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Captain Ma Ze Nan stood by the rail of the lookout tower, scanning the horizon through binoculars. He knew it was unnecessary. Technology had long replaced physical surveillance in strategic intelligence gathering. But it gave him time out from his stressful job. He would climb the tower alone, light a cigarette, scan the horizon, and enjoy the fresh sea air blowing across the atoll.

The island had many names. The British, the Filipinos, the Vietnamese had all named it. But it was a Chinese island now, by dint of occupation. And the Captain's job was to ensure it stayed that way.

Captain at 25. Youngest Captain in the Coast Guard. He knew he was lucky. Right parents. Right college. Right enlistment. But luck was only part of it. Captain Ma was respected by the men and women who served under him, and relied on by the senior officials he reported to. Barring the unforeseen, his career advancement was assured. And if that meant spending a year on this remote atoll in order to secure a promotion to a home port, so be it.

There was only one black cloud on Captain Ma's horizon, and an atoll posting was the best cure. He liked sex. Males and females. Groups. He was driven, since a young age, to fuck. Not that seamen were expected to be celibate. Not even Chinese military seamen. But gay sex and group sex, while not illegal, were still risky behaviors, and he knew he needed to manage his urges.

Before the recent cooling of international relations, Captain Ma had been posted on ships which had called regularly at foreign ports in the region. Like every other crew member, he'd enjoyed going ashore to find relief from the rigors of shipboard life. Manila. Bangkok. Hong Kong. Incheon. He'd found physical solace in them all. He and his crew. They'd drunk and fought and fucked together through the back streets and red light districts of all the ports in East Asia. But only the Captain, or Seaman Ma as he was then, knew all the places he'd found relief, where he'd explored his sexuality privately in ways his seniors would not have condoned.

He struggled to keep the binoculars in his hands and pinned to his face as his cock hardened behind his starched white shorts, thinking about those nights in Bangkok, in Manila, in the clubs and bars and bedrooms of boys and girls and beautiful people who didn't claim either gender exclusively.

And here he was, delegated to monitor the United States drone program from this outcrop in the South China Sea, far from the nightlife he craved. Forced to find solo relief just like, he guessed, all the fellow sailors with whom he shared the posting.

The Captain let the binoculars fall to his side, freeing a hand to rub the bulge in his pants as he gazed into the steamy tropical distance.
 
Sgt. Kimberly Cumstrom was the top drone pilot the US had to offer. At 35 sharp as a tack and with the body of a 19 yr old. Short red hair in a bob, statuesque 5'10 130 with perky firm 32C chest.she exercised daily using her 40" long legs to her advantage. Even though flying over "hostile" territory she had done it before without incident. She had meetings latee that day so she was dressed in the following..

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Suddenly there was a "pop" and engines started to go out. The only other one on board was a new male recruit who was the planes pilot. Kimberly hoped for a soft landing on the beach area and to radio before detected.
 
Captain Ma returned to the control room, satisfied to have rubbed himself to a climax inside his coast guard issued shorts. Urges were urges, and the absence of potential sexual partners on the atoll besides his own crew just had to be worked around. He could fuck the crew, he guessed, and probably get away with it. But was it worth the risk to his career and his family's reputation? He was still in a quandary over that question which two weeks into the 12 month posting hadn't yet resolved. And as each day passed and his capacity to satisfy himself began to recede, he had to admit that the young coast guard interns, fresh out of training college, drilling in their starched white uniforms, or lolling about in the mess or on the sand when off duty, looked increasingly attractive.

His second in command, Serjeant Wong Zhang Wei had something to report to him.

Ma and Wong had served together for five years. And fucked together in the back streets of several ports. But only fucked each other once. It amused Ma how reluctant Wong had been to fuck, even after expressing his love, albeit drunk at the time. And it had been a very drunk fuck for Wong at least, although when Ma realised there might be a chance for him to top Wong, he'd carefully husbanded his drinking on that fateful evening to maintain control. The trouble with fucking a man as drunk as Wong had been that night was his lack of agency. To Ma it felt like fucking a mannequin, a doll. But it had been a fuck, and he'd needed the relief, as well as the sense of power it gave over his subordinate. Wong hadn't complained and hadn't kept a distance since, but he had avoided going all the way again, even when drunk and amorous. For Ma, making and taking another opportunity to fuck his handsome deputy was a watching brief.

"Captain, there is drone action to report," Serjeant Wong said, jamming his heels together and saluting.

"At ease, serjeant."

Ma took the papers Wong held out and read them. American drone activity had increased markedly in the past week. Intelligence suggested their top drone operator had been relocated to the Philippines and was overseeing secret testing. And the top American drone operator, to Ma's surprise, was a woman. He knew surprise was not the right reaction. The Americans promoted women to every role in their armed forces. And hadn't Chairman Mao Zedong himself said 'women hold up half the sky'? But a woman in such a high position in the Chinese military was still unheard of. One day perhaps.

"Ms Cumstrom, I presume," Ma said. Wong nodded and passed over a photograph. Ma looked down at his hands holding a photograph of a young, beautiful, red haired woman who might have been a film star except for the military setting. Kimberly Cumstrom. Not just the American's top drone operator, but highly desirable as well. What did Americans call such women? A fine looking piece of ass?

"Thank you serjeant," Ma said handing back the papers but keeping the photograph. "Next time bring me a photograph of her naked."

He turned and walked to his room, cum still damp in his crotch, wondering if Serjeant Wong Zhang Wei had taken him seriously.
 
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Captain Ma returned to the control room, satisfied to have rubbed himself to a climax inside his coast guard issued shorts. Urges were urges, and the absence of potential sexual partners on the atoll besides his own crew just had to be worked around. He could fuck the crew, he guessed, and probably get away with it. But was it worth the risk to his career and his family's reputation? He was still in a quandary over that question which two weeks into the 12 month posting hadn't yet resolved. And as each day passed and his capacity to satisfy himself began to recede, he had to admit that the young coast guard interns, fresh out of training college, drilling in their starched white uniforms, or lolling about in the mess or on the sand when off duty, looked increasingly attractive.

His second in command, Serjeant Wong Zhang Wei had something to report to him.

Ma and Wong had served together for five years. And fucked together in the back streets of several ports. But only fucked each other once. It amused Ma how reluctant Wong had been to fuck, even after expressing his love, albeit drunk at the time. And it had been a very drunk fuck for Wong at least, although when Ma realised there might be a chance for him to top Wong, he'd carefully husbanded his drinking on that fateful evening to maintain control. The trouble with fucking a man as drunk as Wong had been that night was his lack of agency. To Ma it felt like fucking a mannequin, a doll. But it had been a fuck, and he'd needed the relief, as well as the sense of power it gave over his subordinate. Wong hadn't complained and hadn't kept a distance since, but he had avoided going all the way again, even when drunk and amorous. For Ma, making and taking another opportunity to fuck his handsome deputy was a watching brief.

"Captain, there is drone action to report," Serjeant Wong said, jamming his heels together and saluting.

"At ease, serjeant."

Ma took the papers Wong held out and read them. American drone activity had increased markedly in the past week. Intelligence suggested their top drone operator had been relocated to the Philippines and was overseeing secret testing. And the top American drone operator, to Ma's surprise, was a woman. He knew surprise was not the right reaction. The Americans promoted women to every role in their armed forces. And hadn't Chairman Mao Zedong himself said 'women hold up half the sky'? But a woman in such a high position in the Chinese military was still unheard of. One day perhaps.

"Ms Cumstrom, I presume," Ma said. Wong nodded and passed over a photograph. Ma looked down at his hands holding a photograph of a young, beautiful, red haired woman who might have been a film star except for the military setting. Kimberly Cumstrom. Not just the American's top drone operator, but highly desirable as well. What did Americans call such women? A fine looking piece of ass?

"Thank you serjeant," Ma said handing back the papers but keeping the photograph. "Next time bring me a photograph of her naked."

He turned and walked to his room, cum still damp in his crotch, wondering if Serjeant Wong Zhang Wei had taken him seriously.
Kimberly tried the radio again just to get broken static. She figured if she got to a villlage her broken knowledge of oriental language may be enough to signal she was american and needed help. Her pilot, claimed he was good at compass directions and knew how to find signs of villages. The pair headed off to see about finding help and hoping not to run into enemy forces if there were any about.
 
Captain Ma was still examining the photograph of Kimberly Cumstrom when Serjeant Wong interrupted him. Indeed, his serjeant caught him examining the picture intimately. The junior officer stepped into his senior’s room and took the photo without comment. Ma stood, stiff warm cock in his hand, trousers round his ankles, and watched his serjeant wipe the fresh cum from the face of Miss Cumstrom with his palm, before folding the soiled photo and slipping it in his pocket. Ma considered inviting his colleague to kneel and clean up his cock, but asked the reason for the interruption instead.

”There is a plane down on the atoll,” Wong said impassively. “Opposite shore. Hard landing, but two occupants have alighted. Both walking. Neither injured.”

He handed a written report to the Captain.

”Identity?”

”Foreign,” Wong said, fixing his eyes on Ma and not on the cock being stroked gently before him. “Undoubtedly American. Who else?”

”Then bring them to me,” Ma said. Teasing Wong was too easy a game for him, especially since the one time they’d fucked. He too fixed his eyes on the man opposite, then after several seconds dropped his gaze to the man’s groin before looking back up, smiling and nodding suggestively. He made no effort to cease pleasuring himself, feeling the last pulses of his orgasm drain through his cock, drops of semen leaking from the slit. He stepped forward, his face inches from Wong, wishing for his jizz to drip onto the other man’s immaculately polished shoes. Ma could smell his colleague’s breath, feel the man’s warmth on his face, sense his intense discomfort. It would take only the slightest forward step to push his cockhead into Wong’s groin, or take his hand and place it on the rod. And Wong was loyal and obedient, however fazed by his Captain’s advances.

”Yes Sir. Is there anything else?”
 
Sgt. Cumstrom and her pilot made their way to a clearing then to a set of bulidings American flags, a bit haggard looking but nonetheless home colors. Little did they know those builidings were abandoned years ago and now are under the current chinese military control. They saw no activity outbin the yards. As they got closer. Sgt Cumstrom stopped as from some distance behind the pair, in broken english they heard "halt these are secure premises no tresspasing" she turned to say they were American, however she regretted that move as at least a dozen chinese soldiers with rifles surrounded them.
 
Ma was thinking what else he might like from his subordinate when his mobile phone buzzed.

"It seems serjeant that the intruders have been apprehended. Bring them to me."

Wong turned to go, but Ma called him back.

"It says a woman. I know how long the men have been on the island. Make sure she is delivered to me....." he smiled, thinking ahead at a million miles an hour.... "intact."

Wong saluted and left the room. Captain Ma sat, stroking his chin. Perhaps I should shave, he thought, and be fresh faced for our visitor. A female military officer. Airwoman perhaps. She must be very senior to be on a mission so far from base and so close to Chinese territory.
 
Ma was thinking what else he might like from his subordinate when his mobile phone buzzed.

"It seems serjeant that the intruders have been apprehended. Bring them to me."

Wong turned to go, but Ma called him back.

"It says a woman. I know how long the men have been on the island. Make sure she is delivered to me....." he smiled, thinking ahead at a million miles an hour.... "intact."

Wong saluted and left the room. Captain Ma sat, stroking his chin. Perhaps I should shave, he thought, and be fresh faced for our visitor. A female military officer. Airwoman perhaps. She must be very senior to be on a mission so far from base and so close to Chinese territory.
The soldiers surround the duo and shouted in their native tongue. Sgt Cumstrom tried to say they were American on non military mission. The soldiers either didn't understand or didnt care as they locked gazes on her statuesque frame. Before she knew it her pilot was hit in the stomach with the butt end of a rifle dropping him to his knees.
One soldiers grabbed Kimberly's arms and pinned them behind her back as one unbuttoned her suit jacket, then her blouse and said "need search" in broken English. He exposed a lacy white front hook bra and then, with a smirk, unclaspes her bra revealing her perky firm 32C chest. He then hiked up her skirt to reveal she was shaved and pantiless under her pantyhose. Kimberly heavily blushed as she protested the treatment. The soldier grabbed the crotch of her pantyhose and said "need search" then a RRIIP was heard.
 
’Intact’, Ma had instructed. He wanted the American woman intact. And her companion. It was ambiguous and he wondered how the men would interpret the order as soon as he’d issued it. Untouched? Uninterfered with? Unfucked? What if she and her offsider resisted? What would his men do then? And what if they were unable to resist temptation? They were soldiers after all, stationed on the atoll with only themselves and internet porn for company. And Ma knew how much the People’s Liberation Army frowned on overuse of the internet when there was daily exercise, meditation, poetry readings, and so on to occupy the mind.

They’re fucked, he thought.

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The soldier leading the search party ripped Serjeant Cumstrom’s pantyhose from her crotch. He smiled at her humiliation, her uniform and blouse open exposing her tits, her shaved pussy on view. Western women, he mused, shaving so they looked like girls. But she was beautiful, desirable, sexy, like the women he looked at on his computer. The pornstars who exposed their primped genitals and opened their legs and their mouths for men without faces, and sometimes even for Asian men like him.

But the order had been to bring her back intact. Was their room for interpretation? Any of the men in the group could fuck her, right here on the beach. And her companion. Even the People’s Liberation Army couldn’t stop them fucking a guy on the atoll, so far from Beijing, so far from the cultural strictures of the mainland.

What was the word he wanted. The English phrase. “Suck my cock,” he said. And once he’d had his turn the others could join in. And she‘d still be intact.
 
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’Intact’, Ma had instructed. He wanted the American woman intact. And her companion. It was ambiguous and he wondered how the men would interpret the order as soon as he’d issued it. Untouched? Uninterfered with? Unfucked? What if she and her offsider resisted? What would his men do then? And what if they were unable to resist temptation? They were soldiers after all, stationed on the atoll with only themselves and internet porn for company. And Ma knew how much the People’s Liberation Army frowned on overuse of the internet when there was daily exercise, meditation, poetry readings, and so on to occupy the mind.

They’re fucked, he thought.

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The soldier leading the search party ripped Serjeant Cumstrom’s pantyhose from her crotch. He smiled at her humiliation, her uniform and blouse open exposing her tits, her shaved pussy on view. Western women, he mused, shaving so they looked like girls. But she was beautiful, desirable, sexy, like the women he looked at on his computer. The pornstars who exposed their primped genitals and opened their legs and their mouths for men without faces, and sometimes even for Asian men like him.

But the order had been to bring her back intact. Was their room for interpretation? Any of the men in the group could fuck her, right here on the beach. And her companion. Even the People’s Liberation Army couldn’t stop them fucking a guy on the atoll, so far from Beijing, so far from the cultural strictures of the mainland.

What was the word he wanted. The English phrase. “Suck my cock,” he said. And once he’d had his turn the others could join in. And she‘d still be intact.
With Sgt Cumstrom held with arms behind back. The "lead" soldier smirked and said "search" with that he plunged two fingers up inside Kimberly's tight hairless slit, worming his fingers around. "Stop this immediately i demand!" She exclaimed. That was met with a slap and the soldier saying "not on American territory cant make demands". He then picked up the pace thrusting his fingers in and and out untill reluctantly buckling at the hips she came hard. He withdrew the fingers and stuffed them in sgt Kimberly's mouth making her taste herself. She was then pushed down to her knees and surounded by 5 soldiers. Her pilot was knelt down about 20 feet away from her surrounded by another 3. Before she could protest her hat was knocked off, her red locks grabbed and a larger than usual asian cock stuffed in her mouth.
 
Captain Ma wondered if he shouldn't have joined his men on the beach, apprehending the Americans. Or would that have just looked desperate? No, he wanted to project an image of power and authority. Be patient, he told himself. Let them be brought to him, in whatever condition.

He smiled, turning over the photo of Serjeant Cumstrom. Serjeant Wong had written 'top cunt' on the back. Top Cunt. That was her nickname. A pun on Top Gun. But why? Was she an ace pilot? An ace drone pilot, for sure. Or was the nickname more personal, sensual, sexual....?

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Soldier Lin watched as his men had their way with the American woman. For men so sex starved she appeared to have them under control, sucking their cocks and accommodating their fingers as she had done his, but with a rhythm, an order, as if she was used to being outgunned in the bedroom. Her military cap lay on the sand, a little trampled, as the men held her red hair tight so they could draw her mouth up to their thirsty cocks. She'd initially resisted, saying 'stop' and some other English words Lin didn't know. He'd slapped her before shoving his fingers inside her shaved cunt and dropping her to her knees. But he hadn't cum on her. He wasn't quite ready. And he wanted his men to enjoy their reward. No, he'd wait until everyone else was satisfied and then he'd use her mouth for his pleasure.

Intact, his commanding officer had said. He'd make sure no one would actually fuck her. Oral, fingering, cumming on her face, were fine. She'd be intact for Captain Ma. But looking across to her colleague, the youth, being used by three of his men, he couldn't be so sure the male prisoner would be intact.
 
Captain Ma wondered if he shouldn't have joined his men on the beach, apprehending the Americans. Or would that have just looked desperate? No, he wanted to project an image of power and authority. Be patient, he told himself. Let them be brought to him, in whatever condition.

He smiled, turning over the photo of Serjeant Cumstrom. Serjeant Wong had written 'top cunt' on the back. Top Cunt. That was her nickname. A pun on Top Gun. But why? Was she an ace pilot? An ace drone pilot, for sure. Or was the nickname more personal, sensual, sexual....?

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Soldier Lin watched as his men had their way with the American woman. For men so sex starved she appeared to have them under control, sucking their cocks and accommodating their fingers as she had done his, but with a rhythm, an order, as if she was used to being outgunned in the bedroom. Her military cap lay on the sand, a little trampled, as the men held her red hair tight so they could draw her mouth up to their thirsty cocks. She'd initially resisted, saying 'stop' and some other English words Lin didn't know. He'd slapped her before shoving his fingers inside her shaved cunt and dropping her to her knees. But he hadn't cum on her. He wasn't quite ready. And he wanted his men to enjoy their reward. No, he'd wait until everyone else was satisfied and then he'd use her mouth for his pleasure.

Intact, his commanding officer had said. He'd make sure no one would actually fuck her. Oral, fingering, cumming on her face, were fine. She'd be intact for Captain Ma. But looking across to her colleague, the youth, being used by three of his men, he couldn't be so sure the male prisoner would be intact.
The head soldier stared down at Sgt Kimberly Cumstrom trying to recover after pretty much being face fucked by 4 chinese soldiers and made to swallow their loads. One of the soldiers knelt down next to her and darted two fingers inside her tght shaved pussy and began worming them around inside the American officer.
Meanwhile, Sgt Kimberly's eyes got big as the "head" soldier revealed his cock, quite larger than his Asian counterparts and stuffed it in her mouth. While this assault began the other 3 that surrounded her picked up her military cap from the sand and jacked off into it then laughed while they placed on her head. A cock in her mouth, fingers in her pussy and now a hat full of cum leaking out and down her face and out the sides of her hat as the "search" went on.
 
Intact? Soldier Lin reviewed his commander’s orders. The American woman coughed up sperm in front of him, on her knees, the product of his soldiers’ exertions staining the sand at his feet. Still, she‘d taken the assault like a trooper. Ha! Like a soldier.

He flipped his cock out of his trousers, then placed his hand under her chin and raised her head so she could see him. By the look in her eyes he could see she was impressed. It wasn’t fear or trepidation. No. The look on her face was....what? Curiosity maybe. He laughed. He wanted to speak with her, but his English was limited. What was the word? Fuck. Of course.

”I fuck,” he said, slapping his cock against her lips. “You. I fuck.”

As she swallowed him without complaint his colleagues slapped her military cap back on her head. They’d filled it with cum which now ran through her hair and down her cheeks as he pumped himself into the back of her mouth. Just time for a quick face fuck and to cum, he thought, before we will be expected. He held her head in his hands and pulled her onto him, feeling the top of her throat with his cock head, then pushing in further, wanting to make her gag. But she was good, like the American whores in the porn he watched. Lin held her tight, sliding himself deeper, her face buried in his pubic hair. Gag, you white slut, he thought. Gag.
 
Intact? Soldier Lin reviewed his commander’s orders. The American woman coughed up sperm in front of him, on her knees, the product of his soldiers’ exertions staining the sand at his feet. Still, she‘d taken the assault like a trooper. Ha! Like a soldier.

He flipped his cock out of his trousers, then placed his hand under her chin and raised her head so she could see him. By the look in her eyes he could see she was impressed. It wasn’t fear or trepidation. No. The look on her face was....what? Curiosity maybe. He laughed. He wanted to speak with her, but his English was limited. What was the word? Fuck. Of course.

”I fuck,” he said, slapping his cock against her lips. “You. I fuck.”

As she swallowed him without complaint his colleagues slapped her military cap back on her head. They’d filled it with cum which now ran through her hair and down her cheeks as he pumped himself into the back of her mouth. Just time for a quick face fuck and to cum, he thought, before we will be expected. He held her head in his hands and pulled her onto him, feeling the top of her throat with his cock head, then pushing in further, wanting to make her gag. But she was good, like the American whores in the porn he watched. Lin held her tight, sliding himself deeper, her face buried in his pubic hair. Gag, you white slut, he thought. Gag.
Sgt Cumstrom gagged slightly but adjusted to the load shot down her throat. She was then pulled to her feet her skirt pulled back in place covering the whole torn in the crotch of her pantyhose,her blouse buttoned, but the soldiers left her front hook bra undone, so Kimberly's perky firm 32C's bounced a bit with each step as cum leaked from her military hat on her head. She was taken to Captain Ma and only the lead soldier remained as her pilot was ordered to detention area as Captain Ma approached the red haired american sneering at his "capture" of an arrogant american that caused trouble to his regime.
 
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Captain Ma smiled enigmatically as his subordinates marched Serjeant Cumstrom into his office. She had obviously been molested. He noted her torn clothing and her tits loose under her blouse, her soiled face and hair. But how could he admonish the men who’d been deprived of female company for weeks on the atoll. Or male company for that matter.

”Welcome Serjeant,” he said. “Wong, where is the male?”

His second in command saluted and stood to attention. “Infirmary, Sir,” he replied.

”Was he injured in the landing? Or the capture?”

Wong hesitated. “Afterwards...”

”After the capture? I told you to bring the Americans to me intact,” Ma said. “Are you intact, Serjeant? Have my men interfered with you.”
 
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Captain Ma smiled enigmatically as his subordinates marched Serjeant Cumstrom into his office. She had obviously been molested. He noted her torn clothing and her tits loose under her blouse, her soiled face and hair. But how could he admonish the men who’d been deprived of female company for weeks on the atoll. Or male company for that matter.

”Welcome Serjeant,” he said. “Wong, where is the male?”

His second in command saluted and stood to attention. “Infirmary, Sir,” he replied.

”Was he injured in the landing? Or the capture?”

Wong hesitated. “Afterwards...”

”After the capture? I told you to bring the Americans to me intact,” Ma said. “Are you intact, Serjeant? Have my men interfered with you.”
Sgt. Cumstrom scowls and just hisses "captain Ma? Im an American soldier in a peace mission, you cannot unlawfully detain me like this!" Her firm perky breasts rising and failing under the crisp white blouse as she spit toward him showing a feisty side. "I demand you let us go now". Obviously naive to the fact american "law" had no jurisdiction in his territory as he approached her.
 
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No matter how upset the American woman was at her treatment, all Captain Ma could see as she spat at him was her breasts bouncing seductively under her blouse. His men had obviously had their way with her during the capture. He could imagine it. ‘Intact’, he’d said and they were nothing if not obedient. Her pussy would be untouched but no doubt her mouth had been well used. As for her male companion, homosexual relationships were not encouraged in the Peoples Liberation Army so he expected little advice or confirmation from the men. He’d inspect the American male’s condition shortly.

”Serjeant,” he said. “You’re not in Kansas now.” Ma smiled at how clever he was. What a line, but did she appreciate it? Or perhaps the lingering taste of Chinese semen in her mouth caused her to be less focused on his wit and knowledge of American films than on her discomfort.

“Perhaps you would like to freshen up while I check on your companion. Please use my bathroom. You will be my guest for a few days so I would like you to be comfortable. You will find a suitable change of clothes in the wardrobe and then we will eat.”

He put his arm behind her back, expecting her to flinch as he guided her to the bathroom, but she was unfazed. The feel of her soft flesh under her blouse excited him. He would check the male later. First he would watch her shower via the hidden camera.
 
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Showing a feisty side, Sgt Cumstrom got inches from Captain Ma's face and said " I am a high ranking officer, you will release my pilot and I now and we will not be your "guests". Her perky firm breasts rose and fell under the blouse since her bra was not refastened.
Sgt. Cumstrom secretly liked the "attention" she got earlier and now wondered, in this game of chicken would Ma flinch or make a bolder move by groping, stripping her, or even bolder?
 
Captain Ma was both impressed and irritated. This American woman was unfazed. Good for her, he thought. And good for me.

”Serjeant,” he said softly, holding his face close and not withdrawing in the face of her feistiness. “You may be a high ranking officer, but I outrank you. And in any case....” He tried to continue, but her breasts, dancing around under her blouse, distracted him. “In any case, our respective seniors will be working hard to resolve our little problem.”

Two can play at this, he thought. “If you wish to reject my hospitality, perhaps we can find another arrangement which suits you better.”

He held his face up close, placed his hands on her shoulders and smiled.

”I think you should thank me for not placing you in solitary confinement,” he said. “In the customary manner.”

The Captain pushed down hard, causing Serjeant Cumstrom to sink to her knees before him. He placed one hand behind her head, enjoying the feel of her hair between his fingers, while with his other hand he unzipped his trousers.
 
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