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 Doctors in the Shadows 4 Fiction

   Finishing several more glasses of wine for Moreau and beers for Wright,
the MSD head said, "Excuse me I need to step to the loo as you Brits say."

   Moreau's hut had a small portable flush toilet in her sleeping area of
the kind you may see on a pleasure boat in the U.S.

   The now tipsy auburn haired woman didn't fully close her sleeping area
door.  She simply raised her dress and lowered her flimsy pink nylon
panties, squatted and started gushing a full pungent stream of piss from
her hairy auburn-haired pussy.

   Wright didn't even try to avert his eyes.  He stood and quickly moved
closer to a book shelf near the door to the sleep area as he invaded
Moreau's privacy.

   Hearing the woman exclaim, "Ahhh." At the relief to her bladder,
Wright's dick got erect as he watched engrossed in the 44 year old woman's
image.

   Moreau stood and shook her plump bottom in the way women have done since
biblical days.  She pulled her panties up and dropped her dress.

   Wright shivered when he saw her not reach for tissue but simply push the
flush button and exit the sleeping area.

   "Now where were we Neil?" she asked unnerved by the fact he had seen her
on the toilet.

   Claire reached behind her and unbuttoned two buttons at her waist and
just above it.  Then she pulled the dress from her smooth shoulders,
dropped it to the floor and stepped from it.

   Makanga put his hands on his hips in a gesture announcing his leadership
over the proceedings.  This made the shaft of his uncircumcised dick rear
up even more as pearls of clear pre cum dribbled from it.

   Claire thumbed her white nylon panties down off her lush hips and
stepped out of them, before unfastening her matching bra and kneeling dog
fashion on the old couch in the office.  Bent forward with her hands on the
back of the couch she began begging, "Please...please be gentle..."

   When Makanga bent down to look at her pussy closely, she knew he could
smell her juicy cunt.  He humiliated her further by saying, "Look how wet
and smelly your cunt is!"

   When she tried to wriggle away from him, he slapped her ass twice.

   Jomo now naked below the waist sat on the couch back rest blocking her
escape and grabbed her by the hair.  She stared at his rampant erection
right in her face as he stroked his huge shaft.  He grinned at the
humiliated woman before rubbing the head of his 10 plus inches all over
Claire's face smearing his slimy precum in little snail trails across her
pretty face.  Yanking her head he forced the blunt cock head into her
mouth.

   Makanga teased her clitoris a moment before worming his truncheon into
her snug pussy.  "Ohh...oooh....ahhh please it's very big for me." She
yipped out loud in French.  But after just three or four lunges her
fragrant secretions were glazing his dark pole.

   She could not take all of Jomo's dick she well remembered from when they
face fucked her in the beach hut in Madingo-Kaye but she was gamely taking
6 inches now.  Her hot mouth engulfing his black manhood thrilled the
laborer.  But he wanted more.

   He forced two more inches into her, passing her throat opening and this
made her gag and cough, "Gak, gak, carrumpf!"

   He took it out to let her breath a little, then with her eyes watering
and her nose starting to run, her mouth salivating and tasting his pre cum
the debasement started in earnest.

   Makanga swept her hair up in his left hand away from her face so he
could see the oral sodomy.  This allowed Jomo to place one hand under her
face and stroke into it slower which she could handle.  But when Jomo
fucked faster and harder, he made her drool and gag, cough and sputter.

   Dr Girard's throat muscles tightened every time the massive dick touched
the back of her tongue.  She'd shiver and that would cause her pussy to
tighten on Makanga's dick.  Jomo's excitement was shooting into space now
with the realization she was not going to resist them anymore.  He grabbed
her head in both hands and just fucked her face.

   Claire thought she would choke to death.  Her nose ran from the gagging
and tears rolled down her cheeks, saliva dripped from her chin wetting her
juicy tits, wet shiny pearls of her slobber streaked the heavy black dick.

   The mouth fuck was a kinky thrill for Makanga and he just fucked her in
time to Jomo's mouth sodomy of the woman.  He dropped her hair and held her
thighs in a tight grip and pulled her forward and back on his stiff
erection.

   Claire knelt like an obedient puppet on the old couch but after about
ten minutes the pure lusty pleasure began to envelope the 28 year old,
replacing the debasement she felt earlier.

   The woman's mind took flight from the concerns of her disinterested
family back in Toulouse and her problems here at Pointe Noire.  What the
demanding Africans were doing to her now just felt good at a primal level.

   On one out stroke from Jomo's dick in her mouth, she turned back to
Makanga and said in French, "Permettez-moi de le gouter/Let me taste it."

   Makanga grinned and smacked her lush ass playfully as he withdrew from
her swampy pussy.  His dick pulled out with a pop, her wet secretions
slathered the entire length of his dark meat.

   Jomo talked trash to the PFC regarding how now she would feel the dick
of a Cashanga, or Up-Country Congolese.

   Jomo lay on his back as Claire squatted astride him in a cowgirl
position facing his feet.  Makanga stood with his hands on his hips as he
watched her begin to suck and lick his wet dick.

   Claire was grateful for the ability control her rising and descent down
on Jomo's big dick.  The moist sweaty starburst of her asshole was plainly
visible to Jomo's horny gaze.  They all had their own lusty thoughts.  He
knew he would be able to sample that at some point.  Her mind thrilled
immensely to the sexiness of tasting her own feminine juices on Makanga. 
She knew another orgasm would be possible.

   Dr.  Moreau sat back on the sofa and resumed her discussion with her
Chief of Staff, "I am impressed with your work Doctor,--Neil." "I hope you
don't mind if I call you Neil when we are away from other staff?"

   "No of course not Doctor." He replied cheekily as he walked from the
bookshelf holding one of her medical journals and took a seat across the
coffee table from her.

   "Good now do you have a thesis about the codes we never received?" she
asked crossing her shapely thighs affording a view of the smooth skin up
her dress.

   Wright was nearly on the edge of his seat.  The explanation was concise,
he withheld what he observed of Girard's personal behavior in the beach
villa in Madingo.  Finally adding, "Mam we may have a Doctor in the
shadows." "It may benefit us to interview the aircrew who flew us down from
B'ville." (Note: Brit jargon for Brazzaville, the capital).

   Sitting back carelessly, given she was wearing the loose dress, Moreau
replied.  "Go on Neil, it will be important to MSD's success."

   Wright explained his theory that the codes were mishandled during the
trip to Pointe Noir or right after.  Not a military man himself, Wright
deduced that any items destined for the aid station should have been on a
written manifest.  He closed by saying the Embassy's staff should have
started a chain of custody when the codes were packaged and released for
air shipment to Pointe Noire.  This had obviously not been done.

   Noticing a bewildered look on her face, he added.  "Are you with me
boss?"

   "No, no.  Um, I understand.  Uh, I'm sorry.  It's just that I'm not real
good with these military things.  Go on."

   "Perhaps if you could see it in a wire diagram?" He said, his voice
husking up.  "May I write on this journal?

   Simon Moreau nodded gently and scooted to her left on the couch,
signaling she had made room for him to join her on the couch.

   "Dr Moreau I promise you I will solve this problem.  If I could just
have the time and access to your MSD files.'

   "Why of course Neil, you are so loyal and thorough.  Not sure I'll ever
be able to reward you adequately on our budget." She added sourly.

   "Doctor, there is one way." Wright added his left thigh now pressed
gently against her right thigh as he lay the journal on the coffee table
and drew a diagram on it.  "What way is that...Neil?" Moreau stammered.

   Wright summoned all of his typical British fortitude, in for a penny, in
for a pound as they say.  "If you would allow me to sample your feminine
bouquet."

   Wright recalled the odors of wet pussy, female ass, and horny sweat he
encountered in the suburban clinics he worked in.  It so fucking turned him
on and the thought of reliving those experiences that he'd masturbated to
images of the Moreau woman and others several times since arriving at MSD.

   Dr.  Moreau shivered at the suggestion.  "You want to lick my pussy?" A
cascade of hot juice seeped in the crotch of her panties as she envisioned
him inevitably performing oral sex on her.

   "Yesss, and I would certainly respect your limits, and ensure
confidentiality." He gushed out.

   Dr.  Moreau could see the lump in his trousers from his erection.  She
almost moaned out loud at what she was about to do with a subordinate and
she knew it was wrong.  Her need was overpowering, she raised her hips from
the sofa and lowered her pink panties down her substantial thighs.  Upon
sitting back down, she pressed her dress up against her seething crotch and
began to rub her swollen pussy.

   Wright's gaze wove over her mature figure and he could feel ever
increasing drops of pre cum weeping from his dick.

   She shifted on the sofa, turning toward him with her legs open and her
ripe womanly scent wafted up to both her and his flaring nostrils.  He
could smell the recent urine, sweat and soap from her last bath emanating
from her crotch.

   Simone's pussy was fleshy and well-haired, but neatly trimmed.  The piss
flaps hung mashed together from being recently compressed against her humid
panties.

   Wright leaned forward into her lap, kissing and nuzzling the sweet flesh
of her meaty thighs.  When his tongue met the apex of her thighs he swept
it right through the center of her cunt meat, picking up enticing bursts of
flavor from her.

   "OOO!" Moreau moaned from the initial contact.  Her head tossed back and
her eyes lowered as she relaxed to savor the feel of his urgent licks and
laps.

   Wright fisted his cock into the open from his trouser fly stroking it
immediately.  His eyes spied the tight ring of her asshole lightly covered
by dark hairs.  "Your fanny and arse smell so good Doctor." He said in
between licks.

   Makanga teased Girard, "Look at you taking this black cock like a pro."
He said firmly.

   "Yes, yesss.  More...don't stop, please don't stop." Claire mumbled as
Makanga moved around to stand near the head of the sofa so she could keep
sucking him.  It thrilled him to see the woman submitting so easily to
their nasty demands.

   Makanga added icily, "She can never get enough dick." He leaned forward
near her face, but with his wet cock just out of reach of her lips, teasing
her sadistically.

   The woman swept her hair back as it hung wantonly over her face and she
craned her neck toward his outstretched 9 inches.  But this appeared to
pull her up and away from Jomo's carving dick lunges up into her.

   "Where you going?  I thought you wanted more of my Cashanga meat." He
teased gripping her smooth white thighs and pulling her back onto him.

   Turning her pleading eyes toward to Makanga, she hissed out.  "Yessss
daddy...please I want both of you.  Let me suck and fuck you both please!"

   Makanga relented and moved closer.  He was rewarded instantly when she
swooped her face down on fully seven inches of his throbbing and leaking
dick.  "Ahh fuckkk, that's good Dr.  Girard"

   Claire shivered anew.  Somehow when they called her Dr.  Girard it
struck a subconscious cord with her role in Africa.  That she an authority
figure and privileged white could be so reduced to a sexual plaything made
her nipples and pussy throb steadily.

   The thick hard veins on Jomo's dick looked like night crawler worms
running the length of his cock stalk.  These blood pulsing veins stropped
into the juicy pit of Claire's cunt.

   "Oh oomph, yes, splssm." She burbled around the mouthful of black dick
as the black dick plundered her pussy from underneath.

   Jomo eased her onto her side and would pull out until only the head
remained embedded in her snug sump.  It was the kind of masterful screwing
Claire really could enjoy even from an African laborer.

   In the back rear table where Karen Griffin sat as she fumed over the
poorly grilled steak, she tried to consume.  She intended to complain to
the owner, Santos.  Her orders made it clear he may be a player in some
western government's policy scheme in southern Congo so she needed to get
to know him.

   She waited until the African matre'de was busy at the front and she
moved silently up the stairs hoping to encounter the owner of the Eye
Patch.

   The bodies of Santos and Ashaki, a shapely 18 year old Congolese girl
were both damp from just exiting the bare shower in his master bed room.

   When Karen got to the top of the stairs, she swiftly crept up to a room
door only two-thirds closed.

   Ashaki was kneeling on all fours at the edge of a large futon like bed
as Santos knelt behind the girl.  The blunt head of his 81/2 inch cock was
mere inches from the damp sump of the girl's cunt.

   She was one of his most trusted employees at the Eye Patch.  She'd
performed messenger, maid and bookkeeping duties since coming there a year
ago.  Apparently her duties included draining the Portuguese expatriate's
nuts also.

   Karen walked softly up to the bed and knelt at the edge on the floor. 
Her juicy breast jostled in her sleeveless blouse as she said, "Let's add
some moisture to that fanny, Monsieur." Her firm behind jostling in the
khaki walking shorts she wore.

   The startled man turned and snatched his 9mm Beretta pistol from the
night stand as he turned toward the sound of Karen's British accent.

   The girl started to scramble across the bed away from the confrontation.
But she was restrained by Karen's firm grip as she leaned in beginning to
juicily lick the damp cunt before her.

   Santos didn't release his Beretta, but kept it trained at the pretty
Englishwoman as she knelt and licked his worker's cunt.  He eyed her
carefully failing to relax until a couple minutes later when he felt her
juicy red lips envelope his hard 8 plus inch pipe.

   Capt Opango led his eight man recon patrol along the main road back from
Loubono.  With Cpl Youla serving as his RTO - (Radio Telephone Operator).
In addition to being a good driver he was also one of the best radio men in
the company.  He had almost a photographic memory and could memorize
countless frequencies and codes which made him a perfect RTO.

   They were finishing the night recon almost right on schedule.  They were
at the final rally point on the route back near the Konilou River's east
bank.  The squad was tired and hungry and was waiting for a motor transport
truck to extract them from the reconnaissance operation and get them back
to Pointe Noire.

   Opango planned to visit Dani Grimes tonight in her hut no less.  He knew
something big was fixing to happen on the mission front and he intended to
finally cement his relationship with the American woman before they both
got too busy.