Somewhere in Afgan - Sex Stories

Somewhere in Afgan

There was a knock on my door.

“Come," I answered,

“Prisoner and escort Sah!” shouted Sgt Major Riley in an ear splitting roar completely inappropriate for a small hut after an all nighter in the mess.

“Well come on in,” I invited. I surveyed the biggest and ugliest Arab “Woman” I had ever seen, at least the murderous eyes and UK size 17 bovver boots which was all I could see with the huge all enveloping Berk-er it wore gave that impression.

“Sah, Prisoner will advance, wait for it, Hep Tight, Hep Tight Hep tight Alt, Prisoner Sah, Gook impersonator woman Sah, Tranny Sah, Tranny wi no Fanny sah.”

“I think I get the picture, “ I agreed as the surly individual glared atme through the slit in its Burkah.

“Geneva convention, woman's need to be interrogate me,” it said as it leered hands tethered behind its back.

“Absolutely, just check for tackle Sergeant Major.” I ordered.

The gook just about had a fit as Sgt Major Riley lifted his Burkah revealing some very fetching Khaki shorts and a very dirty white shirt..

“Kecks off,” I ordered.

Gooky muttered about Human rights, “I’ll give you human rights when the DNA tests come back and only then if them says as your Human!” Riley replied.

Now it seems Gooky, as we nicknamed our prisoner had touch of queer about him for as Riley hauled down the gooks kecks and some M+S Y fronts its cock appeared, with the sounds of sticking plaster unsticking.

I handed Sgt Major Riley my swagger stick and when he it ...

... rammed up the Gooks rectum the cock reached quite a creditable size.

“What do we think Sarn’t Major?” I asked.

“Bloody big clit if you ask me.” he said.

I drew my sword which had been in its scabbard beside my desk, “Look out it’s her time of the month,”

My sword twitched, not for nothing had I been regiment of foot Fencing champion of my year at Sandhurst.

Razor sharp, The gook never even felt a thing, until blood and piss started pouring from where his cock root used to be, then he felt it.

“Gook’s a woman all right better get a woman before she bleeds to death.” I advised.

“What about the cock skin?” Sgt Major asked.

“Save as much blood and gore as we can, and fill the cock skin so cook can make a nice German Cock Wurst for the other gooks tea.” I suggested.

“Good thinking sah!” Sgt Major chuckled.

“Is that all Sarnt Major.” I asked.

“Yes sir, ah no sir, some of the lads sir, they say youse’ an easy touch but you ent sir are you, your the biggest bastard on camp really,” he said admiringly.

“They blew my best friend up,” I said, “I haven’t even started and I have a bloody headache so how about you fuck off?”

“Sah, fucking off now sah,” he laughed and part frog marched part dragged the gook out of the office leaving a trail of blood.

Next thing the bloody RAF were on my case, “It’s just not good enough,” one of their top brass moaned, over the secure phone link the gooks spent all day listening to. “We were supposed to drop a wire ...