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Roberta, Molly and Ed

By: 1946EW



On March 29, 2001, the Peoples Republic of China forced down an American intelligence surveillance plane flown by the Navy flying in Chinese air space. The crew was held for 11 days, before being released. Upon their release, the aircraft pilot was interviewed on all the morning network news programs, the Sunday morning network news programs, and the nightly news programs. Below is one of several scenarios about how the Navy handled the incident.

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Friday

"Commander Cromartie?"

Lt. Commander Edward Cromartie, USN, turned toward the voice that had spoken his name. He saw two female naval officers, a tall willowy light-skin Black woman, and a short Asian one. The Black one was wearing the uniform of a full commander, the Asian of a lieutenant. He saluted, and they returned the salute before approaching him as he stood next to the baggage carousel at JFK airport.

The Commander extended her hand as the pair reached him. "I'm Commander Roberta Blisson, public affairs." Cromartie shook her hand. Blisson indicated her subordinate. "This is Lt. Molly Wynn, personnel recruitment and retention." Wynn extended her hand; Cromartie shook it. "We're your escorts while you're on this public relations tour. Have your bags arrived?"

Cromartie looked from one woman to the next. Each were exceedingly attractive, though their differences in height gave them a Mutt-and-Jeff appearance. The commander was at least 6' tall in her three-inch heels, while the lieutenant shorter than Cromartie's 5'8' although she too was wearing heels. In their dress whites, they could have been poster girls for Navy recruitment.

"By escorts do you mean minders and handlers?" he smiled at them.

Blisson smiled, "Let's just say, Commander, that you're a very hot asset right now, that the Navy would like to make maximum use of. Some of your statements when you were debriefed following your release, as well as other facts about your career, might prove difficult to explain to the public. We wouldn't want you to endanger that career, would we?"

Cromartie looked at the Commander. Her smile and beaming face was countered by her eyes. Knowing eyes. Hard eyes. He looked at the lieutenant. Same bright smile, crimson lips, beaming face. Only her eyes sparkled. How much did they know about him? How much didn't they know?

"Are those your bags?" Blisson asked.

Two soft leather suitcases with his name stenciled on them in gold were approaching them on the carousel. Cromartie turned and grabbed the bags as they came to the trio. He placed the larger one on the ground, pulled out its handle, and placed the second one on top, clasping it to the poles of the handle of the bottom one. He then pulled out the handle of the second one. As he turned to the women again, Blisson took out her cellphone.

"Martinez, Commander Blisson, we're leaving now. We should be at Gate 17 in fifteen minutes." She looked at Cromartie. "We have suites at the Madison Hotel during our stay here. I can fill you in on the logistics as we walk."

The trio walked three abreast, Cromartie in the middle, the heels of the women clicking on the hard surface of the floor. Blisson explained "You are scheduled to do the morning TV network newstalk shows beginning Monday, the local radio talk shows late morning and in the afternoon, and you are to be available for whatever else the Navy has planned. The Navy has provided a car for our travel, with Petty Officer Martinez as our drive. I insist that we take advantage of the limousines of the networks whenever provided. You will also make a few appearances at sports events where you will be introduced as a real life Top Gun——a real Tom Cruise prototype. Any questions?" she asked as she ended her spiel.

Questions Cromartie had, but not the type he dared ask. "Any free time?"

"Not really. We're on a pretty tight schedule. Your fifteen minutes of fame might well end by next weekend. The networks, if not the American people, have the attention span of a four-year-old. So the Navy intends to milk every minute of it. We'll be with you through it all." She indicated herself and the lieutenant. "Waking you in the morning ... escorting you to all events ... tucking you in at night." At this, Blisson and Wynn looked at each other, smiling slightly. Cromartie didn't notice.

They exited Gate 17 just as the car pulled up, a Navy blue town car. Blisson entered the back seat first, followed by Cromartie, then Wynn, as Martinez placed Cromartie's bags in the trunk. As he pulled out of the pick-up lane, P. O. Martinez looked at the trio in his rearview mirror. 'Lucky sonavabitch!' he thought. 'This guy probably'll end up fucking both these bitches, while I have to drive them around this shitass town.' As he was watching, each woman placed a hand on Cromartie's thigh closest to them.

Cromartie didn't know how to respond to the hands. He was used to being hit on by women——the uniform, his pilot status, and his own good looks guaranteed it. And he knew how to fend them off. But these two had been assigned to him, one outranking him. He knew he couldn't antagonize them. So he just sat there, hoping that both of them being present would serve to deter the other.

Arriving at the Madison, Blisson directed Martinez to their reserved parking space in the attached parking garage. She waited until he had opened the trunk and taken out Cromartie's bag before she spoke to him again.

"Are those your bags, Martinez?"

Martinez looked at his duffel bags in the trunk. "Yes, ma'am."

"Take them out. You're staying here with us, compliments of the Navy——or rather the Admiral."

Martinez nearly dropped on the spot. He'd expected when he got this assignment that he would be billeted at some New York City naval facility. 'Hot damn! This assignment might not be that bad after all!' He said to himself. He took out his bags and followed the officers, a smile on his face from ear to ear.

Their rooms were at the end of the hallway on the Madison's 11th floor. Cromartie had the far suite on the even-numbered side and the women shared a two-bedroom suite next to Cromartie with an adjoining door. Martinez was opposite Cromartie on the odd-number side, not knowing that his was just a room, while theirs were suites. Still, it was a room at the Madison.

Blisson opened the smaller room and stepped inside, followed by Martinez. She handed him his key card with instructions. "Always have your cellphone on, and be ready to drive at anytime, day or night. You can order anything from room service, but don't go overboard. Anything reasonable above your per diem I'll okay. Admiral Hruskova will be coming by tomorrow, and probably several more times while we're here. So act as if she's here all the time. She picked you for this assignment. I guess you know why. And remember, loose lips sinks ships. Whatever happens at the Madison, stays at the Madison."

"Yes ma'am," he replied. He truly did know why he was picked. Vice-Admiral Hruskova had saved his career a few years earlier when he had been caught in a compromising situation with an officer——a married female flag officer. The Rear Admiral contacted Hruskova, having served under her earlier, knowing Hruskova's contacts and special status within the Navy. Miraculously, the incident never happened. Martinez was transferred to public relations under Hruskova, which meant he was mostly a go-fer and clean-up specialist. Driving drunk officers around, picking up their dates——who usually were not their wives——or husbands—— scoring drugs, removing incriminating evidence of moral turpitude from hotels, motels, officers' quarters, everywhere, anywhere. And other services, especially for Hruskova.

Cromartie's suite was a spacious one-bedroom, with a large living room. The adjoining door opened into the women's living room so that the two rooms could be used together. Wynn showed him inside while Blisson was with Martinez. Cromartie went to his bedroom to place his bags; when he returned, the two women were waiting for him. He looked at them, wondering what was next. What was next shocked him. Both stood up and began taking their clothes off.

"Uh ... uh ... ladies ... I don't think you should be doing this."

The two women ignored him, not stopping until they had shed their outer garments. Cromartie didn't know what to do, so he just stood there. Blisson was wearing a full slip over her bra, panties and stockings, Wynn a half slip and a longline bra. As Wynn stepped out of the half-slip, Blisson sat on the couch, reached under her slip and pulled off her panties. She hiked up the slip just as Wynn removed her panties. Cromartie saw two hairy pussies, then was surprised as each woman peeled another garment off. Cromartie's mouth dropped as he saw two cocks where he had just seen two pussies.

Blisson grabbed her now hardening cock. "Okay flyboy, get over here and suck on this!"

Cromartie looked at her, then at Wynn, who had removed all her clothing except for her bra, stockings and shoes.

"Get over here, Commander!" Blisson shouted.

Cromartie walked zombie-like to the couch. He looked down at the 8 inches of blackness pointing up at him. He looked at the knowing look on Blisson's face, then slowly sank to his knees. He bent his head and took her into his mouth.

"Yesssss!" Blisson hissed. "I've waited for this all day!" She grabbed the back of his head and held him to herself, leaving him enough room to bob and suck and kiss her cock.

Cromartie worked Blisson's cock as he had so many others. It had been months since he had had sex——the kind of sex he craved. He deep-throated the Commander, rejoicing in the feel of a cockhead hitting the back of his throat. Clamping his lips on her he slowly pulled his head upward, letting his tongue slide along the underside of her cock. When he reached the base of the crown, he sucked hard, pulling an orgasm from Blisson.

"Oh yessss! Sweet lord, yesss!" Blisson screamed, her cock erupting into Cromartie's mouth.

Cromartie kept sucking and swallowing, wanting to drain the Commander. Blisson held his head, spurting into his mouth. It took several minutes for her to finish, Cromartie swallowing as much as he could. Still, overflow ran out of his mouth coating her cock. She released his head and he began lapping up her cum without command. When he finished, he knelt back, his lips covered with cum, looking at her. She smiled at him.

"The Admiral said you were good. I didn't believe her, she being a woman and all." She stroked his face. "We're gonna have some good times in this room, Eddy." She then looked at Wynn. "You ready, Molly?"

Edward turned to see Molly Wynn frigging herself, her cock pointing straight out. Not the eight inches he had just sucked, it was still of decent size. Molly walked over to them, presenting her cock to Edward. He dutifully opened his mouth as the Asian tranny fed him her cock. Molly placed her hands on the sides of his head and half-guided, half-followed, Edward as he rocked back and forth, taking her in to her balls before clamping his lips tight and pulling back. At the end of each backstroke he swished his tongue around the head. When she was ready to cum, Molly tightened her grip on Ed's head and began shooting into his mouth, keeping just the head inside his lips.

Ed kept sucking, noting the difference in taste of the first Asian he'd sucked. He wondered if all Asians tasted similarly. He knew that black cocks tasted different than white ones, and all cocks reflected the diets of their owners. Was he tasting a racial difference, or a dietary one. No matter. He was going to suck her dry, swallow her load, then clean the head and shaft with his tongue. This is what he always did, the way he'd been taught to suck cock, the way he enjoyed sucking cock.

"Aiieee!" Molly yelled as the last of her cum came out. That last bit always produced an intense feeling in her cock, causing it to twitch as she closed her eyes and saw stars. Roberta stood and removed her slip, revealing her corset-bra, hip-hugger garter belt, and stockings. She walked over to where Molly had placed her purse, opened it and took out some condoms.

"Get your clothes off, flyboy," she said, handing the condoms to Molly.

Edward began stripping. He now realized that these two knew much more about him than he had thought. Information which could have been provided only by Admiral Hruskova. Don't ask, don't tell, don't pursue. What a joke! Ever since his homosexuality was uncovered, the Navy had been out to get him. They didn't ask, he didn't tell, but gawd how they pursued! Every dirty job that had to be done was given to him, the latest being flying recon missions along the Chinese coast. If he refused the missions, he would be cashiered for being gay. The public didn't understand. They thought you couldn't bet busted out for being a fag. Wrong!!!

But this time he'd gotten lucky, if being forced down in Red China was lucky. He'd saved his plane, defended his crew, destroyed all useful equipment and information, and presented the world with the image of the clean-cut, blonde, blue-eyed, all-American patriot. If they made a movie of the incident, he was sure Tom Cruise would play him——and look inadequate by comparison. Public appearances, being on all the newstalk shows, being lionized by left and right. Maybe he could parlay this into a decent naval career. And now these two. He finished stripping just as his stream of thought ended.

Molly had the condom in place and was looking in her purse for lubricant. Roberta had resumed her seat on the couch, enjoying the strip tease. She studied the blank stare on Edward's face, guessing what he was thinking. As he sat to remove his socks and shoes, she noticed his cock was flaccid.

"Looks like you're not enjoying this, commander?"

"What's to enjoy, Commander," he spat.

"You're gay and you're in the Navy. This is real life, not a Village People song. You get to suck cock——in fact two cocks. You get to be fucked. Actually you get to be made love to, because I really think you're hot! I'm really good, too! So is Molly. We've studied that video of you being fucked, on all fours like a dog as Captain Harper reamed your ass. You two could have been more creative! But, oh, the look of pure bliss on your face! I want to put that look back on your face. You get to suck cocks, get fucked——in the sexual sense of the word——and be a national hero, all at once. You get to live in a five-star hotel, complete with unlimited room service. Your career is now secure——the Navy doesn't want your sexual orientation made known. This should be nothing but gravy to you."

Edward knew that everything Roberta said was true. "I like to pick my sexual partners."

Roberta looked at him hard. "You don't like people of color?"

Edward realized he had come close to a line. "No, that's not it. I've sucked and been fucked by black men before." He looked at Molly. "Although you're by first ... ... what are you?"

Molly's raised her eyebrows. "What do you mean, what am I?"

"I mean are you Vietnamese, Chinese, Vietnamese, something other?"

"I'm Vietnamese, if you must know. You have a problem with that?"

"No, it's just that there are differences between Asians, culturally, physically, I assume sexually. I don't lump you all together. It's just that I haven't had any opportunities with Asians."

"With that attitude I understand why," Molly pouted.

"You still want to fuck him, Molly?" Roberta asked.

"Oh, hell yes! I'm gonna give him that opportunity! Bedroom, flyboy!"

Cromartie hesitated. Blisson was his superior, Wynn his subordinate. He didn't like being given an order by her.

"Lt. Commander Edward Cromartie," Roberta said sternly, standing. "I hereby order you to repair to your bedroom, lay on your back on the bed therein, and receive in your asshole Lt. Molly Wynn's dick, until she is satisfied."

Cromartie glared at Blisson, who glared back, fondling her cock. He crossed his arms defiantly. "And what if I refuse?"

"Then we'll rape you." she said matter-of-factly. Cromartie stared at Roberta, then Molly. "We may be transgendered, Eddy boy, but we're still male. And we're sailors, too. You can struggle all you want, but in the end, we're going to be in your end." Molly and Roberta giggled at this. "And we'll have to report you to the Admiral."

This last threat decided the issue. Cromartie turned and marched into the bedroom. Roberta and Molly looked at each other triumphantly, then followed. Inside the bedroom, Cromartie was laying on his back, legs splayed, cock soft. Molly started to move toward him, but Roberta was not happy.

"Molly, he's not cooperating." she said. Molly looked at Edward, who now spread his legs wider. "Not good enough, Commander," Roberta said. "I want you to enjoy us as much as we're going to enjoy you. Your cock says you're not enjoying this."

Cromartie placed his hands behind his head, defiantly. Roberta climbed onto the bed, her head at his cock. She laid down, 69, and roughly grabbed his ass and pulled him onto his left side, taking his cock into her mouth. Molly stepped up to the bed, raised Edwards' right leg, placing it on her left shoulder. She inserted a tube of lube in his anus and squeezed the entire tube into him. She inserted two fingers, then three, Cromartie being that open. As she began to massage his sphincter, walls and prostate, he became erect in Roberta's mouth.

Cromartie was about average, a little less than seven inches; Roberta easily took him entirely. She sucked him gently, wanting to maintain his erection as Molly fucked him. He began to moan from the sensations in his ass and around his dick. Molly removed her fingers and inserted her dick. She began moving in and out of him, reaching for his cock. As her fingers caressed his balls, then Roberta's lips, Roberta eased him out of her mouth. Molly gripped him hard, keeping his right leg tight against her body as she increased her rhythm. Edward's moaning increased with Molly's increased rhythm. Sensing that he was ready to cum, Roberta placed her mouth over the cockhead, ready to accept his cum. Molly had now found his prostate and stroked into him to massage it. She squeezed and relaxed, squeezed and relaxed, her grip on his cock in rhythm to her stroking. Roberta kept sucking, and Edward came. Hard.

"Oh my God, yes, yes, yes!" he cried.

Roberta kept sucking and swallowing as Molly milked his cock and pumped his ass. Soon the junior officer came, burying herself in Cromartie's ass, slumping until her knees rested on the edge of the bed, her cock twitching in the lieutenant commander, further exciting his prostate and sphincter. Cromartie shot the last of his load into the superior officer's mouth; Roberta swallowed it all.

Cromartie threw his head back as he came, not having felt the pleasure of cumming and being fucked at the same time for months. He revelled in the sensations, feeling Wynn twitch inside him, then become still, then begin shrinking. He enjoyed shooting into Roberta's mouth, feeling his cockhead swim in his own cum and her saliva as she accepted his jism, then swirled her tongue around him before swallowing. He wanted to roll over completely on his back, but her sucking him and Wynn fucking him prevented that. So he laid back as best he could, letting the two have their way with him.

Wynn squeezed his cock as she pulled out of him, making sure he was dry. The top of her fist was tattooed with her superior's lipstick as Roberta's lips had inadvertently, then advertently, kissed her fist as Roberta sucked Cromartie. Wynn ran her thumb along the underside of Cromartie's dick, sticking the tip into Roberta's mouth as she did so. As Cromartie stopped cumming, Roberta's tongue licked Wynn's thumb as well as Cromartie's cock, a signal they had used many times to indicate when they were through cumming when sucking each other. Roberta removed her mouth from Edward's cock, licked it once more, then planted a kiss on it before planting a kiss on Molly's thumb. Molly released Ed, bent down and kissed Roberta, tasting Edward on her lips, in her mouth, on her tongue, her teeth. She wanted to crawl along Roberta's body and suck her cock, but this would have to wait. She and her superior had other orders from the Admiral——and other plans.


Roberta, Molly and Ed



Free from the lieutenant's hand and the commander's mouth, Ed rolled over into his back, one leg outstretched, the other flexed, his foot resting on the edge of the bed. He looked at the foot of the bed, watching the two women kiss. Roberta's hard cock was pointing at him, so he took it in his mouth. To his surprise, the Commander quickly pushed him away.

"Later, flyboy," she said, swinging to a sitting position on the edge of the bed. "I want your ass. After we eat. Then you can clean me afterwards." She picked up the phone on the nightstand and ordered room service: "Three entrees, with all the fixings, three different desserts, I'll let the kitchen decide, and two large pots of coffee——no, make that three. How long? A hour is fine. Deliver it to Room 1110. Oh, by the way, have you received an order from 1111? Send him a steak dinner. Yes, he'll be expecting it. Put everything on Room 1110. Thank you."

Placing the phone in its cradle, she turned to Edward. "Put a robe on and come over to our suite." She turned to Wynn, "Let's get our things and get to our rooms."

They left the bedroom, gathered their clothing and things in the living room, and entered their own suite. Ed was only steps behind them. Each went to her own bedroom. Not knowing what to do, he did nothing, sitting on the couch, waiting. About five minutes later each exited their room, as if it was planned. Both were wearing the hotel's white terrycloth robe and open-toed wedge bedroom slippers with a ridiculous pompom on the vamp of each. Molly had touched up her lipstick; Roberta's mouth bore the telltale trace of lipstick. Underneath the robes, Ed saw the pussies he had seen when they first stripped, which alternately peeked out then hid themselves as the women walked.

Each suite had a bar, the women's being larger with an under-the-bar refrigerator. Roberta looked inside, spied the suitcase of Martinez' favorite beer the Admiral said would be there. She took out a six-pack and headed for the door.

"Molly, fix the commander a drink," Roberta ordered as she exited their suite.

Martinez was surprised to hear a knock at the door. He had expected the officers to call him if they wanted to go somewhere. He scrambled into his uniform and rushed to the door. He knew he presented less than the strac appearance required of him when he opened the door. Roberta looked at his disheveled appearance and gave him a stern, reprimanding look. Martinez unwittingly returned the look as he noticed her lips, the hint of breasts at the top of her robe, and of cunt below. She held up the beer.

"I've ordered you dinner, Petty Officer Martinez. It should be here within the-hour. The Admiral said you liked this brand of beer." Handing the beer to Martinez, she concluded, "She'll be here tomorrow. I think you know how she expects to find you."

Martinez stiffened. "Yes, ma'am. She won't be disappointed, ma'am."

Roberta started to turn, then looked at Martinez again, smiling. "We won't be going anywhere tonight, Martinez. And the Admiral won't be here until tomorrow." She then walked back to her suite.

Martinez stood there in the doorway, holding the beer in both hands, watching Roberta sashay back to her suite. As she entered, he sighed. He sure would like a piece of that, to have his cock between her lips.

Molly and Edward were sitting on the couch when Roberta returned. Molly had fixed herself a metropolitan, while Edward had helped himself to one of Martinez' beers. Roberta went to the bar and fixed herself a white wine on the rocks. She plopped into the loveseat, turning so that she was leaning against an armrest, her legs stretched on the cushions.

"So, what have you two been talking about?"

Molly looked at Cromartie with a disgusted expression. "The lieutenant commander's been trying to pull rank. Thought with you out of the way, he could boss me around."

Roberta smiled. "Commander, you're not the first one to make that mistake. Don't make it again. Molly has a black belt in several martial arts, many a has man found themselves on their knees, holding their balls——or what was left of them."

Molly looked at him. "Lot's of guys think that since I'm short, small, Asian, and transgendered, they can boss me around. I'm no sissy bimbo. I'm still male and I'm trained in self-defense both by the Navy and as a civilian. For your information, flyboy, most of my same sex assignments are as a dominatrix. Seems a lot of admirals and generals like getting their asses whipped by a short transgendered Asian in leather and stillettoes. And I enjoy whipping their asses! So, don't give me anymore shit, flyboy!

"Commander ... do you prefer to be called Edward, Ed, Eddy ..." Roberta asked.

"Most people call me Ed, but any of them are okay." Cromartie replied.

"Okay. Ed, on this assignment, I'm your immediate superior. When I'm not with you, Molly acts in my place. So although she's a lieutenant, she still outranks you on this assignment. Got that clear, sailor?"

Cromartie looked at Roberta, then Molly. Their no nonsense expression made Roberta's words very clear. "Clear, Commander," he said.

"Good. Now, we've got two days before you begin touring the news stations and talk shows. We'll begin working on your presentation tomorrow. While on this assignment, which should last until next Saturday, we'll be your constant companions. Since the Navy doesn't want it known that you're gay, and a bottom at that, we're here to take care of you sexually, as well as shepherd you through the interviews. Of course, you can go without our sexual services, but that means another week with only your hand to relieve you. Clear."

He looked at Roberta. "Clear, Commander."

"So we'll look at you adoringly and wistfully when we accompany you to the talk shows, hit some night spots during the week, where we make it clear that we're more than colleagues, and attend some Navy recruiting functions. If you want a white woman, I'm sure the Admiral has some blue-eyed blonde she can assign to you. Might even be a genetic woman. If you got needs ... or wants ... Molly and I can't fulfill, then the Admiral can make arrangements. As long as your sexual orientation doesn't become known. ... Or ours."

Ed pondered what was being told him. A month without sex before he was forced down in China. Two more weeks in confinement. Then the three weeks of debriefing. Nine weeks! The sex he'd just had was the first sex he'd had with another person in nine weeks! And it was good sex. "Just a few questions."

"Go ahead," Roberta said.

"First, how did you find out about me?"

Roberta smiled at Molly, who grinned back. "You're an open secret, Ed. That prep school you went to is know for turning out queers. Like you, like Capt. Harper. You've been under suspicion since you joined. When you were caught being with Capt. Harper, you just confirmed suspicions. He was allowed to resign, you weren't, remember. The Navy didn't know what to do with you, so they gave you a suicide mission flying intel recon over China. ..."

"We were in international airspace..." Ed protested.

"And that's what you will say whenever you're asked about where you were when the chinks forced you down," Roberta admonished. Molly rolled her eyes. "We can cover your interview points tomorrow. Kicking you out of the Navy with less than an honorable discharge presented problems. Letting you resign under honorable conditions presented problems. So you were given a mission in the boonies where you would either be killed, or expected to kill yourself. But you weren't and you didn't. You stood up to the chinks ... destroyed any useful equipment, and embarrassed the hell out of them for forcing you down. So then the Navy had to find a way to use you.

"So you were assigned to Admiral Hruskova's special projects. She decided you would be a great public relations and recruiting asset. Except you're gay. So she called in Molly and me. We're also part of her special projects. Briefed us all about you. Parents. Siblings. Prep school. College. Career in the Navy. The incident with Harper. Your assignment to the Far East. She even found some of your other lovers." Ed sat up at this. "Don't worry. She's had them taken care of."

"Taken care of?' Ed asked.

"Well, the Admiral does have contacts. And Carlyle Prep School does have its official reputation to protect ... and its queer one to live down. Let's just say your friends are back in the closet, more or less permanently. Anyway, your whole life is known to the Admiral, and through her, to us."

Ed thought about this. Were all his past sexual partners subject to the Admiral's minions? "Second," he continued. "What's with you two?"

Another expected question. "Like I said, we're part of the Admiral's projects. We're Navy officers, like you. We're not exclusively gay, like you. In fact, we don't consider ourselves gay at all. We each want to live our lives as women. To most people, that means we're gay. We want to live as women, but we don't want to be women. I guess that labels us she-males. Personally, I find all these labels confusing. We just like being women! I personally enjoy sex with women, but as a female Navy officer that would get me labeled as a lesbian. Not to mention what would happen if the other woman was turned off when she found out I was male. I didn't date Navy people, to be safe. But, going from male Navy officer to hot Black dyke with something extra on weekends and leaves gets complicated. Word got around ... I ended up in Admiral Hruskova's office one day, and on her staff by the time I left."

"My situation was different." Molly added. "I've been dressing up since I was a little boy. Girls have such pretty clothes. Didn't want to be a girl, just enjoyed dressing like one. When I was little, my parents thought this was cute. When I was still doing it as a teenager, they got scared. Thought I was gay. Had me join the Navy after high school, thinking it would straighten me out. Duh!!! You think your son is gay so you send him to the U. S. Navy! About a year into my enlistment, an opportunity for a service school came up, but my CO, a ballbusting lesbian, wanted to send a woman. Only she didn't have anyone qualified to go. And I was. So she jokingly told me if I could pass as a woman she'd send me. I showed up at her apartment—she lived off base—dressed up. Once she got over the shock, we spent the rest of the weekend in her bed when we weren't going around town as new best girlfriends. I got to go to the school.

"About 2/3 of the class were female, most closet lesbians. Or not so closeted. I got picked up by a lesbian fellow student at a Navy school. I thought it would be interesting; she didn't. When she found out I had a dick, she freaked. Only the fact that she was gay prevented her from informing others. But she was cold as ice for the rest of the semester. Those who knew her thought she'd come on to me and that I had rejected her. Led to my being hit on by several of my classmates, male and female. Of course, I couldn't accept their advances, so questions began to circulate. After the school, I returned to my old assignment. My Vietnamese name is not gender specific to people who only know English. My last name is spelled—N g u y e n. It's pronounced Wynn,

"You know, the Navy is like a small town with nothing but gossips. The dykes got their own grapevine, so soon they knew about me. Quite a few of them are switch hitters, like my CO. They kept my secret, I kept theirs, and we enjoyed each other. Except ... some of them dykes are real bitches! The fact that I was a man living in drag and getting away with it, that I was fucking some of them ... well, word got around. Next thing I know I'm hauled before Admiral Hruskova and a several of other women admirals. ... Didn't know there were that many women admirals ... and transferred to her special service."

Roberta continued. "So the Admiral, upon discovering that we wanted to live as women, but not become women, made it possible for us to live as female officers, on the condition that we have be available for her special assignments ... in the service of our country ... and the Navy ... and her. Our government has a need for people like Molly and me. Passable as women, discreet. For men like you. In and out of service. Intelligence assets. Foreign heads of state or men highly placed in their governments. Beards is another name for what we do. All the services have us. State Department too."

"And we service the women admirals also," Molly interrupted. "And diplomats. Lots of queens in the Queen's service." She snickered at her own joke.

"The Admiral has a file on us like the one she has on you," Roberta continued. "Our entire lives have been changed. As far as the Navy is concerned, we are female. Parents, family, school, college, Navy careers now have me as Roberta Blisson and Molly as Molly Wynn."

Molly took over. "So when we got our new personas, the Admiral made the change. Our male personae no longer exist. Which is just fine with us. We have what we've always wanted: careers as female Navy officers."

Ed looked at their crotches, which they had exposed in their various poses.

"What's with those things?" he asked, looking at Roberta's crotch.

Roberta and Molly smiled at each other, then at Ed. "I was wondering if you were going to ask about these," Roberta said, opening her robe to reveal her breasts and crotch, spreading her legs. "Like I said, we want to live as women, but not become women. No breast implants, no alterations ... down there. But we have to appear natural. Can't have a dick getting hard at the wrong time. And if someone should look up our skirts, they shouldn't get a surprise! The breasts are easy. There are quite a few companies supplying realistic breasts from bra implants to adhesive prosthetics. The Navy has its own labs producing the same. Mainly for Navy wives or officers who've undergone breast surgery due to cancer."

Molly picked up the explanation. "Yeah. I had a real hard time ..." she snickered at the unintended double entendre ... "keeping myself from being discovered at the school. These vaginas are pussy panties, such as you can get in any adult book store, only very advanced. Ours have been developed so that we can go to the toilet without removing them. Fully functional too. Both Robbie and me have several different types, with different hair patterns depending on the assignment. Most of the time its either the full bush, like we're wearing now, or the landing strip. I have a few which are bare. ..."

Roberta sighed, recrossing her legs. "Not me. Guys ... and gals ... who want a nymphet look usually want a nymphet."

"Or an Asian. Everybody thinks I'm a chihuahua!" Molly grimaced.

Roberta crossed and recrossed her legs. Molly shifted hers so that her robe fell open enough to reveal her pubic hair. Both moves caught Cromartie's eyes. The women grinned at each other.

"Curiosity ... or?" Roberta asked.

"I'm not exclusively gay, as you put it," Cromartie answered.

"That's nice to hear," Roberta said. "But your response just now is what we want the hotel staff, the petty officer, and any other hetero male to have. We'll be flashing everyone we meet over the next week. Discreetly of course, but we really need to establish the fact that we're genetic women whom you're banging from sundown to sun up. Understood?"

"Yeah. So, you two do this often?" Ed asked.

"Depends on what you mean by 'often,' " Roberta responded. "Most of the time we're desk jockeys, shuffling papers, staring into a computer screen all day. There's lots of things to keep track of, when you work for the Admiral. Most times when we're escorts, just eye candy. We do make two hot looking women, don't we?" She smiled at Molly. Both were very proud of their appearances.

Roberta continued. "About once in any three, four month period, we'll get an assignment that requires us to have sex with an asset. Usually a one-night stand. Some diplomat or foreign visitor who needs his ass reamed, but don't want to risk getting caught or exposed. Or some general or admiral. You'd be surprised how many of our flag officers are fag officers." Roberta and Molly tittered at this. "Oh, but I guess you wouldn't be surprised."

Ed settled back into the couch. "No, I wouldn't."

Ed looked at Molly, then Roberta. "You two a couple or something like that?"

Molly looked at Roberta, smiled, and Roberta smiled back.

"No," Roberta said. "We've been on assignments together. Not necessarily to have sex with someone, just assignments. Of course we knew there was something different about each other, for either of us to be working for the Admiral. When we found out the other was transgendered, we became friends. The Admiral figured we would, might even say planned it. We'd each done sex assignments for her before we hooked up. So she asked us if we'd be willing to do so as a team. It was more of an order than a request ... we said yes ... ... and we've worked on sex assignments as a team about two, three times before now."

"We are still open to individual sex assignments, though," Molly added. Looking at Roberta. "Not that I don't enjoy being with you, Robbie. It's just that I never thought along couple lines."

Roberta came over and sat next to Molly. "I never thought along couple lines either, Molly." She turned to Ed. "Would you have asked a couple of guys who served together if they were a couple?"

Again, Cromartie realized he had made a faux pas. "I guess not. Sorry."

"For a gay guy, you've got lots of straight bigotry about transgendered," Molly stated.

Cromartie sighed. "I said I was sorry."

Just then there was a knock on the door. Roberta got up, fastened her robe so that it was clear she was naked underneath, and answered it. The waiters rolled in two carts. Roberta saw a third waiter knocking on Martinez' door. She noticed as the waiters casually assessed the trio's attire, the open door between the suites, the smudged make-up on the women. Both she and Molly managed to shift their positions so that there were momentary openings of their robes. The waiters said nothing, but the trio knew it would be all over the hotel within the hour. Just as the Admiral wanted. Roberta signed for the meals, including Martinez', and closed the door behind them after they left. There was a beef entree dish, a pork entree dish, and an Asian food dish. Ed took pork, Molly beef, and Roberta the Asian. They ate in silence for the first several minutes, unaware of their hunger until they began eating. Only near the end of the meal did Roberta speak.

"Anyone want seconds?"

Molly held up her hand as if she was in school; Ed merely nodded. Roberta called room service again, only to be informed that it was too late for room service. The desk offered to have the kitchen staff prepare something, considering their special status. Roberta declined, then ordered three large pizzas from a pizzeria that intelligence agencies in New York City use often. Two with a variety of slices, one Italian sausage. These would also take another half-hour.

"Anything else?" Roberta asked, putting the phone down.

Just then the room phone rang. Blisson answered. Yes, she did order pizza. Yes, send the man right up. Thank you. Hanging up the phone, she went to the door to wait for him. She leaned against the doorframe, proud of how shapely her legs had become. She knew she looked hot, the robe hitting her at mid-thigh. A few minutes later , the elevator doors opened, and a scrawny man in mid-twenties exited, carrying three pizza boxes. He looked around briefly before seeing Blisson, who motioned him to her. She returned to the living room, leaving the door open. The delivery man entered, and Blisson directed him to set the boxes on one of the food carts, looking from Roberta to Ed to Molly and back to Roberta. Two good looking women, one guy, the women's make-up smeared and smudged, the guy's robe barely closed. The delivery man seriously considered joining the Navy!




Roberta, Molly and Ed



"Which one is the sausage?" She asked, taking money out of her purse. The delivery man indicated the one on top. She handed him the money, enough for the pizzas and a tip of about two-thirds the price. "Take the sausage pizza to Room 1111."

She escorted him to the door, and stood in the doorway as he knocked on the door of Room 1111. Martinez opened the door, now dressed in a pressed Class B uniform, shoes shined. He looked at the delivery man in confusion. The delivery man pushed the pizza box at him, turned his head and looked at Blisson. Martinez took the box, then looked in the direction the delivery man was looking.

"We found room service wasn't enough, petty officer." Blisson said. "Thought you might still be hungry. Enjoy." She then closed the door as both Martinez and the delivery man enjoyed the sight of her terry-clothed ass disappearing.

Ed and Molly had already opened one of the boxes and each was eating as she sat down. "You take pretty good care of your men, Commander," Ed said.

Roberta smiled at him. "Yes, I do, Ed. And on this assignment that includes you. The Navy will be very pleased to have it get out that you're a real life top gun ... you know, a Tom Cruise. Young, handsome, intelligent, brave, a stud. We're here to give the world that impression ... that you're banging two good looking Navy female officers, or maybe more. We've laid down the groundwork here. By now, every waiter and other staff member at this hotel thinks you're banging our brains out.

"And in a way, you will be. We're going to spend the entire week in your bed, you on your back with your legs wrapped around Molly or me. That is when we're not carrying out our assignment of making you appear as a hot shot superpatriotic high flying superstud. When I can't fuck you anymore, then Molly will have you. We're going to teach you how to be fucked in ways other than frat boy. And make you enjoy it! Like having your cock sucked while your ass is being reamed. We intend to use every inch of your beautiful body. And you are beautiful, Ed. Did we tell you that?"

"And if I object, the two of you will rape me?" he said sarcastically.

"And if you object," Molly stated in dead earnestness, "the two of us will rape you and rape you and rape you."

The two women laughed uproariously at this. Ed looked from one to the other. Nine weeks without sex, now nine days of all the sex he could handle, maybe more. What was that old saying: if you can't prevent being raped, you ought to lay back and enjoy it?

Ed looked from one to the other. "Uh ... you said I was gay. I'm really bisexual. I mean ... I've been with women. ... A lot. ... When I said I like to pick my partners ..." he stammered. " I wasn't referring to race. I ... well, I ... never been with a ... a ..."

Roberta and Molly exchanged knowing glances. "Sissy?" Roberta asked.

"Drag queen?" Molly added.

Ed flushed, not able to look at either of them.

"Have all your sex been frat boy sex?" Roberta asked.

"Frat boy sex?" Ed was confused.

"Yeah, sucking cock, getting fucked in the ass doggy style or spoon-fashion, or fucking someone in those two positions. ... And only those two positions." Roberta explained.

Ed nodded slowly. "I'd never thought of my being with a guy as being gay. It was just something guys did when we don't have women."

"Like at Carlyle?" Roberta commented.

Ed nodded. "Yeah. ... What I do with other guys is ... different. I've even done the same with women. I enjoyed being with a woman, but I don't want to give up having my dick sucked by a man, or fucking a man, or being fucked by a man, or sucking dick. I mean ... it's not like I'm emotionally involved with men. I enjoyed having ..." He looked at Blisson. "What did you call it ... frat boy sex? And it is just sex."

Roberta and Molly looked at each other, knowingly. Molly looked at Ed, "So, flyboy, you don't mind what we did to you?"

For the first time, Ed blushed. "No."

"But did you enjoy it?" Roberta inquired. Ed nodded. "How much?"

"A lot," Ed confessed.

"What part?" Roberta pressed.

"You." He replied, looking into her eyes.

"Me?

"No one ever sucked me off while I was being fucked." He looked at Molly. "Not that you were bad, lieutenant ... in fact, you're very good. But it was the combination ... that's why I asked about you two being a couple. It seems that the two of you have done this before. ... Often."

Roberta and Molly smiled at each other again. "Well, Eddy, we have done to others what we did to you. Often. And there is quite a few other things we've done with others we intend to do to you. Often. And it will be just sex. And more sex. And more sex."

Ed said nothing, just ate another slice of pizza, pensively. He'd been fucked by a woman with a dick. And he enjoyed it. As they'd finished the first pizza, Roberta removed her faux cunt, her cock now peeked from her robe. Cromarties now looked without blushing. This Black woman ... for that's how he now considered Blisson ... was going to fuck him.

"Moment of truth, flyboy," Robeerta informed Cromartie, "I need your ass, now!"

Ed stood and removed his robe. He wondered if she intended to fuck him on the couch or the floor, if he would end up bent over the back or arm of the sofa, or doggy-style. Roberta ordered him into the bedroom. She needed her rubbers, and that's where they were. He started to get on the bed on all fours, but she stopped him.

"On your back, commander," she ordered as she rolled a condom down her cock. She noticed his awkwardness in this position. "Haven't you ever been fucked missionary?"

"No, ma'am."

"Well, get used to it. I like to see the face of the person I'm fucking. And I like kissing too. You've never been kissed while you're being fucked?"

"No ma'am, not by a man."

"Oh, you poor thing," Molly cooed. "Fucked all these times and never been kissed."

Roberta moved to the bed and pushed his legs toward the headboard. She lined up her cock with his asshole. "You're gonna be my bitch, tonight, Ed." She began moving her cock into him. "I'm not going to just fuck you, I'm going to make love to you. The way a bitch needs to be loved. A strong cock going in and out of her ..." She pushed in more. "A mouth on her mouth ..." She leaned onto him, covering his body with hers, kissing him softly. "Wrap you legs around me, Ed. You're my bitch! Fuck like one!"

Ed complied as Roberta began to move inside him. He wrapped his legs around her waist, his arms around her body, and he opened his mouth to her tongue just as he relaxed his ring to her cock. Oh yeah, he thought. I'm her bitch! I'm a bitch! A bitch being fucked. Oh yeah!

Once Ed had accepted his role as her bitch——damn quick, Roberta noticed——he gladly and willingly gave in to her kisses as well as her cock. She really enjoyed cumming inside him that first time, their lips plastered together, his legs and arms around her body, squeezing her as his ring squeezed her cock.

She'd barely pulled out of him before Wynn climbed on top, her smaller cock easily sliding into him. "Relax," Wynn told him, "let your ass adjust to me." Ed did so, noticing that not only was her cock different, but her body floating on his was different than Roberta's heavier one driving him into the mattress. As Molly began fucking him, it was with a steady rocking motion, not the pistoning of the Black. Ed realized he'd missed quite a lot being frat boy fucked.

Roberta replaced her condom, then sat beside them as Wynn began her rhythm, watching the Vietnamese work up to her third orgasm. Ed was really into being the bitch to them, wrapping his legs around Wynn as he had Roberta. This being her third time, Wynn lasted very long, constantly kissing Ed and telling him what a good fuck he was. When Wynn screamed her last orgasm, shooting into him, Roberta knew she was done for the night. Wynn lay on him, enjoying the warmth of his body as her cock shrunk. She rolled over on her back, laying beside him.

Roberta sat on the edge of the bed, at Ed's hips. She took his cock in her hand and had him hard in seconds. While he had sucked both of them, and been fucked three times so far, he had cum only once, when she had sucked him as Wynn fucked him. She deep-throated him, jacking him as she sucked. All the pent-up cum he had from more than two months without human sexual contact now spewed out of him. His earlier cumming had been inhibited by his not knowing what the situation was. Now, free from all mental and psychological restraint, he let loose.

Roberta swallowed as much as she could, but it was more than she could handle. She let the excess ooze out of her mouth and down his shaft, coating her hand. She kept jacking and sucking as Ed kept bucking and shooting, the entire sequence taking fully five minutes. When Ed finished, she sucked his cockhead to make sure he was drained, then removed her mouth. She let his cock flop against his belly as she got up and went to the bathroom, returning with a wet washcloth. She had wiped the cum from her face, and re-applied her lipstick.

She tenderly cleaned his cock, smiled at him, then kissed him. "That was quite a load," she said.

"Sorry."

"Don't be, Ed. You suck cock really good, but I'm a great cocksucker. Being able to make a man cum like that let's me know I'm doing him right. Like you said, I treat my men right. And by treating them right, I don't just mean buying them pizza. I intend to teach you to enjoy sex with a tranny. Not just gay sex, but tranny sex. The best sex of being a man and being a woman. I just hope I haven't drained you completely. There's one more thing we'd like to try before we're through." She looked at Wynn, "Ready, Molly?"

Molly had redone her own cherry red lipstick. "Yeah, let's do it." She went to the far side of the bed and knelt at Ed's hips, opposite Roberta. She took Ed's cock into her hand, rubbing her thumb along the underside.

Roberta re-applied her burgundy color. "We're going to suck you again. Molly first, then me, then Molly. Each time, whoever sucks you will start just above where the other one was. When we're through, your cock should have rings, cherry and burgundy, from your pubic hair to your piss hole. We want you to hold back as long as you can. If you can last until one of us reaches the tip, then we'll let you set the agenda tomorrow. ... Well, the sexual agenda, I mean. Okay?"

Ed looked at the women and nodded. Molly took him into her mouth, clamping her lips around the base of his cock as she worked her tongue along the shaft. After three minutes, she released him and Roberta began. Another three minutes, then Molly. They were able to complete the routine without him shooting off. Pleased, Roberta took a snapshot of it, showing the cock in full frame, but not its owner. Molly then took the head in her mouth, inserted her hand in Ed's ass, and made him cum. After Molly had drained him and cleaned the head, Roberta put a condom on him to preserve the rest of their oral artwork. Exhausted, they all fell asleep on Roberta's bed.

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