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 Doctors in the Shadows 11 MSD Compound Motor Pool All four men stood before
the seated Dr.  Girard with their dicks rampantly erect in some stage of
undress.  The new laborers in their zeal had shucked their work shorts to
the floor.  Jomo simply twisted his mammoth pole through the fly of his
work shorts into view.

   Makanga did the same as he sat to her left side and leaned across her
chest, sucking and nibbling on her juicy breasts, his dark pole sticking up
from his jungle fatigue pants.

   Claire literally swooned from the eroticism of what she was feeling. 
The mingled warm odors of the men's groins assaulted her delicate feminine
nostrils turning her on further as their masculine scent enveloped her.

   Oba was extremely eager to thrust his pole in her face.  The young 23
year old shuffled a step closer and shoved his pole toward her, "Suck it
please." He snarled.

   Girard dove to the hard meat taking five inches on her first lunge and
thrilling even more from the hot length of man meat.

   American Embassy Luanda Gloria was becoming enamored with Karen.  She
loved that she was a hard worker, but really liked her submissive nature.
They had even played a session of stink finger earlier in the day, when
Gloria had come to Karen's desk and sat besides her pretending to review
some work.  In mere moments Gloria was groping the redheaded lovely.

   Now however, Gloria was really preoccupied with the telex, even though
she wanted to be alone with another woman and not necessarily Laurent.

   Holding several sheets of thermal printed cable traffic she stepped into
the SCIF portion of the Econ office--Karen was not cleared to be in there.
Gloria, as she always did being the femme in Laurent's couple she had on a
cute but professional dress ending 3 inches above her knees.  Gloria wanted
to not work late or rush home to their penthouse.

   Right at 1620 hours a call came from Laurent saying she had to work
late. Gloria knew immediately it was due to the telex traffic.  But she
perked up quickly when Bev said, "Please get Karen on a shuttle so she can
get home to the Penthouse.  I'm going to be late.  See ya tomorrow."

   Gloria's mood brightened quickly upon hearing she would be alone with
the British woman.  As the mission situation was requiring Laurent to spend
the night at the Embassy.  Her mind immediately began sketching ideas for
some intimate games.

   Leaving at 1630, Gloria called a discreet taxi service that she and
Laurent often used when they were off duty.  She and Karen were picked up
shortly after she called and they made their way downstairs at the Embassy.

   Gloria had the taxi take them on a short scenic drive up to Coquerios
Municipal Stadium looking into Luanda Bay.  Several times as the driver
took the winding roads, the women would be rolled into each other on the
back seat.  On one such wicked left turn, Karen was sprawled nearly into
Gloria's lap.  The American immediately reached her right arm around the
redhead's smooth waist and boldly grasped her juicy breasts before she
settled back into her seat.

   Gloria said something in Angolan to the driver and he pulled into the
shadows of the stadium parking lot letting the engine of his small Toyota
Corolla idle with the cooling air conditioning remaining on.

   As the sun continued its descent into the Atlantic Ocean just off shore,
Gloria took Karen in her arms kissing her deeply her one hand sliding under
the hem of the Brits modest but conservative dress.  "Don't put me off
baby...you know what I want!  Gloria whispered heatedly to the redhead.

   Karen kissed the brunette American wantonly easing her legs apart so
Gloria could palm the humid trench at the juncture of her thighs after
first squeezing her left knee.

   "C'mon pull your dress up, show..., it to me.  I need to see what I'm
going to get later." Gloria groaned out.  "Bev says I have to take you
home. She's got to work late.  She will see us later" Gloria had her hand
between Karen's legs and was smearing her cunt sap all over Karen's crotch
and up between Karen's asscheeks.

   The two women moaned, as fingers slid into Karen's cunt.  Gloria watched
the Brit's eyes roll and got turned on even more.

   The musky smell of heated woman pussy filled the back of the taxi.  The
driver ignored them.

   Stanley Pool Lake As Pelham advanced to the far side of the lake and
drew closer to the approaching Dr.  Moreau, he could see the shimmering
lake water cling to her smooth shapely thighs like condensation on a glass
of lemonade on a hot day.

   She spoke first to break the ice, "Well Mr.  Pelham are you looking
forward to our little social tonight?" He watched at her pensively before
responding.  Moreau knew she was a mouthwatering sight despite her age. 
But her carefree spirit was the same as when she was a young rebellious
school girl/un jeune rebelle fille de l'ecole.

   Now taking a position to her left and walking alongside her Pelham said
boldly, "I'd rather have a quiet dinner and conversation with you to find
out what the Allies are doing right in this corner of Africa."

   She answered forth rightly, "Some other time perhaps après la
conference/after the conference we can do that." She said cheerfully in her
sexy voice.

   After they covered a little further distance, one of the French
para-military agents came along to remind them it was time to return to the
villa.

   In the cooling expanse of the main dining room of the Villa the staff of
MSD in Congo and the surrounding region were in good spirits and happy to
see old colleagues and get a small diversion from the stresses of their
missions.

   All the gathered MSD staff and western politicians all knew though that
the horrors and dread of their missions would return in the morning.

   Pelham and his cameraman were at the paid bar sipping beer as Dr. 
Moreau entered from the lobby.  The silver lame' cocktail frock she wore
fit her almost like a glove.  Her thrusting tits were encased in a bra but
could not contain their lusty wobble as she walked on four inch heels.

   When she got to the bar Pelham handed her a cognac on the rocks,
adding..."Your earrings are exquisite Madame." To which Moreau smiled and
performed a little curtsy.

   After everyone was seated the Villa staff served dinner and wine while
twenty or more conversations vied for precedence among the attendees.

   The cognac and Champaign flowed oh so freely courtesy of the MSD budget.
The dinner had really been just so, but the socializing was enlightening.
Pelham had even been able to establish some contacts which may lead to some
worthwhile sources down the line for his West African beat.

   His cameraman even got a remarkable still shot of Moreau when she
stepped onto the terrace for a cigarette.  She was sitting perched on a
lounge stool, the slit up the left side of her silver dress exposed her
black garter strap where it clipped to the clinging expanded lace tops of
her black stockings on her upper thighs.  It was an overall voyeuristic
delight.

   The cameraman informed Pelham Moreau was on the terrace smoking after he
rejoined the table.  Pelham immediately sought her out.

   "Well Director are you ready for the dog and pony show tomorrow?" He
asked her, causing her to turn to the sound of his voice.

   She'd been staring into the jungle deep in thought.  She felt very naked
under her dress as she worked her legs against each other.  Her pussylips
had swollen and a liquid like hot melted butter was oozing between them. 
Maybe it was the drinks and company.  She could detect the faint aroma of
her own hot pussy, and she was glad there were only a few others on the
terrace.

   She'd recalled the best day of her life and ever since then she'd spit
at authority.  Ever since then, she'd been a naughty person who frowned on
conventional authority, a woman who delighted in testing the forbidden to
see what joys, what pleasures the forbidden held.  Her parents, her
teachers the nuns, her minister -- the authorities had all lied to her
about life.  Simone Moreau now took pleasure where she found it.

   "Oh Mr.  Pelham how nice of you to join me.  Care for a cigarette?" She
asked.  He hesitated, then licked his right thumb.  He took the cigarette
graciously, but wanted more.  He`d watched her throughout the cocktail and
dinner period of the gathering--he knew she was buzzed just like at the
dinner party in Pointe Noir.

   The shy newsy stepped behind her holding his now lit smoke and whispered
as he leaned over her shoulder, "You're the most lovely and sophisticated
woman here tonight.  I just want to worship you." He finished in a somewhat
louder voice.

   Moreau shifted out of her reverie of thoughts and replied.  "This needs
to be divorced from your coverage of me and my agency.  There is no quid
pro quo." She then told him to meet her in her suite in 5 or 6 minutes.  He
did just that.

   He arrived at her door mere moments later.  She opened immediately upon
his discreet knock.  Where she kissed him just inside the door as she
closed and locked it.

   He simply dropped to his knees before her, first nuzzling and smooching
her wonderful thighs through her dress.

   She wormed her right hand inside the slit in her dress and into her
panties where she then dipped her two forefingers into her moist sump. 
Upon withdrawing the fingers she glazed his lips with the pungent cream

   right from her woman crevice.  "Taste good, Monsieur Pelham?" Simone
delighted in watching the man sample her fragrant pussy juice.

   She wanted more than just to tease him by now.  The crotch of her
panties was soaked with her pussy juice.  She teasingly shoved him saying,
"Lay on the floor Monsieur." Then she shifted on all fours down along his
body until she could reach his fly.  In a moment she had his zipper down
and his thin seven and half inch dick out in the air.

   "Christ, you're a juicy piece!" he hissed.

   She had her wet crotch over his face and now she squirmed her hips
suggestively.  "Shhhs!" She bleated.  Grabbing her ass, he pulled her
crotch down to his face and nuzzled her juice-soaked beige panties.  The
smell of her pussy juice seemed to drive him wild.  He slurped and chewed
on her wet crotch and then she finally pushed herself away and scrambled to
strip off her dress.

   "I haven't had a woman like you ever!" he wheezed.  "You're a dream!"

   She blushed.  Her cunt was boiling.  When the dress and panties were
gone, she moved to stand over him again.

   "Let me eat you...please!" he whispered.  "I like sucking cunt!"

   "We can do it as I say," she said, bending down, her tongue tickling his
ear.  "Don't worry I may suck you later.

   He shimmied out of his shirt and trousers and stretched out on his back
on the rug and let her straddle him so that they could suck each other at
the same time.  Within moments they were gobbling each other.  Groaning
with pleasure, she dropped her plush auburn haired pussy down on his face
and squirmed the hot meat of her pussy on his nose and chin.

   "Mmmmmppphhh!" Pelham groaned.

   For two to three minutes she lightly scratched his nuts and the stalk of
his dick.  Then she bobbed her head up and down on his cock, taking his
dick head halfway down her throat at the end of each stroke.  She could
feel his nose tickling her asshole.  She fingered his ball-bag, pushing his
nuts around.  Tickling the hairy rim of his asshole, finally she pushed the
entire length of her middle finger inside his shitter.

   Mewling with delight, she swooped her mouth down to engulf the spongy
knob of his dick.  He was just the right size.  He had a spike that could
be sucked a long time without making her jaws hurt.  She bobbed her head up
and down on his throbbing pole, fucking her face on his dick, drooling
saliva over his cock and nuts.

   "Awwwgh." He groaned out.  The finger in his ass made him a little
crazy. She lifted up and stepped away, to sit on the couch and pull her
legs up to show him her pussy.  Her substantial lush thighs flexed in the
nylons, stretching the expanded tops sexily.  He was demented with lust and
didn't know what was coming.

   Pulling her snatch lips open with her fingers, she exposed the pink-red
meat of her pussy to his eyes.

   "Just stay like that!" she croaked.  "Don't move!" He was already
craning his neck to keep his perverted gaze on her loins.

   The cool air pleasantly tickled her gaping pussy hole.  She spied her
hair brush in her purse and grabbed it up.  The handle was big, bigger than
his dick and her pussy quivered at the sight of it.

   "Oh myyy!" Pelham hissed.  "What?" She gasped out.

   "What are you going to do?" He thought she was going to tease his dick.
"I like to watch!  I love spying on gorgeous women in their private
moments" he gushed out.

   She ran the fat knob over the insides of her thighs and then between her
swollen lips.  Pelham lay on his back, and feasted his glittering eyes. 
We're a pair, she thought.  He likes to watch and I like to be watched when
I'm horny!  A shudder ran through her body as she confronted her twisted
lust.  First with her Chief of Staff and now with this newspaper
journalist.

   His dick throbbed and lurched, dribbling shiny clear drops of pre cum.
He reached for it.  "No Monsieur...not until I tell you." She admonished

   "Smssk, splork, smmsppsl." The brush handle sounded on the rich glaze of
her woman sap as she shoveled the 6 inches into her pussy.  "Uhh,
uh...aww." She groaned out.  The fuck feel coursing through her mature
body.

   Her pretty face contorted in lust as she fucked herself before him and
narrowed her eyes into barely open slits.  Her minded traveled to a long
ago reminiscent of her lustful past.  She thought back to her days in high
school and the young pretty lesbian nun who was so infatuated with her
juicy 16 year old curves.  The thoughts of the things the two of them used
to do first alone and then with other like-minded teachers near her home of
Montmartre.

   Moreau shivered in lust as she recalled the early seductions and
experimentation with orgasm denial, playful discipline spanking, oral sex,
even water sports all under the guise of extra academic help for the lusty
Simone Moreau.

   Moreau shifted from a sitting to kneeling position with her back toward
Pelham.  Her head glancing back over her left shoulder to insure he did not
touch his dick as she worked the brush with her left hand.  Frothy streaks
of pussy juice clung to the brush...it was the perfect dildo.  Much like
the sexual aids Sister Suzanne had used on her.

   "Come kneel close to my hind end...  but don't touch it...just lick it."
She babbled out.  Her mind steadily buffeted with the erotic thoughts of
the games she played with Sister Suzanne.  The strangely broad childish
face of the pretty 30 year old nun who seemed to always become excited when
helping Simone.  Moreau's mind floated away on the erotic memories as
Pelham licked her svelte ass cheeks and the valley between them.

   The private school was in walking distance to Simone's upper middle
class home.  The first experience came when Simone asked the Sister for
some help with major math and science exams.  The nun agreed only if Simone
would attend the remedial lesson at the little boarding room flat at the
rear campus quadrangle.

   Sister Suzanne immediately charmed the curvy Simone with warm tea,
sweets and flattering remarks about her curly auburn hair and girlish
figure.  Their talks grew more and flirtatious as the tutoring sessions
continued prior to the exam.  To the point that Simone showed no alarm when
Sister Suzanne asked if her virginity was intact.

   The answer given by the girl led to the opening for the nun to reveal
she maintained her chastity by practiced autoeroticism in the privacy of
her flat.

   It was on the third tutoring session Simone asked the nun how she could
gain sufficient pleasure to avoid being exploited by boys and Sister
Suzanne agreed to show her.  The Sister ushered her into her small sleep
chamber of the flat and into a bedside chair as she sat on the side of her
bed.

   The nun removed her cowl, hood and outter garment revealing a crisp
linen white chemise which barely concealed her prominent breasts held in a
conservative 1954 brassiere.

   Simone's eyes gleamed with excitement when Sister Suzanne turned toward
her chair and slid her plain white panties off with her legs slightly
spread.  Simone knew she was about to see something special.

   The nun found the nub of her clit and began to worry and agitate it with
her middle right finger, as her left hand parted her thick blonde bush for
Simone to see her actions better.  Powerful vibrations warmed Suzanne's
body as she played with herself.  The sister lay back with a pillow behind
her back, her thighs gloriously full and cranked open so her scent could
waft toward Simone.

   Simone moaned softly, hooked on what she was seeing.  "When you are home
alone, you may try it.  Tell me how you feel after.  But please do not tell
anyone I shared this with you." Sister Suzanne said sternly as she played
in her grotto.

   Simone Moreau fingered herself twice that evening before her parents
came home, and after.  Very few days went by where she was without a finger
dancing between her parted thighs.  Simone started smelling and tasting
herself.  She'd often hurry into a school bathroom to run a finger between
her legs, bringing it to her nose and tingling in excitement for the way
she smelled.  She would lick her fingers, return for more, and clean her
fingers quickly with her tongue before her next class.

   Simone became an auto erotic mess.  She enjoyed sniffing her own
panties. She was highly aroused by her own scent and soon learned to
masturbate while holding the moist panties over her nose, inhaling her
young hot feminine aromas as she rubbed her clit.  She'd even done it once
at school before her class with Sister Suzanne.

   At her next tutoring session two weeks later with Sister Suzanne, she
told her she was guilty over enjoying the masturbation so much.

   Suzanne told her not to feel guilty and to shed her remorse by allowing
the nun to lightly punish her for her transgressions.  The sister again
urged a vow of secrecy before saying, "I'll teach you to kiss the special
place between my legs as penitence until I absolve you of this small sin.
Then you will be spanked lightly as a testament to your obedience."

   Simone felt a flush come to her skin upon hearing the sister say so
directly she wanted her to lick her pussy.  Simone in recent weeks had no
trouble getting off hard thinking of tasting her female classmates or even
having them taste her.  She'd even imagined kneeling between their legs,
licking and sniffing them, causing them to moan and experience La petite
mort/The little death.  She was not afraid of being spanked either both her
parents had corrected her that way before.

   "Go into my sleep chamber and sit at the foot of my bed." The nun
ordered as she went and locked the outter door.  Sister Suzanne had some
math problems wrote on loose leaf paper on a small desk near the bed.  She
brought two cups of tea into the sleep area for them to sip as they
discussed the math problems.

   Simone smiled often at the nun who still wore her cowl and head piece,
feeling happy but aroused from the tea and the return smiles of the mature
nun.  The blonde sister was pretty, even more she was arousing as she
treated Simone with respect and was always honest with her.  Simone could
feel her panties grow moist and sticky under her school outfit as the
afternoon went on.

   After thirty minutes of both math and science work, Sister Suzanne
removed her cowl and outter dress.  Leaving the chemise and panties on.

   MSD Compound Motor Pool The tryst in the Motor Pool office was in full
and fierce abandon.  Jomo and Makanga had Girard on her hands and knees on
the worn out couch.  As Jomo drilled into her from behind, his dark pole
glistened with shiny proof of her excitement as it lanced into the sweaty
clutch of her pussy.

   Makanga knelt before her, his trousers about his knees as he face fucked
into her pretty red lips smudging her lipstick almost comically.  Dr. 
Girard sucked the shiny wet truncheon as if she needed it to live.  Frothy
white bubbles, and strings of her saliva streaked the black dick.

   On either side of her Oba and the older laborer, Mobu knelt and hunched
their dark gristles into her smooth hands where she jerked their dicks
evenly.  She shivered in lust and moaned, "Glah, Glah, Glah." Around
Makanga's pole as she sucked it, her eyes closed in lustful concentration.

   The laborers babbled in Congolese, begging Makanga for a chance at
Claire's oral delights.

   "Mmmmm, Mmmmmmmmm." Moans of pleasure escaped from between her lips
which were firmly closed around the top of the dick just below Makanga's
glans.  The man said nothing just knelt still while she masturbated and
fellated him.

   The PFC put his hand on the top of her head and stroked her hair while
she continued sucking him noisily.  He pulled her head closer to him and
his cock sank deeper into her mouth.  By now it must have been almost in
her throat but she didn't stop sucking, licking and stroking.  Every few
thrusts she took it out, licked the head and then put him back in.

   "Aaaaaahhhh, Oh yes." She was a noisy sucker.  "Ohhhhhhh, Mmmmmmm"
Girard was so uninhibited now it did not matter how shameful her display
was with the Africans.

   After a few moments more, Jomo coaxed Makanga to let them alternate. 
They lay her on her back and allowed Oba to kneel on the edge of the couch
and wedge his meat into her shiny wet cunt.

   Jomo and Mobu stood up near her shoulders alternating fucking into her
pretty face.

   "You're a dirty little bitch." The older man said in French.  The first
time he had spoken to Claire since this started.  He suddenly thrust
forward hard with his hips and his cock went right into Claire's throat.  A
few seconds later he withdrew and it was clear he had ejaculated as there
was a long thick shiny thread of semen hanging from the end of his dick and
running back over Claire's tongue.

   "Fuck that was good." He intoned wiping the end of his 9 inch dick on
her face and then without further ado turning away and walking off to stand
near a small table fan.

   Jomo was now the focus of Claire's attention and she worked frantically
to bring him off bending forward to take him in her mouth.  He had the same
issue of most young men, he was too quick.  As soon as she got her lips to
the tip of his penis he lost control, pulled it out and shot jizz all over
her face.  It was dripping off the bridge of her nose and running down over
her lips and off her chin.

   The scene was so nasty hot, Oba lost his concentration, his eyes rolling
up into his head eerily as he started his orgasmic spasm.  His first spurt
of nut fired up into her womb, he didn't care but decided before his next
contraction to yank the shiny black dick from her pussy.

   His pole stood up from his sweaty crotch and as he was stepping from
between her legs fired absently up her raised right thigh, lashing her red
panties which were wound midway down her curvy limb.  In the eagerness to
get at her flesh they had not even fully removed her pretty nylon panties.

   With Oba satisfied and standing by the door way as if he was bored but
wanted another go at her, Makanga slid wordlessly between her legs and
began to hunch with his big black dick.  His cock pushed through the
retreating glaze of Oba's nut and her feminine juice flowing from her
snatch.

   Claire simply spread her legs further welcoming the PFC and hunched up
along his dark pole.  She surprised herself by raising her face toward him
and leaning into him, kissing his face and lips.

   Makanga's dick drilled into the clutching depths of Girard's pussy.  His
wiry pubic hairs scratched her lush labia as their loins met.

   The scene was nasty hot.  Hot enough to cause all the sated dicks of the
3 laborers to stiffen in hardness when the PFC grasped her in his muscular
arms and flipped onto his back so the pretty brunette rode him cow girl
style with her curvy hind quarters jutting up invitingly toward the other
men.

   Oba knelt on the floor to her left and began to lick and smooch her
sweet asscheeks.  The pleasing odor of her bath soap and body talc wafted
into his flared nostrils as he drizzled warm saliva into her dime-sized
sphincter.

   Jomo slowly approached her raised hind end and rubbed and massaged her
anal valley sensually.  "Oh Mon dieu/My god." She yipped softly when she
felt the blunt tension of the stiff meat press to the now moist starburst
of her ass.

   His dick felt steel hard.  She did not realize it was him until the
first two inches had gently wormed into her orifice.

   Jomo spoke to Makanga in Congolese, advising him to hold her ass steady
as he was spearing her further on his cock.

   Claire tossed her sweaty hair over her left shoulder and peered back to
her right, catching Jomo in her peripheral vision.  She clenched her anal
track immediately...  as she began to verbalize a protest of the anal
copulation.  "Oh no..." The revived older laborer, Mobu appeared on her
left shoving his restiffened dick into the juicy oval of her mouth.

   Rising onto the balls of his feet Mobu hunched his 9 inches in her face
commandingly.

   Jomo had purchase now after a moment or two and was funneling 7-8 inches
of his dark gristle into her anus.

   So as she rode Makanga's pipe and ate down Mobu's sweaty sausage, Jomo's
lengthy pole pushed down into her anal hole.  On a primal level Claire's
chest swelled with pride that she was handling more than 28 and a half
inches of manhood in her sexual orifices.

   Brazzaville, Moreau's Guest Villa Moreau had moved from her erotic
memories with the nun and now concentrated on tormenting Pelham as she
pleasured her sweet pussy hole.  She shoved the hairbrush in as he licked
alternately her asshole, then the tangy clinging lips of her cunt.

   "Awwf, Aww, yesss, moreeee!" she groaned.  "Smmmsk, smack, smmsk."
Pelham's tongue sounded from between her legs.

   His ramrod hard dick seeped and pulsed out viscous grey white seminal
drippings without being touched.  Pelham sat with his back to the sofa and
his neck canted back painfully as he serviced her.  The power of her hot
feminine odors consumed his entire being as she knelt on all fours above
his face.  TO BE CONTINUED.