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Specialist Allen Perkins
Age 22
Height 5'10"
Short, sandy brown hair
Hazel Eyes
160lbs
Athletic build. No tattoos or piercings.
"Oh, yes. Daddy! Daddy! DADDY!" wailed the woman next door to my room in the barracks. There wasn't a moment's peace here. You get a bunch of guys fresh out of Basic and they feel empowered now. They bring back these girls to the barracks and have their way with them.
The guy next door is Dameron. Real hot-shot. Or, at least he thinks he is. I've always see him with a new girl every weekend. Sometimes they're military, sometimes they're not. A couple of times they were spouses of other soldiers. Because of this willful fucking around, I didn't like Dameron. In the field, he was border-line competent. A few times he got us lost because he couldn't read a map.
But, boy did he fuck.
This latest tisk came out of the room lathered in sweat, putting on her uniform, and trying to slink away without being noticed. Hearing their door closed, I purposely step out and see her, a nice petite brunette, a specialist with a transportation battalion. When she realized I was there, she lowered her head with a nervous smile and walked by without further acknowledgement.
That was another notch under Dameron's belt.
Next day, after PT, I went back to my room to shower and change. That happened to be the same time as Dameron was in the hall talking to his latest catch, a blonde private from our unit, I think her name was Simmons. She had a bit of meat on her. Not to worry, Dameron would tap anything.
Going inside and shutting the door, I could still hear the two talking in the hallway. For some strange reason, I lingered and listened intently. Though their voices were somewhat muffled by the thickness of the door, I could hear Simmons say, "On the website it says that you're 6'5"," with a tone of disappointment. "You're not that high! You're barely six feet! And it also says that you're half-black. You don't look like you're black."
Chuckling a bit, I continued to listen as this girl pointed out the flaws in this guy. Dameron wasn't black at all. He boasted that his family was from Germany, and even said that his DNA test had no trace of African ancestry. He just liked using the lie because he thinks women go for more black men than white. I don't understand his logic.
Anyway, Simmons continues to ream him until finally stopping off. No sex for him this time. But in her rant, I heard her mention a website 'MBB' or 'Military Black Book'. Never heard of it before. After taking a shower and changing into my fatigues for the day, I sat at the computer and decided to give it a try. Perhaps it was a code or a Facebook page. I couldn't find it.
Reported for duty and was tasked with cleaning the company bay area. It was a Friday and our sergeant said that if we got everything done before lunch he could get us off early. So, naturally, we were working like beavers.
As luck would have it, during the cleaning, I ran into Simmons as she was dropping off paperwork for our company. Felt rather awkward asking about it, but I said, "I heard you two arguing outside my room. Is everything all right?"
"Oh, yeah. It's fine," Simmons scoffed. "I just thought a guy I met online was something that he wasn't. You know what I mean?"
"Yeah. Yeah, I do. But I heard you mention something about a Military Black Book?" I asked in a whisper.
"Oh, that!" Simmons reached into one of her pockets and pulled out a sliver of paper. "It's this stupid website that base personnel go to. It's just for fucking. You find people looking for specific things, one-night stands, DP, four-some, gangbang...you name it. Only way you can get it is to have the proper address. When you ask for access, they ask for a reference number. This one's mine, a series of numbers. They'll notify me and I'll vouch for you. And you're in!" With that, she was off.
This night I was bored, tired, but unable to sleep. I decided to give the website a try. Felt rather sneaky or covert using this site. When it demanded a password and entered it, it took a moment to load and then I was in. There were hundreds of profiles, some discrete others with pictures with all sorts of likes and dislikes. There were categories for gender, hair color, body types, branches of service, sexual kinks and more. I sat there gob smacked for a time until I decided to just try a few filters and see what came up for shits and giggles.
(I'm looking for a woman to write with. This story can be fast and loose, or slow and serious. I don't do rape, scat, incest, BDSM or sick stuff.)
Age 22
Height 5'10"
Short, sandy brown hair
Hazel Eyes
160lbs
Athletic build. No tattoos or piercings.
"Oh, yes. Daddy! Daddy! DADDY!" wailed the woman next door to my room in the barracks. There wasn't a moment's peace here. You get a bunch of guys fresh out of Basic and they feel empowered now. They bring back these girls to the barracks and have their way with them.
The guy next door is Dameron. Real hot-shot. Or, at least he thinks he is. I've always see him with a new girl every weekend. Sometimes they're military, sometimes they're not. A couple of times they were spouses of other soldiers. Because of this willful fucking around, I didn't like Dameron. In the field, he was border-line competent. A few times he got us lost because he couldn't read a map.
But, boy did he fuck.
This latest tisk came out of the room lathered in sweat, putting on her uniform, and trying to slink away without being noticed. Hearing their door closed, I purposely step out and see her, a nice petite brunette, a specialist with a transportation battalion. When she realized I was there, she lowered her head with a nervous smile and walked by without further acknowledgement.
That was another notch under Dameron's belt.
Next day, after PT, I went back to my room to shower and change. That happened to be the same time as Dameron was in the hall talking to his latest catch, a blonde private from our unit, I think her name was Simmons. She had a bit of meat on her. Not to worry, Dameron would tap anything.
Going inside and shutting the door, I could still hear the two talking in the hallway. For some strange reason, I lingered and listened intently. Though their voices were somewhat muffled by the thickness of the door, I could hear Simmons say, "On the website it says that you're 6'5"," with a tone of disappointment. "You're not that high! You're barely six feet! And it also says that you're half-black. You don't look like you're black."
Chuckling a bit, I continued to listen as this girl pointed out the flaws in this guy. Dameron wasn't black at all. He boasted that his family was from Germany, and even said that his DNA test had no trace of African ancestry. He just liked using the lie because he thinks women go for more black men than white. I don't understand his logic.
Anyway, Simmons continues to ream him until finally stopping off. No sex for him this time. But in her rant, I heard her mention a website 'MBB' or 'Military Black Book'. Never heard of it before. After taking a shower and changing into my fatigues for the day, I sat at the computer and decided to give it a try. Perhaps it was a code or a Facebook page. I couldn't find it.
Reported for duty and was tasked with cleaning the company bay area. It was a Friday and our sergeant said that if we got everything done before lunch he could get us off early. So, naturally, we were working like beavers.
As luck would have it, during the cleaning, I ran into Simmons as she was dropping off paperwork for our company. Felt rather awkward asking about it, but I said, "I heard you two arguing outside my room. Is everything all right?"
"Oh, yeah. It's fine," Simmons scoffed. "I just thought a guy I met online was something that he wasn't. You know what I mean?"
"Yeah. Yeah, I do. But I heard you mention something about a Military Black Book?" I asked in a whisper.
"Oh, that!" Simmons reached into one of her pockets and pulled out a sliver of paper. "It's this stupid website that base personnel go to. It's just for fucking. You find people looking for specific things, one-night stands, DP, four-some, gangbang...you name it. Only way you can get it is to have the proper address. When you ask for access, they ask for a reference number. This one's mine, a series of numbers. They'll notify me and I'll vouch for you. And you're in!" With that, she was off.
This night I was bored, tired, but unable to sleep. I decided to give the website a try. Felt rather sneaky or covert using this site. When it demanded a password and entered it, it took a moment to load and then I was in. There were hundreds of profiles, some discrete others with pictures with all sorts of likes and dislikes. There were categories for gender, hair color, body types, branches of service, sexual kinks and more. I sat there gob smacked for a time until I decided to just try a few filters and see what came up for shits and giggles.
(I'm looking for a woman to write with. This story can be fast and loose, or slow and serious. I don't do rape, scat, incest, BDSM or sick stuff.)
