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 Doctors in the Shadows 5 Pointe Noire Aid Station

   Karen Griffin was the 30 year old product of a privileged but abusive
English family who was raised by her sadistic Aunt and Uncle in Devonshire.
After her parents demise in a boating accident when she was six her wealthy
Uncle and his wife began a ribald education for Karen that ended with her
recruitment into MI-6 as a means to satisfy domestic political favors.

   Karen's tongue laved and traversed on the now hard and throbbing pole of
Santos.  Using her left hand to steady his cock her right strummed and
diddled Ashaki's shiny wet clit.

   Santos thrilled at the use of her exquisite tongue.  He had seen the
curvy Redhead before but had no personal contact with her.

   "Fuck me Mr.  Santos, please!" Ashaki moaned gently as her pussy
throbbed with need caused by the involvement of the Englishwoman who
sweetly agitated the African's pussy.

   Pasco Santos slowly fisted his cock into the young woman as he held her
by her shapely thighs as he felt Karen's tongue trace back and forth on his
hairy balls and the hanging piss flaps of the younger woman.  Karen's
heated saliva was liberally sprinkled on the fine black hairs covering his
nuts.

   Dani sat in her living area of her hut.  She was finishing her work on
some notes for the proposal to Defense Attaché and was already dressed for
bed in a thin short sleeved white cotton chemise that barely came to
mid-thigh.  Her loins were covered by fresh pastel orange bikini panties.

   At 2130 hours Dani answered a knock on her hut door.  Thinking perhaps
it was Dr.  Moreau or Dr.  Wright she was surprised when she peeped out her
curtain and saw it was Capt Opango.

   Opango asked, "May I come in Ms.  Grimes, Pamela?" as he stood on the
stoop of the wooden hut sweat soaked and nearly exhausted.

   The Peace Corps leader slipped into a thin robe and belted it securely
at her trim but womanly waist.  Her breast jostled briefly as she moved
aside for him to enter.

   The Capt sat over by the door as Dani offered him a cold drink from the
small refrigerator at her dining table.  Setting the ice cold Budweiser
before him Dani smiled sheepishly as her robe parted at the top as her
sweet heavy breast meat shifted without support of a bra.

   As Claire Girard left the motor pool gate, she was seen by Roux huddled
and speaking with PFC Makanga while an unknown laborer handed her a
messenger bag.

   Roux's curiosity was piqued but he did not wish to embarrass the pretty
young colleague.  Instead he watched the Congolese head toward their
encampment as Girard speedily walked to the direction of her hut.  He
stayed in the shadows only overtaking her as she crossed to her and
Griffin's hut.

   "Claire, pardon me but how is your evening?  Getting some fresh air?" He
queried her in French.

   The woman startled, immediately fearful he had seen her talking to the
Africans.  "Oh yes, Dr.  Roux it's been a rough day with our -ah hurried
first convoy into the bush and all."

   "Yes but of course Doctor, well if you need any assistance let me know."
Roux said matter of factly as he turned back up the clay street towards his
hut.

   Girard rolled her eyes dismissively as she thought about her expanding
pool of trouble.  Now she had an older French colleague trying to flirt
with her.

   In Dani's hut she offered the tired, dirty officer the chance to wash
his face and hands in a small enamel pan she used with her kitchen items.
She finally asked, "Where have you been?"

   Opango explained only that it was a night mission and he had been
wearing camouflage face paint.

   Dani opened up and explained that MSD was requesting through U.S. 
Attaché additional resources for him from his Headquarters.

   This seemed to brighten his mood even more than the sly glances at her
soft curves concealed by the robe.  His reply startled her, "Don't hold
your breath.  Col Cisse the District Commander is a Cashanga from up
country, he'll not do anything to help a coastal Aleeki like me."

   "But certainly he would do what is best for the allied humanitarian
mission here in Congo if asked?" Dani didn't yet fully understand
intricacies of tribal life in sub-Saharan Africa.  But seeing this prideful
man reveal his vulnerabilities made her fall for him even more.  She turned
and walked up to him and unbelted her robe, put her arms around his neck
and offered her lips.

   The Capt did not resist, he pulled her back to an ottoman at the foot of
her bed.  He sat down on it as he held his hands around her waist.

   Dani glanced down seeing the heavy dick bulge in his combat fatigue
pants.  She did not want to have intercourse because she was not on any
birth control protection.

   Opango pulled her closer and began to nuzzle and lick her belly button
and the sleek front of her chemise.

   Dani knelt after a moment or so and unbuttoned his shirt, beginning to
lick and nuzzle him in a loving way over his chest and stomach.  The closer
to his waist, the stronger the pheromone scent wafted into her pretty
nostrils.  He stared intently as she unbuckled the combat pants.

   The sweaty musk assaulted her female senses as she slowly bowed her head
and began to lick the moist semi erect dick.  She held his dick in both
hands and pulled the foreskin back exposing the plum colored helmet and
ridge.  The dick looked huge in her white hands, at least 9 inches or more.

   She licked from the head down to the balls and back.  "Hsssss." He said.
"You have a hot mouth Pamela."

   She was making a wet disgusting display of it by squeezing the dick from
base to the head...making it drool salty pre cum.  Seeing the shiny dick
sap on the tip, Dani licked him on the sweet spot under the head and then
used her thumb to smear the clear drops over his dick.

   "Nice Mademoiselle," he said thrilling to how nasty she played with
dick. She stuck her tongue tip in his pee hole to lick up the sweet sticky
sap.

   He the hefted his nuts so she could play with his scrotum area, cupping
and weighing the heavy nuts...running her pretty red nails over the
wrinkled sweaty skin.

   Then Dani licked his nuts tasting the salty musk from his hours in the
bush until the sack was wet with her spittle and saliva.

   Opango watched the voluptuous blonde woman put his dripping dickhead in
her mouth, stretching her pretty lips.  She sucked and masturbated with one
hand while pleasuring the nuts with the other.

   "Suck it...  deep!" He ordered softly.  Dani tried to get down on it but
it was too thick and curved slightly so she gagged.  When he let her up to
breathe her mouth was frothy with saliva.

   Opango's dick was wet with a mix of pre cum and her saliva...making it
slimy.  It felt hot and full in her face.  "Get down on it Ms.  Grimes"
"Then go up slowly." He begged.

   It got her hot when he ordered her how to suck and pleasure him.  The
latent feminine need surfaced after months of being suppressed while on
this assignment.  When he pushed her down with a little force, her pussy
rippled inside her cute panties.  She became excited by her own gagging
sounds.  She was in a sexual fog now that enclosed her as if she was
standing at a bus stop in London England.  She would likely fuck this
African birth control or no birth control.

   "Suck it...," Opango growled.  "That's it...suck it!"

   Right in her own sleep area, Dani orally worshipped the dick until his
nuts tightened up and with a grunt he shot off in her mouth.

   "Spurt...Splork." The American woman tried to swallow it.  She had
fellated males before since her teen years back in Missouri.  But this was
the Capt's first orgasm in weeks.  The size of his cum load was huge. 
Seven hot spurts...the first two filling her mouth like a room temperature
milkshake.

   Opango pulled his dick from her excitedly so he could allow her to
swallow.  He didn't intend to degrade her, but he spurted several times
more as he shivered in lust.  It landed all over her nose, cheeks, mouth
and chin.  Drooling down and webbing her fingers and his to the big dick.

   Dani tried to lick up the salty sticky dollops.  Some fell wetly on her
chemise.  She was cooing and whimpering as she opened her mouth to lap up
his cum.  The wet sounds resounded around the stillness in the sleep area
of her hut.

   Opango sat with dick still hard and throbbing.  He took her chin and
scraped jizz up to her lips for her to lick as he tenderly cleaned her up.

   She couldn't believe he could still be hard or that her cunt could be so
wet with need.  Her panties fit her like a wet dish rag.  Her wetness was
all along her piss flaps and in her trimmed pubic hairs.

   Opango got her lying down on her bed and removed her panties.  He played
with her pussy and knew she was ready to fuck.  "Look at it as I put it
in."

   In their modest hut Drs.  Roux and Peeters chatted drearily about the
week's events as they sipped cool beers.  The two capable but uninspired
physicians had been at MSD for almost three months and were anxious to end
their tour and return to Europe and hopefully better careers.

   Peeters blandly informed Roux of what he'd just seen of their lovely
young colleague, Girard as he went to retrieve another round of drinks. 
This focused Roux on recalling Dr Girard being chummy around PFC Makanga
while they were on convoy.

   "Really, Bert?" "Do you think she is perhaps black marketing goods with
the natives after barely a week total in Congo?" Peeters remarked.

   "That's just it we don't know much about her." Roux countered.  Taking a
sip of beer and closing his eyes briefly.  "Ah but I like to.  You should
have seen how she filled out the dress this evening."

   Finally discussion of Girard's strange behavior by Roux and Peeters
continued on into the wee hours over beers until the doctors were soused.
Roux finally formulated a plan to approach the sexy young doctor.

   At the late morning Brunch in the Dining Hut Bev Laurent sat a table
were enlisted Chief as they pick over the remnants of breakfast and
discussed the report they need to file when arriving back at Cabinda.

   At just before noon the tired but sated Karen Griffin entered the hut
and made her way to the fruit buffet before seating herself near the air
conditioner at a single table.  Wearing a simple sleeveless blouse and
hiking shorts, Griffin was tempting morsel for the horny dyke Laurent. 
"Chief, excuse me.  I need to meet this Economic Officer for the Brits. 
Plan on a full day at MSD HQ tomorrow.  I'll catch you at the hut later."
The Chief nodded in agreement and departed the dining hut.

   Laurent picked up her ice tea and stopped by the beverage station and
drew a cold glass of orange juice before walking over to Karen's table and
offered the orange juice.  "I noticed you were dining alone, I'm U.S. 
Defense Attaché Cmdr Beverly Laurent., and you are?" Even though she knew
Karen's identity but not her mission.

   Karen eyed the shapely, but mannish short haired blonde woman evenly
before replying.  "U.K Poly Economics Officer working on food distribution
efforts, a pleasure to meet you, Commander."

   Laurent liked the deference and submissive lilt in Karen's voice.  The
shapely redhead was made for the kind of lesbian sex the Attaché love to
practice.  The Attaché's mouth literally watered as she joined the
Englishwoman at her table.  Heat started to form behind her eyes as she
noticed the thimble sized nipples of Karen Griffin.  Her mind scurried with
ideas on how to advance a seduction of the juicy morsel she envisioned the
Economics Officer to be.

   Karen had read a small dossier on Laurent back at MI-6 and was read in
on her suspected lesbian appetites.  It was another reason she'd been
chosen for the assignment to MSD.  Her truly liberal and submissive
attitude made her a perfect pitch for the job at hand.

   Laurent made a mental note to ask for Karen to be detailed to the
working group on Food Convoys as a way to get more intimate contact with
her.  She was sure Moreau and Grimes would agree as they needed her help to
resolve the matter of the missing codes.

   For her part Karen needed serious collection efforts on the "Allies" in
terms of what were their real objectives in Southwest Africa.  Each of the
western allies had its own goals for the region, some honorable and some
not.

   Laurent closed her chat with Karen by inviting her to a private supper
at her hut later that evening.

   Over a round of tennis that afternoon, Roux convinced Peeters their
approach to Girard should include the MSD Chief of Staff, Wright.  They
left the recreation courts and called on Wright at his hut where he was
busily preparing schedules and taskings.

   "Dr.  Wright, we know she is new and all but, we each noticed suspicious
behaviors by the Gastro specialist, Claire Girard." Roux stated.

   Wright put his work down and offered the two men beverages.  "What
concerns you about Dr.  Girard?"

   "It's her more than casual closeness to Congolese workers that she's
shown in such a short period here." Peeters added excitedly.

   Wright decided to withhold his disclosures of Girard's horny wanton
display during the Madingo convoy.  He thought calmly and quietly to
himself...could Girard be the Doctor in the shadows?  When he spoke again,
he made it clear by the authority in his voice, he would be in charge of
the effort to expose her.  "Can she be exploited?" It was a simple
question, but with far reaching implications.

   "I believe she can.  I saw an African laborer handing a messenger bag to
her.  She took it hurriedly and quickly walked to her hut from the motor
pool gate." Roux replied tersely.

   Peeters put in hurriedly, "May haps she's developed a touch of jungle
fever?  It happens among European women Dr.  Wright."

   Wright remained focused and indifferent to the racist comment.  "Just
keep an eye on her, especially inside the aid station." He said standing
and moving toward the stoop of his hut, indicating the meeting was over.

   The two doctors stopped at the Recreation center hut on the way back to
their living area to grab some newspapers.  Peeters saw the lovely Girard
seated in a corner reading a book.

   "So Dr.  Girard you wile away the hours like the rest of us peasants by
reading I see." Roux said with a smile.  Before she could answer, he added.
"Not enjoying the fabulous waterfront of Pointe Noire?" he asked
sarcastically.

   "Good afternoon Doctors, I'm afraid the waterfront holds no appeal.  I'm
expecting a busy week coming up" she said, setting her book down, giving
the men her full attention.

   Peeters chimed in, "Why do you expect it to be a rough week?" attempting
to probe her thoughts.

   Girard went on to comment on the presence of an American Naval Officer
being at the station for some type of investigation.

   Before Peeters could speak out further, Roux spoke up alluding to
pressures to come from French, Congolese and American authorities regarding
codes.  He wanted to see her reaction at the mention of the codes.

   Girard toyed with her hair uneasily at the mere mention of codes and
authorities.  She crossed her legs nervously flashing Peeter's a brief
glance up her skirt from where he stood.

   Girard wondered silently if she could confide in the two older doctors
to help her out of her blackmail by the Africans.  She was just too afraid
to tell them the truth.  Her mind swam with confusion and fear on who to
trust...she even wondered if Dr.  Wright could help her as the new Chief of
Staff.

   She felt even worst, remembering how she rudely rebuffed his dinner
invitation during the Madingo-Kaye mission.

   She suddenly sprang from her chair declaring, "Excuse me Doctor Roux.  I
have to go wash my hair." Both men leered at her bouncing rear end as she
departed.

   For the supper at Cmdr Laurent's hut, Karen wore a white sleeveless
tennis dress and tan sandals.  She tapped on the hut door promptly at 1830
as invited.  A Congolese worker escorted her into a sitting area to await
Cmdr Laurent's entrance from the sleeping area.

   Laurent entered wearing a black muscle T-shirt, embossed with U.S.  Navy
in bright yellow lettering over a short black skirt showing generous
amounts of leg and thigh.  "Thank you for coming to dinner.  I had the mess
staff do us a little fried chicken supper.  I'm a southerner at heart,
though I was born in Maryland."

   Bev dismissed the hut maid once they were seated across from each other
and gin and tonic drinks were set for each woman, advising the mess help
that the European women would clean up themselves.

   "White is so lovely on you Ms.  Griffin.  With that lovely red hair you
must get chased a lot by your male colleagues." Laurent teased glancing
over at Karen as she cut her chicken.

   Griffin's juicy breasts jostled in the confines of the cool rayon
material.  "Would you be able to work in a group giving informal advice to
me about how we get the most out of our humanitarian efforts here in
Congo?" Lauren asked.

   "I'd like that.  However it would need to be cleared by Ms.  Grimes and
USAID.  I'm sure I'd find it stimulating." Karen added evenly, realizing
that it would also serve as a means to fulfill her broader espionage
mission.  The energy of being closely involved in the military aspect of
the low-intensity conflict was intriguing to Karen on an intellectual basis
also.

   "Oh yes, I'm sure," Laurent said, sipping her cold drink.  She liked the
way things were progressing and she could feel her pussy starting to
moisten.  "It may be necessary for you to travel to Cabinda with me." She
said finally.

   Karen was feeling a little giddy from the strong mixed drink.  "I'd
truly love to see Angola." She said quietly.

   Laurent reached across the table and carefully pulled a lock of Karen's
glossy red hair between her fingers.  Laurent began to twist the hair
around her hand playfully before saying, "Let's don't sit and talk all
evening." "I bet you'd like to walk on the beach with me in Angola." She
paused a moment.  I'm right, aren't I?"

   Karen squirmed on the hard wooden seat as Laurent smiled knowingly.  The
Englishwoman felt her pussy turn wet as she nodded in the affirmative.

   Bev Laurent was pleased with her guest.  "You like getting your cute
little cunt worked over by male or female don't you?" Karen nodded again.
"Then let's step in the living room and see what we can manage."

   Both women downed their drinks and stepped into the seating area.

   Karen stood staring out a window at the setting sun dropping into the
Atlantic like an orange ball, and Laurent stood behind her.  It seemed so
sudden even though she expected it, Karen felt her strong hands reaching
around her and cupping her lush breasts.  The fingers felt warm and teasing
through the thin fabric of the dress.

   Laurent played with the thick juicy nipples, brushing and pinching them
gently.  Karen sighed, her pussy now outright throbbing and turning gloppy
wet.

   "Turn around cunt." Bev said.  Karen did and met the blonde's kiss.  She
felt her dress being unbuttoned as Laurent's tongue went between her teeth.
Then the dress was shoved from her shoulders over her generous soft hips
and onto the floor.  The red lace panties were plastered to her juicy cunt.

   With the dress in a puddle around Karen's shapely legs, Laurent put her
hand between her legs.  "Your pussy is so, so wet," she said, pushing
Karen's hair back and kissing her neck.  "You want this don't you baby?"

   Shivering in arousal, Karen mouthed out her pleas, "Yes---Cmdr--go
ahead. Lay me out right here and shag me.  As long as you wish." She
stammered.

   "Oh I will baby cakes, Oh I will." Laurent added.  She knelt before the
redhead and slid the panties down Karen's legs where she stepped from them.
She immediately swiped her tongue around the outer pussy lips and over the
clit.

   Hot thrills went up and down Karen's spine.  The hot pussy odor wafted
up into the face of Laurent as she licked the wet cunt.  Karen could feel
hot juice from her cunt and wet spittle from Laurent roll down her legs and
she knew her pussy soaked with need.

   Karen's leg felt weak but Laurent held her upright with a strong grip on
her smooth fleshy thighs.  So she just closed her eyes and enjoyed the oral
attention.

   Karen was close to coming when suddenly Laurent stopped licking and
stood up.  Karen moaned, "Oohh, nooo." But Bev just grabbed her tits and
kissed her.

   Karen could taste her own pussy flavor on Laurent's tongue and she
kissed her back.  The hot smell of her pussy seemed to be everywhere over
both women.

   Bev abruptly shoved Karen back on the couch and walked into her sleep
area leaving the confused woman sprawled on her back, her eyes glued to the
doorway of the sleep area of the hut.

   When the door opened Karen's eyes went wide in shock.  Bev's black shirt
and skirt were gone.  Instead she now wore a harness strapped firmly around
her hips.  At the front was a large curved dildo sticking out.

   "It's a nice big one." She bragged as her hand stroked it as if she were
masturbating.  "I want to fuck you with it baby." She lay over the startled
Brit woman and kissed her again while rubbing the supple rubber dick on
Karen's wet pussy.

   Bev groaned and pushed her tongue in the woman's mouth as the nine inch
fake cock slowly slid into the redhead's wet pussy.  Karen immediately felt
full.  "Do you like my dick in you?" Bev whispered.  She slowly stroked it
in and out of the sopping wet pussy.  "I've got a beautiful big dick,
haven't I?"

   "Yes!" Karen whispered in her sweet British accent.  Bev kissed her
neck, face and lips.  The dildo was glazed with hot woman secretions as Bev
began pumping faster and reached down to strum her fingers over Karen's
clit.

   Karen wanted Bev to fuck even faster and get the rubber dick in all the
way...  "Fuck it faster, please...oh yesss, Cmdr Laurent.  Fuck me harder!"
She came so viciously she thought she would pass out after what was only
about six minutes of fucking.

   Bev stepped back, sliding the dildo out of the delicious red-haired
pussy.  It was wet and glistening.  Karen's legs were too weak to support
her.  So Bev eased her to the backrest of the couch and waited until she
could partially recline on her elbows.

   Then Bev knelt astride her lap with the fake dick sticking up from the
harness.  "Suck my dick!" Bev ordered.  "Suck it hard cunt!"

   Karen took the rubber dildo into her mouth.  Her sweet pussy juice was
all over it.  She licked the head and sucked it in deeply as if it were a
real male dick.  Laurent watched with an evil smile on her face.  She loved
having sweet feminine bitches sucking on her fake dick or her pussy.  Her
clit had become in engorged with fuck lust from the ease of this seduction.

   She let Karen suck and munch for bit longer.  Then she leaned back and
unstrapped the harness.  It was tossed on the coffee table' as Bev
knee-walked up Karen's body and settled her humid pussy on the woman face.
"Time for you to eat hair pie baby.  I'll give you more dick in Cabinda."

   Bev's pussy was as wet as Karen's had been.  Karen licked and sucked
eagerly.  "Smssk, slurp, smssk".  She savored the hot wine-rich taste of
the blonde dyke's pussy.

   Cmdr Laurent held the woman's lush red hair as she rode her mouth hard.
Karen used the tip of her educated tongue to stroke and lap the clit and up
and down the whole pussy.  Little light blonde hairs stuck to her teeth and
gums.

   "Ohh fuck yess ...just like that you cunt" Bev yelped out, her whole
body shivering as she came.  Hot fragrant feminine dew squirted up over
Karen's face and into her mouth, bathing the British woman in hot pussy
juice.