John finds willing women from Korea to Tennessee and turns a young Italian beauty into a sex goddess.
When the MP School was moved to Ft. McClellan, Alabama, I was transferred to the CID Office at Camp Humphries, Korea. I soon learned that the only way I was going to be getting any sex was with a prostitute, but I really didn't want to deal with prostitutes.
We worked a lot of Black Market cases involving soldiers trading products from the PX for sex, especially liquor, cigarettes and coffee. We would arrest the soldiers and our counterparts in the Korean CID would deal with the prostitutes. During our joint investigations, I discovered that the prostitutes worked for a Madam named Kim.
I met Kim and struck up a conversation with her. I learned that she spoke excellent English due to the fact she had married an American when she was very young and had lived in Texas for several years. She eventually divorced and moved back to Korea. I was surprised to learn she was 39 because she looked like 25. The more I got to know her the more I liked her. I told her that she was in danger of being arrested for criminal conspiracy. She countered that she hadn't done anything wrong. I explained that all of the girls who had been arrested for black marketing had been linked to her. Since she was known to be the head of the prostitution ring, it wouldn't be hard to make a case against her for being the head of the black marketing ring as well.
Kim invited me to her apartment which would have been considered luxurious for Korea at the time. She told me to make myself comfortable while she went to the bathroom. When she came back to the living room, she had washed off all of the heavy makeup she had been wearing and she had changed into what I guess you would call 'lounging pajamas'. They were made of silk and they accentuated her figure, especially her rather large breasts. She asked how we could resolve her potential legal problem. She offered me exclusive services to her 'best' girl, or girls, if that's what I wanted. I told her I wasn't interested in one of her prostitutes. She asked what I would be interested in, so I said, "How about you?"
She laughed and said she wasn't available because she wasn't a prostitute and she was too old. I told her I thought she looked great and I found her very desirable. I was eventually able to convince her to take me to her bedroom where she removed the pajamas. As I had already guessed, she wasn't wearing anything underneath. I quickly shed my clothes and crawled into bed with her. I got between her legs and leaned down to start feasting on her tits by licking and sucking on first one nipple and then the other. She responded by moaning, "Ohh, no one has sucked my tits in a long time. Feels good."
I pressed my cock against her pussy lips. I could feel moisture against the head, so I plunged in about half-way. I was surprised at how tight she was. As I started moving in and out, I could feel her becoming lubricated and she would make a little gasp every time I would push in. I started thrusting in and out with deep strokes and soon she climaxed. It wasn't long before I heard something like a deep growl escape my lips as I came deep inside her. After a few minutes she said, "I haven't been fucked like that in years!"
I arranged to come spend an afternoon with her once a week. She occasionally asked for coffee and whiskey from the PX. I told her I would buy it, but it was just for our consumption. I told her if I came over and the coffee and whiskey were gone, I would never buy anything else. She complied with my wishes and in return, my sexual needs were satisfied.
A few months after I arrived in Korea, and just as I was getting comfortable in my new job, I was told I was being transferred to a nuclear missile base located about sixty miles away in the middle of nowhere. Apparently, they had failed two inspections, morale was low, the commanding officer had been relieved of duty for incompetence, and five out of the ten sentry dog handlers had been arrested for smoking pot. I bitched and moaned because I didn't want anything to do with that assignment. My commanding officer said an MP Staff Sergeant had been in charge of the MP security force, but apparently, he couldn't handle it. It had been decided that since I was an MP Warrant Officer, I would take charge of security and prepare them for their next inspection. There was a Signal Corps Staff Sergeant who made a daily run between Camp Humphries and the missile site to pick up mail and transport classified information. He picked me up and gave me a ride to the site.
I was appalled by what I found. The MPs were sloppy, had a bad attitude, and none of them wanted to be there. I had a meeting with them and explained that they would either carry out their assigned duties or I would have them court-martialed for dereliction of duty. I told them I would inspect them every day and I wanted them in starched fatigues and spit-shined boots. I got my hands on some helmet liners and took them to town where a Korean guy spray painted them a shiney black, put a big white MP on the front, and the unit seal on the sides. I found that after they started looking good, they actually started taking pride in their assignment. I met with the dog handlers and had them teach me everything there was to know about sentry dogs. They were working double duty because half of the handlers had been arrested and taken to the stockade, so I made an emergency request for more dog handlers. I also discovered all of the security problems as listed on the last inspection and had them corrected, sometimes paying for materials out of my own pocket. But, it paid off, because we passed the next inspection.
As much as I hated going there, I ended up liking certain aspects. For instance, there was a Korean security unit assigned to the administration area. The Korean First Sergeant had his soldiers practice Tae-Kwon-Do every morning and he let me participate, since I was already very close to meeting the requirements for my Black Belt. The First Sergeant was a certified instructor, and before I left Korea, he took me to Seoul to the Kukikwon, the World Taekwondo Headquarters, where I passed my certification tests and was awarded my Black Belt.
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In 1974, I was transferred to Fort Campbell, Kentucky, and once again assigned to a CID unit. It was a normal office where we worked a variety of cases, but it seems that we had an unusually high amount of drug cases. I noticed that the MPs would make a drug bust, lock up the soldier, and put the drugs in the evidence locker. End of Case. I went over to the MP unit and talked to some of the guys. I asked, "Did you ask this guy where he got the drugs?" The answer was always no. I explained to them that they should take the guy back to the MP Station, read him his rights, and if he was willing to talk, ask him where he got the drugs. That way we could identify the dealers who were supplying the drugs. Then we could make a bigger bust down the road. Pretty soon, we had developed a suspect. Most of the people the MPs busted named the same guy. I set up a controlled buy with the dealer, who turned out to be an Infantry Staff Sergeant, and we busted him. A search of his house resulted in the confiscation of a large quantity of marijuana and cash.
