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The next day came and those two German reports had set up a small party. They promised four other male reporters from different parts of the world a hot fresh whore who they believed to be an American. They based their belief on her speech while talking with the American soldiers. While what was said couldn't be heard. The two men were able to pick up that she sounded like an American. They told their friends in the foreign press corps just how hot this whore was. They spoke about her tight looking body. That amazing ass and those fabulous tits which were prefect for her size. After talking it over, the press guys pooled together $150 US dollars. They were willing to go a bit higher, but this would be their starting offer. The two Germans, Karl & Fritz who worked for Der Spiegel, went down to the bar early that evening. They waited and watched for the girl to reappear. This time they planned on approaching her first before anyone else got in there. Their friends were already up in the room waiting for the party to start. Those waiting were from England, Australia, France and Russia. Each of these men was hungry for some sex and very willing to meet a real American Whore. They talked openly about what they planned to do with her when she arrived. No one considered the fact that she would turn them down. She was a whore after all and they were buying her time with US dollars.
 
Sam slept late. Real late. After the activities of the night before and probably the days leading up to their leave, Sam enjoyed the fact that she actually didn't have anything to get up for. She enjoyed waking up and being able to simply turn over in the crisp white sheets and go back to sleep. In the end it was almost 5pm when she decided to get up. She switched on the TV and found a CNN channel which was being broadcast specifically for the Americans in country. It was nothing other than news of the war but it provided a background noise. She showered and thought about what she was going to spend the night doing. She knew she was hungry and so she needed to find somewhere to have dinner but other than that... maybe she would just eat in the restaurant downstairs, have a few drinks and then come back up and watch some more TV. She found a light, blue dress and a pair of heels; it was nice not having to get dressed in green pants and t-shirt and black boots for a change and so she took her opportunity to wear dresses and heels.

She headed downstairs and into the restaurant. She didn't notice the two men who visibly perked up on seeing her come down the stairs. She didn't see them watch her as she walked through to the restaurant. She wasn't really taking any notice of anyone at that moment. She sat in the restaurant which wasn't too crowded and had a nice meal of chicken and rice and some local wine and then she moved into the bar. She didn't sit at the bar this time though but rather ordered a drink and then sat in one of the couches that looked out onto the street. The scotch was brought over and left for her. She handed the waiter a $5 bill. With so many reporters in the hotel, there were copies of newspapers all over the place. She picked up a copy of USA Today from the table in front of her. It was a couple of days old but it gave her news from home.

As she was reading it, she was suddenly aware of someone standing over her. She looked up. It was a man in his mid 40s.

"Good evening Frauline. May... May we join you?" The man spoke with an accent which Sam guessed was German or Austrian maybe. It was pretty good English though. Sam looked to the man's friend. She thought he was probably about the same age. They both looked like they had been in country a while. Sam wasn't quite sure what it was, but they didn't have the look of newbies. You could always tell new grunts from those who had been in country a while and something about these guys said the same thing. In truth they had both been there longer than Sam. They had been sent out to Vietnam by their paper in 1966 and had covered everything since.

Sam nodded and then went back to reading her paper. One man sat on the other end of the couch from where Sam was sat and the other sat opposite. He had a great view of her legs.

"You should read something better than that." One of the men said, smiling.

"Really? And what's wrong with USA Today exactly?"

"You should read something more sophisticated." Sam smiled and nodded again as the man lifted his hand to get the bartender's attention. He gave a few signals and three fresh drinks were being poured as the conversation continued.

"And which news agency do you gentlemen work for?"

Over the course of the next hour, the men introduced themselves and continued to keep the supply of scotch and bourbon coming. Sam found them funny; engaging. It was interesting to talk to someone who wasn't army. She couldn't remember the last time she had had a proper conversation with someone who could speak pretty decent English and who wasn't enlisted. As the conversation progressed, and the laughing increased, Karl moved closer to Sam. It wasn't long before he had an arm draped around the back of her and he took frequent opportunities to touch her knee or her thigh or stroke down her arm. And then out of nowhere, Fritz asked the question.

"Why don't you come upstairs with us. We can... have some fun in our suite. We can... make it worth your while." Sam stared at him for a moment and then felt one hand on her shoulder and another on her thigh. She looked at Karl who simply looked back at her expectantly. Sam chewed her lower lip for a while. She wasn't stupid. She knew what they were probably suggesting - or at least she thought she did. She didn't know about the other guys waiting in the suite. She could have a little more fun. No-one would ever know.

"I don't know. I'm not sure..."

"You won't be disappointed." Karl took hold of Sam's left hand and brought it to his crotch. Immediately she could feel the hard bulge. She looked from Karl to Fritz and back again. And then she nodded. The two men smiled broadly and stood up. Karl held out his hand for Sam who took it and stood up. Then he slipped a hand around her waist and the two men guided her to the stairs and up to the second floor. When she walked in, she saw four men stand up from various chairs and couches around the room. All four of them began to smile, taking their time to look her up and down.

"Oh... you didn't say that you... had some friends." Sam said to Fritz

"Come come. I'm sure you've spent a night with this many men before." Sam looked around and then had a glass handed to her. She took it and took a sip as Fritz guided her from behind into the room.
 
The other men in the room looked at Sam like a pack of wolves eying up their prey. She looked just as Karl & Fritz had said she did. Their eyes glided up and down over Sam's body. Images of how they would use this American whore were already running through their minds. While Fritz moved Sam into the room, the others moved closer to her. Karl introduced Sam to each men. He introduced George Riley of The Times from London England. The next man was Bill Ellis from The Australian in Sidney. Karl then introduced Jacques Bouvar of the Le Nouvel Observateur from Paris. The last man was smirking quite a bit at Sam. This man reached out and squeezed Sam's tits and ass. It was like he planned on buying her and was inspecting the goods. Karl introduced this man as Boris Yenko of Pravda from Moscow. The men had formed a circle around Sam during the introductions. " What's your name sweetheart? " The Aussie, Bill Ellis asked. He stood almost in front of Sam grinning at her. Having an American woman would be a real treat for these men. Boris always believed that all American women were total cock whores. They knew nothing of living a hard life. They got what they wanted by using their bodies for pleasure and not hard work. Boris would fuck this American whore and get a good story out of it. Soon, everyone in Russia would have dirty details of the American whores sent to Vietnam by their Government. Seeing Sam was more proof of the American Capitalists trying to take over the world. At least Boris thought so.
 
Sam was starting to wonder whether she had done the right thing in coming up here with Fritz and Karl. But then she had come up knowing she was going to get fucked. Did it matter that there were six guys rather than two.

Riley was in his 50s, 6ft, balding, pot-bellied and smoking a cigarette. As far as the world was concerned Britain had no involvement in Vietnam. It wouldn't be until the 21st century that their covert support for the US position would be known. Riley was, as far as he was concerned, an independent observer with no biased no axe to grind. The Germans were in a similar position but their contribution had been the provision of a hospital ship. The French were pissed after having been solidly defeated by the VC in the 1950s. The Russians were backing the VC even if they also didn't admit it. The Australians had been involved since the early '60s with the draft being introduced in 1964. Two Victoria Crosses had been issued to Australians so far and like the US there was much discontent at home. So Bill Ellis definitely had a vested interest.

When he asked what her name was, she responded immediately. "Samantha." And a second later she thought maybe she should have lied. Given a false name but it was too late. And then before she could think of anything else, Boris had pulled her towards him and was feeling her up. One hand on her ass, the other going straight to her tit. Squeezing it as he laughed. Sam squirmed a little but Boris just held her a little tighter. At the same time, Fritz who was still behind her pulled down the shoulder strap of her dress and kissed her shoulder, then into her neck. She felt someone taking hold of her hand, pulling it away from her and then almost immediately feeling a hard cock at her fingers. Another unknown hand was lifting the front of her dress as Boris moved his hand from her tit to her chin, turning her head to face him at which point he immediately planted a kiss on her lips... Kept kissing. With so many hands on her body, with a hard cock in her hand...and another soon in her other hand... It didn't take long before Sam was responding. Stroking the dicks in her hand. Kissing Boris back. And even as her dress was taken off, she continued to respond ever more eagerly.
 
Sam was soon totally naked and surrounded by these six men. Their hands were all over different parts of her body. Sam was being touched, kissed and fondled from every direction. Riley reached down with his right hand. He placed his fingers against Sam's pussy. Riley played with the tender folds of skin and teased Sam's clit. He then sank two of his fingers into Sam's cunt. Riley commented that for a whore, Sam's seemed very tight. This made others laugh while Riley finger fucked her. Boris continued kissing Sam. Their tongues danced together openly before and after their lips touched. Fritz worked his way along Sam's should, kissing the skin softly. He moved his lips up her neck before kissing at her ear. Fritz then whispered into Sam's ear that she would have a great time tonight while earning a nice pay. Each of these men thought Sam was a whore. They believed she came here to Vietnam to sell her body. This is what they thought and how they would treat Sam. Karl made the finger on his left hand wet. He then placed the wet digit against the crack of Sam's ass. Karl ran his finger down the crack until he reached her tightest hole. He then slowly sank his finger inside Sam's ass. Bill commented that Sammy seemed to really like that. Her moans had grown louder even through the kissing. Bill was twisting and pulling the nipple on Sam's left breast while Bouvar did the same to her right nipple. With their free hands, these two men were also squeezing her tits. Everyone had a piece of Sam's body and together they were working her into a state of sexual bliss. Of course, they weren't going to let her cum, not yet anyway. Sam was here to please them first. That's what they were paying her for. She could cum later if someone decided to let her cum. It was doubtful that Boris, Bouvar, or Riley cared whether or not Sam came. Fritz, Karl & Bill on the other hand would be more likely to give Sam some relief once everyone had used her like the whore she was.
 
Sam had been with more than 1 guy at a time before now. She'd been with more than 2! This was different to how it had been that first night with the guys from the squad. It was very different from the frat party in her first year at college. They had both been relatively controlled and organized. This was much more chaotic; as the moments ticked by it became a little rougher and a little more aggressive. Not violent. It was just that clearly the men knew what they wanted and they were going to get it from someone they thought to be - and who was - a willing participant. A willing whore. Boris was a big man. Not like Morgan; there wasn't the toned muscle borne of fighting in jungle warfare. In that sense, Boris was softer. But he was a big strong man who took a grim hold of Sam, initially with an arm wrapped around her but then by taking her head in both hands as he kissed her hard and deep. Sam couldn't pull away but then she wasn't trying to. She felt the zipper on her dress coming down, felt parts of her body being moved as her clothes were removed. She was conscious of the men undressing too as her hands stroked cock and she continued to kiss Boris back made ever more hungry and wanting by the hands on her body. So many hands. Her moans were soft with quiet whimpers ever now and then until Riley sank his fingers into her. Then she groaned loudly. Sam's hips moved a little back and forth as Riley worked his fingers inside her.

"That's a good girl. You like that don't you. Fuck yourself on my fingers darlin'." Sam did as Riley said making him smile. "She's an obedient little slut gents."

Then Sam felt a thick finger pushing into her ass and she groaned once again making everyone laugh. Boris broke the kiss but kept hold of her head with one hand almost wrapped around her neck. His face was close to hers as he looked at her, smirking, enjoying how needy this American whore looked right now. Sam was breathing a little harder, whimpering softly as fingers fucked her.

"You like that? You like having all your holes filled?" Boris asked as he looked down at her. Sam gave a slight nod and moaned an affirmative 'ah ha'. Boris moved one had and grabbed a handful of her hair pulling her head back sharply. The hand wrapped partly around her neck let go for a moment and gave a sharp slap to her cheek. "Say it."

"Yes..I...I like it"

"You want us to fuck you? Want our cocks inside you?" Boris slapped her face again with his fingers.

"Yes." He slapped again. "Yes, I.. Want you to fuck me...I want your cocks to fuck me." The men laughed and Sam felt a hard stinging slap on her ass. "Well your in luck, girl." Bill said

Boris stepped back and as he did so he undid his pants and pulled Sam forward and down by her hair onto his cock. Sam's opened her mouth and immediately Boris started to fuck her mouth. Almost as soon as her mouth was stuffed, she felt hands on her ass, felt another cock pushing into her pussy and the sinking deep into her cunt. She had no idea who it was. Almost quicker than she could think, she was being fucked hard. And things barely stopped from that point. The men changed places, manipulated her body, picked her up, turned her, put he on her knees, on her back, on the floor and the couch and a table. There was hardly a moment when at least two thick hard cocks weren't inside her. The men took breathers as they wanted, drinking, having a cigarette, but Sam was always being used. And she gave no complaint.
 
These guys were in no hurry to end this party. They were paying good money and expected Sam to stay all night if they wanted. The guys would take turns fucking her mouth, ass and pussy. There was a time when Sam had three cocks in her at the same time. She was riding Bill while Bouvar fucked her pussy and Riley fucked her face. The guys would change almost like this was tag team wrestling. Sam would get fucked for a while by two men before two others replaced them. None of the men came however. They were just enjoying have a real American whore. So while Sam counted to get moved around the room and fucked while that happened. The others would take a break, enjoy a drink, a smoke, some food then they would move back to fucking her. This continued as the minutes turned to hours. The men enjoyed slapping Sam's ass and her tits. Both were bright shades of red before long. One of the guys even had clothes pins which were placed on Sam's nipples. The guy would then twist the pins while fucking Sam senseless. Sam's vocalizations only made the men user her more. The guys in the platoon used Sam like a whore, but these guys thought she was one. They showed no signs of respect Sam would get from the men in her platoon. Nothing was off limits and these men fully expected Sam to be the willing whore they were paying for.

It was well after 10 pm and the party was still going strong. Most of these guys were out of shape, but they continued fuck Sam. She never got a break. They fucked her on a bed, on a table, in a chair, in the bathroom, against the wall and even at one point out in the hallway. Boris & Bouvar had dragged Sam out there so some of the male staff members could see the American whore. There were a couple of Vietnamese men standing just down the hall when this happened. They were picking up food carts from rooms when Boris & Bouvar appeared. Boris told then how Sam was a whore and she was getting paid for attending the party. The Vietnamese men watched and whispered back & fourth. No doubt they would be talking about this to their friends. Telling them the story of seeing an American whore right in Saigon. Sam was soon pulled back into the room once Bill & Karl took over. For every hour that passed, a little more money was placed on the stack for Sam's payment. They started out with $150 US dollars, but the sum had grown to $225. Sam was well worth this amount. These guys were having a ball using her.
 
Sam had tried to pull back when Bouvar suggested taking her out to the hallway. The rest of the room had all thought it was a great idea though and when Sam seemed reluctant, Boris was quick to make sure she did what was expected. He'd got up, and slapped her already stinging ass as Bouvar pulled her forward. Once outside Bouvar pushed her hard against a wall, told her to spread her legs and then he impaled her once again. Boris stood next to her, turning her head so she looked at him as Bouvar fucked her, telling her what she was, sometimes speaking to her in Russian. Then he'd spotted the hotel staff. He turned her head and had her look at them as she moaned and groaned. She felt her cheeks reddening with embarrassment but Bouvar felt good inside her and even the way Boris talked at her and about her somehow made want the party to keep going. Boris had almost become the ringmaster. When Bouvar pulled out, Boris grabbed Sam, spun her round, pushed her against the wall again and had her push her ass out. He then fucked her in the ass with the workers watching, grinning, whispering; he pressed her shoulders into the wall as he told her to keep her ass up, slapping her each time she didn't. When he'd had enough at that point, she was pulled back into the room. Boris almost tossed her to Karl and Bill as the came back into the room. Bill sat down on a wooden chair and told her to get on and fuck herself. She lowered herself onto his cock, reverse cowboy and began to ride him as Karl fed his cock into to her mouth. Her tits bounced as she was 'encouraged' to ride harder. Bill's fingers were rubbing her clit as he fucked her but all the time he kept telling her not to cum..,that Boris would give her a proper spanking downstairs in the hotel bar if she did. Then Riley replaced Karl but on,y after he reattached the pegs to her nipples. He then slapped and twisted and squeezed as he choked her on his cock. And all the time she rode Bill's cock. Loving every minute of what was happening to her. It was so fast she could barely think. Fritz decided she was being fucked senseless... Getting drunk on cock. Sam was in no position to disagree with him.
 
The party went on until the hour was growing late. One by one, each of the men finally came inside Sam's body. Some came in her ass while others came in her mouth, or pussy. Bill was the last to fuck Sam and while he was doing so. Bill played with her clit so she could finally have a little release. He fucked her while doing this. They came together almost at the same time. Once everyone had their way with Sam. She was given her clothing and the money that was collected for her. Fritz & Karl helped Sam to dress since she was on shaky legs. They gave her the money while thanking her for the great time. Sam was then shown the door and pushed out into the hall. She had a fist full of cash as the door closed behind her. Laughter could be heard coming from inside the room. The men were going on about their time with Sam. They continued their party which was slowly coming to an end. While talking, the men began dressing. They all had work in the morning. Boris would start work on his story of how America was using whores to break the will of the Vietnamese people. This story would later be turned into a tell all book which would become a best seller in the Soviet Union, Cuba & China. The book & story wouldn't be well known outside of communist countries. Sam's identity would remain safe since Boris only knew her by her first name.
 
Sam walked slowly back to her room, fortunately meeting no-one on her way. Her body ached. She could still taste the cum in her mouth mixed with scotch. Her ass and tits were stinging from the spankings she had received. She got back to her room, undressed and climbed into the shower. She stood under the waterfall, letting the water massage her body, turning slowly. Sam soothed the sweet smelling soap over her body slowly, all the time thinking about what she'd just done. Thinking how it was maybe different to anything she'd done before. That time on the train... Sure money had been handed over for her sexual services, but it had been the guys in the squad who had made the decision, encouraged her to 'serve' the men and then they had taken the fee. At Madam Wu's, it had been the same. Tonight however, she had voluntarily gone with Fritz and Karl. And when she'd gotten to the room, seen the other guys, she hadn't walked away. It was obvious that they thought she was a whore...a genuine prostitute... And she did nothing to tell them otherwise. She still hasn't walked away. She had let six men fuck her again and again and again. She had done everything they wanted. She had enjoyed it. She had enjoyed it all!. She forced herself out of the shower and dried herself off before climbing into bed, still thinking about her night.

She woke up to someone knocking on her door. It took her a moment but she climbed out of bed and walked across the room. She was wearing a green army vest and a pair of army issue shorts. She leaned against the door.

"Who is it?"

"It's me. Open up Sammy." It was Morgan. He must gave gotten her room number from the front desk. Probably cost him a few dollars. She opened the door.

"What is it?"

"Aren't you gonna invite me in?" He asked smiling. Sam expected Kowalski to be there too but it was just Morgan. She stepped back and opened the door. Morgan walked in confidently.

"What time is it?" Sam asked as she closed the door. Morgan had looked around the room, noticing the vague perfume smell. He sat down on the bed, still smiling.

"After 10." As Sam came back into the room and over to him, he reached out, grabbed her and pulled her onto his lap. She squealed a little in surprise but didn't fight him and within on,y a couple of seconds she was sat sideways on his lap with her arm around his neck. Morgan had one hand around her waist whilst the other stroked her thigh. Sam smiled.

"What are you doing here?" She looked down as his hand moved up and down on her thigh.

"I thought you might like to head out to the beach for a couple of days. Just you and me?" His hand moved higher, his fingers brushing against her pussy. She squirmed a little, giggling.

"The beach? You and me." Morgan nodded. "We can top up our tans. Get some real R&R." The hand around her waist slipped under her vest and moved up to her tit. Morgan was looking up slightly at her, she looking slightly down at him as she was beginning to squirm just a little, slowly in his lap. Sam hesitated for a moment and then nodded.

"Okay" Morgan took his hand from her thigh for a moment, slipped it across her cheek and pulled her into a kiss. As Sam started kissing him back his hand returned to her thigh. Quickly her legs opened a little wider and he began to rub her pussy over the top of the shorts. Then suddenly, he pulled away from the kiss, and he pushed her up of his lap onto her feet. He brought her round to stand between his legs and then he started to undo the shorts. Am stood for a moment looking down, smiling, stroking the back of his head and his short cropped hair. When he'd u done the shorts he pulled them down to the floor and then started to lift the shirt. As he was seated, he was never going to be able to lift it over her head, so Sam took it from him, and peeled it off of herself. She stood naked in front of him. Only then did he stand up. He started to undo his shirt. Sam took a step closer and began to undo his belt and then his pants. As she did so he slipped his shoes off. Within a few moments they were both naked. He stepped towards her and she expected him to kiss her, to wrap his arms around her. But he didn't. He swiftly picked her up and then turned and literally tossed her onto the bed. She yelped with laughter as he took hold of her flailing legs at the ankle lifted her legs high and pulled her towards him. His hands then moved to her thighs and he pulled her closer again. Her ass was almost off the edge of the bed, her ankles up on his shoulders. He guided his cock to her pussy, stroked the length of it once, twice and then eased himself inside her. She groaned and gripped the bedding. He leaned forward, putting his hands on the bed either side of her. As he leaned forward, he effectively bent her over and then he started to fuck her. Long full strokes. Hard in, quick, making her groan each time. Slow withdrawals. Then hard in again. Sam closed her eyes, arched her back a little, her shoulders pressing into the bed. Then she felt a slap on her cheek.

"Look at me, Lieutenant. I want you to look at me as I fuck you." She did as he said, moaning, gasping, groaning as he fucked her steadily harder. As far as he was concerned this was going to be the first of many times he was going to fuck this girl over the next couple of days.
 
Morgan fucked Sam on her bed. He started out moving slowly at first before almost pounding her into the mattress. At times, Sam had to struggle in order to keep her eyes on Morgan. She did this even thought it took a lot of effort on her part. Once they were done, Morgan & Sam showered together. The shower became very playful. Lots of heavy petting & kissing. There was something different in the way Sam looked at Morgan and the way he looked at her. Sam enjoyed being with Kowalski and the guys from the platoon. However, she had a special twinkle in her eyes for Morgan. It was more then just lust, which was the look she gave to the others. Sam looked upon Morgan with more passion and feeling. Morgan had his own growing emotions for Sam. He often called her a whore, or even a slut. These were always done in a playful way. Morgan didn't really care if Sam was truly a hidden whore. He loved the sex they shared and he really loved watching Sam getting fucked by other men & women. The fact that he was falling in love with Sam never crossed Morgan's mind. Morgan had never been in love before. He was a career army soldier who never had time for love. It wasn't easy to find a woman who wanted to be with a career army soldier. There was always a lot of moving around from post to post. Most women wanted to put down roots and raise a family. Not roam around the world from base to base every 5 years or so. After fucking Sam in her bed and sharing her shower. Morgan was beginning to see that having Sam as his woman would be a damn good thing. The trouble with them becoming a couple was that Sam had a life away from the army. Sam was working to become a doctor before she joined up. Morgan would never force Sam to give up on her dream. He wanted her to become a doctor. Still, the future was far off. There was no reason to worry about what could happen while the war was still going on. Morgan & Sam were stuck in Vietnam for at least the rest of 1967.

After leaving the shower, Morgan & Sam dressed. Morgan told her to pack a bag for a few days. He had rented a small house near the beach. They would spend the next three days enjoying the sand, surf and sex. Morgan & Sam went acrossed to the far side of Saigon. The little cottage was blue & white. It was all one floor with a bedroom, living room, bathroom and kitchen. Morgan had already stocked the place with enough food to last them the three days. The refrigerator had steaks & cases of beer just as Morgan had promised. He also had a full bottle of fine whiskey. Something he could share with Sam. Since Morgan didn't plan on going anywhere. He & Sam took a taxi to the beach house. Morgan noticed how the driver was eying Sam up during the drive. He took great pleasure in making Sam do things in the backseat while the driver watched. Morgan couldn't be sure, but he thought that the driver was most likely rubbing his cock through his pants. This man looked at Sam like a wild animal would look at a piece of raw meat. Morgan got the idea that Sam should give the driver a special tip once they reached the house. This wouldn't be done behind closed doors, but out in the open. Morgan wouldn't have his whore hiding her work. He wanted Sam to work out in the open. If someone passed by, then so be it.
 
There was something different about Dan Morgan. Something special about how he made her feel without particularly doing anything. She had been fucked by lots of men, but even that first time at the firebase, she had seen something in Morgan that she found particularly attractive. It wasn't a conscious appreciation of anything in particular; she just knew she liked being with him... in his company... as much as being in his embrace or being fucked by him. So the idea of a few days on a beach... just the two of them... time when they could just shut out the war. Forget what they had been through recently. Forget the fact that it wasn't going to be long before they would need to go back. They would be two lovers on vacation as if they didn't have a care in the world. Sam wondered how many genuine 'vacations' Morgan had had over the years. Was she the first person he had asked to go away with him? She didn't mind if there had been others. In some ways she kind of hoped that there had been; she liked to think that for at least some time in his past, Morgan had found girls that he had wanted to spend time with on a basis that wasn't commercial in nature.

When they got out of the shower, she dressed quickly and threw a few clothes in her bag. A couple of t-shirts and shorts, a bikini and not much else. She wore a pair of white tennis shoes, a pair of light blue shorts and a loose t-shirt which had been cut roughly at the bottom so that there was a slight gap between the bottom of the shirt and the waistband of the shorts.

Once Morgan had gotten dressed, he had disappeared downstairs, telling her that he would get a cab and that she'd better not be too long. She wasn't, although Morgan made a bit of a show of impatience as she trotted across the lobby of the hotel to where he was waiting. The cab was outside and they both slipped into the back seat. Morgan pulled her close to him so she was effectively sat in the middle of the back seat but against Morgan who was sat behind the passenger seat. Morgan had his left arm wrapped around her waist with his left hand on the exposed flesh at her waist, just above her hip.

"So where are we going?" She looked up at him, smiling, leaning easily against him.

"I told you. The beach." Morgan was looking at the driver in the rear view mirror, noticing how much he was looking at Sam... at his girl.

"I know that, but where?"

"Does it matter? Would you know where it was if I told you?" Sam thought about it for a second and then shook her head. "I guess not." Morgan looked down and smiled back. "For what its worth then, we're going to Vung Tau." And then he kissed her. Neither of them could know what Vung Tau would become years after the Amercians would pull out of Vietnam; it certainly wasn't one of the best beaches in the world, but right then... As the American troop buildup began, Vung Tau became a point of debarkation for tens of thousands of GIs. In the vicinity were a number of U.S. Naval facilities, and a fully equipped repair depot, USNS Corpus Christi Bay, was anchored a few miles away. A large contingent of Australian and New Zealand airmen were also stationed in the Vung Tau area. But for most Americans, Vung Tau was one of the most popular in-country R&R destinations. Its beautiful and peaceful beaches offered a relaxing respite from the brutality of war raging just miles away. The place was so desirable that many men stationed at nearby bases were afraid to leave, refusing to take R&R elsewhere for fear they would be transferred out of Vung Tau when they got back. It was used by the Americans, Australians, South Vietnamese and their allies as an R&R destination, and unknown to most even the Viet Cong would go to the city for some rest and relaxation of their own. It would also serve ultimately as the main evacuation route out of Vietnam in a few years time.

Sam smiled as Morgan reached down to kiss her and she kissed him back, closing her eyes and relaxing into him. His left hand slipped under her t-shirt and quickly found her left tit, whilst his right hand moved to her thigh, slipping up, caressing softly. Sam lost herself a little and she left her left knee fall away. Sam moaned softly as the kiss continued. The driver made a slight adjustment to his mirror. He wasn't particularly interested in the traffic behind him for this journey.

When Morgan broke the kiss and the two of them began watching the scenery of the city passing by the windows and chatting periodically about what they saw and what they were going to do, Morgan kept his hands caressing her thigh and her tit softly. Sam enjoyed his touch. She like the conversation. She had practically forgotten about the taxi driver. As the city disappeared, they turned their attention back to each other. Kissing. Caressing. Sam had her hand under Morgan's t-shirt now also. She loved the feel of his chest. Broad. Solid.

"So what are we going to do when we get there?" Sam asked between kisses.

"What do you usually do at a beach, Samantha?" Sam laughed.

"I mean't other than get a tan and swim a little."

"Well..." He kissed her once. "In between the steaks you're gonna cook for us..." He kissed her again and eased her t-shirt up a little as he caressed and squeezed her tit. "...and the cold beer..." Another kiss. Sam squirmed a little in the seat as his other hard came between her legs. She wasn't conscious of the t-shirt riding up, but the driver was. "...And the smokes..." Another kiss. "We're gonna make sure that we get a good tan..." Another kiss. Sam moaned again and lifted her ass off the sit a little, pushing herself against Morgan's hand as it rubbed her pussy over the top of her shorts. "And we're gonna get plenty of rest..." Another kiss. The t-shirt was now up over the top of her tits, with the driver having a clear view. Morgan slipped his right hand to to fastener on her shorts, snapped it open and slipped his hand inside. Sam moaned again. "And of course... I'm gonna fuck you..." Another kiss. "...because that's what you need, isn't it?" Sam moaned an 'ah-ha'

"Say it Samantha."

"hmmm... I... I need to be fucked."

"Yes you do. You are an insatiable whore." Morgan couldn't help but laugh. He loved that about her. There was nothing prudish; nothing repressed or frustrated. he sat back a little and looked at her as she looked back at him smiling a little. Then she realised her t-shirt was up. She looked at the rear view mirror and saw the driver looking back at her, grinning. She reached to pull it back down, feeling her cheeks burning.

"Oh don't spoil it Sam. Tell you what, why don't we just take it off all together?" He turned a little in his seat and reached for the bottom of her shirt. "What... but... I don't... Dan... " she squirmed and giggled and tried to pull away from him and push his hands away at the same time, but there wasn't much fight in her really and it didn't take long before he had her t-shirt off over her head, ruffling up her hair as he did it. She covered herself up with her arm.

"Give it back. I can't sit here... "

"Why not?" Morgan tucked the t-shirt down the side of the seat furthest away from her. "Now come back over here." He patted the seat next to him again. Sam hesitated. Suddenly, Morgan reached out, grabbed the top of her shorts and pulled her sharply to him. Then he grabbed hold of the back of her head and pulled her into a kiss. She struggled and squirmed and giggled as Morgan's hands found hers and tucked them behind her so that eventually he had one hand behind her at the small of her back holding both of hers in place. As she was still giggling and a little out of breath, he kissed her and soon the squirming stopped and she gave into the kiss. Soon she forgot about getting her t-shirt back. And then suddenly, Morgan stopped, looked out and then told the driver in vietnamese that he could stop there. They were still on the road. A track ran down to the beach house. Sam asked for her t-shirt and at the same time reached over for it. Morgan slapped playfully at her hand. He pulled the t-shirt out, leaned forward and handed it to the driver together with a few $10 bills. He said something and the driver looked at Sam, then back to Morgan. Morgan nodded. The driver turned off the engine and climbed out. Sam looked at Morgan, smiling but puzzled.

'Why don't you give him a tip? Then maybe if you're a good girl, he'll give you your t-shirt back and you won't have to walk all the way down there top-less." he reached into his pocket and took out a piece of gum and then sat back, grinning. Sam heard her door being opened and looked around quickly to see the driver holding the door open for her. Waiting. She looked back at Morgan.

"Go on. We both know how much you'd like to." The driver said something. Sam looked to Morgan, silently asking him what he said.

"He said he's never had a blow job from an Amercian whore before. Show him how good the red white and blue can be." Sam hesitated for a moment, looked between the two men and then eased herself across the seat and out of the door. The driver closed the door and waited for Sam. Sam could feel her heart pounding. The man was maybe in his fifties. He reminded her of the old man she had met in the village on her first time out with the squad; the old man Hoyt had pushed to the ground. He was a few years younger but perhaps not that many. He was looking Sam up and down, grinning. He reached out a hand and stroked it over her right tit, letting his fingers move over her hard nipple. He stepped closer. Sam couldn't help stepping back but she simply stepped back against the car. The driver stepped closer again as his hands caressed and squeezed. He was talking almost constantly, but Sam didn't understand any of it. But then the tone of what he said suggested he had told her to do something. Then he said it again a little more forcefully. He reached out and took her hand and pulled it to his crotch. She immediately felt how hard his cock was in his pants. From inside the car, Morgan called out that he had told her to kneel down. Sam swallowed hard and then eased herself down, just as another taxi passed, slowing down for a moment before moving on. Sam began to undo the man's pants and eased his cock out. He was not a small man. And then she leaned forward and took him into her mouth. Within few moments she was lost in what she was doing.
 
Morgan remained in the back of the taxi until Sam was on her knees sucking the driver's cock. He slipped out the other side before removing their bags. Morgan stopped to light up a smoke, then took the bags into their little cottage. Outside the taxi driver placed his hands onto Sam's head. He was holding her head still while he fucked her face. Having an American whore was a real treat. Just seeing the white girl on her knees sucking his cock gave the driver a trill. The driver plowed his cock deep into Sam's throat. He then held her head against his body. The driver slowly pulled his cock from Sam's mouth. He grinned down on her. The man grabbed his cock and slapped Sam acrossed her face a few times before placing his dick into her mouth. Morgan appeared from the cottage, coolly smoking a cigarette. He moved over to the taxi and leaned against the truck. Morgan smiled as Sam was getting her face fucked but good. The man clearly wanted his tip. No doubt it would be the most memorable tip in this man's life. It's not every taxi driver who get's an American woman for a tip. The driver looked up at Morgan grinning. Morgan could see that Sam's skillful mouth was working it's magic on him. This man was very happy. Morgan figured that getting a cab would no longer be a problem. He was sure that this driver would be keeping an eye out for Sam from now on. If she every needed a ride, he'd give her one for a special price.

The driver pulled his cock from Sam's mouth and started speaking to her again. This time the driver was using his hands to signal that he wanted Sam to stand up. Morgan told Sam that's what the man wanted. " He also wants you to turn around......Drop your shorts and bend over the car.......He wants to fuck your pussy. " Morgan smiled as he spoke. People were passing by as the scene was playing out. It was an odd sight to see an American female doing what Sam was doing. Many had seen Vietnamese women doing this in streets and alleys. Morgan told Sam to be a good little whore and do what the driver wanted. The driver looked on as Sam did as she was told. His eyes seemed to light up like flares at the sight of her American pussy. This was going to be a very memorable tip.
 
Sam wasn't really conscious of Morgan getting out or even taking the bags from the trunk. She was focused on the man standing in front of her and the cock which was sliding its way in and out of her mouth. She moaned softly as her hands rested on the back of the man's thighs and he thrust back and forth in an easy movement. She also wasn't aware of anyone watching. Some watched as they walked past. Some stood and watched for a few moments before continuing on their way. It wasn't exactly a main thorough fare but there were a few people around. When the man pulled his cock from her mouth, she looked up at him, eyes wide, mouth open, breathing a little harder than usual. As the heavy cock slapped against her face, she closed her eyes a little and heard and felt the slap against her cheek before suddenly being choked as his cock pushed deep into her throat. And then her mouth was empty again. She looked up. Heard the man speaking and was suddenly aware of Morgan leaning against the car. She looked across to Morgan as he told her what the man wanted. She looked a little surprised and hesitated for a moment. Morgan just grinned back at her.

"Come on Sam. Don't suddenly try and play the shy flower. We all know you want a cock inside you right now." Sam felt her cheeks flush.

"When we came away, I thought it was going to be to yours." she said as she stood up.

"It will be... but right now you need to pay the man his tip."

Before Sam had the chance to do anything else, the driver had his hand on her shoulder and was encouraging her to turn around. She was undoing her shorts as she did so and once she had her back to him, he pushed her forwards and pulled at the back of them. With no patience at all, he plunged his cock into her wet cunt. He wasn't surprised she was wet after what he had watched what the soldier in the back seat with her had been doing for most of the drive. He couldn't believe how tight she was though and whatever he said made Morgan laugh. Sam was in no position to ask what it was. In truth she didn't really hear any of it. The man was fucking her hard. He wasn't particularly big but he knew how to fuck hard. And he had Sam squealing and grunting.

"Tốt mãi dâm. Tốt mãi dâm."

"He's just called you a good whore Sammy. You have a fan."
 
Morgan watched as the taxi driver fucked Sam like he owned her. He remained leaning against the car smoking his cigarette as Sam was getting slammed. The driver grunted with each powerful thrust. He wasn't taking it easy on this American whore. The driver wanted this tip more then any other before. He fucked Sam like some rabid dog. Morgan just smiled while watching Sam. He got a kick out of seeing her used this way. Sam always looked so damn hot while getting fucked. The looks of pain & pleasure which appeared on her face were real. The sounds she made were genuine. There was nothing fake about Sam. She was a natural born whore. The driver soon began to mix moans & groans in with his grunts. His climax was building very quickly and when it hit, it hit hard. The driver jammed his cock deep into Sam's cunt as the cum began to flow. Squirt after squirt of hot cum shot into Sam's womanhood. The taxi driver's body jerked hard with each cum shot. He soon finished and pulled his cock free from Sam's pussy. The driver was ready to give Sam back her shirt, but Morgan stopped him. Morgan held up his hands and told the man in Vietnamese that Sam's job wasn't over yet. He said she still had to clean up her mess.

Morgan placed his left hand under Sam's chin. " You know what comes next........All good whores clean up before they are done. " Morgan said while he held Sam's head up. It was time for Sam to clean the driver's cock. She would then get her shirt back and the tip was fully paid. The driver remained in place waiting for Sam to turn around and drop to her knees. His cock was covered in a mix of his cum and Sam's pussy juice. The taxi driver pointed at Sam before pointing down at his cock. He didn't have to say a word. Sam knew what was expected from her now. Morgan dropped his cigarette on the ground and crushed it out. He smirked as Sam show what a perfect whore she really was.
 
Sam couldn't deny how good being fucked by the driver felt. He drove into her tight cunt again and again, making her body thump hard against the hood of the car and the car rock on its springs. Sam was nonetheless aware of Morgan sitting against the hood, smoking away as if he didn't have a care in the world; as if this were the most natural thing in the world. When the driver was done and had withdrawn from her, Sam began to push herself up off the hood and turn around. She reached out her hand to take her t-shrt back when Morgan told him to hold on. She looked around at him and felt his hand come up under her chin. She stared back as he told her what he expected and them removed his hand. She looked back at the driver and watched him withdraw the proffered t-shirt, grinning. She moved down onto her knees, leaned forward and took his cock into her mouth. Performing the task that was expected of her. As she did so he exchanged words with Morgan. From the tone, Sam guessed that there was something complimentary in it - about her performance at least.

'The man's impressed Sam... he thinks you're a great whore... told me I could make a fortune with you on the streets in Saigon." She was aware of Morgan's cigarette hitting the grounds and, in her peripheral vision saw his boot grinding it into the ground. She gave the driver a few more minutes attention. He seemed content that she had finished and let her stand back up, handing her the t-shirt, which she slipped on - although she couldn't help think that perhaps it might be a little late. She stood next to Morgan as they watched him get back into the car and drive away. Morgan smiled at her, shook his head a little and then started to head towards the house.

"What?" Sam asked, laughter in her voice.

"You are such a whore?" he said as he walked. She ran to catch up with him and when she did she slipped her arm in his.

"And you like that ... a lot." Morgan said nothing but kept smiling. They headed into the cottage. It was a simple place. A main room which served as kitchen, dining room and sitting room. A bedroom. A bathroom. The bedroom opened up directly onto the beach. As Sam looked around the place, Morgan fetched two beers from the refrigerator and handed one to Sam.

"I guess you will have built up a thirst?" Sam took the cold bottle. "Just a little."
 
Morgan did like Sam being a whore. In fact, he loved the way she was. Sam was free and open sexually. It was the late 1960's after all. People were exploring sexual bounds and trying new things. Sex was becoming an open thing and not something to be hidden behind locked doors in a dark room. While people still enjoyed one on one sex. Threesomes, foursomes, orgies and group sex scenes such as gang bangs were becoming the in thing to do. Sam, like many women her age were tossing out the old views on sex. Back home, people were beginning to have swinger parties. These parties which couples attended were growing in popularity. Couples would come together, then split up for the night and have sex with friends, neighbors and even total strangers. It was like being part of a sex club in your own neighborhood. Sex was even more open here in Saigon. It wasn't uncommon to see a woman pleasing a man, or men in an alley. Around here, it was the quickest way to make a buck. The women doing these things were Vietnamese. So seeing an American woman like Sam acting like a whore was shocking to some. The guys who hung around Sam were by now used to her sexual appetite. Morgan was the type of man who liked his women on the trashy side. Not in the way they looked though, but in the way they acted. Sam acted just like the way Morgan wanted and she'd do anything he wanted. It didn't matter who, what, or even where. Sam would perform like a good whore to make Morgan happy.

Being a hot day, the beers went down quick. By the time Sam was cooking the steaks, they were on their fourth bottles. Morgan had grill sitting on the small deck which over looked the ocean. In a place like this, one could easily forget about the war. The only visible signs were the soldiers, marines, sailors and airmen who would pass by on the beach. While cooking the steaks, Sam would get whistles and shouts as the men went by. Morgan was sitting at a nearby table drinking his beer. He would ask Sam if she liked the men looking at her? If she liked the comments they made about her having a great ass & tits? Some even shouted for Sam to show them off. Morgan loved watching how Sam reacted to the attention. The beers had made her more open and adventurous.
 
Sam smiled playfully as she leaned against what was effectively a small fence which ran around the edge of most of the deck, leaving a small gap to step through onto the beach.

"How can a girl not like guys noticing her. And with what those guys see most of the time at the moment... Why not?" Morgan got up and stepped over to her. He placed a hand on her waist, his other hand holding an empty bottle, leaned down a kissed her, bending her back a little over the low rail. This got more whistles and encouraging calls from a group passing by. He broke the kiss and looked at her.

"Why don't you go inside then... Get us two more beers.. And whilst your in there, change that t-shirt for what I can imagine is a nice little bikini top. She smiled at him, then took the empty bottle from his hand. Without saying anything she disappeared back inside. A few minutes later she stepped back outside. She had kicked off her shoes, put on a red bikini and then slipped her shorts back on over the top. She had tied her hair up roughly, telling herself that she needed to get it cut before heading back to the war. Morgan was stood in the same place that Sam had been in, keeping his eye on the steaks. As she walked over and handed him a fresh ice cold bottle, he grinned.

"Now that looks better, don't you think?"

Sam finished cooking and the two of them sat down to eat at the small table that was on the deck. Morgan frequently looked over Sam's body as they talked and ate. She looked damn good in army greens but she looked even better out of them. Once they were done, Sam took the plates inside, washed up and then returned with two more cold beers. Whilst she'd been cleaning up, Morgan had rolled them each a nice fat joint and when she returned he exchanged that for the beer. He had her sit down on his lap which she did willingly, leaning against him as they watched the ocean, talked about nothing in particular, drank cold beer and smoked good pot. Sam couldn't help wondering whether it could get any better than this.
 
After dinner that day and after everything was cleaned up. Morgan & Sam sat out one the deck. She sat in Morgan's lap while drinking beers. This was a nice change to what their normal everyday life was like now. At this time and in this area, you couldn't hear the sounds of gun fire. The war seemed to be another world away. Groups of men passed by waving at the couple. Some groups had women with them while others were just men. Most of the women in those groups were Vietnamese. However, some were American women like Sam. They were nurses from different hospitals around the country. And like Sam, they were here to forget about the war while enjoying their off time. It wasn't long before a couple came walking a lot the beach. They walked hand in hand through the sand. Morgan spotted them quickly and invited them over for some drinks. The couple came over and joined Morgan & Sam. Morgan had Sam bring out more beers and more pot. The man introduced himself as Jimmy O'Neil. A Corporal in 2nd platoon, Company H, 1st Battalion, 4th Infantry Division located at Pleiku. Jimmy said his outfit was on leave right now before they got moved to Dak To. The women introduced herself as 2nd Lieutenant Amelita Ortiz, but everyone just called her Amy. She worked as a nurse at the 71st Evacuation Hospital at Pleiku. Amy said she was still new to Vietnam. She had only been here for 6 months and this was her first leave. Amy had short jet black hair. She told how it had been long before she joined up.

The couple was surprised to find out that Sam wasn't just a nurse, but a field medic with Morgan's platoon. Amy admitted to being jealous at Sam extra duty. Even thought Amy wasn't in country long, she wasn't weak willed. Amy grew up on the mean streets of Spanish Harlem in New York City. She was beautiful, yet tough as nails and could swear up a storm like a sailor on a Saturday night. Amy liked Sam from the moment they met. She would playfully touch Sam on her private areas, making it seem all innocent. Amy was testing Sam too see how far she would let her go. Morgan watched how playful Amy was and he knew damn well what she was doing. Amy wanted too see if Sam liked other women. By now, everyone was very relaxed thanks to the beer & pot. Sam wasn't one who'd speak of her own adventures. So Morgan decided he'd tell Jimmy & Amy some of the things Sam did. Morgan talked of how he & Kowalski took Sam to that massage parlor. He told Jimmy & Amy every dirty detail that happened. Morgan then spoke of the cab ride to this house and how Sam fucked the driver right out front. Jimmy & Amy enjoyed hearing of Sam's slutty side. During Morgan's detailed tales of Sam's sex life, Amy made sure her hand was on Sam's bare leg. " Now I see why you're a field medic. " Amy said with a huge grin on her face. " You wanna be around all those hard cocks......Don't ya? " Amy added as her hand slowly moved up Sam's leg until it touched her hot sex.
 
When the couple approached, Sam eased herself out of Dan's lap and both she and Dan stood up in time to shake hands with and welcome the Corporal and the Lieutenant. Morgan told Sam to get fetch a couple more bottle and to get one for him whilst she was there. As she turned to leave, he gave her ass a swift smack. Behind her, O'Neil and Amy smirked and watched her walk inside. When she returned, O'Neil was sitting in one chair, Morgan in the other and Amy was leaning against the rail closest to the table. Sam walked over handed a bottle to Morgan and O'Neil and then she walked around to where Amy was standing. All three of them watched her from the moment she reappeared on the deck. As she handed the bottle to Amy, Amy commented about her being a field medic. Sam looked around to Morgan guessing then that they had been talking about her whilst she was away. Amy hooked an arm into Sam's as if they had been friends for years but Sam was nicely relaxed with both beer and dope and it didn't seem like anything other than a friendly gesture. Sam turned and leaned back against the rail, next to Amy. Morgan started talking about the platoon and about some of the action they had seen and all the while, Amy would casually touch Sam. Brushing hair off of her shoulder; trailing soft fingers down her arm. She commented on how pretty her bikini was. She asked whether Sam had ever got hurt as her fingers played with the button on the top of Sam's shorts. Amy was fully aware of the fact that Sam wasn't doing anything to stop her or even to pull away. Morgan rolled a couple more joints; Jimmy and him shared one and the other one he gave to Amy which she shared with Sam, periodically bringing it to Sam's lips and letting her take a drag and as she did, Amy's hand would caress some part of Sam's body - just lightly - as if innocently. Fingers down her cheek or tracing down the edge of the bikini top over the swell of Sam's full tits. Sam's nipples were clearly visible through the red fabric. And then Morgan started to tell Jimmy and Amy about the massage parlour and Min Li. Amy laughed.

"OH... when we get back to Saigon, we should both go there. It sounds like fun." Amy said as she giggled and ran her hand softly down over Sam's flat tummy. The joint discarded, she was standing slightly sideway on to Sam. One hand was behind her, stroking Sam's hair, the other moved down over her tummy and then her hip and then onto her firm toned thigh. Sam could feel her heart beginning to beat a little faster and her cheeks flushed as Morgan spoke of what Sam had done. Jimmy was watching her; watching what Amy was doing. The hint of a smile played around his mouth as he watched the 2nd Lt having a little fun. Morgan was acting with deliberate intent too. He guessed... hoped... that Sam would get turned on by the whole thing. He had always wondered whether Sam and her nurse friend back at the base had ever gotten it on before and when Kowalski and Morgan and taken Sam to the massage parlour... seen her with Min Li, they were both convinced that Sam must have had some fun with Sandy. Morgan looked on and took a drink from his bottle as Amy said she knew why Sam was a field medic. As Amy's hand came onto her mound, Sam turned her head and looked at Amy.

"Don't ya Lieutenant?" Amy suddenly grabbed a handful of Sam's hair and pulled her head back sharply making Sam wince. Amy brought her face close to Sam's, her mouth at Sam's cheek. "Say it." she whispered but loud enough for both men to hear.

"Yes." Sam swallowed hard.

"Yes what?"

"Yes... I... I like being around all those ... hard cocks..." Amy let go of Sam's hair and took hold of her jaw, leaned in. "I do like whores who do what they are told." She looked over at Jimmy for a moment, then back to Sam and then she kissed her. Sam started to respond almost immediately. O'Neil turned to Morgan.

"There's nothing better than seeing two good looking nurses together."

As Amy and Sam kissed, Amy's fingers undid the button at the top of Sam's shorts and then the clasp at the back of the bikini. All the while the two girls keep kissing, tongues wrapping around each other. Amy was pleased at how Sam was responding and her mind was racing thinking of all the things she might get this tight little whore to do. If this Sergeant was happy then she and Jimmy could have some fun here.
 
Morgan was very happy with how this was playing out. It was easy to see how well Amy handled Sam. She did so as if they had been friends for years. Morgan figured that Sandy handled Sam in much the same way. Sam was the type of whore who needed a firm hand to guide her. Put her on the right path and keep her there until everyone had their fun. Morgan was sure that Jimmy's cock was hard. His own cock was very stiff at this moment. Amy & Sam looked damn hot while making out. Sam was also on the fast track to losing her clothing. Amy's fingers undid Sam's bikini top and soon it was laying on the wooden deck. Jimmy licked his lips at the sight of Sam's tits. His eyes locked on those hard nipples standing tall as if at attention. That's when Jimmy made his comment about seeing nurses together. " Damn right. " Morgan said while raising his bottle of beer into the air. Jimmy did the same and the men brought their bottles together. The bottles clanked as they made contact. This was followed by Morgan & Jimmy laughing. Amy had Sam's shorts open at the top and the zipper was down. Her hand then snaked it's way down between Sam's bottoms and her skin. Amy's fingers quickly found Sam's very warm core. A sly smile appeared on Amy's face. She told Morgan & Jimmy that Sam was soaking wet. " It doesn't take much to get this whore's engine running. " Amy joked with the guys who sat there enjoying the show. Morgan said Sam was always such a willing little whore. " Are Sammy will do anything for a hard cock.....Or wet pussy........She just loves to be used like the cunt she is. " Morgan wore a broad smile as he spoke. Jimmy was by now smirking as he watched Sam become the willing whore Morgan spoke of.

There was no doubt in Jimmy's mind that he'd be fucking Sam before the night was over. He figured Amy would have some fun putting on a show while working Sam up. Then the guys would have their fun with Sam. It would be one hell of a night. Jimmy was damn glad he decided to take a walk on the beach with Amy. This was way better then some strip club, or bar in downtown Saigon. Plus, it wasn't going to cost Jimmy a dime. Normally he'd have to pay to get a top of the line whore. Here, Jimmy & Amy got free beer, free pot and the hottest whore in South East Asia. Morgan continued to smile as Amy's fingers worked on Sam's pussy. Soon however, Sam's shorts and bikini bottoms were gone. There was nothing between the staring eyes and Sam's naked body but air.
 
At the two women made out, Sam barely noticed the few clothes she was wearing disappearing. The beer, the dope, the soft sounds of the waves on the beach and the warm evening breeze... Sam relaxed and slowly let herself fall into the sensations that Amy was creating in her body. She heard Amy's comments to Morgan and Jimmy and then Morgan's response. Amy's fingers wrapped around Sam's throat and pushed her away just a little, their mouths not quite touching. Amy smiled

"Is that right?" Amy kept working the fingers of her other hand in Sam's pussy, making her gasp and whimper softly. "Jimmy and I were hoping to come across a tight little whore just like you. Jimmy loves fucking officers, just like your Sergeant there."

"Too right I do." Jimmy called over. "There's nothing better than getting brass to beg to be fucked."

"Sam begs really good, don't you sweetheart." Morgan added.

'Really? Well why don't you come over here then baby and show me."

Amy grinned. "You heard the man. Go on over and tell him what you really want. Ask him nicely." Sam turned her head a little and looked over at Jimmy who moved his seat a little away from the table and leaned back more in his chair.

"Come on Lieutenant. Come on a tell Jimmy what it is you want." Amy let her go and Sam stepped slowly over to where Jimmy was. Jimmy grinned a little more broadly.

"This is a good looking lady Serg." He reached out and stroked her and down over Sam's hip and thigh. "Tell me what you want then girl." As Sam walked over to Jimmy, Amy moved to Morgan's side.

Sam looked down at Jimmy, standing naked in front of him and the evening light. "I want to get fucked. I want you to fuck me." she said softly.

"Not so fast baby. How about you show me a little attention first." Jimmy stretched his legs out and wide, silently inviting her to take her place on her knees. Sam didn't need any more of a request. She took herself down and slid her hands up Jimmy thighs, opened his pants and took out his cock. He was a big man. Thick. Hard.

"I can see that you're a hungry little cunt aren't you." Sam nodded a little as she lowered her head and took him into her mouth.
 
Amy watched as Sam began to suck on Jimmy's cock. She slowly undressed while standing at Morgan's side. Morgan tipped his bottle back and drank down the last of his beer. The pride he held for Sam showed on his face. Sam was such a total slut. Morgan liked showing off this side of her. There had never been any verbal agreement on a relationship between them. However, Morgan felt like he owned her. Not in the sense that he paid for her, or could just tell Sam what to do. It was more in how they acted towards each other. It was as if Sam had willingly became Morgan's personal whore. Doing whatever Morgan wanted without question. Right now, Sam was on her knees showing Jimmy her oral skills. Sam was a hungry little cock whore and it showed. " Yeah.......That's it baby.......Go to town on my cock. " Jimmy put his left hand on Sam's head and pulled her hair away from her face. He wanted to watch Sam work his cock like street whore would. Sam was sucking on Jimmy's cock like it was the last cock she'd ever get. This pleased Morgan who wrapped an arm around Amy's now naked body. He pulled Amy into his lap. She giggled then wrapped her arms around Morgan's neck. Amy leaned in kissing Morgan on the lips. Morgan was going to get another slutty Lieutenant while his slutty Lieutenant pleased Jimmy. This was going to be a great evening. There was so much these four could do and they had all night to have their fun.

Morgan started playing with Amy's pussy while they kissed. She was moaning into the kiss, her legs spread wide open giving Morgan the freedom to work. His fingers found Amy's core, then they sank right in. Amy's hips started to move as Morgan finger fucked her. She broke the kiss when her head went back onto her shoulders. Amy howled with pleasure as her first orgasm was building. She looked over at Sam still hungrily sucking on Jimmy's cock. The sight of seeing Sam showing her true nature was enough to push Amy into her climax. Her body began shaking while Morgan continued to finger fuck her pussy without stopping. Morgan enjoyed watching women have their orgasms. There was something about a women's face during their orgasms which showed an inner beauty. It was primal, raw and very slutty.
 
Sam responded to Jimmy's encouragement. She moaned softly and as he swept her hair from her face she looked up at him, turning her head slightly as she continued to suck and lick. Jimmy was clearly enjoying what she was doing. He grinned and gasped a little. He gave her a little time to get used to his thick cock and then eased her head down...further and further until she took his whole length... Holding her head until he felt her try to pull back. He held her a little longer, chuckling quietly and thrusting his hips up just a little. Finally he pulled her head off, fingers gripped tight in her hair. He tipped her head so she was looking at him but kept her close to his cock. Sam was breathing hard, gasping air into her lungs. With his free hand, he slapped his fingers against her cheek.

"You like that don't you bitch? Don't you?" He slapped her cheek a little hard getting a half spoken half moaned yes. "Yes. Good thick hard American meat... You like that a lot. Want some more?" Sam nodded a little as much as Jimmy's hold on her head would allow. Jimmy laughed and leaned forward. "Such a fucking whore.. Open wide" as Sam obeyed he spat into her mouth and then pulled her back onto his cock... Puushing her head straight down on his cock. "That's it...take it all...all of it...fuck, that's good." He groaned loudly as his cock pushed deep into her throat.

A few minutes layer he pulled her off again.

"Okay Lieutenant... Let's go for a ride huh. Get up....turn around...that's it... Show me how well you ride."

Sam found her feet as Jimmy pulled her up and patly man-handled her around and in front of him. She felt his hands on her hips pulling her back a little. She straddled his legs and reached down...then guided his cock into her wet cunt. He groaned again as she lowered herself down until his whole length was inside her. And then she began to lift herself..then down...up....down....she quickly found a rhythm, her tits bouncing as she rode his. Jimmy suddenly slapped her ass hard making her squeal as he encouraged her to ride faster. She duelly obliged. His cock felt so good inside her.

"Oh if the boys in your squad could see you now." Jimmy had no idea of course that they had seen her in this position before... With them and with other men. Her mind drifted momentarily to Madam Wu's ...to the stage show...and the men afterwards.


Then she felt Jimmy wrapping as his arms wrapped around her, pulling her back to him. His left hand reached up and he grabbed her right tit, squeezing it. His right hand reached for her left hip. He held her firm, his cock buried inside her and then he started to fuck her. She moaned loudly, whimpering, gasping. Her back arched, her head almost on Jimmy shoulder, he let go of her tit for a moment and took hold of her jaw, turning her head to him. He kissed her hard as he continued to fuck her. Short quick but hard strokes. She groaned as she kissed him back. Jimmy liked playing with this toy. She responded to him just like a good whore should. He liked the way her body was so exposed as he fucked her. Anyone passing by now would have a clear view of both women being fucked, but his little cunt was on full display. His left hand moved back to her tit. His right hand moved to her pussy, his fingers finding her clit. Sam began to buck a little in his lap as she kept kissing him hungrily. He definitely liked this whore.
 
Morgan played with Amy's pussy until she came. Her breathing was short & rapid before, during and just after the orgasm. Amy's body shook as the waves of pleasure washed over her body. It was just like the waves washing on the beach not far away. Amy loved how skillful Morgan's fingers were. He played her pussy like a virtuoso of sex. Amy would love to have a man like Morgan. He knew how to do those things which women enjoyed. She was sure Sam knew how lucky she was. Getting a man like Morgan was a great find. Amy rested her head against Morgan's shoulder until her orgasm had passed. She noticed that Sam had changed position. She was now riding Jimmy's cock and what a sight it was. Jimmy had Sam in full view of the beach. Amy grinned while looking at the scene playing out. She gave Morgan a kiss before standing up. Amy walked acrossed the deck and admired Sam's beautiful body. She placed her right hand on Sam's right leg. That hand then slowly stroked it's way up over Sam's naked skin. Amy's fingers lightly brushing over the flesh. Soon her hand reached Sam's right tit. Amy made her finger do little circles around Sam's very hard nipple. She lowered her head, took the nipple in her mouth and sucked. Amy only sucked a short time before she pulled back slightly and smiled. There were a lot of whores in this country, but none had the spirit that Sam showed. There were many different types of women in Vietnam right now. Those who had sex regularly did so for various reasons. Some did it for money. Others did it for a way to escape the madness of the war. Sam was among the few who did it for the sheer enjoyment of sex. Amy teased Sam's nipple with her tongue. She then grinned up at Sam. Amy then gave Sam's nipple a hard, but playful bite. It wasn't enough to draw blood, but it was hard enough to toss some pain into the building pleasure.

Amy laughed at the sounds Sam made. " Such a cock whore. " Amy smiled as she stood up. She moved over in front of Jimmy. Amy lowered herself down between Jimmy's legs. From here she had a great view of Sam's cunt which was wrapped around Jimmy's hard cock. Amy moved her head in and began licking Jimmy's sack. This made Jimmy moan even more then he had been. Amy worked her tongue up from Jimmy's balls to his long shaft. She licked at the thick cord under his cock until Sam's pussy came down. Amy then teased Sam's swollen clit with her tongue. Morgan watched with a huge smile on his face. He then noticed a small group of men had stopped not far away. They were walking down the beach until they spotted the action going on. These men were horny Marines from the Da Nang area. They had come south for some R&R. They started to cheer & whistle while Sam rode Jimmy's cock. Amy slowly rose up and moved to one side. She didn't want to block anyone's view of this whore at work. This was like Madam Wu's all over again. The cheers, the whistles, the clapping hands, the shouts urging Sam on. Morgan came up to the railing. He leaned against the metal watching Sam go.
 
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