Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Doctors in the Shadows 10 Point Noir MSD Compound In the days since Pelham's arrival the media campaign was having some success. Due to a favorable video piece by Reuters, MSD headquarters had changed plans and now wanted Moreau and Pelham to come to Brazzaville for a hastily arranged planning conference for two days. Moreau knew exactly what was up. The beauracrats at MSD HQ wanted to horn in on the good press being generated by her and Dani's work. Early signs also showed Dani's charm with Cisse had favorable results also. Cisse had dispatched 16 new soldiers to Capt Opango. They were arriving by truck Friday afternoon. The CA would need training but Opango was pleased. He would assign them to the garrison duties and use more seasoned troops to support the convoys and medical missions. When Dani heard the news she was double happy. She had only expected 12 or 13 troops, what they got was a good plus up. Sunday evening was almost festive several days later as Moreau, Wright, Roux, Dani and Pelham were at a small dinner party discussing final jumping off details for the convoy. Wright would be the head of MSD while Moreau was away. Then Roux would lead the medical team on the food convoy to Loubono. Wright explained during the post-meal cocktails, the two new 2 and a half ton American trucks were being delivered from dockside Monday morning and would be used in the convoy. At roughly 2130 hours Dani left the party to return to her hut. Moreau's semi sheer tan sleeveless smock stopped teasingly about four inches above her knees, causing all the males to sneak gazes as she swayed happily to jazz music coming from a tape deck near the drinks cabinet. Wright eased up to her and teasingly said, "Boss it's starting to die down and you have a big day tomorrow. We should all go." Simone put her hand on his left elbow and steered him into the dining area where she whispered. "No Chief. Please don't go yet...I want something special tonight after Roux and Pelham depart." Her voice deliberately husky and sensual. Wright immediately felt his 7 inches grow turgid at the suggestion by Moreau of some kinky event to come. Pelham for his bookwormish appearance with a pipe and black framed glasses was starting to notice how attractive the head of MSD was after several drinks. Her lush hip and thighs prominent through the thin smock. He could even make out that her panties were a dark red color. He formed an idea he hoped would bear fruit either tonight or in Brazzaville. He wanted to sneak back to outside her hut and watch her undress for bed. The alcohol had flowed freely during the party and everyone was now more uninhibited. Moreau had unbuttoned the top three buttons of her smock as she lounged now casually on the sofa with her sexy legs crossed. In typical Congolese fashion the main window air conditioner had quit working about 40 minutes ago but no one notice. Roux suddenly felt clammy sweat around his neck as his shirt stuck to his frame and he noticed he no longer heard the hum of the main unit. He used that as his excuse to leave the event next, leaving only the Chief of Staff and Pelham with Dr. Moreau. She offered to call a driver for him, he declined, saying "I need the exercise." The lean fit physician added. Roux left with the notion he would circle by Girard's hut. Perhaps he could wring a seduction out of her for some quick oral sex. The Congolese staff had long been dismissed by Moreau and, any cleanup would be left to the maid staff which would arrive tomorrow. Wright busied himself scooping up dirty glasses and beer mugs and setting them in the plastic bin which served as sinks. Moreau's smock had rucked up into her lap slightly as she lolled on the sofa allowing both men teasing glimpses up her dress. Pelham drew on his pipe as he stood thumbing through her book collection of medical journals and peeking under the folds of the rucked up smock. The shadowy indentations revealed the packed, humid crotch of her panties. Moreau snubbed her cigarette out lazily and stretched out on her left side, her curvy hindquarters thrust back toward both men's gaze. Pelham's eyes swam over the juicy cleft of her butt cheeks presented hazily through the smock as they barely rested over the edge of the sofa. Wright reentered the living room to pick up a dirty dish, when Pelham advised, "I think our host is done." Pointing his pipe toward the dozing woman. "I need to go and pack and make ready for tomorrow. I think we leave at 1000 hours." Wright bade him a good night without waking the dozing Moreau. Pelham walked a circuitous route away from the large hut over toward his guest hut and then circled back. He did not expect or desire to be discovered spying on the pretty French head of MSD. By taking the long way around he had a plausible excuse should he be discovered. In the living area Moreau had been awakened by Wright after Pelham left. Simone had then told her able assistant, "To night Neil I want you in my guts, please fuck me in my ass." She said evenly in her French accent as she shimmied out of the smock before leading him into her sleeping area. Wright smiled gleefully to himself as he watched her Auburn head bobbing as she knelt before him, her red glossed lips pumping on his 7 inch dick. He writhed seated on the edge of the bed, stirring his stiff dribbling dick in her mouth as his hands roamed on her full dangling tits. He worked the lightly sweaty flesh, thumbing her fat prominent nipples. Moreau sucked his dick harder and faster, making it throb nastily. His nuts beginning to churn with a need to release. He grasped the top of her coiffed hair to ease her up and prevent himself shooting his load. "Easy baby." He implored her. After two more minutes of slower sucking Simone raised her head, her eyes bleary and she stood her back turned to him and slid her red panties down off her magnificent ass until they wound in a band at her thighs. Bending forward she glanced over her shoulder instructing him, "Give me your tongue in my ass." Wright eyed her moist swollen labia hanging between her thighs. He smelled her for the first time, hot, horny pussy mixed with urine and brine. He edged closer to inhale and move his nose into the woman's genitals. He held Moreau's hips as he sniffed, mewling as the woman's hot odors turned him on. Inhaling directly against her piss flaps he sucked in the aroma of the woman's moist crotch. Moreau shivered like a teenager on her first date. She gripped her fleshy cheeks open. She hadn't shaved around her anus recently, the tight ring sparsely covered by dark auburn hairs. Wright couldn't see any brown stains but the earthy smell of her bowels wafted to his nose. Wright leaned in, took Moreau's hips in his hands, and inhaled directly against the woman's ass. "Mmm... Mmm-hmm... oh, yes, fuck, Simone. Your arse smells so good I could lick it... And I will..." he stuck out his tongue, tickling the dark-pink ring and running it across her closed hole. Wright lapped against the rough flesh, licking her tight humid asshole and sticking the tip inside the woman's butt. The combination of her natural sweat, stale perfume, pussy and ass caused his dick literally to run like a tap with pre come. Wright stood and pushed his dick in, Moreau crying out with his rapid penetration. She grunted and groaned, rocking her hips to adjust to the slender but hard 7 inch dick. Moreau took his length in her ass and the man's cock was quickly thrusting in and out and smearing his shaft with brown grease from her ass guts. Moreau's feet were still in her 3 inch wooden sandals and placed her just at the right height for the ass fuck. She pushed back hard, to get the full length of dick "unggggggggggg... uhugggggggg..." She pushed, starting to sweat as pubic hair scoured the valley of her ass cheeks. "Oh Chief I love eet...pack my ass!" She blurted out tossing her hair wantonly across her shoulders. "Ooooh!" she sighed shivering when he had it all in on one thrust. She began to grind her lush womanly hips slowly, her head tossed back, the lips gaping, tits thrusting. Her eyes were shut as she concentrated on the fuck sensation up in her ass. Wright grasped the large velvety, ass cheeks, his fingers playing in the crack and pulling her back onto him. "Ooooh...oooh...ooh." Moreau panted, then fitting her right index finger into her pussy causing her juices to flow. She seemed all cunt and ass she moved grindingly back on the dick. Wright grunted as he pounded her asshole, his balls and groin tingling and burning, as cum was rising from his sweaty nuts his eyes squinting in the dimness, flecks of spittle formed in the corner of his lips. He shivered as he tried to prevent shooting his load. Over the last several minutes Pelham had been stationary at a side window to Moreau's sleeping area. Hoping against hope to see the woman simply change for bed he had been rewarded with an entire erotic scene. Pelham's 7 and half inch cut cock leaked pre cum as he watched the heated sodomy of the two humanitarian workers. Had not Wright been so engrossed in his fuck of Moreau's ass he made have heard Pelham approach the window. Wright tensed, rose up a bit, pounded, stabbing again inside Moreau's now smelly, wet asshole, smacked her full ass, grabbed her hips hard and trembled hard against her. His dick spewed sperm into her bowels as he bellowed, "Uhhhgr." and came. His ejaculate looped and fired into her empty guts, spraying her insides with hot seed. In a scene probably not duplicated in the hottest of European brothels, Simone Moreau eased off the spike of his dick dropped to her knees turned about and sucked the top three inches of his greasy pole. His dick softening and covered with oily residue from her bowels. She slurped noisily, her eyes gazing up at him in affection as she worked clearing the mess from his flesh. Pelham smiled and walked off toward his hut. Roux quietly stepped up on the steps of Girard's hut and tapped softly on her door. He had hung back in the shadows, watching as a lone CA soldier had passed on his routine patrol in the gaggle of Western huts. Claire was still up sitting on her sofa reading and listening to the French Forces Radio broadcast, but she had already changed for bed. She wore a thin beige cotton slip with 3 inches of lace embroidery at the hem. Her juicy curves displayed enticingly, her nipples prominent even though she was in a relaxed state. Hearing the knock she was slightly miffed who would pay a visit at this hour on a Sunday night. Upon seeing it was Roux and not a Congolese she relaxed more and bade him to enter. Exchanging pleasantries in French, she could smell the heady alcohol scent from the party on the Frenchman, but offered him a night cap none the less. As she stepped to her kitchenette, Roux could clearly see all she wore beneath the slip was a pair of brief panties of a bright pink lace with a black crotch piece and waist trim. She did not bother with a robe or other covering. Roux's manhood grew leaky and turgid just from being alone in the room with her despite the effects of his drinking for the past several hours. His 7 inches of dick lengthened and hardened down his trouser legs as she returned with two glasses of Cognac on ice and stood briefly before him. Claire Girard could see the lustful hunger on his face as she took a seat in the middle of the sofa and crossed her legs daintily before touching glasses in a toast with her supervisor and colleague. Roux's eyes swam over the lusty expanse of her thighs where they were exposed at the hem of her slip. "Claire je vous souhaite beaucoup de succès et le confort tout ici au Congo. S'il vous pla"t me considérer un ami cher toujours/Claire I wish you much success and comfort while here in Congo. Please consider me a dear friend always." Girard calmly laid her glass on the field table that served as a coffee table before placing her right hand on his left knee. She knew what he wanted and had already decided to give it to him without complications. Roux smiled almost foolishly before taking her hand in his and bringing it to his lips to kiss before then laying it atop his throbbing and now leaky dick. Girard moved her hand deftly over the bulge in his crotch, strumming her fingers up and down the length and width of the dick. She swiveled her right hip slightly so that she was almost sitting on her right side, to reach and unzip his slacks. She pulled the damp meat from his undershorts with her right hand and began to tap it into her left hand gently. The dick head left little splotches of his pre cum in damp snail trails along the palm of her hand. Roux moaned out, "Oh yes...thank you." He stared down at her actions, ecstatic there was no resistance, he would not have to haggle or plead for her to play with him even though it was Wright who wielded the power over her. Girard bounced onto her knees on the sofa and leaned forward into his lap and started to lick the salty, sweaty tip of his cock. She formed a layer of her sweet saliva on her tongue sweeping and lathering his cock head. "Uhg ohh, yesss!" Roux hissed out. It was all he could do to stop himself from just grabbing her freshly combed hair and shoving the dick down her gullet it felt so good. She pulled off his dick long enough to whisk the slip over her head putting her juicy loins on display. Her dark pussy hairs leaking from the crotch and leg openings of her lace panties. With the slip out of the way Roux could see her pretty bouncing tits as she knelt between his legs. "Suck it Claire." He gushed out loud. The young brunette doctor, grabbed his nuts in her left hand, massaging them sensuously as she dove back down onto the spike of his throbbing dick, sucking the first three inches. There was something liberating to Girard's senses to be free to aggressively seek the debauchery she was involved in. In her mind she really liked Roux as he always treated her with deference and grace. He thrilled keenly as he watched her lush ass cheeks slip from the arching leg holes of her snug panties. It fired his passion causing his pre cum to virtually bubble from his dick. The salty leaking sap from his dick making Claire's taste buds tingle and her own fervor increase. She shoved her right hand into her panties and snaked her middle finger over the gristle of her clitoris and up into the snug hole. Her lace panties bulged sexily with her efforts as she played in her pussy while continuing to suck Roux's dick. Her face now plunging down far enough to take in 5-6 inches of his dick. He eyed her juicy nipples which were now erect and throbbing. Reaching for the left one he began to rub and twist it gently further heating the woman up. The scene was stimulating to both adults as they played, each in their own thoughts. His about how easy she consented when he was so horny and her for the sense of freedom about getting sex on her own terms. Girard could sense the doctor would not last long, so she increased the urgency of her sucking and diddling of her pussy. Wedging two then three of her fingers into her now sopping trench, she sucked and shook her mouth over his spike. It looked like a dog worrying a bone to get the scant bit of meat off with its teeth and tongue. He suddenly decided he needed more, "come on get on the floor on your knees...please." Girard did one better, she actually sat before him the floor. Her left leg canted under her as she continued to finger fuck herself. Stroking in her pussy hole with her right-hand she smoothed her hair away from her face with her left. She knew the visual depravity Roux was seeking to get over the edge for his climax. Roux stood before her where she sat and shoveled his dick into her face while weaving his hands into her glossy black hair. Though not big enough to make her gag, he raised on tip toe to get it into the entrance of her throat. His dick came out with frothy white strings of her saliva smeared the entire length of his tool. Sticky shiny strings of spittle clung from his cock and her bottom lip each time he withdrew the spike from her face. On one wayward retreat from her lips, his dick belched firing a pearly glob of S shaped jizz across her face. The shiny loop of cum caught on her scalp hooking into her hair. With her mouth now open she could breathe better her eyes glancing briefly at Roux then closing as she concentrating on her approaching climax. "Ohh, oh, uh...uh!" He bleated as the throes of his orgasm continued, dick now splashing three more wet dollops of cum between her breast and on her erect nipples. Then he surprised her by squatting slightly and scooping jizz off her tits into her mouth. She swallowed it This gave Girard the finally boost she needed to come also. MSD Hut, Point Noir Ashaki who had been prompted to apply for work at the Allied mission three months before by Santos, was finally accepted and was in processing along with several other new laborers on this Monday morning. As Dr Moreau and the Reuter's news men were preparing to leave, Moreau paused and greeted each of the new workers in French and wished them good luck in their jobs. Ashaki clearly heard the lead clerk say Moreau was going to Brazzaville and coming back in two days. Long since groomed into a sexual plaything for the Portuguese agent Santos, Ashaki was also proficient as a low level Humint, (Human Intelligence) collector. Her math and science skills she used in the Eye Patch would serve her well. She knew as soon as she heard of Moreau's trip the information would be meaningful to Santos. She had only one last stop in her processing with the CA for an identification pass, before she started as supply shipping clerk for both Peace Corps and MSD. The driver dropped Moreau and her traveling party at the helipad at 0830 hours. She gazed into the little crew hut wistfully as she recalled the several tryst she'd had with Wright often there in the hut. Pelham eyed her full ass in her tan safari pants, tight green t shirt and her trademark white sleeveless MSD vest. Promptly at 0900 hours the lightly armed French Puma took off for Brazzaville. As the chopper gained lift, Pelham closed his eyes and he recalled the uninhibited behavior the attractive woman seated next to him exposed with her Chief of Staff and became excited all over again. Later now in the morning Ashaki stood in a line gathered before Lt Dume and Cpl Dibou Youla posing for a little thumb-sized Polaroid mug shot to be placed on her id badge. Both men eyed the attractive young woman who was in a blue and gold African dress. Her thrusting 38C cantaloupe sized breast even with a bra on jostled inside the garment. In the sweltering HQ Tent for CA, Ashaki noticed a group of soldier in shiny fresh camouflaged uniforms getting their pictures taken for badges. There appeared to be a dozen of them milling about. She noticed they wore soft bush hats or caps but not the steel helmets like the usual CA troops she saw come by the Eye Patch or guarding the Pointe Noir compound. She recognized this should be reported also to Santos. The line shortened some and she moved forward and approached Cpl Youla. She leaned forward slightly, her bust line even more noticeable to his alert eyes and spoke in rapid Congolese. "Sir I have an emergency with my family in the village. Can I please go next so as not to lose my lunch period on the first day of my new job?" she pleaded. The fit handsome corporal shrugged his shoulders and cleared her to process ahead of the others. The morning schedule called for Dr. Girard to teach a public health class for several of the new laborers and at least six of the new CA soldiers. Many of the mission's new workers who had lived and worked in traditional Congolese villages and towns would have scant knowledge of sanitation routines even in the austere environment of the MSD and Allied compound. Claire wore a white cotton smock that looked more suited for a brunch at a Paris country club. It made her a mouthwatering sight for all males present in the tent where the class was being taught to about 15 personnel including 6 of the new CA troops assisted by a Congolese nurse. Just before the noon break period for lunch, Wright ambled by alone on one of his management by walk about sorties. He stood in the rear of the tent, watching Girard conduct her lecture and the personnel reaction to it. The chemise she wore beneath the smock did not fully conceal her underwear or figure inside the smock. The arching lines of her panties were seen in bas relief, her juicy areolae and nipples formed impressions through her garments. Just watching her speak and gesture at the material on the chalk board caused Wright's dick to grow turgid. As she finished her summary and dismissed the personnel for lunch he remained in the tent. Shaking hands with the occasional new employee as they filed by. Claire strode up to the Chief of Staff and extended her hand jokingly, "Dr Wright did you enjoy my class?" The thrusting curves of Girard's body excited Wright to the point he longed to grope her as the last Congolese left the tent. "A superb class Dr. Girard. What are you doing for lunch?" he added reaching for the tent door flap, unsnapping it thus lowering it and concealing them from any passerby's. "Whatever you'd like for me to do sir." She answered meekly, glancing down at the growing bulge in his slacks. Wright smiled crookedly, pleased she did not renege on their agreement before instructing her. "Come to my hut in ten minutes." She shivered and her nipples tensed with giddy anticipation as she exited the tent flaps her lush hip churning sensually for his rakish view. He let her cross to the other side of the clay street before leaving himself. Brazzaville City Airport The French chopper landed safely. A small legation of MSD, French Consul and Congo Interior Ministry were there to greet Dr. Moreau. Jean Dumars, the regional Head of MSD West Africa had communicated to the pilot of the chopper the photo-op nature of the arrival. The Head and French Consul wanted Moreau's dismount to be videoed with narrative from the Reuters team. After the engines spooled down the pilot conveyed the message to Moreau and Pelham. Moreau rolled her eyes in disgust as the crew chief slung the door open while giving a sardonic smile to Pelham and his camera man. The camera man swept in and got the attractive face and hairdo of Dr. Moreau while silently he and Pelham both wanted to pan the camera for a view of her 42 inch ass and glorious thighs as she strode toward Dumars. In addition to the Reuters video guy a French military photographer shot 6 or 7 quick 35mm shots of the MSD head doctor from Pointe Noir. The introductions were rapidly concluded and Dumars had Moreau and the Reuters team loaded into a Consul vehicle for a ride to lodging where he'd placed the conference attendees at a guest villa for their stay. During the ride to the villa near MSD HQ, Simone learned their afternoon was free and they would be traveling to a lake that nearly straddled the border with the Democratic Republic of Congo Kinshasa. Once in her room Moreau got changed and unpacked. Luckily she had brought one of her bathing suits with her. Apparently the schedule allowed her to have about 3 hours at the lake known as Stanley Pool before returning to the villa for a meet and greet social with her colleagues from around Angola, Cameroon and Congo. With a thin bathrobe on her arm Moreau met Pelham and cameraman in the hallway in a blue and gold one piece swimsuit. Never a shrinking violet, Simone Moreau was totally naked under the swimsuit. Her mature sensual body was on fleshly display despite the conservative swimsuit she wore. The thrusting deliciousness of her breast meat and nipples showed nicely and would be almost obscene once she got wet. The thick bundle of her auburn pubic bush were jammed into the crotch piece of the suit and would surely be a losing battle if she sat or lay on her back at the lake. Immediately after seeing the cameraman she spoke up, "The next few hours until the social are not on the record. And I want no pictures taken Mr. Pelham, is that clear?" Pelham and his crewman nodded and fell in behind her walking down to the exit of the Villa where they were joined by two French para military agents who made up the security detail. Pointe Noir MSD Compound Wright was seated on his sofa wearing a just a thin muslin robe when she knocked softly at the rear door of his hut. His turgid dick lolled between his legs as he sprawled, his robe tied loosely trying to cool off with the help of the lazy ceiling fan churning overhead. "Come in you beautiful tart." He said gruffly. Hearing her step into the wooden threshold, he added, "Latch it and come here." Claire was already antsy for whatever the Chief of Staff wanted of her she didn't care. She walked in and stood before Wright her hands clenched behind her back, fingers twisting staring down at his groin. "You know very well Claire," Wright snarled, "that sneaking into male staff huts is forbidden." Deciding to play a little dominance and submission skit on her. "Y-yes sir." Dr Girard sighed barely audible. Her smock could not conceal her juicy body with closely spaced tits and the spacious cheeks of her magnificent ass. Her gray-green eyes were wide and anxious to begin the sex play. She was already antsy staring earnestly at his groin still. "I am inclined to spare you punishment this afternoon if you will be a good girl. Do you understand me?" "Ohh! Si-sir! I just..." "No nonsense now. I'm with in my rights to order a good thrashing of that big bottom of yours my girl. Instead, I want to know if you have had anal sex since coming here." I fiery blush came over Girard's cheeks and crept up her face and she babbled out, "Oh no sir, not that not yet at least." "Very well for being truthful I may spare you the 20 strokes of my belt on your lovely bare arse. Take off the smock this instant." Wright directed. When she quickly obeyed. "Now the chemise." Was his next order. "Oh sir, oh please I couldn't stand it. I'll do it... anything you want only don't whip me like that!" she whined out staring pathetically at his knotted belt on the robe. "Oh,.are you... are you going to fuck me...sir?" Girard droned on. "I told you before I will be lenient if you are a very good tart. I take it you don't want to taste the belt? Shut up and do as you told or I might whip that juicy arse." Red faced the young doctor obeyed, shimmied out of the chemise and let it drop to the floor before him. Damn her tits were juicy Wright thought to himself. Nice upstanding and not in need of a bra. His dick was now savagely rampant and leaking pre cum sap. And he untied the robe so she could see it plainly. "Ohh, Dr. Wright!" was her gulped out reaction as she spied the dribbling head of his dick. The loose foreskin peeled back. Get down on your knees Claire, cuddle my cock in your soft hands and start kissing it all over." He ordered. "Oh I haven't done anything like this since leaving France, sir!" she groaned, getting into the role play, not able to take her eyes off the medium sized dick. "It's that or the 20 cuts on your bare behind Girard, so make up your mind and do it quickly," was his irritated comment as he talked to her as if she were an errant teenager in a boarding school. She put both hands around the gnarled shaft and leaned in to begin kissing it, her lips brushing just lightly over the taut shaft of his aching dick. Her lips smooching on the thin but throbbing veins in the dick. This was just like back in the suburban clinics outside London. He had one servile housewife Rowena Norris, from High Wycombe whom he loved playing spank and suck games with. She would come to him while her husband was away on a North Sea oil rig literally itching to be spanked and to suck and get fucked in her holes. So depraved she was, she'd mail him a pair of her worn knickers the week before she came to the appointment to alert him to her horny needs. "That's lovely," he gasped. "Now do it slower and all over down to my bollocks and back to the tip." At the Eye Patch during her lunch break Ashaki entered glancing immediately at a shelf that contained the liquor preferred by most Westerners. Santos used a simple trade craft messaging system for his Humint spies. Each of the four Congolese collectors who spied for him had a method to pass their deliverables. Some were by dead drops that Santos or one of his minions would collect at a time and place. Ashaki's was even simpler. If she saw a bottle of Johnny Walker Red Scotch, placed on the shelf with the face label turned to the rear so as to face the mirror behind the bar, she was cleared to place written messages in hidden compartment near the stairs leading to Santos' flat. She could also climb the stairs and enter his flat after knocking. She climbed the stairs to deliver her report. As Claire's lips and tongue rove over and up and down Wright dick, she deliberately agitated the weeping eye of his pole with her tongue. Her taste buds sizzled from the salty tang of his dick lube further causing her lusty thrills. His dick throbbed madly in his groin as she held it now gently in her left hand as he played and teased her tits and ever stiffening nipples. "Now stand and turn about, put your hands on the back of your neck, tilt your head back and don't move until I say so." This pose thrust the round breast out till they were taut as a drum and also emphasized the superb bubble shaped roundness of her behind. Wright immediately reached for it and excitedly let his fingers roam at will over the warm twitching globe meat that escaped from her panties. Squeezing and pinching here and there he made her gasp and squirm deliciously. "Hold still you saucy tart!" was his admonishment to her after a wicked firm pinch of the left hind cheek. "It seems you do want the belt then." "Oh no sir, oh no...I don't please, I'll do what you want it's just this is so awful!" She whined out. "And this is awful too?" he sarcastically added as quickly slipped his left hand round to her smooth belly, caressed it gently for a moment and then glided it down until he palmed her hairy young pussy hole. His right hand patting her bottom cheeks, he slid his left forefinger under the pantie crotch between the slick piss flaps and began to tickle the rim of her pussy. Claire fully into the lusty play now yelped a frantic little squeal, clenching her thighs and made the blunder of grabbing at his hand. "What's this now? Is this how you show your appreciation for being let off the belt, Claire?" "Oh. I... I didn't meant it Dr. Wright...honestly. Please don't punish me its only...I'm ashamed..." For a moment he almost deviated from his role play and simply flung her to the sofa and hopped on and Speared into her hot juicy pussy. Instead gripping her at the waist, he turned her sideways to the left bent her over his knee with his left arm pinning her down so her tits mashed against the edge of the sofa and then he laid on a flurry of quick stinging slap all over her upturned, plump asscheeks. This turned the exposed skin outside her mint green panties from a delicious white to an even more exciting rose tint. Claire squealed and sobbed realistically as she had been caught off guard, tried to put her hands behind her to cover up. "I'll be good, I'll go into the bedroom and do anything in the world, I promise. Oh ...please don't spank me any more sir, please!" "Very well. Now suppose--and I mean it, Girard you get down and on your knees and take care of me." The next hesitation and you are getting not twenty but thirty licks of the strap and you will feel them." Her hands plunged behind her to rub and soothe her flaming bottom as she sank quickly down on her knees. This time, without any waiting she opened her mouth and took the tip of his dick then closed her lips and began a very noisy sucking. Dr. Wright, digging his nails into the sofa, gave explicit orders. From time to time he made her disgorge his gleaming spike, rub it on her face fondly then attack it with the tip of her tongue down towards the scrotum and back, pausing to lave the hairy nuts with dutiful passion. Out of his mind in rut, Wright shivered recalling the days when Rowena from High Wycombe would slurp and drool on his dick, in the air conditioned comfort of his exam rooms in the clinic. Finally unable to hold out any longer he ordered "Now open your mouth and take all you can and get ready!" A few moments later, with a bawl of delight, "Awwww" the Chief of Staff felt himself explode into the panting choking mouth of the lovely nearly naked doctor. Claire choked a bit but managed to swallow the gloppy gelatinous salty, seed. Still wanting to play some he ordered her to lay back on the sofa and he crouched before her between her lush naked thighs and lapped her pussy so expertly first through her panties and then with the crotch panel pulled to the side. He goaded her pebbly clit so that she soon arched and twisted and babbled about wanting to fuck him and Roux together at any time and place of his choosing. Stanley Pool Lake At the lake the Pointe Noir MSD Leader saw a couple of her colleagues from around the region and talked shop with them. Pelham and his cameraman ambled around talking to Europeans and Africans to get background on how they viewed the MSD effort in West Africa. Moreau learned during the gossip session she would be appointed in the conference to head a regional PEG or Performance Evaluation Group, Dumars was forming. The new PEG was designed to have the country heads such as Moreau constantly working on improvement of their operations to achieve efficiencies without hands on control by Dumars. Moreau and one fellow male director waded into the cooling waters up to their midriffs, talking softly among themselves as they moved along the parallel to the bank of the lake. She went onto inform the male colleague of the rough outline of what improvement initiatives she had attempted with the aid of Defense Attaché Laurent. Despite all the other attractive women in or near the water, Pelham's gaze washed over Simone Moreau as she glided along the water. With her swimsuit now wet clearly to just below her tits, he felt his arousal starting anew. Foremost on his mind now was how to get some time along with Dr. Moreau. Her swimsuit was almost transparent even from a distance where Pelham and his assistant stood, they could see her lovely skin and the thick coiled spread of her pussy bush. Pelham then started walking in the opposite direction along the shore line intending to intercept her on the opposite side of the lake. Meanwhile her colleague only continued a pace with her for another 200 yards before he veered off toward a small cabana where drinks were served. Moreau and Pelham met on the western shore of the lake. She had been almost childlike in her manner as she walked the shore line, scooping water up as she strolled. Sadly to him she was just all voluptuousness, a ripe specimen of mature female. MSD Compound Pointe Noire At the end of the work day it became shockingly clear to Dr. Girard, PFC Makanga had no intention of ceasing his blackmail of her. When she returned to her hut she found a sealed envelope with a note inside in French instructing her to be at the Motor pool gate at 1930 hours and to surprise the PFC and Jomo with something from the French duty free shop. Dr. Girard thought of ignoring the summons, however still being a little edgy after her spanking session with Dr. Wright she decided to carry out the rendezvous. Truth be known she was actually antsy for the rough but passionate sex with the two working class Congolese. American Embassy Luanda At 1600 hours just before quitting time Karen got a call put through to her desk from the British Consulate...once she came on the line it was a simple message in a British West Midlands accent saying calmly, "Watch out for pedestrians." Karen sat bolt upright in her chair at her small desk. That phrase was her positive reply from the MI-6 that her dead drop had been received and processed. She glanced around anxiously, hoping she had neither been seen nor heard by the Danvers woman. Danvers was busy at the moment scanning cable traffic that was spitting from the telex machine. Bev Laurent was in a hastily called meeting with Embassy officials about the information flowing from the telex about a missing Cuban national, Velma Nunez who the CIA suspected of being a covert agent and not a civilian missionary. CIA and DIA wanted her found and exploited before the Portuguese, South Africans or others did. The Chief of Mission decided a search under cover of search and rescue assistance would be the preferred option. MSD Compound Pointe Noir After her evening meal Claire shopped for cigarettes, a small transistor radio for Makanga and two quart bottles of American beer she intended to give to the men when she met them later. Luckily it was now slightly after dark and except for a lone bulb illuminating the gate, Dr. Girard was able to remain concealed in the shadows as she arrived at the appointed time. Her courage and sense of adventure waivered initially when she saw Makanga at the gate and not the Motor pool laborer who had been on duty the last time she met the men. Smooth and dominant as always, Makanga reached for her shoulders and leaned in to kiss her then greeted her with a cheery "Good evening Doctor Girard." Claire heated up immediately from his salutation. She had refrained from using any of her dildos earlier in the afternoon after her tryst with Wright. So now her loins throbbed and ached with sexual need. Plainly she was ready to fuck and suck. Makanga took the messenger bag from her without even looking at the goodies inside and steered her toward the sparse dispatch office of the motor pool. His left arm encircled her waist and she did not remove it. Dressed in tan chino-style slacks and a colorful blouse, she wore only a matching underwear set of a red bra and bikini style panties under clothing. As she entered the office, she smiled at seeing Jomo but momentarily lurched upon noticing Jomo was not alone. Two other Congolese laborers were lounging on the old sofa they had took her on before. Makanga introduced the new guys as Oba, and Mobu as they stood from the sofa to be introduced to the pretty European doctor. Makanga stood directly behind her his slowly hardening truncheon rubbing erotically against her left butt cheek through his uniform trousers and her slacks. It mattered not to her that they were only common laborers. Claire Girard was fit to be ravished sexually. Her eyes closed and she shivered lightly as Makanga began to kiss her on the back of her neck while Jomo held her right hand and drew it to his throbbing tool inside his shorts. The two new minions of PFC Makanga stood and watched incredulously, both feeling their 9 inch spikes coming to life at the erotic sight of the French doctor. When Jomo felt her hand close around the length of his 10 and half inches he smiled and began unbuttoning her blouse exposing the creamy white cleavage and grapefruit sized tits. He was pleased and excited she was not resisting. Makanga unbuckled the thin cotton belt to her slacks and shimmied them down her shapely torso as she stepped from them she kept her two inch sandals on, adding a sexy jut to her body as she stood before the lusty Africans. Jomo eased her into a sitting position on the worn sofa. Her legs spread wide affording the men a direct view of her pussy packed panties. TO BE CONTINUED.