Alangu looked at his gas gauge quickly calculating whether or not he had enough gas to get to Guelph and home again. He figured he would be okay. Brit was cruising a couple of car lengths ahead in her cobalt blue late model MX-5 Miata, top down, nearly invisible behind the head rest. A petite, shapely brunette with a daunting presence, her car was the only indulgence she publicly displayed. Purchasing the Grand Touring Edition because of the tan faux leather interior and the 6-speed short-throw manual transmission, she had grown to love the Bose audio system when driving the back roads home at break neck speeds. She was cruising now, testing her new man’s sense of adventure, and thinking about Karen.

Karen was growing drowsy now, her fingers moving from her swollen heated pussy to her mouth. She could smell the sex from the black stud, and feeling wicked, she sucked each one in turn. Placing her fore finger deep into her vagina she felt the thick mucous that had gathered mixing with his semen. She returned it to her mouth and sucked on it gently, savouring the taste.

She remembered the instructions that Brittany had gently impressed upon her; to lay on her back, hips elevated, not to disturb the contents of her pussy. The younger women would humiliate her again if she knew that she would disobey, but she would protect her and make her happy if she did as asked. Karen tasted her pussy contents again and the licking her lips decided to have one more orgasm before going to sleep. Tomorrow, she would bathe, put on a sexy dress and join her mistress and her black stallion for an evening of pleasure.

She lay back and slid another pillow under her behind to comfortably keep her hips elevated, and gently went to work on her clit. What was she going to wear tomorrow.?

As they approached the limits of the city, she slowed down, keeping a watchful eye for police cruisers. She was a known speeder and had been charged several times for failure to wear a seat belt. Town was not the place to push her luck any longer-not in her little blue toy. She pulled in front of a two storey brick house on Elizabeth street and getting out of her vehicle she walked back to a waiting Alangu.

"Is this the place?" He asked.

"This is my place." She looked up at the building with obvious pride "It was a wreck when I bought it last year but I think I did a fair job of making it nice, don’t you?"

"Very nice."The building looked to be about two thousand square feet, Victorian in style, and faithfully restored to perfection. It appeared new, save the sixty foot tall Tulip poplar and the immaculate under planted landscaping. The windows facing out on the street were leaded glass; the door was planked oak with wrought iron ties, the side lights matching the pattern detail of the windows.

"Park in the driveway babe, I’ll pull in behind you."

Brittany and Alangu walked up the path to the front door. She rang the door bell. That seemed odd. "Don’t you own this place?"

"Yes I do-take your shirt off. I want to introduce you to my girls but not looking like that." She retorted.

He pulled the stained T-shirt over his head and folded his arms modestly holding the T-shirt. "Your girls?" he could hear the sound of footfalls as someone approached the door.

"I rent the bottom half of the house to three university students. They’re my girls and I want them to know about you in case we make some noise tonight and cause a little concern…Straighten up and show off that gorgeous body, man!." She grabbed the T-shirt and tossed it over the side rail of the porch into the driveway. "Be proud of what you’ve got, stud!"

The door opened and Alangu gazed upon what could only be described as vision of loveliness. "Hi Brittany what’s up?.Oh my! What have we here? Who is this half naked black man standing behind you?"

Alangu could feel her stare as she looked him up and down, never taking her eyes from his solid muscular body while bending down to hug Brittany in a warm and genuine embrace.

His eyes were as guilty as hers as he studied her, his pulse quickening. She was gorgeous statuesque East Indian girl, standing nearly five feet eleven inches tall in her bare feet. She was wearing a chocolate coloured sheer bikini with a cheesecloth cover up over her wide shapely hips. Her tummy was flat but well muscled, shoulders square yet delicate, legs that defy description. All of this was window dressing against her incredibly large full D cup breasts. Are those real, he wondered? Her almond shaped eyes continued to stare back as he studied the long chestnut hair that appeared to run halfway down her long back.

"Aleesha, this is my new boyfriend Alangu Nasir. Alangu, Aleesha." They gently clasped hands in formal greeting and Aleesha offered a radiant smile. She continued holding his hand and led him inside, pulling him straight through the entrance foyer towards a kitchen in the back.

"Lori! Brittany has a new black boyfriend.!" She announced to a person unseen.

"You’re kidding!"

"What does he look like?" A petite redhead came through a door into the kitchen wearing a shear camisole that covered her thighs half way to her knees. She stopped and stared at him for a moment. "Wow, any more like you at home?" she stepped forward hand extended formally, "My name is Lori."

Brittany turned to observe how Aleesha was reacting to the sight of her new man. She was clearly enjoying it, her long thick nipples and gentle stare betraying her interest. "Where is Brooke?" asked Brit.

"What?. Oh. She must be in the pool I guess" she replied.

Brittany went outside the kitchen back door that led out to the back deck. Brooke was swimming lengths in the backyard lap pool, focused and intent, clearly unaware of Lori’s pleasure. She leaned against the railing watching Brooke swim, with long effortless strokes and quick efficient turns as she reached the end of the pool. Gazing upward to the waxing moon, she mulled over the days events. Everything was finally coming together even if her schedule was a little screwed up. That thing with Karen was a surprise. She wasn’t planning to take control of her life for another month or two but it didn’t change things significantly. It was all going to happen as planned.

She turned around and leaned with the small of her back against the deck rail and watched the girl flirtation with Alangu through the screened door. They we’re obviously impressed with him, vying for his attention, but Brittany knew they wouldn’t cross the line and risk incurring her wrath. He watched his reaction; very cordial and polite but allowing no outward expression of interest in having either one, in his body language.

Going back inside she interrupted the small talk announcing they were both tired and needed some rest as she had planned a big day for tomorrow. In fact, apart from a little shopping and her workout, she had nothing planned except entertaining Karen in the evening. She just wanted to get Alangu alone.

"So what’s the deal with the soldier dude that you were seeing Brit?." asked Aleesha. Lori smacked her across the shoulder with the back of her hand, but she took no notice.

"Aleesha!" complained Lori "You know that they’re just good friends!"

Brit glanced sharply at Aleesha and offered a cold smile. "It’s been over a month since we last spoke. I’m not sure where he is" This was a carefully worded reply to Aleesha letting her know that the topic was out of bounds but she clearly ignored it.

"Is he a free agent now.?" pressed the taller dusky beauty.

"The next time I hear from him I’ll ask him. Shall I let him know you’re interested?" Brit was glaring at her now, her back to a disinterested Alangu.

"Oh I think he is pretty hot. I’ve always gone for the stocky, solid muscular type. but I don’t think I could handle the long distance relationship thing. Just say hey!" Aleesha smiled and turned her gaze to the tall chiselled Alangu standing behind Brittany, "It is a pleasure meeting you, Alangu. Good night kids, I’ve got some reading to do so keep the noise down." Turning she tossed her hair over her shoulders and headed back down the hall, rolling her hips invitingly.

"I’ll say good night too. Of we go baby were out the door and up the stairs." She gestured him to lead out the kitchen door. Her anger at the mention of her old lover subsiding, she realized that perhaps there were still some feelings of attachment for him, wherever he was. He had left in a huff after another silly argument.

Their infrequent encounters always followed a pattern; he would show up unannounced, make passionate love to her for hours over a several day period. In between bouts of very physical, even raucous sex they would share some crazy adventure, such as rock climbing or white water rafting. Then usually around the third or fourth day there would be an argument that would quickly become heated, and then he would disappear, pouting, as all the old unresolved issues came back to the surface. She had given up on him, again, but admittedly held some part of him close to her heart.

As the two lovers climbed the wide wooden stairs that led to a large balcony, over looking the beautifully landscaped backyard, Alangu noticed the athletic young woman swimming in the long narrow swimming pool. "Who’s that?"

"That’s my cousin Brooke. She’s living here with me while attending the local university. You can meet her tomorrow. Right now I need a shower and a good solid rutting with my new black lover." She stepped out of her dress and stood before him in the half moonlight, radiant, with a hint of sparkle from her adorned breasts. Her fair skin seemed to gather whatever low light was available and radiate a creamy alabaster glow.

Stepping over her heaped clothing she reached up to kiss him, one knee bent in a classic Hollywood pose. Gently grabbing his lower lip carefully between her teeth, she enfolded it with her own and began to gently suck, tasting him. The only audible sound either was aware of, apart from their rapid breathing was the splashing of Brooke’s racing turns, as she stroked up and down the lap pool unaware of the erotic display perched above her.

Alangu’s hand reached around to touch the rounded firmness of her buttocks, grasping firmly her right cheek completely. With his other hand he cupped her left breast, and breaking their kiss bent down, as she arched backward and gently stroked her nipple with his extended tongue. "Not here." gasped Brittany, "Inside." She pushed away from him and turning, keys in hand, padded to the front door, sexy, lean but generously endowed, visually intoxicating.

The door opened and they were in her lair, pawing hungrily at each other. "Allen- take off your clothes and throw them in the washing machine in there." She gesture toward a front loading stacked washer and dryer tucked neatly into a small laundry room off the entrance hallway. Opposite was a spacious bathroom. He looked in briefly noting a toilet and a bidet, on either side of a large granite sink bench, containing a single carved clam shaped bowl with a large chrome gooseneck faucet. What immediately caught his eye was a huge glass block curved partition wall with a wide opening at either end. There were towel rails mounted outside both entrances. That must be the shower, he thought. Wow. On the wall across from the vanity, mounted nearly floor to ceiling was a large mirror framed to match the one above the sink. The walls were a pink granite tile, a shade lighter than the much larger square tiles covering the floor.

Alangu tossed his jeans and boxers into the washer and after a second or two closed the door, not knowing what else was required. He ventured down the entrance hallway that opened into a large family room beautifully furnished with what he decide must be custom pieces from Briard Interiors.

There was a gas fireplace at one end with a solid oak mantle above, a bell clock placed in the center, between two Inuit soap stone carvings. A large deep sofa, upholstered in royal blue velvet was arranged against one wall, between two oak end tables. Each had banker’s lamps, gently lit, one table a stack of decorating magazines. Matching wingchairs were symmetrically positioned on the outside of the end tables, to create a space in front of a large wrought iron glass topped coffee table. On the wall opposite stood a large solid oak entertainment unit that Alangu guessed had the state of the art in home electronics. What grabbed his attention and pleased him the most, was a large white polar bear-skin rug mounted on blue felt, spread over the hardwood floor in the space in between.

It was easily seven or eight feet long and six feet across. The paws, were attached to the ends of the outstretched limbs, the head, facing the fire place appeared to be at least eighteen inches across. Lying completely naked, head resting on the bear’s head, Brittany reached both hands behind her head, and firmly took hold of the bear’s massive canine teeth. Her legs perfectly straight, she gently arched her back, rolling forward slightly on her toned backside. She then spread her legs completely from wall to wall, exposing the glistening coral coloured butterfly that was her swollen inner labia. "Come to me Alangu.I can’t bear to wait any longer"

Alangu let out a huge belly laugh. This woman was all right. All of this and a sense of humour to match. He was upon her in seconds, his mouth buried in her sex. "Oh yes baby!" Brittany crooned as he found her clitoris and gently went to work, "Give your little white bitch what she needs so bad."





Captain Christopher Hamilton had slept only briefly awakened by a nurse who was removing his IV and informing him that he had new orders and was being transferred not to Landstuhl in Germany but to National Defence Medical Center in Ottawa. He read the document while sitting up waiting for his head to clear:

To: 671 42 909 Hamilton, Christopher. Major

From: D-CDS Commander JTF-2 Proceed, earliest available transport to NDMC. Temporary attached duty at CFB Dwyer Hill, attending physician discretion only.

Signed: Devon, Ian. Lieut-General, D-CDS.



"Holy shit.!" Chris blurted out loud "I must have really screwed the pooch!" He read the orders over, trying to clear his head, and make some sense out of them. These came all the way from the top. Then he noticed something awry. "Hold on nurse, you got the wrong guy, these orders are for a major, and I’m just a low life captain."

"Trust me soldier those are your orders. I can tell by the way they were delivered that there hasn’t been a mistake." She handed him an aircrew flight suit that was without insignia. "Put that on, there is an ambulance waiting to take you to an airbus that leaves in less than twenty minutes. Back to the world for you."

He was given some pain pills and a bottle of water and escorted onto the aircraft by two official looking types that he couldn’t recall having met. This type of work was traditionally done by troopers of the Canadian Special Operations Regiment, which was a relatively small community. Must be new guys.

"Am I in some deep shit? What’s this all about?" he asked the one on his left once they were seated near the front.

"Absolutely not sir as far as I know, we’ve been asked to get you the zone of the interior as fast as possible, and this would be that, and that’s all that I know." came the reply from the trooper seated on the other side of him.

"Well all-righty then." Said Chris reclining backwards to a near prone position in the large business class seat. Within five minutes of take off, he was again in a deep restful sleep in spite of his wound, the first he had had in more than a week. Less than twenty hours after he had engaged insurgents on an Afghan battlefield, he was being examined by a doctor at the National Defence Medical Center in Ottawa, wondering how long it would take him to find his way to Brittany's place.