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"Colonel Blake you are forcing me to go over your head!" Margaret Houlihan protested loudly. She was standing in the Colonel's tent alongside Captain Frank Burns.

"Listen Margaret, you've been over my head so many times I've got boot prints," the Cononel retorted exasperated.

Without missing a beat she sneered back. "I wouldn't have to if you weren't so incompetent. General Hammond will hear all about this in my weekly report!"

With that said Margaret grabbed Frank's arm and led him outside.

Margaret Houlihan was an army brat and she lived for the army. She was a proud officer and, taking after her father, she was incredibly ambitious. Any opportunity that arose to gain promotion she seized with both hands.

She was well known amongst the senior brass of the army but when the Korean War had broken out, she eagerly signed up as the head nurse of MASH 4077. Promotion was all well and good but meant nothing without the thrill of serving the country she loved.

Besides anyone who wanted a successful military career knew you need some experience of the front line and a war was a quick way of getting promotion.

When she had entered the camp she was expecting a tightly run military outfit. Salutes, revels every morning and a Colonel who loved the army as much as her. The first person who greeted her at the camp was exactly the type of person she loved. Major Frank Burns was in love with power but he didn't have the brains to exert it. Immediately they became a team, she was the driving force and he was her lapdog.

Ideally Frank would have been in command of the unit with Margaret controlling him. However there were three major obstacles that stood in the way of her ambition.

First was the Colonel. Henry Blake wanted an easy life and was happy for Radar the company clerk to do all his work for him and allow the people under his command to do what they want as long as he wasn't disturbed. . This would have been fine had it just been Henry to deal with but there was two doctors who made it their mission to make her life a living hell.

Their names were Captain Benjamin 'Hawkeye' Pierce and Captain John 'Trapper' McGuire. Neither of them wanted to be in the army but Colonel Blake, wanting an easy life, indulged them with their pranks and insubordination knowing that when it came down to medicine they were the best surgeons in the army. Any authority that Margaret tried to enforce was taken away by these three men.

Even her threats and attempts to go above Henry yielded no results. Colonel Blake was well liked within the army. However with each failed attempt, the Captain's confidence grew and their pranks became more outrageous and were always directed at Frank and her.

The latest problem for Margaret and Frank was the way Pierce and McIntyre constantly undermined her in the operating room. She tried to command her nurses and with each comment came a snide remark from one or both the surgeons which inevitably the stupid nurses giggled at and now one had actually insulted her.

Along with Frank she had written a report of the incident detailing the excesses of debauchery that the two surgeons exhibited. She had just sent it to head office and on her way back to her tent she had decided to tell Henry.

This however had been a mistake, Henry rather than being incensed had simply told her he would talk to Hawkeye and Trapper about their behaviour then in, what she felt was a condescending tone he told her to give her nurses a break.

Now infuriated she marched to Radar, the company clerk, ignoring him she snatched the phone and called General Hammond to put in a formal complaint.

Three days later and General Hammond arrived full of rage. Having been forced out of the comforts of Seoul to come to the front line, he was ready to court martial the men responsible.

"Ah Margaret, it's been too long." The General smiled as his eyes travelled up her tight body. "Shall we go to your tent to catch up?"

"General there is nothing I want to do more, but first I want you to discipline the two rudest obnoxious unmilitary men you'll ever meet... then I can discipline you!" She added with a wink.

With a lick of his lips he quickly fell into step behind her and Frank, adjusting his trousers as he did.

They were about to enter the swamp when I air horn went off signalling casualties followed moments later but the unmistakable noise of helicopters arriving.

The General was pushed aside by Hawkeye as they all ran to the helipad. Hammond could only watch astounded as the two surgeons quickly went to work.

Hours passed and yet the casualties kept in coming and the surgeons kept on working. Hammond felt useless, he had offered to help but had been brushed aside even by a man dressed in a nurses uniform.

The next day came and Hawkeye and Trapper found General Hammond in the swap, two glasses of his own whiskey ready for them. Despite being shattered the two men were always willing to have a drink before crashing out.

And, as so many times before, the two doctors won round the General who left the camp with only the highest regard for Henry Blake and his outfit.

"I've just signed for a weeks R&R for you and your men Henry. You run a fine ship here."

With that said he left leaving Margaret apocalyptic with rage.

"What should we do now?" Frank snivelled as he lay on the floor carefully painting Margaret's toenails.

"Well Frank," she began whipping her foot away from him, "seeing as you can't even stand up for me I'm going to have to find a General who will. He'll be the perfect military man, a hero who'll protect me during the day and worship me at night." Her eyes closed as she dreamed of a rugged man sending Pierce and McIntyre home in disgrace.

"You're so clever dear." Frank said kissing her foot in between each word.

"Stop it Frank, you'll smear the paint... no, Frank, I'm thinking." Her voice growing stern as he tried to kiss his way up her body.

"But Margaret," Frank whined, "I haven't been able to kiss your Hot Lips in days!"

"I said stop it, Frank!" She pushed him to the floor in anger.

"Oh Margaret, you make me wild," he growled, "with your gown and face mask, your eyes burn into me. Oh! I can't take it anymore." And with a pounce he jumped on top of her.

Quickly Margaret moved away and stood up, rage on her face. "Out Frank! Get out now!" And with Frank grovelling she shoved him out and to the floor.

"Bravo, bravo! What a performance." Hawkeye shouted as he and Trapper stood applauding watching Frank writhe around in the dust.

"Frank you devil you, and you said Margaret was a sucker for your thin lips!" Trapper hooted.

"Oh Margaret you look good enough to eat," Hawkeye said as he sidled up to her, "and look I've got a knife and fork right here!"

"Push off all of you, you make me sick you animals." Picking up Frank's boots she threw them at him causing him to squeal in protest. Locking her tent door she collapsed on the bed and waited for sleep to come.

Meanwhile outside Frank stormed off to his post-op duties, leaving Trapper and Hawkeye with no one to tease.

"Night hot lips," Hawkeye crowed then arm in arm with Trapper they walked to their sleeping tent or as they affectionately called it, The Swamp. As they opened the door they found Henry slumped on one of the beds snoring loudly and stinking of alcohol.

"You know Trap this Hammond thing deserves payback!"

"Yeah big payback," Trapper agreed as he searched for the cocktail glasses.

"This is going to take some planning."

"Oh yeah? What do you have in mind?"

"I can't think on an empty stomach, do you happen to have a stomach destroying alcoholic beverage, my good Sir?"

Trapper having found the glasses finished pouring out the high-strength gin and handed it over. "You're in luck Sir, they was brewed from the finest distillery in all Korea just this morning!"

Taking a sip Hawkeye spluttered and coughed, "Good grief this is a rare vintage!"

"Only the best for the best surgeon I know made from only natural ingredients and purified with twenty year old army surplus socks... perfection!" Trapper joked then gagged as he took a sip.

Four more glasses each and the ideas were flowing as quickly as the drinks. Finally Hawkeye unsteadily got to his feet and went over to Frank's bunk where he picked up the photo of Frank's mum and kissed it.

"You know we've always prank Frank," he giggled, "prank Frank! But we haven't done anything to Margaret. Because you know what they say, behind every sneak..."

"There's an even bigger one!" Trapper interrupted.

"Right! Behind those thin lips there's Hot Lips"

"So how do we get at Margaret? What's her weakness?"

"Ah, now my devious friend now you're talking. What drives Margaret, what makes her hotter than anything?!"

"The army!"

"Exactly! That's where we will strike or rather attack with military precision... just how she would like it!" Hawkeye finished triumphantly, poured another drink and sat down. "I've thought too much, it's your turn."

"Well we know she loves army brass, the more stars the better and she hates us so let's give her an ally against us."

"You're speaking in riddles you goon! I can barely understand you even when I'm sober!'

Trapper laughed and finished his drink. A plan was forming in his head. "We go to the village and find the most disgusting man possible and dress him up as a General. Then we tell him what to say to see exactly how high Margaret is willing to jump to get a promotion!"

"You know that could just work. There's a farmer who speaks a bit of English, well enough to try and sell me a three legged goat the other day!"

"And with sleeping beauty over there," Trapper pointed at Henry before continuing, "he'll be in Seoul for R&R soon and we can use his uniform."

"It's brilliant. Everything's coming together. I think it deserves a toast!" Hawkeye announced, getting to his feet and pouring a drink for himself and Trapper. They quickly finished them then with a chuckle they fell asleep.

The next day Trapper took over from Frank in post-op whilst Hawkeye went to the local village with a nurse.

"Now we need to find the most un-Margaret person possible. Someone she would hate normally if they weren't in a Generals uniform."

"If we need to find someone she hates then it should be you!" the nurse quipped.

Laughing he shook the empty glass at her indicating he wanted a refill. Soon they were in the local village and immediately the jeep was surrounded by villagers.

"No I've not got anything for you lot today... or have I?" With a little chuckle he pulled out some surgical gloves and blowing them up he tied them at the bottom and threw them to the screaming children.

"Hey Hawkeye, isn't that the man who comes into the camp to sell rubbish? That one next to the even older man? He could help us...For a fee."

With the last of the blown up gloves handed out Hawkeye followed where the nurse was pointing and the made his way over.

"Hello fine folks what have you got to sell today? The finest Korean wine, whiskey or was it gin last time?!"

"Aw Captain Hawkeye, it's a pleasure sir, indeed a pleasure. What brings you to my fabulous stall? I have every delight a captain of the heroic United States could ever need!" The man was in his early forties and years of haggling had given him a welcoming look but behind his eyes he was always looking for a way to get more money.

"Actually I want to buy your time."

"Captain I'm flattered but that's not something I offer unless it's the pretty lady that's asking. I'll even give you a discount... I do have someone I talk to and get you a good deal too!"

"No, no you misunderstood me. I want your help in playing a prank. In exchange I won't tell the military police where you get your alcohol from."

"Ahhh I'm not sure what you possibly mean Captain but I'm always happy to talk to our great protectors. Come into my house and we can discuss it further." The man smiled as he realised he was in danger of not making any money from this transaction unless he was very careful.

As they entered the wooden cottage, Hawkeye tried to hide his uneasy at the smell coming from the cooking pot and took a seat in the offered cushion on the floor.

"So to business, why don't you explain exactly what you want my father for and then we can talk money," the Korean said after he had ushered his grumbling wife and kids outside.

"Put simply we want your father to dress up as a General in the Korean army and offer the entire world to one of our Majors."

"You understand the risk of a civilian impersonating an officer don't you? This is a high ask. What do you propose to offer us in exchange for this high risk?"

"Well we've just had a haul of military equipment. Top of the range sun tan lotion, compasses, and binoculars and as a bonus I'll throw in some movie and LP's."

"Ah Captain I'm not..." he was cut off by Hawkeye

"Don't forget good Sir that I'm turning a blind eye to our missing alcohol shipment!"

Two days later and a jeep came crashing through a big puddle on its way into camp.

An elderly Korean man resplendent in his army uniform sat in the back whilst a younger middle aged Korean man drove.

Screeching to a halt the younger man jumped out and opened the door for the elder man, who with a brief glance around the camp, strolled towards the commander's tent and threw open the doors.

"I'm here to see Colonel Blake on the utmost importance. Please announce me." The Korean was the elderly grandfather and his name was Min-Seo. He had originally been a translator for the English army and he had learnt all the tricks to give him the air of a military leader.

Radar sitting at the radio, his feet up on the desk and a comic in his lap ignored the man.

"Klinger, you're not going to get home dressed up like that. You look ridiculous, where is your nurse's outfit anyway?"

Min narrowed his eyes, swinging round the chair so that the young corporal faced him he took the comic and threw it to the floor.

"Young man I will have your badge. If I hear anymore insubordination from you I'll have you arrested for obstruction."

The choked splutter and apologies were accompanied by wide eyed panic on Radar's face. "I'm so sorry General, um ahh jeeze. I'm sorry, so sorry please I'm sorry."

"Alright boy, I get that you're sorry. Where's your commanding officer?"

"Col... Colonel Henry Blake is... well he's not here. Um I can get him on the phone though. He's on R&R in Seoul but I can find him just give me a bit of time. I'm so sorry General."

"Stop apologising son. Tell me who's in charge now."

At that point Major Frank Burns stormed into the small room. Ignoring the elderly man, he marched over to Radar.

"Get me the military police right away. I've just been insulted by a mere private. He had the audacity to mock me. We'll see whose laughing once he's locked up!" Frank chuckled to himself.

"Um... Major Burns..."

"Radar, I don't need you to have a conversation with you. I want you to call the military police."

Min watched this with amusement. His son was too cocky sometimes, but it helped when you're in the trade game to be arrogant. It helped hide the deficiencies in what you were selling.

Coughing lightly to get Frank's attention he spoke calmly. "I apologise Major, he is my man and I will have him reprimanded when we get back to my base. Will you accept my apologies in the meantime?"

Now it was Frank's turn to splutter and look in panic and awe at the elderly man in front of him.

"General I'm so sorry. I didn't see you there." In his panic he put both hands up in a salute.

"At ease, Major. Now I need the help of the commander or this MASH unit and I've been told that it's you."

"Me? Oh yes. Yes it is I. I mean yes General this is my outfit. Why don't you come into my office and we talk without the lower ranks to disrupt us."

Pushing open the door he ushered the General in and offered him a seat. Frank, knowing where Henry hid his whisky went to the cabinet and tried but failed to open it.

"Ra..."

Radar was already walking in with two tumblers and the key to the cabinet. "Would that be all Sir?"

Frank tried to hide his irritation at being shown up by pulling open the cabinet and searching for the whisky.

With the two glasses poured Frank lifted his glass and gently tapped the Korean General's glass. "To victory!"

"To victory," Min agreed. "The reason I'm here is because I want to talk to your head nurse on a matter of great military importance."

Frank's beady eyes grew wide as he heard the words military importance. His first instinct was to demand to know what this man wanted with Margaret. Partly because he was jealous she was asked for rather than him but mostly he hated not knowing something. But he knew he could weasel whatever it was out of his military soul mate so licking his lips he smiled at Min.

"Of course, General. Would you like to me to call her here? No one would be able to eavesdrop here. I'll personally make sure of that!" he said, knowing full well that he would be outside listening in.

"I'm a little tired after the long journey so I'm going to have a drink first then I'll meet her in her tent. Just let her know I'll be seeing her shortly." With that said he turned on his heel and marched out leaving Frank saluting his back.

As soon as Min had left Frank was running to Margaret's tent, pounding on her locked door he begged her to be let in.

"Frank please go away, I don't want to see your ferrety face unless it's covered with a mask!" Margaret shouted as she sat as her table a book open in front of her.

Unwillingly to leave Frank pressed his face against the crack in the door and whispered. "But Margaret, my love, there is a three star General of the Korean army who wants to see you!"

With his face resting against the door he didn't have a chance as Margaret threw open the door shoving him to the mud outside.

"Why didn't you say," She snarled, "what are you doing down there are you trying to snoop? Sometimes I think you're a bigger creep than Radar!"

Scrambling to his knees Frank held his arms out. "Please Margaret, there's a General to see you."

"Yes, you've told me that. Are you actually going to tell me something useful now like who he is and where he's going to meet me?" She spoke as if she were addressing a child.

"He's having a drink then he said he'll be coming to your tent to speak to you. He's called Min... Min-Seo and that's all he said. He was actually rather rude seeing as I am the commanding officer!" Frank was standing now and would have kept on whining but Margaret had turned away from him and entered her tent, shutting her door on him once again.

"You can leave now Frank," she yelled as she looked around her tent. It wasn't a mess but in her muddled mind all she could see was mess. Picking up the clothes drying she shoved them out of sight. Picking up the whisky she kept for special occasions she wiped clean two glasses and placed them on her table.

Looking at herself in the mirror she smiled. She looked good, the green khaki uniform was not flattering but with her belt tight around her stomach she managed to show off an hourglass figure. Grabbing her lipstick and mascara, she carefully refreshed her makeup. Combing her hair she opened the blind on her door and spotted an elderly Korean man walking towards her tent. Taking a deep breath she opened her door and gave him her biggest smile.

"General welcome to my tent, I apologise for the mess. We can go to the commanding officers tent if you would prefer?"

"Major Margaret Houlihan I presume?"

"Yes Sir."

"I'm General Min-Seo Sung, head of medicine for the Korean army. And I would prefer your tent. The Major I've just met seemed the sort who would like to listen in and I would rather this chat be between us." He was shaking her hand as he spoke, he caught the whiff of rose water perfume and suddenly he was remembering the last western woman he had slept with. It had been a long time ago but it was an unforgettable experience.
Breaking the handshake she held the door open. "Come in General, would you like a drink whilst we talk?"

"If you'll join me I'll be delighted to have a drink." He smiled as he hung up the borrowed hat, sat down and straightened his trousers.

He watched as she poured the drinks, admiring her tight arse as she turned from him and bent to put the whisky back in her bottom drawer. 'Did she do that just for him?' he wondered.

"Major, I understand you're in charge of the nurses in this unit?" He saw her nod then lift the drink to her ruby red lips. His loins stirred but he ignored it. "As I said, I'm head of the medical outfit for the Korean army and I have been granted by the United States to take a head nurse from their army to install as the chief matron for the Korean army."

Margaret could hardly believe what she was hearing. This man was offering her the chance to be in complete command of thousands of people. Immediately she would be a higher rank than her beloved father, just thinkingof all high command she would be meeting was making her ignore everything in front of her.

"Major? Major Houlihan?! Are you ok?"

Min had tapped her arm bringing her back to her senses.

"Oh I'm so sorry General... I would be delighted to accept your offer. My nurses here have the highest standards and we are often held as the model MASH unit in all Korea."

"If I'm brutally honest with you Major I've heard the same thing with the past head nurses I've seen and several of the matrons too." He paused to see her reactions but interrupted her as she tried to respond. "I don't mind telling you that Major Fitzpatrick of MASH 4065 is my leading contender at this time."

Major Ann Fitzpatrick was two years younger than Margaret, some said prettier and with the same qualifications there was a fierce rivalry there and it was no coincidence that Min had mentioned her. Hawkeye had said this name would spark Margaret's competitive nature.

"Please General tell me what I can do to get your recommendation. Whatever she did I guarantee I can do it better!" She hadn't stooped to Frank's levels of begging as she wasn't on her knees but her voice was urgent.

Min stood up and circled the tent, he had to take his eyes of her lips they were starting to enchant him. "She gave me a demonstration of her dedication to nursing. I pretended to be her patient and she did everything in her power to make me feel better."

He wondered briefly if he was sounding too obvious, he wanted her to initiate the first move. If he came on too strong then Margaret was clever enough to turn it around on him and he was well aware of the threat of blackmail.

"A patient? In that case can you give me a moment and I'll change into my nursing uniform." She smiled at him. Margaret had heard of rumours surrounding Ann Fitzpatrick'suse of her feminine wiles and she had the perfect thing to beat her.

Heading to the drawers she picked up another bottle of whisky and handed it to the General whilst beckoning him to sit down. Moving behind her dressing partition she looked at the naughty nurse's uniform she had spent time making. She had always thought to use it on Frank in another bid to get him to divorce his wife but she knew the General would appreciate it just as much.

Slipping off her uniform she briefly wondered whether to keep her underwear on. Smiling she undid her bra and then put on the uniform. It was a pure white dress with a red cross covering both breasts. Where most uniforms had a slight cut this one was cut down to underneath her breasts, whilst the sides pinched in pushing her chest together emphasising her cleavage.

Tying the belt around her she smiled at the finished look. The dress finished half way down her thighs and as she continued she debate whether to lose her panties, she had a brainwave. Picking up the black mesh stockings she had been drying she wiggled them on, and clipped them to her garter belt. She would give this General no choice but to pick her or give him a heart attack trying!

"General are you ready to be examined?" Her voice was now sultry as she stepped into the open.

Min's mouth dropped, the whisky in his mouth dribbled out as he took in the sight before him. Margaret had transformed herself from army babe to nurse slut and he loved it. For once his eyes were fixed more on her body than her lips, coughing to gain him some time, he looked at her.

"Ahem... um you do wear that nurse's uniform very well. Yes... very well indeed. Right, Nurse Houlihan, where do you want me?" The usually composed old man was stumbling over his words. Any thought of humiliating her was far from his mind.

"General for the purpose of this role play why don't you call me Nurse Hot Lips... and if you lie on my bed I'll get right to finding your pain."

Meanwhile outside the tent Hawkeye was lifting the flap and pushing a microphone underneath. His plan was to record it and play it to the camp. It was an old trick but still a good one. However as he got to his feet he was accosted by a breathless nurse.

"Hawkeye, Sir you're needed urgently by Major Burns in the OR." Nurse Mills whispered

Taking her shoulders Hawkeye pushed her back, aware that the inhabitants of the tent could potentially hear. "Calm down Mills, what's going on?"

"Sorry Sir, Frank says one of your patients has an internal bleed and I went to Trapper but he's passed out drunk. Please Hawkeye, Major Burns is in a state blaming everybody and threatened to have me court-martialled."

With a loud sigh Hawkeye started recording the events in the tent to be used at a later date and followed the sprinting nurse.

Oblivious to the drama outside Min was now on the bed watching as Margaret pulled out her nursing equipment. Leaning over him she did it in a way to deliberately give him a view down her tight dress.

Min was desperately trying to keep his hands to his side rather than grabbing and ravaging the sexy American nurse in front of him. It would have been so easy to rip the flimsy dress apart and reveal her naked glory but he resisted.

"Oh dear General you seem to be burning up. Let me see if I can find a cool cloth to put on your head." She stood, noticing with satisfaction the dazed look on his face. "Now where did I put my cloth...?"

Margaret was looking around her tent in mock concern. "Oh dear I can't seem to find it anywhere... what could I possibly use instead. I wonder... oh wait I've got the perfect thing."

She smiled at the transfixed General. He was watching her intently then started to splutter when he saw what she was going to do.

Lifting her dress she grabbed her panties and pulled them down before delicately stepping out of them. Turning away from him she bent over at the waist, feeling her skirt rise up to her buttocks she was giving the General an eyeful and picked up her panties.

"These are perfect and look they're already damp. Just the thing." She spun on her heel and placed her panties on his forehead. "There we are, so much better... oh dear they might need to be a bit wetter." And with that she pushed them into the old man's open mouth.

The slightly sour tangy taste was electric to his taste buds and he hungrily sucked on Margaret's panties.

"Very good, General. I think you seem very healthy to me. I hope you liked your little health check!" She pulled her panties from his mouth and stood back.

"Oh nurse Hot Lips, I'm afraid that's not where the pain is," Min said apologetically as he looked down at his groin where an obvious bulge was protruding.

"Um... you poor dear." She really didn't want to touch him. She thought a little show would be enough. Conjuring up an image of her rival she steeled herself. I'll wank him off and I'll get the job for sure.

"I see General. Please let me help with that. We need to relieve some pressure. We can't have you exploding!"

Min nodded approvingly as he watched the beautiful American woman'sfingers pull down his zip and her hand delved into his pants and gripped his cock through his underwear.

"Umm... yes I see now this does seem to be where your swelling is. Now, how to relieve it?" Margaret teased as her hand gripped then relaxed around his stiff tool.

Min could just groan in delight as her hand moved up and down. However the rough fabric of his underwear was numbing the pleasure. Rather than tell Margaret he unfastened his trousers and pushed them down along with his underwear.

"As head nurse I would have thought you would have done that. Let's hope it's the only misstep that you make today less I think you're incompetent!" Min hadn't thought to be so harsh but seeing the shame in the young nurse's eyes he knew he had stoked a fire.

Swallowing hard Margaret muttered an apology before she looked down at his hard prick. It wasn't the biggest she'd seen but it was thick and pulsating waiting for her touch. Knowing she needed to regain the initiative she spoke.

"As my patient, I'll tell you what should happen. Now let's have a look at what we've got here. Mmmm it does look like you've got an infection here, but luckily for you I had the antidote. A bit of warm saliva applied directly so you sit back and let me administer the treatment." She looked up at him and seeing the joy on his face she knew she had the response she wanted.

Keeping her eyes locked on his she gripped his shaft and leant over until her mouth was in line with his glistening head. Blowing softly, she felt it twitch. Sticking out her tongue she licked the tip immediately tasting pre cum.

"Mm yes that's right. Let Hot Lips take care of you, General!" With that her mouth plunged down taking his cock fully into her warm throat. Even with the whiskey still playing with her taste buds she couldn't help but gag at the strong taste of the elder man.

Min on the other hand was in heaven. Having a gorgeous woman sucking energetically on his old cock was amazing. Her warm tongue was swirling around his shaft as her mouth moved up and down sucking hard all the while. He knew he wasn't going to last long and he didn't try to hold himself back.

His hands gripped her fine blonde hair and pushed her head down until he was embedded inside her mouth. Hearing Margaret gag slightly and her hands trying to push him away from her, he started to buck his hips fucking her mouth rapidly.

"Ah yes, oh lord that's good. Keep going Margaret, oh god here it comes. Here it comes!" His voice failed him as he began to jerk on the bed.

Margaret would have had trouble staying with him if it wasn't for his iron grip on her head keeping her rooted to his prick. She had never swallowed before and she wasn't about to start now. Struggling harder, she only succeeded in making him cum.

Shot after shot filled her mouth, the warm globs of spunk were thick and plentiful. Unable to move his hands she was left with little option but to swallow.

She couldn't believe how much the old man had cum. The strong salty taste ran down her throat. With his prick finally wilting, his hands relaxed their grip allowing her to lift her head.

Making sure he saw she licked her lips and finished with blowing a kiss towards the satisfied General.

"That was certainly a very big sample General!" Her soft hand gripped his prick and gently stroked it. "And look here the infection seems to have totally gone!"

Standing up she poured another glass of whiskey for them both. Handing one to him she drunk hers in one and filled it again. Perching on the edge of the bed she looked at the General as he slowly regained the use of his body.

"That was something special. I feel much better thank you Nurse, but I'm a little bit worried that it might have spread to you. I know a little about medicine I could check you." He gave her a toothy grin as she momentarily looked repulsed then gathering her composure she smiled back.

She allowed him to pull her next to him on the bed. The single bunk didn't give her a lot of room and immediately she felt his bulk press against her.

"Mmmm Nurse Hot Lips I can already feel your fever we have to cool you down right away!" He had his hand on her forehead as he spoke then slowly he let it drop down to the slit of her dress. His touch was soft almost caring and Margaret with her eyes shut began to enjoy it.

With a deft touch her three buttons that kept the dress together were undone. Then she gasped as she felt his rough hand grip her soft breast, his fingers sought and found her nipple. Involuntary her hips rose and she pushed her chest harder into his grasp.

With her eyes shut she was getting lost in the sensations but she could feel his face getting close to her. The whisky was overpowering, turning her head from him she felt him kiss her neck before pulling away.

Seeing her turn, Min smirked. With his hand still on her nipple he pinched it hard. Immediately her head shot up, mouth open and looked at him. Min took advantage and kissed her hard forcing his tongue inside her mouth tangling with hers as he groaned with lust.

"General I can't wait anymore. Your powerful manliness is intoxicating... I have a request though. When you make me yours, can you wear your uniform jacket?" She smiled coyly at him. It was always a fantasy of hers to have a military man in full uniform take her.

Despite not really understanding her kink Min did what she asked, easing himself into the borrowed jacket he also put on his peaked cap. He was amazed that his cock was still hard though as he looked at the American beauty lying naked on the bed he would have been surprised if he wasn't.

As he got onto the bed she lifted her legs and spread them wide as if to welcome him to ravage her. Margaret had a devilish look in her eyes causing Min to chuckle. 'This American woman was insatiable,' he thought.

Climbing in-between her spread legs, he fell on top of her, kissing her face hungrily. His prick was sliding up and down along her pussy causing intense pleasure for Margaret each time it came into contact with her clit, rubbing it hard.

With a free hand she grabbed hard of his shaft and directed it towards her dripping wet pussy. She was incredibly turned on, having a powerful military man on top of her was an aphrodisiac, and with his manipulation of her pussy she was getting close to climax.

The tight warm tunnel welcomed his hard prick, massaging and flexing around it as he felt Margaret grind her hips against his. Continuing to kiss her she started to respond, kissing him back her legs wrapped around his him pulling him closer. She started to buck against him, the bed creaking loudly as Min began using her movements to fuck her.

The hand she used to guide his cock was now teasing and curling around her clit.

"Oh General you feel so good inside me. So big. So powerful. Fuck me General make me cum!" Margaret moaned in his ear causing Min to thrust into her faster.

"General, oh my General... yes I'm there... oh fuck!" Her hips were bucking wildly underneath him as she climaxed. Her words turned into guttural grunts as she clawed at his jacket in passion.

It was all Min could do to stay on top his cock bathed in the warmth of her spasming pussy. He kissed her neck and blushing face as she began to calm down.

"Oh General... that was amazing. I've never cum so hard!" Margaret said once she managed to get her face free if him. "Am I good enough to get the job? To beat Major Fitzgerald "

"Well you've definitely made it to the final two. You need to go above and beyond what Fitzgerald did though. Are you ready to do that?" Min asked, he had fallen to the side of her his prick still hard had escaped her incredibly tightness and now he wanted to see how far he could go.

"I'm willing to do whatever it takes to get the job General!"

Nodding in approval he pushed a finger into her mouth. He watched as she sucked it and willingly took another finger when he offered it. Smiling he pulled the wet fingers free and quickly moved them to her pussy. The fine blonde hair accentuated her light pink lips and they looked good enough to eat.

Pushing his finger inside her hot tunnel he saw Margaret gasp. Quickly he began to thrust in and out before pushing his second finger alongside.

"Oh General, your fingers feel so good inside me. I've never had a check-up make me feel so good!" She moaned as she started to get lost in the sensation her pussy moistening under his eager manipulation.

Picking up his full whisky glass he took a sip before removing his fingers from her. Sucking them clean he savoured the taste. It had been too long since he had a young woman's pussy juice. Ignoring her questioning glance he got her to turn onto her front and got her to lift her hips from the bed.

Margaret had never felt so exposed. Even with all the sergeants, captains, majors and Generals she had slept with it was rare she did anything different than missionary and that difference was her riding cowgirl.

With the whisky still in his hand he poured it over her exposed arsehole. Quickly before it all ran away his tongue capturing some of the spilt whisky and slurped around her arsehole.

Margaret's head shot up. She couldn't believe someone was doing something so obscene but knowing he was in charge, she meekly accepted his invading tongue and she had to admit it actually felt nice. Definitely weird she thought and filthy, but she couldn't deny there was a part of her that liked it.

Knowing that it was unlikely someone would have done something so lewd with her Min smiled inwardly. She was going to experience some more new things by the time he was finished with her.

With his finger still wet from her pussy he spat on her arsehole and pushed his finger past her tight muscle into warm hole.

"No, no please don't do that General." Margaret looked behind to see General Min holding her gaze as he forced his finger deeper inside. With another splash of whisky he began to lick around his finger and her arsehole, relaxing her for a second finger to be pushed alongside the first.

"Oh, oh my. Your fingers feel massive General!" She began breathing heavily trying to get used to the invasion. One hand tightened on her sheets. With a free hand, she moved it to her clit rubbing in circles causing her to moan with pleasure.

"You are a good nurse Margaret." He kissed her arse cheeks as his two fingers twisted inside her arse. Bending his neck he wormed his tongue so he could reach her hot pussy licking the wet lips as the Major continued to moan.

He could smell her arousal and it was intoxicating. He wanted more. With his fingers now pumping a rhythm inside her arse loosening it his tongue continued to tease and pull on her cunt.

"Now you're ready." Min said as he got to his knees holding his throbbing cock in his hand. Pulling his fingers free from her arse he poured the rest of the whisky on her arse before pointing his prick to his target.

"Oh General you know just how to treat your nurses right. I'm really looking forward to working underneath you." She said in her most playful voice, teasing him but still unsure what he was planning to do next. She didn't have to wait long.

Min looked down at the bent over nurse. Smiling, he pushed forward feeling his thick shaft invade her relaxed arsehole. He ignored her protests. Throwing his cap onto her head, he put his hand on her lower back keeping her still. With the tip of his cock inside her snug hole he could now grip her hips properly and force the rest of his shaft inside.

"Margaret, show me how much you want this promotion."

"Oh General I really want to work for you, your cock is the perfect size for my little arsehole. You can use your head nurse whenever you want!"

Looking down at the submissive American nurse Min smiled, everything was going perfectly.

Pulling out his cock he saw the tight muscle grip around his shaft desperately trying to keep him inside.
"Relax my dear," he said as he massaged her firm bum.

Margaret was taking deep breaths. Her arse felt stuffed but with each breath she was finding herself beginning to enjoy the feeling. She did her best to allow herself to relax.

Pushing back into her tight hole, he could feel the tight grip ease slightly. Pouring some more whisky on his exposed length aided his descent into her arse.

Feeling stronger than he could ever remember, Min, with his hands tightly holding her hips, began to fuck Hot Lips. Right up her tight American asshole.

"Oh General, oh you're so big General... oh Christ!" She panted as Min thrust in and out of her tight hole. Getting used to his length, Margaret was starting to enjoy being used. Her hand was rubbing her clit, igniting the warmth she had there when he had fucked her pussy. This was a different type of feeling. Alien to her, but stronger.

The older man still couldn't quite believe his luck. He was fucking a gorgeous American soldier in the arse and not only that she was meeting his thrusts, moaning as she did.

With the muscles in his body straining he was now pounding her tight hole. The feeling of the warmth and flexing muscle was incredible. He knew he wouldn't last much longer.

He reached down to grip her blonde hair, tugging it back. She arched her back in response. "Oh General yes, make me your private nurse... dominate me!"

With a hand now free he used it to spank her hard. Margaret yelped underneath him, her pale white skin turning a deeper shade of red each time his hand came down.

"Urgh I'm going to cum soon. So tight." Min growled his hand spanking her harder with each thrust.

"Oh that's its General, fill me up. Make me yours... fill me with three star cum!"

With a strangled howl Min collapsed on top of the nurse flattening her to the bed, his dick buried inside her arse.

They stayed like that, Margaret feeling his softening cock continue to leak cum which in turn trickled from her arsehole wetting the sheets beneath them.

It was only when Margaret started to squeak in protest at his bulk and rocked her hips that Min finally had the power to roll off her.

"Can you get me another drink Margaret?"

"Of course General." She jumped to her feet giving Min another chance to admire her perfect body as she filled up his glass once again. Handing it to him she sat down next to him.

Moving so he was sitting behind her Min took the opportunity to play with her breasts and kiss her neck.

If almost felt like identical to how her and Frank spent most evenings. "General I know you can't announce that I've got the job, but can you give me a hint?" she asked coyly murmuring contently as she felt her nipple being pinched.

"Margaret you are the only nurse I'll ever want... you've made me very happy!"

"Oh that's all I wanted General, I will make you so..." Her words were cut off by the siren going off alerting the camp to helicopters loaded with casualties coming in.

"I'm so sorry General, I have to go now but if you stay here and make yourself at home then I'll come back as soon as possible." She smiled at him, speaking as she picked up her uniform and slipped it on ignoring the cum that continued to trail down her leg.

"Don't worry Major Houlihan. I have to be going now but you haven't heard the last of me! I'll never be able to forget you," he said continuing to watch her get dressed.

When she left he slowly got to his feet. Finding the recording, he packed it into a suitcase then left the tent and beckoned his son over.

"Did you have a good time Dad?"

"You know what son I think I can die happy now!"

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Thanks to Edward Elder for the help in editing the story.

And to shooterguy99 for pointing out that I have promoted Henry Blake to General when he was only ever a Colonel... Rookie error
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