Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Simone's Travels 3 Navarre's Office at Medical Command-Rabat The CMO had given Simone the morning off with an understanding that he and his driver would pick her up at 11am for the short drive to a leased villa FFNA maintained for senior officers who needed conference space and privacy from their commands. Though it was basically another day at work, only a day away from the usual office routine. Simone had dressed in a sensible belted dress, the hem ending two inches above her knees as she sat in the backseat of the Citroen with Navarre as the Arab driver pulled away from the cantonment area and headed for the airfield. Air Chief Jean Avril had arrived on a twin-engine turboprop Beechcraft King Air from Casablanca. The handsome 42-year-old One Star general had been highly decorated in France's previous counter-insurgency wars. One in Indo-China and Algeria. One of his perks now as FFNA Air Chief was to have over 20 air assets of various types at his disposal as he carried out his duties. Avril dismissed his aide a young Captain and crisply returned the jaunty salute of Navarre then smoothly shook hands with Dr. Moreau before they all entered the staff car for the trip to the villa. Navarre sat up front with the driver leaving the handsome and fit one-star general officer in the backseat of the Citroën. Turning in his seat, his eyes hidden by dark aviator sunglasses as he gazed at the lovely auburn-haired woman the CMO asked, "General what do you think of my wonderful assistant the Ministry was kind enough to reward me with for six months?" The Air Chief smiled easily before answering as he removed his sunglasses to more carefully appraise Simone. The tall, trim built man with thick shock of black hair that appeared out of military standard had wide honest eyes. Though in his early forties he had maintained his fitness to fly every airframe in the French inventory and even some American aircraft. Finally responding smoothly to Navarre, Avril said "You and MedCom have been graced with a lovely doctor to help in "our" FFNA mission. It's purely our pleasure to have her." Placing emphasis on the word our. The Arab concierge at the Villa escorted Navarre and his party to one of the rear facing suites and explained the lunch platters would be on the way and that the Europeans should help themselves to the minibar and other amenities. Navarre halted Simone when she attempted to start preparing drinks for the men and directed her to stay in the front room with Gen Avril while he busied himself preparing a round of drinks for all, brandy for Avril and cognac for he and Simone. Navarre was surprised to find the Air Chief explaining Undergrad pilot training to Dr. Moreau who looked band box neat in her belted pastel blue dress with 3 inch sandals. The discussion soon moved to sick call schedules and airlift sorties before they were interrupted by the wait staff bringing their lunch. The waiters excused themselves after wheeling the cart with simmering dish of Tunisian casse-croute sandwich and chicken skewers with a salad. A chilled white French wine rounded out their lunch buffet. Navarre cheerfully tipped the lead waiter and whispered to him to place the "Ne pas deranger/Do not disturb" sign on the door as he left. With their meal and several healthy glasses of wine consumed, Navarre informed Simone he would like for her to be considered in a small business venture with he and Avril as they remained seated at the table. "Dr. Moreau if we have your confidentially we are willing to advance your earnings in our group and resolve the messy situation with your loans. Also the matter of it with Gendarmerie Command." Simone sedately glanced from Avril to Navarre as she asked, "What role will I have in our business venture Dr Navarre?" Though junior in rank, Navarre was certainly the leader of their enterprise he answered sternly and without pause. "You will be a social conduit for the General and I as we expand our operation. Occasionally we'll need your assistance to monitor medical supplies moving across Morocco, through Tangiers over to Marseilles. Also to socialize graciously with allied officials who are important to our business." Steely eyed, Simone looked first at Avril and then settled her gaze on Navarre who sat directly across from her at the table. Her heart beat increased in her lush bosom as she rose from her chair and went to stand before him like an errant schoolgirl, her eyes cast downward. She'd been in this arena before with immoral but powerful men. Navarre rose from his seat and stood before her impassively and said sternly, "How do we know we can trust you to be compliant and confidential in these matters, Mademoiselle Moreau?" Here it was now, fully out in the open thought Simone. What ever happened next in this room would cement her as a willing volunteer moll for two powerful criminal executives who were violating the trust of the French and Moroccan governments. "Y- yes I will doctor, I promise..." cajolingly, her voice a little-girl wheedling tone, Simone sank down on her knees, pulled down his zipper. After hoisting his white doctor's smock and unbuttoning it, she took his cock between her lips and began to suck the bulging glans delicately, her slim fingers tickling his balls and scrotum. She had drawn out his stiffened prick in both soft cupping hands and was lapping at the throbbing, taut-skinned glans with her moist, deliciously rasping tongue. She paused to look flirtatiously up at him, her green eyes sparkling. He began stroking his cock between the pretty woman's lips, watching them claim his entire seven inches with rhythmic plunges. Her tits shook. Her mouth was damp and warm. Simone's senses swirled as she sucked the doctor's cock. She liked it, and there was no way she could avoid getting excited. Her best hope, it suddenly occurred to her, was to bring him off with her mouth, so that he wouldn't have a chance to stick his cock into her cunt. Then, she'd only have to deal with the handsome general. Avril walked to the sofa and sat back gleefully feeling his slender 7 and half inch pipe of cock grow turgid at the scene playing out and knowing that Navarre had promised him full access to Simone's lush charms as part of his pay off for smuggling more narcotics out of Morocco. The Air Chief's muscular frame tingled sensually as he watched the kneeling woman's juicy ass bounce as she sucked and lapped the tangy dick of her boss. He couldn't hold back after a couple moments, Jean Avril pulled his cock from his pants, jerking it evenly. She began to pump her mouth rapidly on Navarre's dick. He squirmed and rocked forward and back, fucking her beautiful face. "Awww. Aaaahhhrgh!" the older doctor suddenly rasped, and pulled free of Simone's mouth. His cock jerked and spurted, blasting thick, creamy cum into her face. She happily took it, believing she had passed the test. She even clutched the man's cock and stroked it, making him shoot more and more-against her nose and lips and closed eyelids. Three thick ropes lashed her face, until she had a face full of his bleachy-scented, warm jizz. Finally, his cock softened in her hand, and she let it drop, as jizz dangled from the tip of her nose and off her lips and chin. "Get over there and do something for the General. You aren't through yet!" "Oooh, Doctor!" she groaned. "Pleeeease! Don't make me do anymore!" She was using a corner of a linen napkin from their lunch table to wipe the mess off her face. From the corner of her right eye Simone saw the handsome general officer stroking his meat to her lewd display and she shivered anew giddily recalling scenes from her past. An Evening in the Abbots Quarters at the Sisters of the Arc September 1954 Seventeen-year-old Simone busied herself furling her tongue all over the aching, hard glans of Father Leclerc's frantically roused cock, her fingertips tickling his balls with a fleeting caress that was maddening. She knelt on the bed of the senior clergyman responsible for curriculum at her school as her new best, friend Aimee DuPont knelt nearly nude behind her, licking her asshole and spongy soft pussylips. Nearby on a worn occasional sofa the handsome Abbot Alain Benoit sat stroking his obscene 8-inch cock as it dribbled shiny pearls of pre cum sap over the knuckles of his right hand. Every few tantalizing moments, Aimee would glance over at Benoit with questioning eyes as if to say, "Her holes are ready sir, I'll move aside whenever you say." Simone had skillfully guided the seduction of Aimee and recruited her as a protégé to help her in her wanton activities with Father Leclerc, and Sister Suzanne among others; see (Doctors in the Shadows 12). Aimee and Simone were now regularly enlisted to perform in some of the most debauched displays ever witnessed at the campus of Sisters of the Arc high school. Father Leclerc and Abbott Benoit who taught Geography no longer even bothered with the charade of the teen girls, a so-called helping them deal with the stressors of running the school. Now pure and simple, the two lusty 17-year old's played frisky games with the adults for their own gratification, bribes of cigarettes and occasionally tutoring help during prep for difficult exams. Simone nimbly squirmed more forward and opened her mouth to accept nearly half of Leclerc dick in her mouth and began to suck with a lascivious noisiness. "Gawk, gawk, gurk...gurk." Frothy shiny bubbles of her saliva streaking the cock as it sloshed in and out her face. It was warm and toasty in Abbotts quarters as a small fire crackled behind the grate as Benoit lounged wearing a thin muslin robe over his fit frame steadily stroking his gnarled 8-inch cock. After a few more moments he summoned the curvy brunette Aimee to join him on the sofa with a crooking gesture of his bony index finger. Aimee thought I've been dreaming about Abbott Benoit in my sleep-while playing with my p-pussy when I see us doing it in my dream-Ohh, now he's calling over to me. He's going to fuck me I'm sure she thought. The bright-eyed girl ceased her oral attentions to her best friend and slid to the floor on all fours to crawl over to the Geography teacher. Seated in the sofa's center he watched her crawl onto the sofa and kneel submissively at his right side her eyes darting from him to Father Leclerc. Her pink high waisted nylon panties nearly bursting with the drum tight juicy fat of her asscheeks. Finally, he uttered his instruction sternly. "Take it in your mouth Cherie...let me see you suck it nice and sweetly as I like." His voice dry and husky with rut. Leclerc lay back in ecstasy with a lazy smile as he watched the erotic tableau unfold. His cock ached in Simone's hand as she sucked voraciously on the top half which was imbedded in her lovely 17-year-old face. Now ready to sample her wet sump, he grasped her smooth underarms which were barely fuzzed with short silky hairs she had recently began to grow as a further sign of her sensual persona and hoisted the plump teen onto his spike. Leclerc rolled the delicious rondures of her asscheeks in his hands as he carved his pole up into her juicy cunt. After three or four minutes Simone's eyes were glazed with lust and rolling back into her head, as she moaned out her bliss "Aaaah oui!"/Aaaah yes!" His slender pole fit her deliciously as she hunched her wet sump up and down on his cock. She occasionally rubbed her pebbly left nipple while he tweaked and agitated the right one. The fuck feeling was exquisite for them both. Aimee tenderly stroked the pole of Benoit's flesh as she nosily sucked the first 3-4 inches which extended through her clenching right hand. Shiny strings of saliva flecked her lips and the cock as she worked diligently as she had been trained over the past years first by her uncle and then the Abbotts. Abbot Benoit palmed the bouncy meat of her left asscheeks as it escaped from her panties as she sucked, dark wet curls of her cunt hair teasingly on display as the pantie crotch had gotten twisted while she crawled to the sofa. Simone would occasionally glance at her protégé as she bounced joyfully back and forth on Leclerc's gristle that was streaked with her creamy girl sap as it stropped up into her pussy. Both girls had a fine sheen of perspiration on their lush youthful figures from the heat of the fire simmering behind the fireplace grate and their exertions. Finally, tired of the oral attention of Aimee, Benoit shoved her forward onto her hands and knees and moving behind her prepared to mount her dog-style. He pulled the damp pantie crotch to the side and entered her on one smooth lunge of his hips, the cock slithering nearly to her cervix while he gripped her smooth fleshy thighs too steady her. "Awww Abbot, ...please sir, not sooo deep! Give me time to adjust...it's the biggest I've ever had!" she bleated out mournfully. Her plea brought a rakish grin to the Abbot's smug face. But so great was his depraved rut he continued to drive into her accommodating wet hole, increasing the tempo of his strokes. "Tongue wash him!" Navarre told Simone. "Work all over his body! You got to get him hard. She was dismayed and offended. But she had to please Navarre and needed him. She had to pass the test, difficult as he was making it for her! She leaned over the General and began to lick his nearly hairless chest now exposed by his unbuttoned khaki shirt. Her damp tongue probed at his small nipples, making them stiff. She licked down to his belly button and wiggled her tongue-tip into the crinkled indentation. He groaned, and writhed. His cock becoming engorged, "Work right on down!" he ordered Simone. "Lick the General's cock and balls! Her reluctant tongue obeyed, foraging first through his brownish-black pubic bush, then around the trunk of his now firm dick. She licked onto his nuts causing his ass to squirm energetically. Despite herself, Simone got caught up once again in what she was doing, and she tongue-flogged his dick, enjoying the taste of sweat which clung to it. She took his entire hard cock into her mouth and sucked, getting the full blast of rich cheesy male flavor. She was hot all over. Her panties were pasted to her fat labia like a damp gag. She suddenly heard Navarre say, "Roll over, General!" He demanded. "Let her lick your ass!" Simone bowed and began to lick the Air Chief's hairy buttocks after he pulled his trousers to his knees. The pheromones of his body odor assaulted her senses like dogs attacking a spilled plate of stew. It made her nearly ravenous for submission to both males. She licked the General's ass more avidly. "Pull his butt-cheeks apart!" Navarre directed. "Lick in between them!" The General quivered in anticipation of her making contact with his asshole. The older doctor didn't have to repeat his order. With her heart beating wildly, Simone bent her head, wedging her cheeks between the Air Chief's buttocks. Her tongue was out, and it touched the man's asshole like a sizzling brand. He jumped, wobbling his buttocks against her face. She licked his anus and, surprisingly, thrilled when she tasted its acrid flavor. She wiggled her wet, strong tongue and thrilled more giddily as she broke through his sphincter. She shamefully licked into the clutching, rubbery ring of his asshole, tasting a tart flavor. She wasn't the only one who went wild. The General squirmed and jerked. She reached underneath him while still slithering her tongue in and out of his ass and felt his cock that was rock hard. She gave it a few jerks. "Lie on your back, baby!" Navarre said. "Spread out! Raise your legs. Simone flopped onto her back panting. The taste of the man's ass-hole was still on her tongue, and she was fantastically excited. She had been punished severely, she believed, and perhaps that was what she had wanted and needed all the while! Her transgressions seemed to justify it. Also the exhibitionism in her sordid displays fired her libido also. It was just like back at Sisters of the Arc. The general whisked her panties off tossing them to hang uselessly on the coffee table. He mounted between her legs. When he drove his dick deep into her greasy cunt, she squealed. "Eeeee!" She began to bob her hips right away, casting aside her resolution not to enjoy the fucking. She simply wasn't that strong. Her senses were awash with lusty need. She gasped and writhed. She lifted her legs and locked them high over the General's back. Her belted dress was askew and rucked to her waist putting her garters and nylons on display and further enhancing her exhibitionist thrill. She was rolling toward a climax, she shamefully realized, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. She wished it were Henri Renault...instead of these criminals making her reach orgasm. Simone's excitement mounted. Navarre kneeled alongside the sofa his large hands worming inside her dress bodice, cupping her bra encased tits. He squeezed and rolled the resilient mounds, feeling her firmed up juicy nipples. It made his cock grow turgid all over again. He unbuttoned her dress-front, brushed the garment off her shoulders and let it drop to pool at her waist. His eyes swept lustfully along her thighs which gleamed in pale whiteness, full and bare above the expanded tops of her stockings, which were held up by garter straps. Simone had been a dick-hardening female since age 16 and now at 31 she was a richly ripe morsel of flesh for any male. Small bits of stretch marks at the back of her thighs enhanced her mature appeal. Navarre knelt astride Simone's neck and dragged his heavy balls against her nose and mouth. Her nostrils flared, taking in the stimulating scent of his intimate perspiration. She licked his hairy nuts, bobbling them about, as his up-thrust cock waggled to and fro above her eyes. All the while Avril sliced his dick into her gloppy wetness. Anyone able to witness the hedonistic couple would conclude this was lusty debauchery through willing compatriots for the energetic moans and groans displayed. After she had gotten a sufficiently satisfying taste of his sweat-drenched balls, he backed up a little and she wrapped a delicate hand around his massive cock. She rolled his foreskin back, releasing a gust of musky, male aroma which caused her nostrils to flare once more. Her lips gradually parted, and she took his entire bulging knob of cock into her mouth. She sucked heatedly on his cockhead, bathing it in her thick, slippery saliva. "Awww, oui...you are a true cum guzzling queen. Thank you for joining my enterprise." He gushed heatedly. Avril eyes squinted in lust as he saw Navarre move from astride her chest and kneel to left of her continuing to drill his cock in her face. The General slowed his thrust to match pace of the Doctor and they built a smooth rhythm to their debauchery of the auburn-haired woman. The General's spike stropped into her pussy on a rich glaze of opaque woman sap oozing from her as he drove her to climax. Navarre took a moment to admire the billowing beauty of her backside, framed by her white garter straps and the stretched tops of her light-brown stockings. The contrast of her juicy pale white flesh above tan stockings excited both men. He couldn't believe his fortune at having such a meaty morsel at his disposal for six months. Finally, after a few moments more Navarre tapped Avril's right should, mouthing under his breath, "Compadre let's switch." He wanted the wicked thrill of seeing her come from him and older man. Avril complied without hesitation. Simone eyes lolled open lazily as she registered the emptiness between her thighs. It was brief respite for the agile older doctor knelt instantly before her. Then, once again, her knees were forced back against her panting tits and, crouching to her, he thrust his saliva-slathered dick slowly, inch by inch, inside her quaking pussy. She immediately caught the scent of her and Avril's mingled juice from his cock as it waved about her face as he settled onto his knees watching intently as she reached for his slender pipe. She hesitated not even five seconds before roving her tongue whorishly over his hot shank. Renault was busy the same afternoon back at the Rabat Compound with screening Arab employee for their food handlers' cards. A fairly routine task, as today's group only numbered 5 Moroccans and 1 Malawian. The new employees would get their brief medical exams from the Doctors in the days ahead. Taking a break from his work, he ventured outside alone, ambled over to an obscure firefighting box outside the clinic. There he found the latest information instruction from his control agent stating there was a new task for him to follow up on. Renault was a field agent of the DGSE or General Directorate for External Security, France's equivalent of the CIA under the Defense Ministry. His assignment at Rabat was two-fold, trying to break a cell of Arabs giving aid and comfort to the insurgents, also French government interest in excessive aircraft maintenance cost due to short haul flights within FFNA. Later this evening he would have to travel into the crowded Rabat suburbs to the safehouse the DGSE maintained and activate his small KL-43 communications device to communicate with his control. In the teeming neighborhood of Sala Al Jadid a small two story adobe structure undistinguished from 40 others in the plaza lay Renault's second work place, the DGSE safehouse. He always traveled there by either rented scooter from one of the many rental stalls outside the FFNA compound or a worn old Harley-Davidson motorcycle he had bought from a Legionnaire non-com upon arriving at Rabat. Today he was aboard a scooter. He took the outer stairs two at a time to get to his flats entrance. Hurrying to his desk he read the SCI (Sensitive Compartmented Information) communiques from his controller, who he did not know. He only knew the controller worked out of the French Embassy in Rabat. Before he had read all messages assigned to him, a pattern emerged with the background information that French aircraft were making lots of short haul flights from FFNA airfields to Tangiers. And these numerous short flights from Ben Slimane, Casablanca, Rabat, and other places were adding cost to the French government at a time when France was trying to control its purse strings and end foreign entanglements. The other part of his tasking was to find out who was making overtures to the insurgents still nagging the Moroccan monarchy and FFNA. The classified information showed the French to still vulnerable to attacks away from the major cities. For Renault it was his choice on which task to focus on most as an agent for he had tactical autonomy. The French bean counters may be concerned over aircraft cost, but insurgent attacks were more of a life and death matter he well knew as former combat medic. The aircraft maintenance cost had surfaced only due to budget issues in France. Because aircraft are maintained based on a mix of hours of service and flight sorties. The Defense Ministry planners knew long missions were cheaper than short missions which put stressors on airframes and the parts supply chain. The Defense Ministry really needed to know why the uptick in short haul flights? As he sat reading the cables Renault glanced out the window at the bright orange sun in a nearly cloudless sky. From his second story flat he could see the sand dunes stretching away from Al Jadid likewise he saw a shiny silver and white FFNA DC-4 climbing out from the Rabat aerodrome in the distance after take-off. He wondered the plane's destination and mission. At the FFNA Guest Villas Near Rabat The earthiness of their play had all three participants humming with the eroticism of their actions. The weak air-conditioning and lazy ceiling fan only stirred the warm air in the room. They were all misted with perspiration. Navarre's left hand slipped down over her curved spine until his long fingers wormed in between the silky cheeks of her buttocks and found the dripping opening of her asshole. His middle fingers paused a second then dug hard at her moist sweaty bung. and Simone babbled at the man, her words distorted and garbled by the rod of flesh from Avril that filled her mouth. "Auuuu pluuuuzzzz that huuts! Aggghhhh!! Pluuuuz Duunnkor dunn huut muh!" His fingers twirled inside of her rear, driving her animal responses to a fever pitch. "Awuuuu, bubby," the younger doctor mumbled as her tongue swirled and licked at the pulpy head of the General's cock. "Yuuuurr druuvng mu cruuuzy." She had to stop talking, she could feel the thick drops of the man's pre-cum on her tongue and she had to swallow along with whorls of her own bland saliva. She shivered as she felt the slick flesh and coarse hairs rubbing back and forth over the nerve endings around her mouth. It was so exciting she almost peed. TO BE CONTINUED--FICTION.