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13:15 For Queen and Country!

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Zahra and me are in the back of a taxi and we are not happy. We are on one of Lou’s ‘escort’ jobs which is bread and butter for Zahra. Me – I don’t need the cash and I’m only here to be with Zahra. We are both dressed in white. Zahra is wearing a PVC mini skirt and crop top that contrast with her smooth amber skin and white peep toe court shoes with a five inch heel. I’m in a very skimpy mini dress with a keyhole cut away showing off the diamond stud in my belly button and pink platform sandals with a 7/12 inch heel. Zahras nails and lipstick are scarlet and mine are baby pink. Lou told us very little about the job other than we were meeting a guy called Stan. We are pissed of cos we have been travelling for over an hour and we are way out of town and way out of our comfort zone. I try to call her but her mobile goes straight onto ‘answer’ and I contemplate telling the driver to take us back to town. But he tells us we are five minutes away from our destination so we turn all professional, check our makeup, pop a stick of chewing gum, and squeeze each others hands for support.

The taxi stops at a crossroads in the middle of nowhere. In the long evenings, the sun is still shining and the scene looks very peaceful. A small van is parked at the side of the road and the driver opens the door and gets out. I slip my Coco Chanel sunglasses on, tell Zahra to stay in the taxi, and I cross the road to meet him. The guy is tall, tanned and very fit looking. He has short blond hair and piercing blue eyes. He looks me up and down and nods approvingly. “You Stan?” I ask – a little too aggressively. “No – I’m Rick – but I’m going to take you to Stan.” I look into his eyes and he looks back at me – my heart flips over – he is fucking lush – but the main thing is he looks honest – hard as fuck – but honest. I beckon Zahra and we climb into the van. We drive for a few more miles then he turns to me and asks if we mind getting into the back and covering ourselves over. This is it! Time to get out! He puts one hand on my bare knee and says:
“Please trust me Melanie!”
Why am I such a sucker? I hustle Zahra into the back and we find a couple of duvets. They are spotlessly clean – unlike the back of some vans I’ve been shagged in! So we cover ourselves and a couple of minutes later the van slows, Rick chats to some other bloke then we drive on for a bit more until he reverses up over a kerb and stops. “Here we are ladies!” He calls cheerfully.

He climbs out of the van and opens the back door and takes our hands. “Got to hurry a bit ladies – I’m afraid.” With that he leads us along a concrete path, and through an open fire escape. I cast a glance around, recognise where we are and start to struggle, but he is so strong and we are quickly indoors and the door slams behind us. “Right – that’s the difficult part he says – come and meet the lads – or should I say your clients!” I am very afraid – the neat rows of identical buildings, everything painted in the same colours, doors, kerb stones, signboards – we are inside a fucking Army camp! This has all gone horribly wrong and we are about to be gang raped by a bunch of tranny-hating squaddies. If I ever get outta this I’m gonna stick a cheese grater up Lou’s ass!

Zahra doesn’t see the danger, she is so innocent and so needs the money, so she follows Rick like a little puppy as I lag behind as far as I can with my hand encased in his beefy grip. We reach the top floor and stop at a door marked ‘3 Section’. Rick raps the door in some sort of coded knock and it opens to reveal yet another tanned, fit-looking hunk. He too looks us over approvingly and then leads us along a short corridor with eight doors, each with a nameplate on it, past a kitchen and into a large room. There are several sofas pushed against two walls and a couple of beds against the others. The other wall has what looks like a home-built bar running along it. All I can think is this is where my life is going to end and I stand there like a rabbit caught in car headlights.

There are now eight guys in the room – of varying heights and hair colours but all incredibly lean and deeply tanned. Rick lets us go but it doesn’t matter as the door has closed behind us. He claps his hands and the room falls silent.
“Guys – this is Melanie and Zahra!”
The other seven erupt into a chorus of cheers and wolf whistles and then, to a man give us a thumbs-up and chant “Commendable!” Christ! It reminds me of some American Frat movie. The guys close in and line up – it is surreal because they are like in order with the tallest at one end and the shortest at the other. Rick is enjoying his role and he introduces them: “OK ladies, this is Stretch, Sniffer, Scanner, Smeggy, Scarecrow, Shoppy and Shrew and you can call me Shark. We are the boys from Three Section and we are just back from Afghanistan – or the STAN!”

I am not sure whether to be relieved that at least I know who, or what, ‘Stan’ is - or overwhelmed to be in the presence of so much prime beef.

Rick – or Shark – takes me to the bar and sits me on a stool. He is unnerved by my mirror sunglasses and reaches for them. I shake my head but he gently removes them and frowns when he sees my eye, which is still half-shut from where some bastard guy hit me earlier in the week. “Who did this Melanie?” He asks with surprising tenderness. I replace my shades and laugh harshly. “Occupational hazard!” He touches my knee and says – “There’ll be no rough stuff tonight – I promise.” I look into his cobalt blue eyes and my heart flips again – he really means it and I know we’ll be OK. Then I notice another seven pairs of eyes watching so I cross my legs and waggle one pink platform at them and they all look very interested! Shark sits next to me and asks if I want a drink. “Sure!” I reply. “Jim Beam!” He shouts and a bottle appears as if from nowhere. He pours me a shot and then Zahra. She shakes her head and in the silence that follows I whisper – “She doesn’t drink!” I might have been better saying ‘she’s a child molester’ because it all goes a bit frosty. However, Shoppy who is an Asian lad, comes to her rescue and produces a can of Coke that looks like it was behind the bar before the boys went to ‘Stan’ and they retire to one of the sofas. The others give them a thumbs-down with a cry of “Despicable!” and I am left at the bar with seven squaddies vying for my attention. Shark explains that his section has been together through tours of duty in Iraq and Afghanistan. They talk to each other in a curious language of which I only understand every other word. Their lexicon is peppered with a mixture of acronyms, abbreviations, names of bits of military equipment and place names – all melded together into what may-as-well-be a foreign language. Statements like ‘Smudger copped a blighty one when his Gimpy jammed and he had to bale out of his Snatch near Lashkar Gah!’ are bandied about and I sip my drink and tried to look both interested and comprehending.

Suddenly Shark announces a toast “To the nine members of 3 Section!” They all down their drinks and I dutifully follow suit, wondering who the ninth member is. Shark refills my glass and puts me out of my misery. He places a small rubber snake, about six inches long, on the bar. “Meet Sid – he’s our mascot!” This is getting freakier by the second. I look across to Zahra for support but she is doing tongue gymnastics with Shoppy. A photo album appears and the guys crowd around. Every shot features Sid – perched on top of a gun, on a bar in some pub, somewhere in the desert next to a real snake, on top of a tank, on a ski slope, tucked down the G String of a pole dancer, on the face of a dead Taliban fighter with his tail up the guy’s nose! – Sid is the talisman of this remarkable group wherever they go. The snake is placed on my shoulder and half a dozen cameras appear, blinding me with the flashes and I know I’ll appear in their trophy book! Shark tells me they have been back for three days and are confined to camp for a week. It’s called ‘decompression’ before they can go home to their families – I guess after they climb down off the adrenalin high following their time fighting in Afghanistan. Women are banned from camp which was why Shark hit on the idea of bringing two trannies into the barracks sort of sticking two fingers up at the establishment while not technically breaking the rules! Explanations completed Shark shouts “Naked Bar!” and all eight guys strip in an instant. I might still be gang-raped but at least it is going to be by eight of the fittest guys on the planet!

Having stripped, Shoppy (apparently, because his father runs a corner shop) continues snogging Zahra and I am left staring at seven cocks. These guys are so fucking fit. Christ! Scanner has even been wounded and has a bandage on one arm. There is not an ounce of fat on any, and their lean muscles stand proud - I feel my own cock swelling. Their cocks range from small but perfectly formed - through big - to Stretch’s which is in the ‘Oh my God that will never fit in me!’ category. Shark yells “Down in one!” and we all drain our drinks – which are instantly refilled. This happens three times before Shark realises that as they had been off the booze for six months they are all getting pissed and I am the ‘sober’ one. “Johnnys on!” He shouts and all seven produce a condom and roll it onto cocks with a varying degree of hardness. I stand and slip out of my dress and all condoms suddenly fit! The only way to get this over is to play along so I ask – “Who’s first?”

Shrew is the smallest and cannot be more than eighteen. He is definitely the ‘small but perfectly formed’ - he is also a virgin as the others gleefully tell me. I lead him to the bed and the others crowd round – hands on cocks - as we lay together. The poor kid is wilting fast so I slip out of my panties and my own cock springs from between my legs - to a chorus of cheers - and another ‘Commendable!’ I slide my knickers over Shrew’s face and his eyes widen in shock. Then he inhales, the satin clinging to the contours of his face, and, as soon as his cock stiffens, I straddle him. To a chorus of whistles, lewd catcalls and camera flashes I ride this timid little kid, raking his smooth chest with my nails until he cries out in ecstasy. I release him, slide his condom off and suck it dry, earning yet another ‘Commendable!’ Shrew is about to slide off the bed but I grab him and snog him – giving him back his own spunk. His eyes widen but he responds, and we tongue for a while before I let him go. Shrew stands and raises his arms in triumph to yet another chorus of praise. I lie on the bed – high with the excitement, ‘slut gene’ totally in control, and cry – ‘Who’s next!’

Shark joins me on the bed and whispers “RHIP” I looked bemused and he translates ‘Rank Has Its Privileges’. I kneel on the bed and pretty soon his condom-clad cock is inside me. Now the great advantage of being the most sober person there (apart from Zahra and Shoppy) is that I can transform myself from the fuckee to the fucker. So I beckon to Stretch and huskily croak ‘Spit Roast?’ and he grins and waves his gigantic cock in front of my face. “There’s no need for this!” I gasp as I slide off the condom and take him between my pink lips. There is no way I am going to let his cock anywhere near my ass, so I give him the blow job of his life, flinging my head back with reckless abandon and taking him straight down my throat. He literally chokes me and I gasp for air as I take him so deep I am weak and breathless as he fucks my mouth. Stretch is aseptically clean as had Shrew been before him. These are straight guys in the prime of life without a germ between them. I reach behind and slide Shark out of me, remove the condom and re-insert him - and I don’t think he even notices! The others shout encouragement with Shrew – now a non-virgin - the loudest - as Shark approaches his orgasm and climaxes inside me with a yell of triumph. At the same moment Stretch shoots his load into my mouth and I pull him down and kiss him hard. Shark gets an attack of decorum and declines the offer of sharing Stretches spunk, slides off me and joins his troops at the foot of the bed. I shrug and yell “Next!”

Scanner is next, a bit the worse for wear for the whisky so I sit him with his back to the headboard, spread his legs and sit between them. His cock is still limp until I place an ankle on each of his shoulders, my pink patent heels flicking his ears. As soon as he smells the musky scent of my feet he swells and I mount him. Scanner grabs my feet and slides his tongue under my arches then takes control and starts to lick, kiss then suck my toes. This is just starting to get so good, as he is a skilled foot-jobber, when he, too, climaxes inside me. Smeggy appears next and wants the same thing. He is obviously a ‘toe man’ as he sucks and licks my toes before grabbing both my heels and taking them into his mouth, much to the delight of the others. He is the quickest – mind you – he has been the one paying most attention to his cock while the others were having their go!!! He climaxes, raises his arms in triumph and moves aside for the next guy. I unbuckle my sandals and give them to Sniffer as he joins me on the bed. He lives up to his nickname and catches on straightaway. As he rams my pink platform into his face, his cock swells and I draw my legs up and hook them behind my head. There is a collective gasp and then a moments silence – followed by “Commendable!” Sniffer thrusts into me, never letting go of my shoe. He is the first to take an interest in me as a person and holds the shoe in one hand as he strokes my cock with the other - to another chorus of praise and flashes from the assembled cameras. He comes explosively the first time - then withdraws from me - sending hot jets of spunk across my tummy – the mob jeer “Despicable!” and Scarecrow takes his place.

Scarecrow does not have the regulation crew cut but has floppy locks that bely his profession. He looks hard, tough and the most psychotic of them all and I’m terrified he’ll hurt me. However, he leans close and whispers: “I’m scared I won’t be able to perform Melanie – can you help me?” My heart flips over again at these brave, yet child-like, warriors and I murmur my support. For him, I kneel on the bed and cup my bare feet under my butt. Pressing my feet together I arch my soles and a slit appears between them leading directly to my ass. Scarecrow needs no further assistance as his cock slips into my foot pussy out the other side and into my ass. He grabs my shoes and we both inhale my scent as he fucks me until he comes inside me. Like the others it takes less than five minutes. Animal cries of ecstasy capture everyone’s attention and we turn to see Zahra with her legs on Shoppy’s shoulders as he expends himself inside her. After a moment she joins me and we hold hands – she knows she’s got off lightly. There are more camera flashes then Shark announces that it’s Sid’s turn. I know what’s coming next so I kneel beside Zahra and thrust my ass at them. I hardly feel the snake inserted into me but the sudden eruption of camera flashes and cheers tell me we are making the scrapbook!

Shark appears next to me and says: “There’s one more tradition when we bring a girl back to the room! – Youngest guy gets to lick her out after we’ve all been through!” With that, Shrew appears at my butt and starts to probe with his tongue. He is going really well until I flex my ass muscles and spunk dribbles into his mouth – he retches and earns a chorus of catcalls from his mates. Shark, naked and rampant next to me is the man of the moment. “We all appreciate there are two people here who still need to be satisfied!” I take the hint straightaway and Zahra and I kneel before each other and kiss passionately as we stroke each others cocks. As we approach our climaxes I am aware of the ring of cocks around us. Four of the guys have faces buried inside our shoes and Shrew has Zahra’s knickers on his head! I take Shoppy’s mocca-coloured cock into my mouth as I want Zahra’s taste for myself. Clinging onto his bony butt I hold him firm as he cums again in my mouth just before Zahra and me cum over each other. All the while, we are showered in sperm from the ring of cocks around us.

Zahra and I are covered in spunk from head to toe. In fact at least two of the guys have aimed for our toes and we lie and lick each others feet clean, before proceeding to lap the rest up like it is vintage champagne. I think that if I die this evening I have so much DNA inside me that I will keep the forensic science laboratory busy for a month! Shark kneels beside the bed and says – “The boys want you to know that they’re not gay - but it was kinda OK with you girls!” I know exactly what he means – but it is nice of him to say it. We retrieve our clothes but our knickers have mysteriously disappeared. Shark opens a tall cupboard and pinned to the inside of the door are at least sixty pairs of panties! We don’t want to spoil their trophy collection so Zahra and I fish spare underwear from our bags to a final chorus of ‘Commendable!’ We kiss each of the guys then Zahra and I squat and each give Shrew a love bite on his stomach to remember us by! Shark leads us into the corridor with Shoppy, who is to drive us back to meet another taxi. He hands over a bulging envelope. “There’s five hundred pounds from each of us and another thousand from Sid! Don’t worry – we all saved loads of cash and this is how we wanted to spend some of it.”

I draw Zahra aside and whisper to her. I can’t take my cut and I am going to return Lou’s thousand to them as well – I’ll sort it out with her tomorrow. I know Zahra desperately needs the money for her college fees and I am not going to spoil it for her. I don’t know much about the war in Afghanistan, but I do know it’s a shitty place and these guys deserve every penny they earn. Zahra makes no attempt to sort out her money but thrusts the whole envelope back to Shark. She talks slowly and forms the words very deliberately:
“I am from Iran and I would be stoned to death for what I have just done. The Taliban would do the same to me. In Britain I am free to be who I am. You fight to give me the freedom to be who I am…so I cannot take your money.”
She looks fiercely determined, her little pointy chin jutting, as she hands the money over. Shark is obviously undecided so I chip in: “I can’t believe I just let eight guys shag me for nothing – take your frickin’ money before I change my mind!” Shark laughs and quips: “I thought the ‘tart with a heart’ didn’t exist!” Then I have a thought – I dig into my handbag and produce a garage servicing receipt with the address of the guy who smacked me around earlier in the week and give it to him. I remove my sunglasses and finger my eye. “Don’t suppose you could pay him a visit?” Shark nods and pockets the paper and I know he’ll do that for me – together with the other seven! Then Zahra holds up a hand and pauses. Here we go I think – another frickin’ joke Lou has put into her pretty little head.

“What is the difference between Melanie and the Sahara Pipeline?”
Shark and Shoppy dutifully shake their heads.

“The pipeline was only laid by one thousand men!”

They both shout ‘Commendable!’ as I make a mental note to buy the biggest cheese grater I can find!

Love

Melanie

xxxx



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