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Bruijn who had his own suite.

Nanci was looking out the window. "General, the view of the Riverwalk in the distance, all lit up is spectacular."

"Miss Bourdeau, and you light up this room." He handed her a glass of bourbon and put his arm around her waist.

"How kind of you to say. General, we both know I didn't come here to look at the Riverwalk. And just so you know, it's Mrs. Bourdeau." She took the arm that was around her waist and moved it to her breast.

They both put their glasses down, and the general's hands were on both breasts. Nanci held them there, turned and kissed him on the mouth. Their tongues were engaged almost immediately.

Momentarily, she pulled away. "General, I have to be honest with you. I'm a little nervous."

"Mrs. Bourdeau, you're not a virgin, are you? I'd find that hard to believe."

"Oh no, General. In fact, my husband is in South Korea and I'm lonely. I-I've never been with a black man."

"I see, but tonight, it appears that you're okay being with a black man. Are you curious, Mrs. Bourdeau?"

"Curious, nervous, anxious."

He was gently massaging Nanci's breasts. "Let me help with the nerves." General Donaldson reached for the zipper at the back of her dress. When the dress fell off Nanci's shoulders, his hands went back to her breasts, her naked breasts.

"Relax, Mrs. Bourdeau, just relax. Please call me Greg. They're beautiful."

"Thank you, Greg. Your hands are marvelous. Ummmmm, I said I was nervous and also curious." She reached behind her, fiddling with his belt buckle.

"I see and you've heard all the rumors and myths?"

"Yes, thank you for understanding, Greg."

"Mrs. Bourdeau, I'm like any other man, but perhaps you should find out for yourself." He moved his hands from her breasts to her shoulders. He didn't put much pressure on them, but Nanci got the message.

"Greg, that's a fine idea." She got on her knees.. "I can't think of a better way to get to know a man."

Soon she had his cock out of his pants. "Oh Greg, I hope this is all for me."

The General was already hard. It was as big as she'd ever seen, and of course, the first black one. "I think it's the anticipation that has me ready."

"Greg, like I said, I'm a little nervous, perhaps you can help me relax. I'd love to get to know your big cock, but maybe a little incentive on your part would help."

Nanci got off her knees. Her dress was on the floor. She walked toward the bed, taking off her panties. On the bed, she spread her legs; her big blonde bush beckoning him.

Since she'd bathed, shaved her legs and did some grooming, all she'd thought about was getting her pussy eaten. She never expected it would be by a general, a black general.

General Gregory Townsend could not believe his luck, he thought as he stared up from the bottom of the bed at Nanci Bourdeau's golden bush.

It wasn't the first woman he'd cheated on his wife with; it wasn't the first white woman either. Since graduating from the Academy, Greg found that women were attracted to the uniform. His one rule was no fraternization with junior female officers.

Still, they came on to him, as did senior female officers. He did his best to fend them off, but it was the wives of junior male officers that he couldn't resist. To be clear: they threw themselves at him as he rose in rank, hoping he'd put in a good word for their husbands.

This was true even after he married Nikki King, a tall, gorgeous African-American woman. In addition to being beautiful, Nikki King was a great, and I do mean great fuck. However, in the last decade she seemed less interested.

Still Greg Townsend had a difficult time saying no to women who not so subtly offered themselves to him. Nikki King knew and understood; she, too, had suitors who she had trouble saying no to.

He still remembered the first time the wife of an enlisted man knocked on his office door. He was a captain. Her name was Vanessa Miller, and she was a gorgeous redhead. It was the first white woman he'd ever been with. The way that she fucked him, Captain Townsend knew she wouldn't be the last.

"Captain, that's the biggest cock I've ever seen. I may not be able to swallow all of it now, but I promise, I'll keep trying."

She wasn't the first one to be impressed by the size of his cock.

"Vanessa, I've never tasted a sweeter pussy. It tickles my nose, you know?"

"Would you like it to tickle you again?" She laughed and pushed his head back into her bush; her rust- colored bush. "Greg, about my husband's promotion."

I'm sure you'll agree that under the circumstances, it was hard for Captain Townsend to dismiss her request.

While stationed in Germany, one of his sergeants wanted to marry a lovely Hamburg fraulein. The paperwork for marrying a foreign national was difficult if not impossible. The beautiful German woman spent a weekend on her knees pleading with him to expedite the paperwork. That's not all she did while on her knees. For twenty-one-years-old, she was extraordinary, relentless and insatiable.

The paperwork quickly moved up the ladder. The fraulein, however, was infatuated with Captain Townsend's black cock, and found a way to get on her knees at least once a month even after she married.

As he rose in rank, not just the wives of junior officers inquired to his availability, but the wives of politicians and even female politicians were intrigued. Remember, at the time, there weren't too many black senior officers. "Colonel, as a member of the Armed Services Committee, I can do things for your career," sixty-year-old Senator Johnson from Minnesota said, as she got on her back.

The next time they saw each other the Senator wouldn't get off her knees.

Two months later, the wife of newly-elected Congressman Ditmar of Alabama invited him to her apartment while her husband was back in Mobile. "Colonel, I've always been curious," she said as she got on her knees. She was twenty-seven. Colonel Townsend was now closing in on fifty. The contrast between her pale white skin and his black cock going in and out of her mouth was striking.

She'd been an Olympic champion. She had the stamina to fuck and suck all night; in addition to her insatiable desire for his cock. It didn't seem to matter if it was in her mouth or pussy; she just couldn't get enough of it. Mrs. Ditmar let Colonel Townsend know whenever her husband was away from DC.

Now, it was Nanci Bourdeau. Her beautiful blonde pussy was right there. He crawled between her legs. "Oh General, you know exactly what my pussy needs."

His face was between her legs; his tongue in that luscious pussy. Nanci wrapped her legs around his head and slowly fucked him. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't stop; he was in a vise. He didn't want to.

He didn't want to until Nanci insisted. "Fuck me, Greg. Come up here and fuck me. You have my pussy on fire."

Meanwhile Glenda Townsend was being undressed by the Dutch General; willingly I might add. As a young lieutenant, he had been an observer with the Tanzanian army which was putting down a rebel revolt. He'd become familiar with a female Tanzanian captain.

General de Bruijn never forgot her taste. "Lieutenant, you've been in my bed for three days," the Tanzanian captain told him, "I'm not complaining, but I thought by now your tongue would be worn out and your cock ready."

The moment he laid eyes on Glenda Townsend; he was certain her pussy would taste every bit as good as that Tanzanian captain. He was right; his tongue didn't quit until almost dawn. And then only because she demanded he fuck her.

TO BE CONTIUNED

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