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Nurses in the military learn the power of American cock
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A US Army sniper sat in a Humvee stopped on a routine patrol near Baghdad, watching an intersection in a quiet area while the rest of the unit checked surrounding streets. "Hey, Bob, check it out! At your 2 o'clock." Gianetti, the sniper's spotter, stood up through a hole in the Humvee's roof, manning the machine gun, pointing off into the distance.
The sniper spotted a ragged woman staggering toward them from an alley. She was not wearing a veil--Blonde hair! She's not an Arab!
He ran out to her, and she ran into his arms. "Thank you, thank you, oh god, thank you!" He looked beyond her. No one in pursuit. No ambushes. He rushed her back to the Humvee and pushed her inside.
The woman was small, maybe 5'2", and looked about 24, maybe younger. Long yellow hair, blue eyes. Like a surfer girl, like Gidget grown up. She was scratched and dirty but didn't look in bad health. A little thin, perhaps.
He crawled back into the driver's seat. All other seats had been removed (the easier to pack in boxes or cargo), but the Humvee was empty, so the woman crouched in the large, open space. "Hi, I'm Sergeant Bob Miller. Who are you?"
She turned out to be Amelia Jacobsen, a Red Cross nurse kidnapped in an insurgent raid earlier in the war--before the International Red Cross pulled its operatives out of the area. The poor woman ended up sold as a slave, finally "owned"--and kept for nearly a year--by an Iraqi in a house near Baghdad. Her story was incredible:
"He took me to his house and locked me in a room. Then women--I don't know, 10, 12--came in. They, they prepared me! Washed me. Annointed me with oil--she sighed--trimmed my nails, my toenails--trimmed my pussy-hair--and a massage! Put me down on a couch, hands all over me--rolling me over, caressing my breasts--squeezing them, playing with my nipples--God, it was awesome!" She dropped her head in embarrassment.
Miller cleared his throat. "It didn't--wasn't your fault."
"I was naked--didn't realize I was--how they got my clothes off, I don't know--but I was naked in the middle of a dozen Arab women! In his harem!"
"Well, that's over now, you're safe--"
--"They dressed me in a silk gown. Finest, sheerest silk. Clung to me like smoke. Draped over my nipples. Dented into my navel." Another sigh. "And it was transparent. Faintest gray." She stared off into the distance. "And he came in. Took off his clothes--hairy chest--and I saw his penis..." She shivered.
The poor thing. Miller knew where this was going, and as a male he wasn't sure what comfort he could give her--didn't dare take her hand or put his hand on her shoulder--he figured the best thing to do was let her spill it out.
"I was horrified. Big brown thing. As a nurse, I'd seen naked men--bathing them, bandaging them, even massaging them--but he was going to rape me with that!" She had a strange look in her eyes. Not fear. "I'd never such a big cock!"
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"He spoke to me. 'I Achmed Jamgha. You whore of America. Now I am show you how the Arab mans make the earthquake.'" She reached out and grasped Miller's arm. "I tried to look away, but I couldn't. Damn, it was big. Like a giant mushroom!" She gulped. "He made me suck it."
She smiled shyly. "Strange taste. Not 'delicious' but not unpleasant. He came in my mouth. At first I was sick, but--it was important stuff. His sperm." She dropped her face. "I came to like it."
By then Miller was a little uncomfortable, himself, and shifted in his seat.
"Of course I was ashamed! But--" her grasping hand slid from Miller's arm to his thigh --"I liked it. I felt like a slut."
No doubt about it, her squeezes on Miller's thigh had turned him on. His cock strained painfully in his jockstrap.
She let out a tiny chuckle. "I felt his balls. Sometimes I cupped his scrotum, fondling those big balls while I sucked him. I bobbled them between my fingers." At that second Miller felt her hand on his balls! He knew he should've slapped her hand away--the poor thing was in traumatic-shock--but God, it feels so fantastic!!
When Miller didn't refuse her, she moved closer, and he felt her warm breath on the side of his face. "By then," she breathed, "I'd learned how to deep-throat him." One of her hands stayed groping his balls, the other moved to massage his cock.
She pulled down his zipper, and Miller's throbbing cock, imprisoned in the white elastic mesh, thrust out like a little parachute between his legs! Still her voice went on, softly, seductively, hypnotically--"when I heard him groan and felt a buzzing in his balls"--she'd worked Miller's cock out of the jockstrap, and it throbbed hard, sensitive, and ready!
Suddenly she let out a little scream. "Ohmigod! You're even bigger! My hands esmer porno (https://www.doeda.xxx/category/esmer/) won't go around it!!"
Her mouth dropped over Miller's cock, but no way could she suck him--couldn't get her mouth over it--not that she didn't try. Miller, though, was literally at hair-trigger, and when she started sucking at him, licking over his cockhead and nibbling at the broad flare--she got to him! He went over the falls, grunting with each shot he fired off--straight up into the air--and she backed off like a trained puppy trying to catch the globs of sperm as they fell back.
Miller had a big load (hadn't jacked off in a couple of days), and soon she was covered with it--caught one huge glob in her mouth and choked on it--the cum ran out her nose. Oh, man, first blowjob from a woman since leaving the States! Ohhhh, fuck! His eyes rolled back in his head--and splatters of cum hit his face, too.
Corporal Gianetti, the short guy from the Bronx, watching silently from the machine gun, stroked his own cock, losing it himself when he saw Miller take off. The interior of the Humvee was splattered with drops of sperm.
Amelia stayed bent over Miller, licking and sucking up his semen until finally his dick was so hypersensitive, he had to push her back. She kept massaging his balls. "God, I love this," she murmured.
When she finally sat up again, she murmured, "I did that for Achmed Jamgha. Every night. All these months." She looked into Miller's eyes. "He conquered me. Men can do that, you know. He called me his slut, and all I could do was blush and smile. He knew my body was his." She closed her eyes. "They knew I belonged to him. Toward the end, they didn't even lock me in. Knew I couldn't get away from that cock." She shivered. "And I couldn't!"
"But one day I just had to be free. I slipped out of the kitchen when no one was looking." She lowered her voice. "And now...your cock is even thicker!"
Miller was so horny he felt himself reloading. He reached out and pulled open the buttons of her shirt. No bra. She purred as he began fondling her tits. Nice ones. Big handfuls. When he got her silky, balloon-leg Arab pants down, he saw she wore no underwear. Damn! They kept her ready!
"And you are like Achmed, you big bastard. Never saw muscles like yours." She smiled at him. "With that curly brown hair and those dark eyes, you can make me your slut." She gripped his cock again and drew a deep breath. "Yes! You are younger. Faster." She leaned forward, pressing her tits against his mouth, and as he licked at her nipples, she hissed, "Treat me rough!"
Then she pulled away, faced away from him, then, looking back, she grabbed Miller's hands and placed them on her hips. Then she bent forward, hands to the floor, and looked back at him.
On fire, Miller rose up from his seat and mounted her. With his cockhead pressed against her wet, sloppy pussy, he heard her murmur, "...my secret is out--I'm wet for you." She turned and looked shyly. "He lifted me off the floor--my toes barely touching--Ohh, yeahhhh, just like this! Hold my hips in the air in your strong hands--and that big cockhead enters me"--
--At that second, Miller's "big cockhead" pushed inside Amelia's already-slimy pussy lips, and her voice became a hoarse growl. "Fuck me! MAKE ME LOVE IT!" As he started humping, she yelled, "FUCK ME LIKE A DOG, YOU BASTARD!!"
The Humvee shook, and crazy with the weirdest fuck of his life, Miller looked up into the narrow, aquiline face of Gianetti, who looked back at him like a short Al Paccino. Pupils dilated, he stood with one hand on the machine gun, the other again stroking his cock. They grinned at each other. The Italian Stallion's enjoying the show.
He felt a little sorry for the woman, though. She was in a continuing nightmare of Arab fucking--but he wasn't quite sorry enough to stop thrusting, and if his spotter wanted to jack off to their performance, the sniper had no problem with that.
When Miller hit his climax, and his sperm shot into her, Amelia must've cummed, too. She almost washed him out of her cunt with a tidal wave of pussy juice! When Miller finally released her, she slid to the floor, and he collapsed back into the driver's seat, breathing hard.
She got up and crawled over to him. "Save me! Help me! I was his whore a year, almost! He fucked me three or four times a day!" Her voice dropped to a hiss. "And I loved it! He gave me such a terrible craving, I can't think of him as a terrorist, an enemy--even unfriendly! My body belongs to him!" She gripped Miller's arm again. "He knows I'll crawl back to him! I can't live without his fucking!! SAVE ME FROM MYSELF!!"
Finally she relaxed, exhausted, and fell back onto the Humvee's floor. She fell asleep--passed out.
-==(^)==-
When they got back to Camp Charlie-Dog, Miller took her straight to the array of fantazi porno (https://www.doeda.xxx/category/fantezi-1/) big hospital tents. After making his report and filling out a few forms, he said goodbye to her and left.
In a hospital gown and a bed with an olive-drab Army blanket, Amelia was awake again and agitated, tossing back and forth. A nurse had been summoned to give her a sedative shot.
As she walked toward Amelia's ward, Lieutenant Nurse Nancy Colman thought about the patient: Slut! She straightened her short, black hair. Okay, so she was kidnapped, but still, a woman doesn't have to let herself become an animal.
Lieutenant Colman prided herself on maintaining both military decorum--discipline and efficiency--and moral responsibility--acting at all times like a respectable woman. Girls who don't lower their morals have no worries about diseases, pregnancies, or broken hearts. Lt. Colman was still a virgin. Saving herself for her husband--whoever he might be.
On her way to Amelia's bed, she paused at the door of Captain Dr. Boyington--and heard panting and squeaking sounds. She knew what it was: His squeaky desk chair! Nurse Bateman is in there with him!
Nancy gritted her teeth. Straddling her slut's legs over him, hunching herself up and down on his naked penis! She walked on, feeling her face flushing hot. Disgusting! How can a woman let herself sink so low!
She didn't let herself think about it. She'd never seen Captain Boyington's penis--of course!--but she'd heard some of the more slutty nurses talk about how big it was. Disgusting! I won't think about it.
Bateman would be sweating. Little driblets running down over her breasts--because the immoral animal Boyington would've unbuttoned her shirt and would be fondling her breasts. The animal! He would touch her breasts.
Tits. He would squeeze her tits. Nancy felt her own nipples stiffen. No! How disgusting! I am not thinking about tits--or even breasts. I am about to give a sedative shot to a patient.
She paused. To another slut, an American woman who's been in an Arab's harem! How can she have any self-respect?
Or how can Bateman, straddling that big penis--ooh, she would feel it thrusting up through her vagina--with a quick movement, Nancy pressed a finger between her legs, pressing her clit for just a split-second through the cloth of her cammo uniform, a quick, unnoticeable movement.
But a thrill shot through her--Ohh, yes. That's what she's feeling. Disgusting. Immoral. Pleasure for its own sake. Nancy could almost hear the chair's squeaking. The rhythm of two lascivious animals! Marking Bateman as a whore!
I will not think about them! They are contemptible.
Bateman is sweating. Obscenely wet, her vagina--she snickered--her cunt slobbering disgustingly over his plunging penis--his cock!
Revolting! I will not think about them!
Finally she reached Amelia's bed and looked down at the blonde woman. A nurse herself. She'd read the history and the woman's reports on the clipboard. Had sex with an Arab for nearly a year! Probably lost every last shred of decency. Probably learned to serve him like a sex slave.
Stripped herself naked and knelt before him. Nancy shivered. Probably put her mouth on the barbarian's penis. And tasted it. She almost gagged. How sickening!
She gave Amelia the sedative. "There you go. Relax now and get some sleep." She thought to herself: You're probably tired from all that intercourse! All that fucking!
As she put the used needle into the sharps-disposal container, she looked back. Not a bad-looking girl, though. Maybe it wasn't her fault. She was kidnapped, after all. She probably had to. No choice. So--it wasn't really her fault.
Nancy felt uncomfortably warm. What would it be like to be the sex slave of an Arab? She shivered. To be treated like dirt--made to make love--no, to fuck!
She giggled to herself as she thought the forbidden word. It wasn't her fault. She took a deep breath. She had an excuse! For the briefest moment, Nancy allowed herself to think: It would be wonderful!
"You wouldn't believe it," Amelia murmured, "it was the most fabulous fucking I'd ever had--"
Nancy jumped! I thought she was asleep! "Yes, they told me what you've been through with that Arab. Relax now, let yourself get some sleep--"
"--No, no, it wasn't the Arab! That sergeant! Biggest cock I've ever felt! Never thought I'd get anything bigger than Achmed, but that Sergeant Miller stretched my pussy so hard, I couldn't tell if I was screaming in pain or ecstasy--or maybe both!"
Whaaaaat? Lieutenant Colman saw Amelia's hand snake down under the blanket, and she knew the poor woman was fingering herself. Nancy's own clit gave a little thrill. "You had...sex with the American soldier??"
"Oh, yes, and he was fabulous! What a stud! Cock like a fire hydrant! porno filmler (https://www.doeda.xxx/category/filmler/) Felt like he gave me 50 orgasms before he finally unloaded in me!" Amelia moaned. "God, his cum still feels hot inside!"
On the other side of the curtain, Corporal Gianetti--who'd come back to the hospital after returning the Humvee to the motor pool--listened carefully, rubbing his crotch. After watching Miller fuck the luscious babe, he had to keep tabs on her. His Italian cock throbbed in his pants. It had to be satisfied.
Amelia went on with her description of what Miller had done to her, and the more she described her response to him, the hornier Lt. Colman became. Gianetti, too.
But the nurse, terribly aroused and--Oh, my heavens!--wet, couldn't keep from asking questions. "And--you say his cock rubbed your clit--as he fucked you?" She blushed as she spoke the obscene words--Not language for a polite woman, but then, she's a slut, probably wouldn't understand anything but gutter language--"How could his cock rub your clit?"
Amelia sighed. "It was huge, so damned fat it stretched me out like...oh, god...like he stuck a bicycle seat up my pussy!" She sighed again. "And the fit was so tight, my clit was almost dragged in after it!" She wriggled in the bed. "And once he got wet and slick from my juices, somehow the wet transmitted like electricity as it went in and out!"
She let out another moan. "Ah, god, I'm going to cum again just thinking about it!" She looked up at Nancy. "He'd like you. You're tall like he is. Dark hair like his. He likes big tits, too."
Breathing hard, Nancy felt her panties getting slimy. This is disgusting! I will not lower myself to this level!
Amelia arched her back, shuddering, her eyes rolled back in her head. Look at the slut! Actually fingering herself as I watch! How disgusting! To surrender your self-respect, your self-control to a sweating, grunting man!
Nancy had to leave. She tried to walk away with righteous dignity, but she found herself fighting her way through the curtains and ended up staggering away, breathing hard, hurrying into an empty hallway. There, alone, she leaned back against the wall. My gracious, I have never heard anything so disgusting! She groaned. My pussy is on fire--
--Vagina. My vagina is warm. She bit her lip. No, my cunt is on fire! A better word than "vagina."--NO! I don't have a pussy, I don't have a cunt! Decent women have vaginas!
But whatever she called it, she couldn't deny its cravings. She'd never been so upset. And ashamed of herself. She hurried to the linen-storage room to "take a break." But deep down inside she knew--her body let her know--fingering herself in the darkness was even more humiliating than what the slutty patient did with the sergeant.
Very horny at the end of one of the horniest days in months, with her hand on the doorknob of the linen-storage room, Amelia's words rang in her mind: "...so damned fat it stretched me out like he stuck a bicycle seat up my pussy, so tight my clit was almost dragged in after it..." Each word was like a shot of straight vodka. "He'd like you. You're tall like he is. Dark hair like his. He likes big tits, too."
Nancy's appetite was fierce. Like never before. She knew what she needed.
Big tits, indeed! Still, she straightened her shoulders proudly and thrust out her chest. She looked down at the clipboard with Amelia's medical record. "Patient brought in by: Miller, Robert, SGT, CO C, 615th..."
She was off duty. Nancy left the hospital. I have to do it. For medical research. As a nurse I must know all aspects of the human condition. Not knowing what to expect, what she was going to do, Nancy walked over to the tents of C company.
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Alone in his tent, Sergeant Miller was horny. Now what am I going to do? The big four-man tent gave him plenty of room to pace back and forth. The way that woman--what was her name, Amelia--talked about Arab fucking! And he couldn't get the fuck session in the Humvee out of his mind. God, she was hot!
Far from satisfying him, the fuck had made him peppery, eager for a rematch. His balls had reloaded, and I haven't been this horny in months. I've just fucked, but I have to beat the meat! Luckily his tent-mates weren't there.
As the sun went down, in fevered desperation, Miller sat on the edge of his bunk, pulled open his fly, and fetched out his hard, throbbing cock--
--just as Lt. Nancy Colman pushed open the tent flap.
Petrified, he stared up at the officer silhouetted against the darkening sky, at any second expecting to hear the dreaded court-martial words. But instead the woman hissed, "My god, the poor woman was right! You are obscene!!"
Suddenly connecting the dots, Miller spoke up. "Like what you see, Lieutenant? The light's a little dim. You can touch it if you want to."
Then it was Nancy's turn to be petrified. "You--are--disgusting!" But her mind ran 100 miles per hour. And my pussy is on fire! Against her will--I've seen enough! He is well endowed. I should get out of here!--she couldn't stop thinking That giant cock is magnificent!--and her body took over.
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A US Army sniper sat in a Humvee stopped on a routine patrol near Baghdad, watching an intersection in a quiet area while the rest of the unit checked surrounding streets. "Hey, Bob, check it out! At your 2 o'clock." Gianetti, the sniper's spotter, stood up through a hole in the Humvee's roof, manning the machine gun, pointing off into the distance.
The sniper spotted a ragged woman staggering toward them from an alley. She was not wearing a veil--Blonde hair! She's not an Arab!
He ran out to her, and she ran into his arms. "Thank you, thank you, oh god, thank you!" He looked beyond her. No one in pursuit. No ambushes. He rushed her back to the Humvee and pushed her inside.
The woman was small, maybe 5'2", and looked about 24, maybe younger. Long yellow hair, blue eyes. Like a surfer girl, like Gidget grown up. She was scratched and dirty but didn't look in bad health. A little thin, perhaps.
He crawled back into the driver's seat. All other seats had been removed (the easier to pack in boxes or cargo), but the Humvee was empty, so the woman crouched in the large, open space. "Hi, I'm Sergeant Bob Miller. Who are you?"
She turned out to be Amelia Jacobsen, a Red Cross nurse kidnapped in an insurgent raid earlier in the war--before the International Red Cross pulled its operatives out of the area. The poor woman ended up sold as a slave, finally "owned"--and kept for nearly a year--by an Iraqi in a house near Baghdad. Her story was incredible:
"He took me to his house and locked me in a room. Then women--I don't know, 10, 12--came in. They, they prepared me! Washed me. Annointed me with oil--she sighed--trimmed my nails, my toenails--trimmed my pussy-hair--and a massage! Put me down on a couch, hands all over me--rolling me over, caressing my breasts--squeezing them, playing with my nipples--God, it was awesome!" She dropped her head in embarrassment.
Miller cleared his throat. "It didn't--wasn't your fault."
"I was naked--didn't realize I was--how they got my clothes off, I don't know--but I was naked in the middle of a dozen Arab women! In his harem!"
"Well, that's over now, you're safe--"
--"They dressed me in a silk gown. Finest, sheerest silk. Clung to me like smoke. Draped over my nipples. Dented into my navel." Another sigh. "And it was transparent. Faintest gray." She stared off into the distance. "And he came in. Took off his clothes--hairy chest--and I saw his penis..." She shivered.
The poor thing. Miller knew where this was going, and as a male he wasn't sure what comfort he could give her--didn't dare take her hand or put his hand on her shoulder--he figured the best thing to do was let her spill it out.
"I was horrified. Big brown thing. As a nurse, I'd seen naked men--bathing them, bandaging them, even massaging them--but he was going to rape me with that!" She had a strange look in her eyes. Not fear. "I'd never such a big cock!"
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"He spoke to me. 'I Achmed Jamgha. You whore of America. Now I am show you how the Arab mans make the earthquake.'" She reached out and grasped Miller's arm. "I tried to look away, but I couldn't. Damn, it was big. Like a giant mushroom!" She gulped. "He made me suck it."
She smiled shyly. "Strange taste. Not 'delicious' but not unpleasant. He came in my mouth. At first I was sick, but--it was important stuff. His sperm." She dropped her face. "I came to like it."
By then Miller was a little uncomfortable, himself, and shifted in his seat.
"Of course I was ashamed! But--" her grasping hand slid from Miller's arm to his thigh --"I liked it. I felt like a slut."
No doubt about it, her squeezes on Miller's thigh had turned him on. His cock strained painfully in his jockstrap.
She let out a tiny chuckle. "I felt his balls. Sometimes I cupped his scrotum, fondling those big balls while I sucked him. I bobbled them between my fingers." At that second Miller felt her hand on his balls! He knew he should've slapped her hand away--the poor thing was in traumatic-shock--but God, it feels so fantastic!!
When Miller didn't refuse her, she moved closer, and he felt her warm breath on the side of his face. "By then," she breathed, "I'd learned how to deep-throat him." One of her hands stayed groping his balls, the other moved to massage his cock.
She pulled down his zipper, and Miller's throbbing cock, imprisoned in the white elastic mesh, thrust out like a little parachute between his legs! Still her voice went on, softly, seductively, hypnotically--"when I heard him groan and felt a buzzing in his balls"--she'd worked Miller's cock out of the jockstrap, and it throbbed hard, sensitive, and ready!
Suddenly she let out a little scream. "Ohmigod! You're even bigger! My hands esmer porno (https://www.doeda.xxx/category/esmer/) won't go around it!!"
Her mouth dropped over Miller's cock, but no way could she suck him--couldn't get her mouth over it--not that she didn't try. Miller, though, was literally at hair-trigger, and when she started sucking at him, licking over his cockhead and nibbling at the broad flare--she got to him! He went over the falls, grunting with each shot he fired off--straight up into the air--and she backed off like a trained puppy trying to catch the globs of sperm as they fell back.
Miller had a big load (hadn't jacked off in a couple of days), and soon she was covered with it--caught one huge glob in her mouth and choked on it--the cum ran out her nose. Oh, man, first blowjob from a woman since leaving the States! Ohhhh, fuck! His eyes rolled back in his head--and splatters of cum hit his face, too.
Corporal Gianetti, the short guy from the Bronx, watching silently from the machine gun, stroked his own cock, losing it himself when he saw Miller take off. The interior of the Humvee was splattered with drops of sperm.
Amelia stayed bent over Miller, licking and sucking up his semen until finally his dick was so hypersensitive, he had to push her back. She kept massaging his balls. "God, I love this," she murmured.
When she finally sat up again, she murmured, "I did that for Achmed Jamgha. Every night. All these months." She looked into Miller's eyes. "He conquered me. Men can do that, you know. He called me his slut, and all I could do was blush and smile. He knew my body was his." She closed her eyes. "They knew I belonged to him. Toward the end, they didn't even lock me in. Knew I couldn't get away from that cock." She shivered. "And I couldn't!"
"But one day I just had to be free. I slipped out of the kitchen when no one was looking." She lowered her voice. "And now...your cock is even thicker!"
Miller was so horny he felt himself reloading. He reached out and pulled open the buttons of her shirt. No bra. She purred as he began fondling her tits. Nice ones. Big handfuls. When he got her silky, balloon-leg Arab pants down, he saw she wore no underwear. Damn! They kept her ready!
"And you are like Achmed, you big bastard. Never saw muscles like yours." She smiled at him. "With that curly brown hair and those dark eyes, you can make me your slut." She gripped his cock again and drew a deep breath. "Yes! You are younger. Faster." She leaned forward, pressing her tits against his mouth, and as he licked at her nipples, she hissed, "Treat me rough!"
Then she pulled away, faced away from him, then, looking back, she grabbed Miller's hands and placed them on her hips. Then she bent forward, hands to the floor, and looked back at him.
On fire, Miller rose up from his seat and mounted her. With his cockhead pressed against her wet, sloppy pussy, he heard her murmur, "...my secret is out--I'm wet for you." She turned and looked shyly. "He lifted me off the floor--my toes barely touching--Ohh, yeahhhh, just like this! Hold my hips in the air in your strong hands--and that big cockhead enters me"--
--At that second, Miller's "big cockhead" pushed inside Amelia's already-slimy pussy lips, and her voice became a hoarse growl. "Fuck me! MAKE ME LOVE IT!" As he started humping, she yelled, "FUCK ME LIKE A DOG, YOU BASTARD!!"
The Humvee shook, and crazy with the weirdest fuck of his life, Miller looked up into the narrow, aquiline face of Gianetti, who looked back at him like a short Al Paccino. Pupils dilated, he stood with one hand on the machine gun, the other again stroking his cock. They grinned at each other. The Italian Stallion's enjoying the show.
He felt a little sorry for the woman, though. She was in a continuing nightmare of Arab fucking--but he wasn't quite sorry enough to stop thrusting, and if his spotter wanted to jack off to their performance, the sniper had no problem with that.
When Miller hit his climax, and his sperm shot into her, Amelia must've cummed, too. She almost washed him out of her cunt with a tidal wave of pussy juice! When Miller finally released her, she slid to the floor, and he collapsed back into the driver's seat, breathing hard.
She got up and crawled over to him. "Save me! Help me! I was his whore a year, almost! He fucked me three or four times a day!" Her voice dropped to a hiss. "And I loved it! He gave me such a terrible craving, I can't think of him as a terrorist, an enemy--even unfriendly! My body belongs to him!" She gripped Miller's arm again. "He knows I'll crawl back to him! I can't live without his fucking!! SAVE ME FROM MYSELF!!"
Finally she relaxed, exhausted, and fell back onto the Humvee's floor. She fell asleep--passed out.
-==(^)==-
When they got back to Camp Charlie-Dog, Miller took her straight to the array of fantazi porno (https://www.doeda.xxx/category/fantezi-1/) big hospital tents. After making his report and filling out a few forms, he said goodbye to her and left.
In a hospital gown and a bed with an olive-drab Army blanket, Amelia was awake again and agitated, tossing back and forth. A nurse had been summoned to give her a sedative shot.
As she walked toward Amelia's ward, Lieutenant Nurse Nancy Colman thought about the patient: Slut! She straightened her short, black hair. Okay, so she was kidnapped, but still, a woman doesn't have to let herself become an animal.
Lieutenant Colman prided herself on maintaining both military decorum--discipline and efficiency--and moral responsibility--acting at all times like a respectable woman. Girls who don't lower their morals have no worries about diseases, pregnancies, or broken hearts. Lt. Colman was still a virgin. Saving herself for her husband--whoever he might be.
On her way to Amelia's bed, she paused at the door of Captain Dr. Boyington--and heard panting and squeaking sounds. She knew what it was: His squeaky desk chair! Nurse Bateman is in there with him!
Nancy gritted her teeth. Straddling her slut's legs over him, hunching herself up and down on his naked penis! She walked on, feeling her face flushing hot. Disgusting! How can a woman let herself sink so low!
She didn't let herself think about it. She'd never seen Captain Boyington's penis--of course!--but she'd heard some of the more slutty nurses talk about how big it was. Disgusting! I won't think about it.
Bateman would be sweating. Little driblets running down over her breasts--because the immoral animal Boyington would've unbuttoned her shirt and would be fondling her breasts. The animal! He would touch her breasts.
Tits. He would squeeze her tits. Nancy felt her own nipples stiffen. No! How disgusting! I am not thinking about tits--or even breasts. I am about to give a sedative shot to a patient.
She paused. To another slut, an American woman who's been in an Arab's harem! How can she have any self-respect?
Or how can Bateman, straddling that big penis--ooh, she would feel it thrusting up through her vagina--with a quick movement, Nancy pressed a finger between her legs, pressing her clit for just a split-second through the cloth of her cammo uniform, a quick, unnoticeable movement.
But a thrill shot through her--Ohh, yes. That's what she's feeling. Disgusting. Immoral. Pleasure for its own sake. Nancy could almost hear the chair's squeaking. The rhythm of two lascivious animals! Marking Bateman as a whore!
I will not think about them! They are contemptible.
Bateman is sweating. Obscenely wet, her vagina--she snickered--her cunt slobbering disgustingly over his plunging penis--his cock!
Revolting! I will not think about them!
Finally she reached Amelia's bed and looked down at the blonde woman. A nurse herself. She'd read the history and the woman's reports on the clipboard. Had sex with an Arab for nearly a year! Probably lost every last shred of decency. Probably learned to serve him like a sex slave.
Stripped herself naked and knelt before him. Nancy shivered. Probably put her mouth on the barbarian's penis. And tasted it. She almost gagged. How sickening!
She gave Amelia the sedative. "There you go. Relax now and get some sleep." She thought to herself: You're probably tired from all that intercourse! All that fucking!
As she put the used needle into the sharps-disposal container, she looked back. Not a bad-looking girl, though. Maybe it wasn't her fault. She was kidnapped, after all. She probably had to. No choice. So--it wasn't really her fault.
Nancy felt uncomfortably warm. What would it be like to be the sex slave of an Arab? She shivered. To be treated like dirt--made to make love--no, to fuck!
She giggled to herself as she thought the forbidden word. It wasn't her fault. She took a deep breath. She had an excuse! For the briefest moment, Nancy allowed herself to think: It would be wonderful!
"You wouldn't believe it," Amelia murmured, "it was the most fabulous fucking I'd ever had--"
Nancy jumped! I thought she was asleep! "Yes, they told me what you've been through with that Arab. Relax now, let yourself get some sleep--"
"--No, no, it wasn't the Arab! That sergeant! Biggest cock I've ever felt! Never thought I'd get anything bigger than Achmed, but that Sergeant Miller stretched my pussy so hard, I couldn't tell if I was screaming in pain or ecstasy--or maybe both!"
Whaaaaat? Lieutenant Colman saw Amelia's hand snake down under the blanket, and she knew the poor woman was fingering herself. Nancy's own clit gave a little thrill. "You had...sex with the American soldier??"
"Oh, yes, and he was fabulous! What a stud! Cock like a fire hydrant! porno filmler (https://www.doeda.xxx/category/filmler/) Felt like he gave me 50 orgasms before he finally unloaded in me!" Amelia moaned. "God, his cum still feels hot inside!"
On the other side of the curtain, Corporal Gianetti--who'd come back to the hospital after returning the Humvee to the motor pool--listened carefully, rubbing his crotch. After watching Miller fuck the luscious babe, he had to keep tabs on her. His Italian cock throbbed in his pants. It had to be satisfied.
Amelia went on with her description of what Miller had done to her, and the more she described her response to him, the hornier Lt. Colman became. Gianetti, too.
But the nurse, terribly aroused and--Oh, my heavens!--wet, couldn't keep from asking questions. "And--you say his cock rubbed your clit--as he fucked you?" She blushed as she spoke the obscene words--Not language for a polite woman, but then, she's a slut, probably wouldn't understand anything but gutter language--"How could his cock rub your clit?"
Amelia sighed. "It was huge, so damned fat it stretched me out like...oh, god...like he stuck a bicycle seat up my pussy!" She sighed again. "And the fit was so tight, my clit was almost dragged in after it!" She wriggled in the bed. "And once he got wet and slick from my juices, somehow the wet transmitted like electricity as it went in and out!"
She let out another moan. "Ah, god, I'm going to cum again just thinking about it!" She looked up at Nancy. "He'd like you. You're tall like he is. Dark hair like his. He likes big tits, too."
Breathing hard, Nancy felt her panties getting slimy. This is disgusting! I will not lower myself to this level!
Amelia arched her back, shuddering, her eyes rolled back in her head. Look at the slut! Actually fingering herself as I watch! How disgusting! To surrender your self-respect, your self-control to a sweating, grunting man!
Nancy had to leave. She tried to walk away with righteous dignity, but she found herself fighting her way through the curtains and ended up staggering away, breathing hard, hurrying into an empty hallway. There, alone, she leaned back against the wall. My gracious, I have never heard anything so disgusting! She groaned. My pussy is on fire--
--Vagina. My vagina is warm. She bit her lip. No, my cunt is on fire! A better word than "vagina."--NO! I don't have a pussy, I don't have a cunt! Decent women have vaginas!
But whatever she called it, she couldn't deny its cravings. She'd never been so upset. And ashamed of herself. She hurried to the linen-storage room to "take a break." But deep down inside she knew--her body let her know--fingering herself in the darkness was even more humiliating than what the slutty patient did with the sergeant.
Very horny at the end of one of the horniest days in months, with her hand on the doorknob of the linen-storage room, Amelia's words rang in her mind: "...so damned fat it stretched me out like he stuck a bicycle seat up my pussy, so tight my clit was almost dragged in after it..." Each word was like a shot of straight vodka. "He'd like you. You're tall like he is. Dark hair like his. He likes big tits, too."
Nancy's appetite was fierce. Like never before. She knew what she needed.
Big tits, indeed! Still, she straightened her shoulders proudly and thrust out her chest. She looked down at the clipboard with Amelia's medical record. "Patient brought in by: Miller, Robert, SGT, CO C, 615th..."
She was off duty. Nancy left the hospital. I have to do it. For medical research. As a nurse I must know all aspects of the human condition. Not knowing what to expect, what she was going to do, Nancy walked over to the tents of C company.
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Alone in his tent, Sergeant Miller was horny. Now what am I going to do? The big four-man tent gave him plenty of room to pace back and forth. The way that woman--what was her name, Amelia--talked about Arab fucking! And he couldn't get the fuck session in the Humvee out of his mind. God, she was hot!
Far from satisfying him, the fuck had made him peppery, eager for a rematch. His balls had reloaded, and I haven't been this horny in months. I've just fucked, but I have to beat the meat! Luckily his tent-mates weren't there.
As the sun went down, in fevered desperation, Miller sat on the edge of his bunk, pulled open his fly, and fetched out his hard, throbbing cock--
--just as Lt. Nancy Colman pushed open the tent flap.
Petrified, he stared up at the officer silhouetted against the darkening sky, at any second expecting to hear the dreaded court-martial words. But instead the woman hissed, "My god, the poor woman was right! You are obscene!!"
Suddenly connecting the dots, Miller spoke up. "Like what you see, Lieutenant? The light's a little dim. You can touch it if you want to."
Then it was Nancy's turn to be petrified. "You--are--disgusting!" But her mind ran 100 miles per hour. And my pussy is on fire! Against her will--I've seen enough! He is well endowed. I should get out of here!--she couldn't stop thinking That giant cock is magnificent!--and her body took over.