerate when they made love. His cock was rather thin, but a good length, she thought. She only had two other experiences to compare it to, so the young bride was satisfied with that. Sex for them was not over-the-top wild, but she was quite content. Happy, she thought.

They soon settled into his very lush downtown apartment in the city. It was incredible, spacious, a great view and in the place where she desired to be, New York City.

It wasn't long before things began to change. Her search for a job in New York had not gone at all as she had hoped and was stalled. She desperately wanted a job on Wall Street, working in the stock market, at a brokerage house, anything in that field. But the jobs always seem to go the men, with their elite college backgrounds and their amazing network of friends.

"Got a text from my old college friend," Rob said, one night at dinner, as he and Donna sat at the table. "Teddy says he'll get back soon and wants to meet you. Sorry he missed the wedding." Then, offhandedly, Rob looked at his wife and said, "I could see about a job for you with Teddy's help. If you like. He has friends all over Wall Street. Teddy might be able to get you in a few doors. Currently he's out of the country, but I'll introduce you when he gets back from Dubai."

And that was all that was said of the mysterious friend, Teddy, and her hopes for a job. Then, one evening, the marriage took a dramatic turn. Donna was cleaning up in the kitchen and she accidentally dropped Rob's favorite whiskey shot glass that he had cherished from college. It shattered on the floor.

"Pick it up," he said, his jaw clenched in anger. Donna bent down and started picking up the broken pieces of glass and when she finished, Rob said, "Good girls get rewarded, bad girls get punished."

With that, Rob reached over, pulled at the waistband of her slacks, snapped the button and broke the zipper. He roughly pulled her slacks down to her ankles and tugged down her cotton panties and quickly sat down in a nearby chair. Instantly, he jerked Donna by the arm and pulled her down and over his knee. With lightning speed, he began spanking her bare backside with his hand. She was stunned, her face flushed bright red. When he stopped, Donna stood and stared at him, her heart racing, confused, her ass still stinging, but oddly excited by Rob's commanding hand. It was a side of him she had never seen.

That night before they went to bed, Rob said, "Be more careful in the kitchen. And don't ever wear slacks again in the apartment." Then he turned out the light and went to sleep. Donna lay awake for the next several hours, her buttocks burning, still stinging from the spanking. Later that night, she slipped out of bed and into the bathroom. She slid her hand down between her legs and began masturbating furiously. Recalling the spanking, the stinging of the smacks on her bare ass, she came almost immediately.

The next morning at breakfast, Rob stared at her for several minutes and then said "Are you alright? I heard you moaning in the bathroom."

"I'm fine," she said, but Rob continued staring at her, waiting for her to explain.

"I'm sorry I woke you up," she said. Then softly muttered, "I wasn't sick. I was masturbating."

"Show me," Rob said.

"What?" she replied, stunned.

"Masturbate in front of me. Now."

"What? Why?" she asked.

"Because I told you to," was the response he gave.

Time seemed to stand still in the Brinkley household, as they both froze, Rob looking at Donna and Donna staring at the floor. Then, Donna slowly pushed her hand between her legs to touch herself.

"No. Take off your clothes. Everything."

Rob closely watched her remove her dress, bra and panties and Donna was now standing naked beside the breakfast table.

"Now show me," he said sternly.

She lifted her hand and slowly began to rub her clitoris, her fingers buried in the soft down of her pubic hair. In a matter of minutes, Donna was standing in front of her husband frantically rubbing her clit and she began to shudder, as her orgasm swept her up.

"Ooooo, God!" she moaned, her body shaking and twisting.

"Good girl," Rob said, looking at her when she had finished. "How about we go to the movies tomorrow night. I know there's the new vampire film out that you're dying to see." Then he stood, kissed her lightly on the lips and headed out the door and off to work. The entire rest of the day she thought about what happened that morning and masturbated twice more.

The following night, they were getting ready to go to the movies and Donna was very excited to see the film she'd read so much about. They were ready to head out the door, when Rob said, "Take off your dress."

"What?"

"Your dress. Take it off."

"Why?" she asked, confused at his request.

He stared at her.

"No," she said.

"Don't say no. You're going to do it," Rob said.

She shook her head.

"We're going to be late. If you don't want to go, keep your dress on."

She was confused, once again her heart pounding wildly. His demanding, his stern look was all something new, overpowering.

He stared, silently, not moving, waiting for her. She nodded slightly.

"What? Don't nod. Say it."

"I'll take my dress off," Donna said quietly, expecting that he would likely spank her again before they went to the movie.

"Good girls get rewarded, bad girls get punished," he said. "Your bra and panties."

Dazed, she tugged her cotton panties down and unfastened her bra and stood naked in front of her husband.

"Now, put your trenchcoat on. Nobody will see anything," he said and opened the apartment door and stepped out into the hall.

'Let's go," he said.

"What?" she gasped, amazed at her husband. "I can't go like this."

"We're going to the movies. It will be dark. You'll have a coat on and no one will see you."

A rush of adrenaline, fear, shame, and panic hit her all at once. These were all emotions that she had worked so hard to keep away, keep buried, and they now flooded over her. As ordered, she put her long trenchcoat on, buttoned it tightly and stepped into the hallway. They walked five blocks to the large, older movie theatre downtown. They found two empty seats and waited for the movie to start. The theatre lights slowly went dark, and the movie began.

Several minutes into the film, Rob leaned over and said, "Open your coat."

"Rob. No," she replied.

Rob sat staring at Donna, not watching the movie, not moving, just staring at her, his eyes wide, glaring.

A minute went by, then another. Slowly, Donna opened her coat and peeled it off her shoulders. Rob continued motionless, staring at his wife. Reluctantly, Donna slowly pulled open the lower half of the trenchcoat and sat naked in the movie theatre, sitting on top of her coat, as Rob calmly now watched the movie. Donna's knees and thighs were tightly pressed together for the duration of the movie, her arms clenched tight to her side, her heart racing. As the ending credits rolled, Donna quickly pulled her coat up and buttoned it before the house lights came up. Not a word was said for the five-block return to the apartment.

"Why did you do that?" she asked, when they got inside the apartment.

"You wanted me to. You know you did," Rob replied. "And, from now on, start wearing tighter fitting clothes. It's looks better on you."

Chapter Two

Donna's luck with a job search was still an abysmal failure. She was having trouble finding a job in the stocks and investing business, her heart's desire. No one would hire her without experience at a brokerage firm and she couldn't even get an interview at any firm in the city. Her self-esteem was gone, and she began to feel like a burden and a disappointment to her new husband.

One evening after dinner, Rob walked over to his laptop computer and quickly pulled up a picture of a large breasted woman on the screen. He looked at Donna and then cupped his hand under the image of the breast on the screen, as if holding it.

"Come over here," he said. Donna walked over, assuming that Rob was now wanting to watch porn with her, definitely a new twist in their marriage. But that wasn't it. He reached up and cupped his other hand under Donna's tiny breast and looked at her.

"Which do you think I deserve?" he asked. She was dumbfounded at the question.

Silence.

Slowly, Donna nodded toward the image on the computer screen.

"Say it," he said. "Say which one you think I deserve."

"That one. The big tits," she said, her eyes cast down to the floor.

"So, it isn't asking too much for you to wear tighter clothes, is it? Is it?" he pressed.

"No," she replied softly.

"Now, take your dress off," he said.

Slowly, without argument or hesitation, Donna Brinkley slowly unzipped her dress and took off her bra and panties.

"Your appearance is important in this city," Rob said, and with that he sat down in a nearby chair and stared at her.

"Oh, God, not again," she thought. Then, she slowly bent over his lap, her naked ass sticking up.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

The hard stings on her ass both hurt and excited her and she couldn't explain it. Maybe it was because he cared enough to do it, she thought. Or maybe she had been bad and deserved it. She couldn't say. All she knew was that her husband was spanking her and somehow, she liked it. She masturbated twice in the middle of the night.

A week later, Rob's old college friend, Charles Theodore Buxton III, or Teddy, as his friends called him, walked through the door of the apartment and Donna felt like she was going to faint. Just back from a year in Dubai, Teddy was beautiful. Donna thought it looked like a Greek god had just walked through the door. Teddy was tall, blonde, the most handsome man she had ever seen. He was every woman's dream, she thought, smooth and charming. He was gorgeous. Perfect, and Donna couldn't take her eyes off him.

The three sat down, opened a very expensive bottle of Scotch that Teddy had provided and were now all chatting, laughing and drinking, having a wonderful time.

"Donna, you should unbutton your blouse a bit," Teddy said.

"What?" Donna said as if not understanding the words.

"You look uncomfortable. You'll look so much more attractive with the blouse unbuttoned a bit. Go ahead," Teddy said.

Stunned, Donna looked over at Rob.

"Go ahead. Do it," Rob said.

Both confused and embarrassed, Donna slowly unbuttoned the top button on her blouse.

"And one more," Teddy said. Slowly, she undid the second button.

"How does that make you feel?" Teddy asked, a twinkle in his bright blue eyes.

"Scared," Donna replied.

"Kind of fun, isn't it," Teddy said with a big smile, his beautiful Hollywood teeth flashing at her.

"Oh, I almost forgot. For the newlyweds," he said as he reached into the leather carry bag he brought and pulled out several small boxes.

"Belated wedding gifts," Teddy said, and passed two small boxes to Donna and one to Rob.

Donna opened the first box and was shocked. He had given her long, dangling diamond earrings. The stones were beautiful and the diamonds huge as they glistened. She couldn't even imagine how much they cost.

"Teddy, this is too much. I can't," she said.

"Nonsense. I had some good fortune in Dubai. This is my best friend. And his new, beautiful wife. Nothing but the best," Teddy said.

With that, Donna opened the second box. Again, her mouth fell open. It was a spectacular diamond bracelet, but rather large, she thought.

"It's the matching piece, a diamond anklet. All the rage these days among special married women," Teddy said. "And Donna, you are certainly special."

She looked over as Rob opened his box with a gold Rolex watch in it, a classic, the one Rob had been wanting. Donna leaned over and kissed Teddy on the cheek and headed quickly into the kitchen to fix more drinks.

"You have a gift my friend," Teddy said quietly to Rob. "You sure know how to pick 'em."

They both laughed.

Chapter Three

Four days passed and Donna's frustrating job search continued. Her bright spot of the week was that Teddy was coming over that night and she looked forward to seeing his smiling, gorgeous face. Together, they were all going out to the movies.

As they were preparing to leave, Rob said "Donna, aren't you forgetting something? Your dress... take off your dress. You'll have your coat on."

She looked over at Teddy, and she had never felt more embarrassed and humiliated.

"No. Rob! Why?" she asked

"Because you want to," he replied

Everyone stopped. One minute, then two. Both men stared expectantly at Donna.

Silence

Slowly, Donna unbuttoned her dress and removed it. She looked over at her husband. Rob and Teddy were still standing, staring at her, expectantly, motionless, waiting. She let out a long sigh and then removed her bra and panties and pulled on her trenchcoat, her heart pounding so fast she thought it would burst.

"Alright, now let's go to the movies," Rob said gaily, and he and Teddy laughed and talked all the way to the theatre, as Donna trailed behind them. Inside the movie theatre, they found seats and Donna was placed in the middle, between the two men. She settled down as low as she possibly could in the seat, clutching tightly to her overcoat. The movie previews finished, and the house lights slowly dimmed and went out.

"Open your coat. You know you want to," Rob said quietly.

Donna didn't respond to her husband. She just sat and looked at the screen, as if he hadn't said anything.

"Go ahead," Rob whispered. "You know you want to. You just wanted me to tell you to do it. You like being told."

Slowly, Donna Brinkley unbuttoned the coat and slipped out of the top half. But she could feel Rob looking at her, staring, waiting. She turned and stared back at Rob and after a moment she relented and parted the bottom of the coat. She sat motionless, her knees tightly pressed together. Then Teddy leaned over to her, his face buried in her hair, his lips slightly touching her ear.

"Open your legs," he whispered in her ear.

She didn't and she was suddenly aware of both men staring at her. Slowly, she relaxed her legs and opened them slightly apart.

"Wider," Rob said.

She did. And after another minute, Donna then opened them even wider. Teddy soon slid his hand down onto her bare thigh and soon his fingers were down deep between her thighs and pressing into her pubic area. She was terrified, yet madly excited. Part of her wanted to stand up and run out of the theatre. Another part of her wanted to open her legs even wider.

Teddy was now touching her, his fingers sliding deep into her. She couldn't have stopped what happened if she had wanted to. His fingers swirled over and over her clit and she came, panting, shaking, biting her lip to keep quiet and not draw attention. She thought she was going to faint, her body now limp, her legs like rubber and useless. Soon the film ended, and she tried to pull herself together, tightly wrapping her coat around her as the lights came up.

When they got back to the apartment, Donna pulled off her trenchcoat, tossed it on a chair and quickly headed to the bedroom to get some clothes on.

"No," Rob said sharply. "Good girls get rewarded. Bad girls get punished. Get down on your knees," he said, pointing to the floor.

Teddy sat down on the edge of the nearby sofa and watched Donna intently as she now seemed both exhausted and exhilarated by the evening. Teddy smiled at her and she melted. Slowly she got down on her hands and knees on the floor. Teddy reached out his hand and gestured for her to come to him. Hesitantly, Donna started to crawl, naked, her ass swaying from side to side as she moved toward him, her small breasts hanging below her. Feeling the heat between her legs, the dampness flooding her crotch, Donna crawled slowly over to Teddy.

When she got to him, Teddy reached out and lightly touched her lips with a finger that had earlier been in her cunt. She stuck her tongue out and began to lightly lick his finger. Teddy then stuck his finger in between her lips and into her mouth. Softly, Donna began to suck it. He put two fingers in, moving deeper into her mouth. Then three fingers, as she continued to suck.

"Go ahead. Do it. You want to," Teddy said.

She paused and looked over at Rob. He stood there, smiling, and said nothing. Looking back at Teddy, she then reached out and unzipped his pants.

"Oh, God!" she gasped, as his huge cock fell out. It was at least ten inches long but obscenely wide, as thick as a beer bottle, she thought.

Moving her head into his lap, she pushed her mouth down onto Teddy's massive cock and began working her head further and further down, struggling to get it into her mouth, as the huge piece of meat began to stiffen. Soon, it was enormous and rigid, sticking straight out at her.

"Good girls get rewarded, bad girls get punished," she heard Rob say.

It wasn't long before Donna was up on the sofa and on top of Teddy, straddling his body, his enormous erection driving deep in and out of her. She had never been fucked like that. He was incredible, she thought. Teddy continued to rapidly pump his cock deep inside her as Rob stood near them, watching. She worked her slender hips up and down, harder and fast trying to get all of the monster inside her.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God. Big. Big..." she moaned, as the enormous cock stretched her wider and wider. Donna was in heaven, grinding and writhing on the biggest cock she could ever have imagined. She wanted it to last forever, but it didn't. Teddy was coming inside her, flooding her vagina with his hot seed, an endless torrent of cum filling her and spilling out. Moments later, he lifted her to the side and was up and headed out the apartment door.