"Personal Escort" with Yvonne Strahovski

**Harbinger** · 01-14-2024, 09:00 AM

Personal Escort
With Yvonne Strahovski
By Harbinger
Tags: M/F, interracial, blowjob, oral, rough fuck, standing fuck, rimming, creampie
Disclaimer: This story is completely fiction and for entertainment only.

"Echo 2-1, this is Planet. Are you in place for pickup?"

"Planet, this is Echo 2-1 and we're ready to receive," I said into my radio, our Hum-vee idling outside of the Ukrainian airport to transport a civilian to the nearby army base. It was some kind of "Stop the War in Ukraine" business, or a morale mission. We didn't have details because we were just point B.

Two U.S. soldiers came out with a tall blonde woman, all legs and sexy as shit. She looked edible in biker boots, high waist jeans and a white tanktop.

They opened the door and she effortlessly stepped inside and sat down. The soldiers closed the door and slapped the roof, telling us to get wheels rolling.

As the driver took off, the woman strapped in and pushed her hair back over her ears and smiled warmly. "Good afternoon, sir," she said happily.

"I'm just a sergeant, ma'am, no sir is necessary," I said flatly but nodded respectfully. She was gorgeous, but I had no idea who she was, and I'd never see her again after this half hour drive.

"My name's Yvonne," she introduced herself with an outstretched hand.

"John Felix," I said, taking her much smaller, paler hand in mine. "Pleasure," I said, releasing it and leaning back, my M4 resting against my chest. "That's Corporal Tanner up there." Tanner waved but kept his eyes on the narrow road.

"You're not very talkative, are you?" Yvonne asked, an Australian slight accent pushing through, but sounded like it was fading.

"We're soldiers, ma'am, pretty boring folk," I said nodding, looking out the window. "If there's anything you want to know about the area, that's about all I got."

She looked out the window, fiddling with her hands. "This part of the country isn't the safest, is it?"

"No ma'am," I confirmed, shaking my head and keeping my head on a swivel, my sunglasses designed to cut out all kinds of glares and brightness. "Another reason I'm not so talkative."

"I'm sorry," Yvonne said apologetically, looking out her window. "I'll let you do your job."

"Echo 2-1, this is Planet. There's small arms fire ahead so we're redirecting your route. Proceed slowly and wait for updated route."

"Planet, this is Echo 2-1. Holding position until advised," I confirmed. It was a very short period of time before we heard the fire coming closer, and the sound of mortars. "Planet, this is Echo 2-1. Area is getting hot, keep track on our location. We're moving," I said and tapped the roof, the corporal up front having overheard.

"Is everything okay?" Yvonne asked, worry clearly on her face. "The U.S. isn't at war with Russia yet. They wouldn't fire on a U.S. vehicle, would they?"

"Ma'am, we're here as military advisors. We shouldn't be in a war zone. We're open game out here," I explained.

"Fuck," Yvonne whispered under her breath as small arms fire became clear over the sound of the engine.

As we drove, it seemed to be all around us. "Corporal, we need to get out of here now!" I urged as we got visual of Ukrainian fighters in the street and in buildings. Some of them clearly had U.S. provided arms.

We didn't get far before we could make out live fire, and shouts. Muzzle flashes were visible from windows, by cars, and behind house retaining walls. This area had already seen a fair amount of house to house urban combat.

Three blocks down, our vehicle and the one behind us started taking fire, but these transports were meant for it.

"Echo 2-1, this is Planet. You need to turn around immediately. Surveillance shows you're heading into the thick of it and it's going to get worse! Return passenger to airport!"

"Planet, Echo 2-1 reads you, turning around!" I said back over the sound of bullets hitting our windows and the tough shell around us.

"Oh fuck," Yvonne said, nervous and anxious, but surprisingly still there. "You can get us out of here, right?"

"I hope so," I said, but I wasn't going to lie to her. Our three vehicle convoy had to find a spot to turn around, which itself was proving a challenge in this packed tight residential zone.

Soon, we became part of the environment, Ukrainians using us as moving cover as they fell back. We had to use the horn to keep them out of our way and away from the tires so we could keep moving, but they stopped listening as the fire got more intense.

Seeing we were bogged but we had a civilian, we broke code and I got out of the vehicle.

"Stay in here and do not fucking move unless I say so. Corporal, keep us moving as much as you can," I ordered as I took off my glasses and uncapped my M4 from my chest.

Leaving my door open, I climbed up and kept my feet on the floor of the vehicle so I could keep my body covered and fire over the roof. The rest of my convoy deployed as well, giving us an extra 8 guns total to try to level this out, and hopefully rally the Ukranians in our area.

We were able to keep a slow roll as we established fire superiority and managed to reach a convenient store parking lot, a place to U-turn.

"Roof! Roof roof roof!" one of my guys pointed. "Anti-tank, 7 o'clock!" I laid down fire and my boys scattered towards the store as a projectile ripped through the air and pierced the hood of my tail vehicle, sending it up in red and orange flame with black, oily smoke.

"Yvonne, get out of the car and into that store, now!" I shouted as I laid fire, my corporal getting out and assisting her. Half my team formed a wall around her and the others blanketed fire until we could get whoever she was inside. "Who the fuck are you?" I shouted at her once we were inside and the doors were locked. Not a minute later, the Jeep we were in looked just like the first they hit.

"I'm Yvonne Strahovski, I'm just an actress!" she pleaded like she was being interrogated, deserved fear in her eyes. "How do they know I'm here? Why do they want me so badly?"

"I don't fucking know, but they definitely seem to be after you," I chuckled and looked to my team, all of us still accounted for so far.

"I need a pair on the roof, I need two down here to hold the floor, and two in the docking bay. Corporal, check the perimeter and see if there's a fire exit or employee entrance we need to block off. I'll stick with the civ."

Being the professionals my boys were, they took off with no second guesses or complaints. We didn't have time for that. The Russians were baring down hard and the Ukrainians wouldn't hold for long. A few of them had made it in with us before we locked the doors, and had talked amongst themselves on how best to supplement us.

"Christ, I hope this doesn't end up like the Alamo," Yvonne said as I grabbed her hand and led her through the store in a hunt to find the manager's office. I was happy to see it had a door with metal cover and a single window which would be easy enough to fire from or board up, depending on how this went.

"If this could he like Black Hawk Down, that'd be great. A few of those boys got out alive," I said.

It wasn't a full two minutes since we split up that I heard firing from above us, and knew that our location had indeed become a new attack point. Then shots out on the flanks, the front of the store. They were pushing on us, or at least trying a sieging fire. My boys were Delta, and this wasn't our first rodeo.

"Planet, this is Echo 2-1. Civilian is secured but we are pinned down! We need immediate assistance. We are pinned down and corralled in a convenience store. Track our position and get us out!" I almost cried into the radio. As far as I could tell, my gun was the only one silent.

"Echo 2-1, this is Planet. Have you engaged?"

"Yes, we have engaged. We had no choice. Anti-tank has taken out our vehicles. We are stranded and casualties and possibly abduction is imminent!" I shouted, losing my cool as I saw one of our Ukrainian allies get shot down.

A knock on the door. I opened it to see my corporal, a steady but grave face in place. "Sarge, you gotta take the girl and get out of here. There's one entrance in the back with a clear road out that hasn't been detected by hostiles. Get out now before we're overrun and she's killed or worse."

"Or worse?" Yvonne asked, and I just looked at her, confirming what I'm sure she knew.

"I can't abandon my squad," I said defiantly, shaking my head.

"You got to, Sarge. Getting her to Planet is the goal.

"Echo 2-1, this is Planet. The area is indeed hot with more hostiles inbound. We cannot risk large scale entanglement to extract. You're trained for this. You need to get her out at all costs!"

"You heard them, Sarge. Get her out of here," the corporal said, offering his hand.

I begrudgingly took it and shook it hard, wrapping him in a hug. He had been with me since boot, and we had become so damn close. "Give them absolute hell, soldier. Buy us five minutes, and if you're still alive, get the hell out. She's the only reason this is our fight."

"Yes Sarge," he agreed, and cleared the doorway, showing us where the escape door was.

Like Paris stealing Helen from Troy, we snuck out the back of the store and stayed low, moving from building to building in a zig-zag until the fire behind us was distant.

"Do you think he'll make it out?" Yvonne asked, tight on my heels as we turned towards Planet now, ready to head home. We were a good six hours out by foot.

"If anyone can, it's them. It's not a death or glory mission," I explained as we ducked into a one story house. It was decent, fairly upper worker class looking and cozy. "I do not want to be on the streets after dark. Hopefully tomorrow we can get transport to base, where you're supposed to be."

"Are we sure no one lives here?" My charge said, looking around, helping me draw all the windows closed.

"Not at all. If I had to guess, I'd say this block has been evacuated." With all of the curtains closed, and the majority of them being quite thick, almost black out, I guessed this was an airBnBB. I turned a lamp on and smiled.

"The power isn't shut off. That's a blessing," Yvonne said. She tried the faucet, and after only three seconds she pulled her hand away. "Wicked hot water, too," she smiled. "What I wouldn't give for a bath or shower right now," she pined.

"None for me, but I guess you can give it a shot. Don't be pissed if you're naked ass has to haul out of here in a hurry, dripping wet," I chuckled.

"That'd be a memory you'd hold onto, wouldn't it?" she smirked.

"Ma'am, please let me stay professional," I laughed, but didn't back down from holding onto her gorgeous blue and gunmetal eyes.

"That's not a no," she teased and looked through the cupboards. "I am famished," she lamented. "I've had them before, and I don't fashion army rations."

"When have you tried army rations?" I asked with a tweaked eyebrow.

"When I was in training camp for the Tomorrow War she said as she looked through the fridge.

"The time travel alien flick with Chris Pratt? I swe that at base one night." My eyes lit up in realization. "Oh shit, you're Muri, the doctor!"

"Guilty," she laughed with a nervous smile on her lips. "I know how to use a gun, but I'm no professional, and I'd rather not."

"I'd rather you not, either. Killing won't ruin your world, but it'll sure as hell change it," I said.

She froze for a moment, and then kept digging. "I don't read Ukrainian. I don't know what any of these labels say. I'm going to have to go off pictures."

"Like you said, any of it will beat grunt food," I said as I sat in the living nearby, but kept my rifle next to the chair. I scanned around the house and saw that the front door was connected to a security alarm system, but it was deactivated.

"Yvonne, is there anything on the fridge?" I asked from where I was, but took care not to raise my voice too loudly.

"Uh, a takeout guide, what looks like a taxi cab advert, a slip of just five numbers…."

"Read those off to me, please."

"3-9-8-0-2," she read and I punched in as she gave me. I saw a green light flash and then a little console next to me lit up.

"There we go!" I said happily, almost forgetting my volume.

"What'd you do?" she asked, standing in the doorway and leaning her hip against it. I couldn't help but to drink her in for a moment and luck my lips. She must have noticed, because I saw the tiniest tug on the corner of her lips.

"I think this is an airb&b. They must have evacuated in a hurry and forgot to set up the security. I've got it online and I can see every approach to the house," I grinned.

"That's fabulous!" Yvonne grinned. "I genuinely do feel much safer. You're presence absolutely helps. Having a Hulk with my weight in ordinance helps too," she laughed.

I laughed back. "I think we're far enough from the main strip that we won't be molested here. Especially if we keep noise and light to a minimum. This place being made for privacy also makes me think airb&b."

"Well, I'll make note of the address and I'll make sure our stay is generously paid for," she said.

"Well you might as well enjoy that shower then, Colonel," I joked, still thinking about her in that uniform.

Yvonne laughed and even blushed a little. "No shower for you though, eh?"

"Afraid not. I can't let my guard down. Wouldn't get undressed for 10 minutes," I said shaking my head.

"Well, I'll make sure not to rub it in after I'm done then."

With the house properly watched by a modern security system, I took a gamble and relaxed, going as far as to take off my helmet and body armor, but not going any further. I needed to be ready to go in a flash, but putting my feet up for a bit didn't seem like a big ask.

After about 15, maybe 20 minutes, a lamp on the far edge of the living room kicked on, and I immediately poised myself to jump up. What I saw wasn't a hostile, but Yvonne Strahovski standing there in just a towel, her hair still damp and tousled.

"Sergeant, I was thinking of a way to thank you for saving my life," she said, slowly stepping into the room but with a model's walk. "And I thought this might be a good way to do it," she said, dropping the towel, revealing her stark naked body with proud pink nipples and completely smooth white pussy.

"Shit," I exhaled. "Ms. Strahovski," I said, trying to stand up, but she held up a hand.

"Sit back down, soldier," she ordered and I did as requested. "You've put your body on the line for me, and now I intend to repay it with you having mine," she said with a smile, slowly descending to her knees, and then crawling the rest of the way to me, her tits dangling tantalizingly.

"This isn't the usual thanks I get for my service," I chuckled dryly.

"Maybe it should be," she smiled as she ran her hands up my pants legs, rising with them like an exotic dancer. She smoothed them across my thighs and up between my legs. "I'd really appreciate it if you'd let me appreciate you, Sergeant," she purred, her eyes watching me as she unfastened my belt.

"Yvonne, I told you; you are sexy as FUCK but this uniform has to stay on," I said, fighting my own willpower.

"It will," she confirmed as she undid the snap and the zipper.

"Have you ever been with a Black man before, Ms. Strahovski?" I asked as she reached into my pants and gasped. "Some of us are as big as they say."

"Holy shit," she murmured as she fully fished out my python. "You're what, two-two and a half inches bigger than my husband?"

"You're married, hell no!" I tried to pull my cock from her hands but she wouldn't let go.

"That's my problem, not yours, Sergeant. I think given the circumstances, he'd understand. My mouth is a small price to pay for my life," she said and peeled back my dark foreskin to kiss my purpling head. "God you're beautiful," she marveled at the difference in color from her hand to my cock.

I leaned forward and ran my hand into her damp hair, feeling the golden strands. "Your husband is a lucky man, Yvonne," I praised her back as her eyes watched her hand go up and down my long dark shaft. I leaned back. "Take your time, baby, we've got all night."

"Oh, I plan to, Sergeant Felix. I can't explore your entire body, so I'll have to make due with pleasuring this as much as I can," she said before licking it from the top of my nuts to my dick slit. "You taste like a real man," she moaned as she kissed my tip and pressed it to her cheek, still stroking me. "You smell like a whole lot of man, and I want to treat you like one."

I groaned as she slid her lips around my long cock like she was eating corn on the cob. "That's all for you, baby," I said as I sifted my fingers through her hair with both hands now.

She smiled at me as her wet tongue did laps around my crown and tickled that tiny membrane at the base of my slit. "Damn, girl," I moaned again as she placed wet, open mouth smooches at the top of my tip. "You're a fucking tease," I chuckled deeply, and she winked. "Go ahead, darling, suck that big Black dick," I encouraged, moving her hair out of her face so I could properly see those cheekbones and jawline.

She looked good as hell, spitting on my massive dick and working it around, taking me in and back out over and over, teasing me with how good that hot wetness felt. This girl was taking her time and playing me, and I was okay watching. She was experienced enough to know she couldn't fit all of me into her throat, but I loved watching her standing up and bending to try to accommodate more of me.

She grabbed my thighs and almost violently reemed her throat on me, gagging and choking, letting all kinds of spit and dribble run down my cock.

Yvonne admitted she needed breathe and came off me, heaving for breath, her round chest rising and falling beautifully as she continued to vigorously stroke me. I leaned forward and grabbed her chest, manhandled her feminine mounds and roughly pulling those nipples. Making them, hard and rosey.

With relative ease, I picked up the tall and lean actress and planted her on my lap so I could suck her tits and bite those hot big nips while I slapped her ass cheeks and pulled them apart, making her moan seductively, her hands pulling on my tight, close cropped curls.

"Oh my God," she whined, arching her back and sticking her plentiful chest right into my face, egging me on as I feverishly licked at her nipples. "That feels so fucking good," Sergeant!" she gasped, throwing her head back, placing one hand on my shoulder for balance and the other to reach between us to stroke my cock again.

"C'mon, I gotta taste that good white pussy," I growled, easily standing up with her clinging to my body, still never letting her chest from my mouth.

I planted her on the back of the plush couch and dug my knees into it, spitting on her shaved pussy and shoving my face and nose right in there, making her cry out.

"Shut up, bitch!" If those fucking Russians hear you they'll kill me and run train on your white ass!" I warned her.

"Sorry, Sergeant. I… fuck… I just want… urhuh… your cock," she moaned as I went back to slurping at her and grazing her reddened clit with my teeth. She threw her own pins over my shoulders and ground her mound into my mouth as I tongue fucked her and flicked the shit out of her little red bean.

"You gonna cum in my mouth, bitch? You wanna cum all over this lowly soldier's face, huh? You'd your husband feel knowing you shacking up with a Black unlisted man, huh?" I questioned as I spit on her cunt and fingered her, spamming her clit my thumb.

"Oh my fucking God!" She moaned, biting her lip and pressing against the wall as I saw her core tighten and felt her pussy clench around my.

"That's it, cum on these fingers you bitch, come on! Be a little slut for me, you know you wanna."

"Gaaaahhh!" she convulsed and pulled my face between her legs further, gritting her teeth. "I'm cumming for you, Sergeant, all for you! Just for you!" she groaned. "Lick it up, Sergeant. Clean out this dirty pussy!" she demanded in that sexy Australian accent as she refused to stop thrusting until she was good and clean, until she was sure my oscillating, roving big tongue had gotten everything.

"Enough playing. It's about time you get this BBC you're after," I said, picking her shaking body up into my arms.

"Yes Sergeant," she said before hungrily sticking her tongue in my mouth, harvesting her own delicious taste.

I pulled away from her, breaking the kiss and tossed her on the couch like she was nothing. Simply manhandled her, I flipped her over and pulled her lugs so her waist was on the armrest, her ass perfectly pointed into the air, her torso on the couch.

Yvonne braced on her forearms and yelped as I spread her cheeks, spit on that cute brown asshole and dove in with my tongue, licking all over that cute little hole I bet her husband was too proud to eat.

"Oh my God Oh my god oh my God!" she chanted, her forehead pressed into the sofa as I pressed my hardened tongue point into the sphincter, worming my way in. She gasped and shrieked as I got past, truly tasting her inside. "Jesus Christ! I've…. Just shit!" she shouted at a loss for words as I groped and spanked her lily white ass around my face until I decided it was truly time for the main course.

I spit on one hand and rubbed it around my cock as I kept rapidly spanking her with the other to hide my actions as I lined up.

I speared into her and she bit the couch as I filled her all the way in one got and I was sure her eyes were ready to pop. I gave her three long, deep strokes before I put my hands on her waist, my thumbs digging into her smaller back as I started to hump her like a heated dog.

"You're my bitch now, you know that, right?" I asked, and spit on the divide at the top of her ass, letting it run down into the valley and to her slightly widened hole.

"Yes Sergeant, I'm your bitch. I'm your willing bitch, to take your big cock whenever you want!" Yvonne easily gave in, her fingers digging into the soft cushion as I fucked her hard and fast, occasionally slapping that tight ass of hers. "Whatever you want, just keep fucking me, please!" she cried out desperate for a good cock like mine.

"You want a big old load, baby? You want this cum in that tight white cunt of yours? You want to paint the inside of you're pretty pink pussy?" I asked, shit talking the while time while giving her a shot.

"Yes, Sergeant! Fill me up and give me it all! I want to feel it, thank you, and let you mark me as your bitch!"

"Goddamn, woman!" I chuckled and reached under her, scooping her up off the couch.

She wrapped her arms around me and I walked over to the wall, pressing her against it and fondling her tits as I bit her neck.

"Oh my God you're so long! Yes! So good! Fuck! Uhhh! Me! I'm gonna, I'm gonna… urghuh!" she cried again and her legs threatened to give out.

I looked her arms behind her and picked her up, bringing her up and down on my huge dick, filling her up fully and knocking the wind out of her with each thrust, her long legs wrapped around my wide from as I fucked all hell into her.

"Last chance, Yvonne baby," I warned her as I erratically bucked up into her.

"Give it to me! Please!" she pleaded and I did, lurching up further and grunting into her ear like a bear as I exploded into her, my seven flying into her married pussy. I kept pumping until I was sure I was done.

With a swivel of my hips and a bend of my knees, I worked my cock out of her gripping tunnel and still held her, listened to her gasp and moan as she felt the emptiness. We both looked down at the floor and watched my white cream drip out of her and onto the soft carpet.

"Oh… my fucking god," Yvonne struggled to breathe, and I carefully put her on the couch, all roughness hidden away and replaced with care.

"You okay, honey?" I asked, tucking myself back into my uniform.

"That was the hottest fuck of my entire life," she laughed, running her hands through her hair, not caring that I was eating up her perfectly naked, sweat coated body. "I have never been manhandled and thrown around like that. My God are you strong."

I just laughed and sat next to her. "I told you some of us are as big as they say. I've never had a woman who could handle me like that."

"God, this better not be the last time," she laughed and folded herself over, resting her head on my lap. "I've had one hit, and that's all it took."

"We gotta get you out of here at first light, Ms. Yvonne, then we can talk future."

**HoneyB** · 01-15-2024, 08:50 PM

These war-scenario stories you have shared lately have been bangers mate. I enjoyed every bit of it and Corporal Tanner gave me chuckle. Thanks again for sharing another story with us.