Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Simone's Travels 2 Ben Slimane Firing Range Aid Building Renault held the door for her as he waved her into the small building's entrance. "Merci Doctor, inside is the man who needs looking after." He said slyly. Simone's lush figure shook in her tight utility uniform, adorned with a cloth flash on the right shoulder of the French Tri-color flag. She self-consciously looked at the wobble of her own tits as she rushed up the hall toward an exam room. She had to get better fitting uniforms if she was coming to remote outposts full of men the thought occurred as she stepped into the exam room, Renault just two steps behind her. Renault stood in the doorway with his arms folded as she drew up. Simone, queried him harshly, "Where is the Lt nurse Renault?" Blocking the door, and without preamble Henri Renault sheepishly looked at the doctor and said "It's been so long and you're so pretty...please/Sil vous plait plait docteur, son si longtemps. Masturbate me! Son tout ce que je besoin." Simone turned to face the nurse with a glare. She didn't think she had heard him correctly. A silence went up in the exam room which was deafening when she stared at Renault below the waist to see an 8-inch uncut dick lancing up out of his utility pants. She took stock again there was no activity at the range...no Legionnaires present or Arab troops anywhere. It was a rouse to get her out here alone. Plain and simple. Renault gripped the sturdy pole affectionately. It was iron hard flesh, a plum colored head peeping from his foreskin. He had a strange curvature to his cock indicating to the doctor the presence of Peronei's disease, a chronic condition. Tugging his cock gently from an underhand method got Renault even more aroused being near her smelling traces of her bath soap, talc powder and perspiration. Simone in one corner of her mind was furious for the deception...in another she was stirred. She immediately thought of Renault as a rough and tumble blue collar ally she needed. Maybe even to help her score some hashish...if? He stepped further into the exam room and she retreated to sit tiredly on the exam bench. With her recent exertion, her juicy breast bobbed up and down with her breathing. Renault addressed her smoothly, "I won't tell anyone...just relieve me with your hands." "Nurse Renault...I can't. Please leave this room this instant and we will forget this happened. If I'm not back soon, Dr Navarre will send Gendarmerie to search." He stepped closer until his throbbing erection flexed and bobbed on her right knee. Simone's curios quotient decided to take a risk with an olive branch attached hoping to preserve her dignity and future supervisor/subordinate relationship. "That will satisfy you?" she countered as she tried to think of some way to stall him. He nodded slowly still stroking his engorged flesh. "I have no attention of making our relationship at Rabat complicated as we serve out our respective tours." After a pregnant pause suddenly feeling charitable, Simone meekly replied "Nurse Renault, I'll give you a little relief only if you assure discretion and help find some recreational hashish for my personal use ...without legal entanglements." Renault's body and senses tingled in mute satisfaction. He said nothing, but his firm 8-inch curved pipe gave a throbbing kick in his hand as he registered her consent. Licking his lips and whispering, "Of course Doctor. Of course." Slowly removing his hand but leaving the engorged cock on her trousered knee. Retrieving a small floral colored, cotton handkerchief from her front pocket, she picked up his dick in an overhand fashion and began to stroke the shank of flesh gently. After just a moment or two she wished she were in her quarters at least then she could get relief after being exposed to his sturdy pipe. Of late she had really started to enjoy penetrating herself with objects, whether carrots, hairbrush handles and of course her fingers all seemed to bring her such exquisite relief. It was almost like being 16 again. Simone would boldly stare down at his cock ever so often as she stroked him. She suddenly saw a fat wet drop of clear shiny liquid bubble to the opening of his piss-slit. It sat their shining in the light, becoming fatter and then dribbling to the underside of his dick where she smeared it away with her cutely polished fingernail. His hard-throbbing column soared firmly upward, the bulb at its end trying to break out of a circular lip of stretched foreskin. Tightening her fingers around his shank made his cockhead burst forth, big and pink now moist with excitement. She thought to herself how richly nice and big it was, at least eight inches of cock. Then she glided circling fingers down Renault's rod and up again . . . down and up . . . rolling his foreskin onto and off of his bulging knob. Pre cum sap really dribbling out now and attaching to her fingers webbing them together like a school girl who is messy with her ice cream treat. The nurse was leaning almost directly over her attempting to insinuate his left leg between her where she sat on the exam bench. I mustn't let him do that! she thought. But she couldn't let go of his thick, beautiful dick. She had to keep pumping it. She needed to get him to crisis before he seized initiative from her. As she stroked Renault's cock heatedly, staring down at what she was doing, he tenderly toyed with her thighs. His fingers did rough things to her trying to pry at her belted utility trousers. She jacked him off faster. His hand was between her thighs, plucking at the zipper tab of her pants. His fingers found it, got it down two inches and scrabbled his right hand toward her pantie covered cunt. His hand was between her thighs, plucking at the crotch of her panties. His finger found her, and raked across her soggy cunt. "You're as wet as a pig/Votre mouille comme un cochon." He barked out. Simone didn't think she was aroused. Her rapid heartbeat and hot feeling came from fear at being discovered, and her other problems. She throbbed from head to toes. Her breast ached to be touched, she could even smell her own sweet feminine musk as vigorously jacked him. Suddenly he spurted white jizz into the air, and his left hand caught the blast. He caught the next one, as well. Then he rubbed the gooey substance all over his rosy, swollen cockhead while he gave several wet, oozing spurts. The third and fourth were short, arcing above her belly and dropping down wetly. The last one oozed from Henri Renault's cock-stem and dangled there. Simone's whole body pulsated, wildly hot, expectant and unsatisfied. She strongly smelled Renault's musky semen. One bleachy dollop had landed on trouser leg. Henri got to his feet, milked his penis and shook the jizz off his hand before reaching for tissues on a nearby table and extending one to her. He closed his fly up and turned to leave the exam room. She shut her eyes and moaned as he stepped away. "Oooh, please . . . ooooh . . . !! " Simone said. "What's the matter with you now? I didn't force you. We have a barter agreement, no?" "Use your finger on me!" she begged shamefully. "Huh?" He asked stepping back toward the exam bench where she sat. "I need it! Oooh my, ... I can't staaaand it!" She babbled staring down at her still unzipped utility trousers. The pristine white of her panties shiny inside her fly. Renault got close between her legs and stuck his finger into her slippery wet sump. He leaned toward her kissed her on the mouth. She gave a harsh groan and began bumping. Henri frigged her fast and hard, curving his index finger up into the damp pussy. Her tits jostled in her utility shirt, and she grasped them to still them, spreading her legs wider for him. She licked her open mouth. She moaned. The nurse stared down, shocked and mesmerized by her amazing passion as he brought her to a climax with his hand. She yelped, and her pussy pulsated around his plunging fingers. (He had stuck two into her by that time.) She cooed and lapsed motionless on the exam bench. "You're some hot Doctor. Don't worry I'll get your hash when we return to Rabat." Renault added stoically. In the hot confines of the Hookah bar Navarre waited smoking and enjoying the strong Arab coffee he had grown to love since being posted in Morocco. His contact had a few more minutes before Navarre would break off the rendezvous and go to another one of his contacts at the Market in Casablanca. By arranged signal if Navarre came in and took his usual seat, and the Hookah owner turned the ceiling fan off over Navarre's table, it was the sign the courier intended to keep his appointment with the French Doctor and his driver waiting in the car outside. Navarre's contact arrived in a dingy beige suriyah with a blue fez or Shriners Hat atop a rather large head and face anchored by a beak type nose typical of many middle easterners. After pleasantries and two cups of the bitter Arabic coffee, Navarre passed a heavily taped manila envelope to the beak-nosed Moroccan. It was quickly secreted away in his robes before anyone in the bar could notice. Beak-nose departed casually out a side entrance and within 15 minutes Navarre and his Arab driver were on their way back to Ben Slimane...along with 25 pounds of grade A hashish recently put into the cargo area of the 3-quarter ton Peugeot truck Navarre had on loan from the motor pool. The contraband would be in Tangiers by Monday morning courtesy of the FFNA aircraft and the special relationship Navarre maintained with their senior commanding General. Simone was embarrassed and felt soiled at how easy she was duped by Renault into running out to the range, eager to prove her physician skills but only winding up in a tryst that barely satisfied her. The helicopter despite a mechanical breakdown Sunday evening returned them safely to Rabat at 2000 hours or 8pm. Everyone was tired and simply ready to return to their quarters and get cleaned up and off to bed. Just before Navarre's departed for his waiting staff car he noticed Simone in quiet conversation near the aerodrome gate with Nurse Renault but didn't really pay much attention. He had paperwork and smuggling details to attend to. Renault calmly advised the woman he would deliver the contraband Monday. Before he could say where, she preempted him saying "Bring it to my room, I don't dare handle something like that at the office. Please!" she implored. At the FFNA Med Com Offices Monday Morning Salma Doori as she was tasked to do and would have done even if not instructed as a course of her routine reviewed Navarre's mail and seen an official letter from the Gendarmerie FFNA personnel security shop alerting the current supervisor of one Simone Moreau. The details in the letter informed of being delinquent with her medical school loans. The letter went further requesting her supervisor's assistance in either insuring she resolve the debt or be censured and suspended from the Foreign Ministry fellowship as a security risk and returned to Paris. This was a juicy tidbit of gossip about the big-assed European bitch. Salma despised the rich spoiled white women even though there were few present now in North Africa due to Moroccan independence and the low-grade insurgency from Algiers. The Arab woman made a mental note to follow developments on this matter so she could use the information as part of her collection effort for human intelligence against the French. Either way Navarre had only 7 days to reply to the Gendarmerie command on what action was taken to resolve Moreau's delinquency. It was the first thing Salma, put before Navarre that morning along with his coffee. In her small office next door, Simone was surprised by a folded note tacked to her desk blotter in a small sealed envelope from Renault. In two simple lines he informed her to expect him at the noon prayer at her quarters with his part of their bargain. Simone grew elated and cheerful just hearing that the nurse intended to keep his word. She folded the note and resealed it the envelope and hid it in the bottom of her purse. Not even bothering with her usual tea she joyfully began her duties of reviewing medical records and placing medicine requisitions for the command. Navarre's cynical and corrupt nature immediately began forming a plan on how he could capitalize on the misfortunes of Simone. He decided to lay out his idea of entrapment this very evening with an unscheduled visit to her quarters. One to catch her off guard, the other being to sample her juicy feminine charms and determine how liberal she may or may not be. Right at noon the prayer wail was heard and Simone hurried the half block to her quarters. She saw the bed was made and the kitchen dishes washed and put away signaling the housekeeper was done and would not disturb her during her full lunch hour. Most Moroccans would be preoccupied with prayers for the next hours and then lunch. A light knock at her door by Renault went unanswered and he had to knock a second time more forcefully. Smoothing her tan skirt and white blouse which was tucked in at the trim waist she rushed to the door. Not even bothering to use the peep hole she simply unlocked the door and ushered him in, so giddy she felt. Renault surrendered a waxy brown bundle as big as a pack of cigarettes along with a small bag of various pipes and other condiments used in the trade of hashish use. Simone immediately turned and entered her sleeping and toilet area securing the items in the locking valuables drawer of her wardrobe armoire. "Merci, merci." She implored. "Perhaps you would like some after we're off duty today?" she added sweetly. Suddenly feeling tingly being alone with the mysterious male nurse. She'd returned to the living area and she sat in one corner of the sofa and he at another. He didn't answer her until after she was seated and crossed her legs, revealing a juicy slice of her right thigh under her skirt. "I don't use the product, cognac and the flesh are my vices." "But you 're not turned on being here alone...with me? You're--- always Mr. Cool." She said haltingly gazing at him from head to groin. "You could turn me on quick enough." Renault offered his voice slightly husky. On an aroused impulse, she reached over and unzipped his pants. Her fingers dipped inside and withdrew his soft but healthy dick. "It does excite you very much to have a woman touch it." she observed. "Fellatio is my kick. Do you suck?" "Sometimes," Simone admitted. She couldn't seem to hold anything back. "For those I like. We've discussed my quirks. What are yours?... everyone has some. Want to suck me?" Simone shivered, though the day was warm. "I shouldn't! I ought to have you leave. You kept our bargain. That's enough." "But that isn't what you want. Renault said gruffly. "Lean over here and give me a sucking, Doctor." Its seemed when he referred to her as doctor she lost her resolve to resist scooting more to the center of the sofa her skirt rucking up her thigh. Renault waggled his soft slowly growing cock. "Are you going to suck it or not?" She leaned across the sofa and she began to lick the tasty head of his cock as she held the stem up. He reached into the top of her blouse. "Good tits!" he said, and his dick stiffened in her hand, the head swelling as a drip of male sap bubbled to the top. Simone took the top into her mouth and began to suck and lick. She felt like a complete slut, and somehow the feeling was good. She wanted to be just as wild and nasty as she could be-it seemed so fitting. She pulled out Renault's hairy balls and began to lick them as his spike stood up next to her face, pressing across the corner of one eye. He was rolling her tits in her bra, scratching and plucking at her nipples. "Slsmsk, Smakk, Slrskp." Her tongue droned over his egg shaped nuts. If Navarre could see me now, he would be aroused and want me also or maybe just to fire me. Shit...I don t know what I want any more, if I ever really did! She thought expressively to herself. "Aaaaahhhhhhng . . . " Simone said, licking his dick up and down. Juicy drops of pre cum ran down his cock along with her heated saliva. "Ghawwgh . . . ghawwgh . . . " Simone said, sucking for dear life. Pistoning her face up and down. The liberated part of her brain was giddy like when she performed in the frisky parties in her past. Oh only if someone were watching her or rubbing her cunt she could climax in a snap. It reminded her of times when Father Leclerc would take her from behind, while she sucked Abbot Benoit and Sister Suzanne sat nearby stroking her own pussy while waiting to be fucked by the licentious priests. She wanted the climax fiercely to help take her mind off her financial trouble and her uncertainty about her fellowship under Navarre. She opened her eyes lazily from her reverie as she felt Renault's hot salty seed explode across her gums. The man had come in less than five short minutes. Just before leaving the office for the day, Navarre placed call to his Air Force counterpart detailing he needed access to additional "medical shipment" opportunities on air assets within FFNA. He explained to the General if he would come down to Rabat they could discuss it in person over a lunch with his Physician Assistant. At 630 just after her evening meal, Simone was interrupted as she sat at a small desk writing letters to friends back home by a knock at her door. Dressed in a form fitting blue sleeveless mu-mu gown she used for lounge wear she gracefully walked to the door. She was enjoying a wonderful buzz from a single bowl of hashish she smoked earlier after her shower. She was startled however by whom was at her door. When she answered and saw it was Navarre, she politely allowed him in and offered him a cognac. For some reason she was disappointed it wasn't Renault, but her buzz made her tingly seeing the stern head doctor. After a cognac was poured, and they sat on the sofa Navarre got right to the matter and explained Gendarmerie Command interest in her arrears with her medical school expenses. He straightforwardly explained if it were not resolved in seven days, she may be released by the Foreign Ministry and sent home to Paris. The Gendarmerie had the power to revoke her interim security clearance to be on the Fellowship within the Ministry. Even through her hash buzz, Simone understood the import of this and was incredulous. She got up from the sofa and lit a cigarette and began pacing the small living area, her lush hips rolling sensually through her gown. Navarre was inwardly pleased at her reaction showing her discomfort but held up a poker face of feigned sympathy and willingness to help if possible. "Please Dr. Simone, sit let's discuss and explore some contingencies." As Dr. Moreau moved to her desk and sat his eyes roved over her lusciously ripe hips and juicy behind. He could feel his cock grow turgid as he imagined spanking her lush ass vigorously until she was wet with sensual need. "My dear Dr. Moreau," he unctuously purred, his face taking on a caring look, "the worst thing at this point is self-pity. We must work the problem." Navarre made rambling small talk about the value of her Foreign Ministry Fellowship and then he boldly asked her to attend a working lunch with him and the FFNA Air Chief later in the week. He cautiously explained that he may have a way for her to resolve the arrears. The Chief Medical Officer's cock became engorged with lust as he thought of molding her not only as his invaluable aide in adding non-taxable profits to his rapidly growing illicit deposits from smuggling, but also his mistress. The way her mu-mu hugged her long svelte thighs and high-perched, cantaloupe-shaped tits, and spacious oval cheeked behind. She radiated sensuality, especially with her cat-green eyes, the snub nose, full ripe moist mouth and high-set cheekbones. "Simone I must have your utmost confidentiality as the Air Chief and work to resolve the delicate issue you are in. I don't want your promising future as a Ministry Fellow to be damaged by something like medical school loans." Simone eagerly agreed to come to the lunch grasping at anything to preserve her Fellowship as she turned away from Navarre to snub out her cigarette in an ashtray atop her desk. Then she blandly asked, "Will Nurse Renault be there Dr. Navarre?" she asked quietly. Taken a back, Navarre snapped. "Of course not. Henri is not of the social caliber that you should endeavor to relate to Simone if you wish to have a successful career in the Ministry." The following day Navarre called the Air Chief and explained what he intended which was basically to have Simone under guise of medical missions go on transport trips to Tangier and other locations with FFNA missions and increase the amount of product Navarre's little syndicate was flooding into Marseilles. Navarre was sure no one would suspect and attractive hardworking 31-year-old Physician Assistant-Frenchwoman who worked for the Foreign Ministry. To Be Continued.