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UN Training
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I am Hauptman Freda Petry, a proud German officer. My cousin was head of the right wing German nationalist AfD party, and very strongly against immigration, believing it was time Germany took its place as a force, as a natural leader in the world today.
As a new Hauptman or Captain, I was excited when I was named head of the training contribution to the upcoming UN peacekeeping mission in the Congo. Germany was providing the training for the Indian troops that would be providing the bulk of the boots on the ground for the mission in Congo.
In the beginning, I found the Indian soldiers to be badly equipped, indifferently trained and somewhat chauvinistic. They responded well to field challenges and had tremendous fighting spirit when properly lead. She was really impressed with Lt Karanveer.
He was an MMA fighter as well as an Infantry officer. A low born self made man. He was not “an officer and a gentleman”, he was a professional fighting man. A hard dark Indian man whose men respected and feared him, and loved fearing him. Proud to serve a man so hard, they loved him for the discipline he instilled.
I remembered the bitter old men talking about the new soft Germany, and she knew that no German officer of today would dare be as hard on his troops as Lt Karanveer. He was what German officers once were maybe, only we weren’t anymore.
I found myself blushing and stammering when he looked at me. I found myself thinking of him when I showered and even pleasuring myself thinking about his hands, his hard dark hands on my breasts. I tucked my raven black hair behind my ears and back into the pony that kept it out of my face and remembered how I had almost fallen when Lt Karanveer had tucked a strand behind my ear without thinking and I almost came when I felt his hard hands slide along my ear and neck.
It wasn’t long before I had to tell myself that sexual thoughts about a subordinate were a crime in the Bundeswehr, and I should stop. Then I thought, he is not really my subordinate, I am a training officer, and he is in command of his own men!
I went to talk to him after training on a Friday when the men worked only a half day.
“Lt Karanveer, you know that while I am serving as your commanding officer for this UN training mission, I don’t really feel I am actually in command of you. I mean, I don’t feel like I am your superior officer, and that means it might not be inappropriate if we were to have a coffee maybe, just as two officers” I was blushing as I said it, and I could not look into his dark burning eyes, just to his well muscled neck to watch the pulse throb in his throat.
He moved against me, his hard chest radiating heat and manly smell. His hand cupped my jaw and turned my blue eyes up to face his.
“I have never thought of you as my superior officer. I am clearly the superior, and your body has been telling you that since I arrived. You are a strong and beautiful woman, a natural beauty, and nature has made you to seek out the dominant man and to serve him, to please him so that you can belong to him and breed superior babies.”
That was the most patriarchal crap I had ever heard. I opened my mouth to tell him so when he pulled me in to kiss me. Then I couldn’t think. I was clawing at his clothes, kissing, sucking licking and even biting his chest as he tore my uniform off. He had to hold me down because I was frantic to get his pant’s off, but he knew if he didn’t take his boots off he would be helpless with his pants around his ankles.
He stripped his boots off and I pulled down his pants and shorts. I couldn’t believe his cock. It was so dark and heavy, so hot to the touch and potent like some sort of spiced rum. I moaned when I took it in my mouth and grabbed him by the bum to try to force more in.
I guess I was rushing too much, because he took my belt off and tied my hands behind my back so he could control my pace and learn how to handle a huge Hindu cock, not a little German one. It was two days before I could have sex with him the second time, as my poor pussy was stretched so much the first time that all I could do is blow him three times the next day.
We were lovers every chance we had, even in the field. His mean loved the fact that their Lt was making the German Hauptman his plaything. I loved every second of it, because he was the superior man and I would do anything for him.
The training mission was over, and his men were deploying. I was devastated.
Lt Karanveer told me that it would not be fair for him to take his own German whore into he field if his men could not have one. I told him that I could apply to be attached to his battalion when they deployed, then I could be with him for the whole mission!
Lt Karanveer told me that I could only come if I would serve all the men in his platoon when he told me they deserved a treat, and serve them as eagerly and well as I served him. I swore I would. My cousin may think that Germany was the natural leader, that Germans were the dominant force, but it was the men of India who had taught me who the rightful leaders were, and I would do whatever it took to be allowed to serve Lt Karanveer, even if it meant his entire company not just platoon.
Lt Karanveer took me to his First Sgt Devi, an older pot bellied sweaty man whose eyes had been all over me since the Indians arrival at the UN training camp.
“Hauptman Petry, this is my First Sgt. I want you to show him how you would serve each of my men in the field. If you do a good job, then I will accept you along on this mission. It isn’t enough to hear it, I want to see it.” Lt Karanveer turned to his Sgt and spoke firmly.
“Sgt Devi, you will film her serving you, and play it for the men at lunch. If they agree that she will be a good whore, and not just another European who thinks they can come along on our missions and tell the fighting men how to do the job they won’t risk their own troops for, then she can come along as our liaison”
He held his camera phone in his hand as I knelt before him. His cock was shorter and thick as a beer can. Dark and heavy, it was like two German cocks strapped together, but I had been practicing on Lt Karanveer’s huge bull cock for a month straight, and I could swallow the Sgt without gagging.
I didn’t just suck his cock, I made love to it. Looking up at him, and looking into the camera, I tried to show my devotion as a good German Frauline, a devoted worshiper of the mighty Hindu cock.
When he came, I held his cum in my mouth and showed him as I swirled it around and swallowed every drop.
The vote was unanimous. I would be coming to Congo. I only hope Lt Karanveer was joking when he said I might be useful in a hearts-and-minds outreach to local Congolese leaders!
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Posted on : Feb 3, 2020
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