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 Simone's Travels 9 Bin Omar Kasbah, Cinema

   Yvette was now surrounded by the 3 soldiers, on the row where she sat,
the Corporal had left his seat and went and bribed the ticket taker with 20
Francs to not allow anyone else to intrude into the theater.  So now with
privacy and an element of security the soldiers had begun to talk to the
lovely blonde.

   For her part, Yvette lied and told them her name was Chantelle and she
was a tourist who had wandered into the Kasbah.  The Corporal certainly the
leader of the group began to openly kiss her cheek while the first soldier
had gotten his hands under dress to feel up first her legs then her juicy
cunt through her panties.  It was about 10 days before her period so her
pussy secretions were thick and cheesy.  Her mouth slightly open and her
tongue peeking from her lips, her nipples erect and areolas throbbing and
puckered.

   Yvette couldn't keep her loins still as she writhed and even looped her
left leg over the firmly muscled thigh of the black Corporal.  As the
soldiers began to increase their groping of Yvette her inhibitions totally
fled.  It was almost like she wanted or needed the molesting.

   The third soldier knelt in a chair directly behind hers and unbuttoned
the bodice of her dress his hands immediately delving over her bra-encased
breast meat.  The Corporal twisted her face toward his and gave her a
sizzling tongue kiss, swirling splashes of his saliva into her mouth.  She
knew she was doomed as the men intensified their grope, the white soldier
behind her now openly licking her neck as she twisted about in her chair.

   The Corporal couldn't take it any longer.  He stood and unzipped his
trousers, releasing his lewd dusky 9 and ½ inch cock.  It looked like a
policeman's truncheon and was big around as a Coke can as he towered over
the seated but aroused French woman.  His cock had been growing in hardness
ever since they'd entered the Cinema.  Finally, he grabbed her sweetly
coiffed hair forcing her face into his crotch.

   Yvette had long ago learned to act like she was resisting male advances
though actually being excited by being forced to go down on men.  When
feeling forced she became highly excited, even the mingled smells of their
male perspiration and her female odors of perfume and woman sap served to
excite her.

   She was going to surrender to her lust, to that there was no question.
Dipping her head quickly, she implanted a long sucking kiss on the plum
tinted cock tip

   Simone's arrival in Casablanca and the trip to the Gaspard Villa Simone
was dispatched by Navarre a couple of days upon her return from Bin
Slimane. And for her part sadly, she had no chance to see Renault before
flying off to Casablanca.

   Simone and Mrs.  Gaspard occupied the rear seat of the sleek modern
Citroen Embassy car which was dispatched by the Embassy to pick up the
attractive Doctor and transport her to the Gaspard's leased villa.  She
would stay with Gaspard for two days while during a time he would be
holding meetings on antiquities and geological digs in North Africa.

   It was during the long periods of silence between Dr.  Moreau and Halad
Gaspard on the trip from the aerodrome, she came to her decision to share
her information with Renault.  Simone had been informed of what her
expectations were for this trip.  She only had to be a charming and
engaging guest of the Gaspard's on a level of lewdness they were seeking
and Navarre's membership on the committee would be assured.

   Halad escorted Dr.  Moreau to her guest room.  As she stood before the
Frenchwoman it was obvious they were very much alike in their striking
physical appearance with Mrs.  Gaspard being perhaps two inches shorter
than Simone.

   Smooth unmarked skin adorned Mrs.  Gaspard, her muscled arms were not
flabby from lack of exercise but instead were firm and toned from work as
an Arab girl earlier in life, more recently from time at the spa and tennis
courts as a French Diplomat's wife.  The stylish green smock she wore was
classily tailored and emphasized her plump hips and thighs aided by her
neat two inch pumps.

   The women were on the terrace having cocktails when Cyril arrived from
the Consulate and his meetings.  He had never seen Dr.  Moreau but had
received a glowing description of her and her intimate skills from Navarre.

   Adult Cinema, Bin Omar Kasbah The Corporal skinned back his uncut
foreskin, exposing it lewdly to the woman and she attacked it immediately
adorning the fat cock with adoring kisses.

   Her pussy now literally bubbling over, Yvette stared at his hard, curved
erection as it reared back towards his dark-skinned muscled abdomen from
the black hairs in his groin.  He stroked the shaft, rolling his foreskin
back and forth, so his purple glans showed polished and gleaming with the
wetness leaking from the tip.

   Yvette began to suck the huge cock like a baby on a pacifier.  She
flattened her tongue so she could run the entire length of his cock,
getting it wet, and sucked it noisily trying to make him cum.  From the
corner of her right eye she could see one of the white soldiers fisting his
cock into the open eager for her to suck him also.

   There were strings of saliva and pre-cum hanging from the corners of her
mouth and chin as she coughed and gagged.  With her eyes tearing, her nose
running and her mouth salivating like a drowning person, she heard the
other soldier who was handling her breast from behind berating her in
French, "Suck les coqs salope...sucezles!  /Suck the cocks, slut...suck
them!"

   She could not swallow it all, so Yvette swiveled off the black cock to
the smaller white one for a respite.  So, saliva and pre-cum just dribbled
and ran from her lips and down her chin, wetting the bodice of her dress as
she began to suck the second cock.

   The Corporal wanted more.  He let her suck for a few minutes on the
white soldier then he guided her up and walked her to the curved loved
seats at the front of the Cinema.  Her dress damp with her spilled saliva,
was now fully unbuttoned and the soldiers slid it from her creamy white
shoulders as she flopped into a loveseat.

   The Corporal's dark cock looked like it belonged on a donkey, and his
testicles were big too as he flopped them out the fly of his tan uniform
slacks.  Yvette and the white soldiers looked at it in awe.  Though a farm
girl from Cherbourg, this was Yvette's first man of African descent.

   One of the white soldiers sprawled her on her back with a gentle shove
on the loveseat, one leg resting on the seat one anchored on the floor. 
The men were in agreement the Corporal would get first dibs on her hot
greasy pussy.

   The first soldier who had entered the Cinema knelt before Yvette as if
she were a shrine and began to lick her cunt.  His tongue swooping and
gathering thick strings of her female sap, plastering her pubic hairs away
from her labia and clitoris.

   Yvette, bawled like a heifer being bred, "Awww...yes...yes!  Suck it
lick it.  awww!" Her head lolling on her shoulder, her mouth laying open in
unabashed ecstasy.

   The soldiers were just getting started.  The Corporal stepped forward
and playfully shoved his compatriot away from her loins and began to twist
his shiny dark pole into her.  Wet greasy drops of her female paste
clinging to each inch as he fed it into her guts.

   Yvette just opened up, taking the cock head and then the shaft.  She
felt stretched in all directions, yet Corporal's dick was still not all the
way inside her blonde-haired pussy.  He pulled it all the way out and then
squeezed it back in.  He did it three times before he was in to the hilt.
The pretty woman could only lay there and whimper and groan.

   When he pulled back, it looked like the cock was pulling her inside out.
The wet, nasty sounds of their fucking filled the room even over the grainy
soundtrack of the sex movie playing on the screen.  On one or two lunges,
Yvette's pussy actually farted from the air trapped and banged out her
womb.

   The first white soldier who ate her pussy couldn't take it anymore.  He
went and kneeled by her face forcing his cock into her mouth to be sucked.

   Absently the woman gave him two or three suck before his balls exploded,
his cum pin-wheeling in her mouth and over her face.  Shiny opaque drops
splashing into her eyelashes and eyebrows.

   The Corporal was now delivering bone jarring hunches into her cunt and
withdrawing until only the head of his cock was in her hole.  His large
strong hands gripped her fat tit, his thumbs raking over her juicy nipples
further arousing her.

   The second white soldier just stood absently by stroking his dick
waiting his turn on her hot hole.  The voyeuristic thrills coursing up his
spine to his brain was fevered by the wantonness of what he was observing
from the celluloid sex on the screen to public sex in the little cinema.

   Yvette's mind was spinning into near deliriums.  She forgot about
everything except the big, black cock stretching her.  Corporal's dick, all
slimy with her juices, glistened wetly as he reamed her out.  She moaned
and groaned as his cock put pressure on her hole.  It was long and full
enough to constantly pressure her g-spot stroke after delicious stroke.

   The Corporal had wrung three orgasms from the woman and he still had not
come.  Finally, he withdrew and went standing by her neck and shoulders and
allowed her to leisurely suck and lick her juices from his cock.

   The voluptuous rounds of her milky-white bottom tilted vulnerably
upwards in a way that exposed not only her moist over worked pussy, but the
crinkly brown rosette of her ass.  Tiny damp blonde hairs grew right up to
the hole.  With the area between her legs open, the second soldier drilled
into her elastic pussy hole and began humping, starting her climb to
another climax.  His balls shudderingly contracted at the sight, his eyes
fixed greedily and glazed, stared at her hot gloppy hole as he speared it.
Her bottom jerked lewdly about, the cheeks clenching, then yawning open. 
She was all pussy and ready be taken some more.

   The slightly pudgy soldier rolled Yvette's finger thick nipple between
his lips, nipping and chewing on the thick protuberance.  He noted that her
buttocks were juicy ovals of feminine flesh and he hoped they could prolong
their debauchery long enough for him or one of his buddies to fuck her in
the ass.

   The sweet, soft warm fragrant nakedness of her pussy intoxicated him,
and every cranny of his body seemed to come alive.  He was not going to
last long.  Waves of bliss coursed up the hard pipe of his seven-inch cock.

   Yvette's pussy was exquisite.  Her fat inner lips stropped back and
forth on his gristle causing the soldier to groan, "Oh...oh aww...awwww!"
Just five to six minutes after sticking her, his senses reeled, there was
no room for thought, only sensation, and with a cry of delight, he felt
himself burst strings of hot wet jizz into her cunt.

   The first soldier seeing the heated copulation, groped his right
forefinger towards the damp crease between the woman's butt cheeks and
wormed it into her crinkly petals of her anus, delving it deep and twisting
it about.  Deliberately intending to humiliate the housewife as she
continued sucking the Corporal.

   She wriggled her hole off the wilting cock and scooted to the edge of
the loveseat, sitting up once more to suck the black soldier's cock with a
fierce determination.

   Her hands hefted and gently squeezed Corporal's fat velvety balls that
sat in a dark crinkly pouch like a navel orange.  Her tongue was peeling
the inner surface of his foreskin collected all kinds of taste and flavors
inside the prepuce.

   Yvette sucked whorishly on the dark meat, pushing her lips as far down
as they could go until spritzes of her saliva shot out and streaked the
black pole.

   She gamely sent deep sucks and pulls on the delicious dick, hoping he'd
be willing to give her one more frenzied fuck before their party ended.

   The Corporal was ready to finish though and go and drink cooling beers
in the Kasbah with his buddies.  Finally easing his cock from her smeared
lips and jerking it from root to tip.

   Yvette dipping her head again, busied herself curling her tongue all
over the aching, hard tip of his frantically roused cock.  It was the
fillip the Malian needed.  The jolt struck his prostate and he shivered
launching his cum load.  A flashing rope of silver and white, shaped like
and upside down letter "J" lashed her face from forehead to jaw.  The thick
wet lines were almost as wide as a pencil.

   Yvette didn't even flinch she just sat there and took it shivering
slightly.  Her tongue looping over and around her lips trying to suck the
viscous offering.  One fat jelly like dollop dangled from her two front
teeth obscenely.

   The soldiers left her sitting there as they restored themselves and
headed out of the Cinema eager to drink beer.

   After supper at the Gaspard Villa The Gaspard's had dismissed all their
staff except for one senior and discreet Arab who was sworn to secrecy
about all matters in their household.  Cyril stood excited and trembling as
he was at that precise moment, really trying to ignore the sight of Halad
kneeling on a round ottoman her hands tied behind her back wearing nothing
but white nylon panties and wooden clothespins attached to her nipples.

   Simone had slithered down on her knees on the floor.  She had drawn out
his stiffened cock in both soft cupping hands and was lapping at the
throbbing, taut-skinned glans moist, deliciously rasping tongue.  She
paused to look flirtatiously up at him, her green eyes sparkling.  She wore
a yellow see-through baby-doll nighty whose bottom hem came to just below
her lush pussy bush.

   Her nipples were erect, areola pebbly and erect as she took his cock
head between her lips and applied a noisy, wet sucking kiss to it. 
Gaspard's 8-inch gristle extended out the fly of his lounge pants fully
engorged with lust.

   Rabat, MED COM Compound, Office Simone's phone message advising Renault
to call her at the phone number of a French diplomatic residence, strangely
was not logged in Salma' trusty ledger book.  She simply wrote in on a
routing slip and handed it to the nurse when came in just before quitting
time.

   Having gotten the message from far flung Casablanca at diplomatic
residence, raised Renault's suspicions and he decided to get some help. 
Immediately after work he hustled to rent a scooter and headed out to the
safehouse.  Wanting to call the number from a secure and untraceable phone.
He also placed a call to his DSGE control mentioning the strange travels of
a certain Foreign Ministry intern...Simone Moreau.

   The British newsy, Brian King nursed his gin and tonic at a local
western watering hole inside his hotel.  He'd just received a new dispatch
from his Editor to look into a whistle blower allegation.  His employer the
Financial Journal of London had gotten a tip that aircraft operational cost
by the French was a contributing factor to drive the French out of the
integrated NATO military command.  The average man rarely noticed the
intersection of commerce, espionage, journalism and military matters.  But
since the times of Napoleon the mixing of the quartet has been the
responsibility for the demise of countries big and small.

   King knew he needed to expand his relationship with French officials if
he was going get any tips on the subject of the cost of air operations for
the FFNA.  Finishing his drink the correspondent decided to see if he could
get a lunch date at the Aerodrome.  **To be continued**