My Driver and My NCOs, Part 2
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The Humvee crept up a steep ridge along a rough and poorly maintained road. Kristin had regained her breath and her composure after I finger fucked her. She was focused on getting us up the road, and I was focused still on my cock. It was hard and leaking precum after the excitement of fingering and choking her. I had dug through my bag to find the magazines the Master Gunner had handed me at the Bradley range. The ridiculous titles and obscene cover photos were as gonzo as they could be but the photo spreads inside still did the trick. My cock was aching.
Finally up on the ridgeline that would take us to ACA #3 the road was smooth enough again for us Kristin and me to talk. I had found a photoshoot in one of the porn mags showing a girl getting gangbanged by guys dressed like cops. She was handcuffed and on her knees sucking off the officers, and then bent over and Eiffel-towered, then a big hard cock in her ass and her pussy the entire time. The last shots in the spread were the men's loads covering her face and her tits while she licked her lips and looked straight at the camera. I folded the magazine back and tossed it to Kristin: "Check her out, looks like fun, huh?" I asked. She held it up and between glancing at the pictures and at the road she turned through the pages.
"That's fucking hot...lucky slut" She announced. "Can I pretty please get handcuffed and fucked by a bunch of guys in uniform?'
I smiled and knew she was getting hooked.
"I just wanna be a slut, sir" Kristin added.
I dug through the rest of my bag, and besides a change of uniform, an MRE, a knife and a book I didn't have much...except.."voila" I thought, pulling an extra riggers belt and 550 cord from a separate pouch. I discreetly measured the cord. It was green and amazingly durable but still relatively soft...especially if its looped around a girl's wrists several times.
I set it casually set it aside next to our radio mount and finally we dropped down another ridge to begin a final ascent to ACA #3. Far in the distance, if you knew where to look you could find it, and it offered all the privacy in the world.
"At ACA #3, nobody can hear you scream" I joked to Kristin.
"..can they hear you moan?" She replied. Did she know what I had in store for her... the NCOs that were sitting there for a few days?
The NCOs, Diaz, Strauss, and Jones could see our approach as soon as we crested the last ridge and they lazily stood as the Humvee pulled near. They had set up a GP medium frame tent with a cot each and a small folding table with an ancient dirty coffee maker on it. Outside of that they draped camo netting for shade at the front with some bench seats from a large rental van to serve as couches. Other than that, a small concrete cube of a building surrounded by chainlink and a Humvee parked to the side, nothing existed at ACA #3. After being there for a while, the NCO's would be bored, and coupled with the alpha male mentality and sleep deprivation, they'd be horny as any man could be. It was perfect.
Kristin, or as the NCO's saw her, Specialist Smith pulled the Humvee up next to their own, aligning it perfectly out of habit and instinct. I took off my Kevlar helmet and hopped out to shake hands and slap backs, adjusting my cock into my belt so it wouldn't stick straight out at them. They were happy it was me and not some other staff officer wondering why three fully capable NCO's were hanging out far from their men instead of assigning a few privates to do the job.
"Oh, shit!" Each exclaimed, smiling. It was good to be with old friends. I had even gone through basic training with Diaz, and when I was selected for the Green to Gold program to become an officer, the good natured ridicule was endless. Specialist Smith had automatically begun transferring the last of the cold drinks from the cooler in our truck to a cooler next to the worn out van seats for them, and after that bagging whatever trash she could find to put in our truck. Essentially she was doing what every other specialist would automatically do when surrounded by mid-NCOs. It was always better to go ahead and do it on our own, than to be told to do it, she knew.
Strauss eyed her carrying a bag to the Humvee and looked over his sunglasses for a better look.
"Who's your driver, there, Eric?" I appreciated the familiarity when we were away from the rest of the soldiers.
"A medic from Battalion I told the PL I was taking".
Strauss said he thought he recognized her and he winked at me, saying it was a good choice to bring her and not some dumpy kid.
This had the attention of Diaz and Jones who glanced over to check out Specialist Smith. She must have known we were watching her, and in true Kristin form she stopped and took off her uniform jacket, again leaving just the thin and form fitting tan tshirt. It hugged her body and her tits, and when she turned nonchalantly towards us, her shoulder blades subtly pushed back to highlights her perky tits, each NCO got a good look that her nipples were pierced and erect.
"Gawdamn" Diaz muttered. I smirked and we played our conversation cool. Diaz went over to the Humvee to get a better look and strike up a conversation with Specialist Smith. Partying together back in the day, I knew he was good at picking up pretty much whoever he wanted, and his hard body and big uncut cock sealed the deal with most of those girls.
Before he could say anything to the specialist though, something on the driver's seat, her seat, caught his eye. He laughed and held it up to us: it was the porno mag I was thumbing through on the drive, and Kristin had folded it back to the cop gangbang shoot. I hid my reaction well enough while Strauss and Jones laughed asking who's it was.
To save Kristin, I announced that that magazine and some more were gifts from our Master Gunner and there were more in my assault pack. Thumbing through a few more pages of the magazine Diaz adjusted his growing bulge just as Specialist Smith came around the Humvee and saw what he had.
We couldn't hear the conversation but the three of us watched Diaz and Kristin, a Staff Sergeant and a Specialist discuss the magazine. He'd ask a question and she'd nod, and then she took the magazine and flipped to a different page and showed it to Diaz, who for his part nodded emphatically at what she was pointing at. I told Strauss and Jones who were watching the interaction with me that the magazines were a gift from the Master Gunner, but Specialist Smith was my gift to them.
"Just like back in the da guys...she's for you guys. She's a slut and isn't ashamed. And she's an incredible cocksucker"
They both looked at me with surprise, and then smiles crept over their faces as they knew I was serious. We had all partied hard and taken girls back to barracks together, and so they quickly got used to the idea I just offered them. It was simply surprising now, a few years later that me as a Captain would offer my driver for these three NCO's to fuck.
I called Diaz back to where we were standing, asking for a word with specialist Smith. He hadn't heard what I had just told Strauss and Jones but whatever him and my driver were discussing, he was clearly bulging in his pants. I went over to the Humvee and simply asked "Kristin, do you want to play?"
She was a little surprised or confused at the question, still holding the porno mag in her hand and her nipples poking through her shirt. I asked again "Do you want...to play?"
A giant smile of realization spread and she nodded, "yes, sir, I do".
Without hesitation I grabbed her throat and pressed her against the Humvee, kissing her hard, my tongue pushing into her mouth. I whispered to her that she could say `stop' at any time and that I'd make sure she was safe. Still pressing her against the Humvee I reached inside and found with my hand the roll of 550 cord. Taking a length out I grabbed her hands and looked them together, loop after loop and tight enough that she couldn't escape. Realizing what I just did, Kristin muttered "oh, fuck yes" under her breath. I smiled at her and called her a good little slut. I took her hair out of her tight bun so it fell down in its beautiful form half way down her back. I whipped her belt out of her trouser looks and using the buckle looped the end between her wrists around the cordage so now she was my slut on a tether. Without her belt, her pants sagged open at her waist line revealing how lean she really was. Her already-too-small shirt was untucked and when I pulled her forward it pulled up revealing more of her body to my old NCOs.
As the NCOs saw the position my driver, formerly known to them as Specialist Smith, medic, now offered to them as a gift, they collectively let out a "fuck...gawdamn". I Pulled her by her tether underneath the camo netting into the shade. For her credit as we walked past the three NCO's now visibly groping their cocks through their uniform, she locked eyes with all three of them.
She wasn't nervous. She wasn't embarrassed or afraid. She was ready to serve. She wanted this. She had fantasized about this.
The NCOs followed after Kristin. Underneath the netting I yanked hard on the belt and she dropped to her knees. She looked up at me awaiting my command.
"Are you going to be my good little girl and take care of my friends?" I asked.
"Yes, sir" She replied.
"What are you?"
"I'm you're good little girl, sir," Kristin replied.
"And what else are you?"
"I'm your slut, sir...I'm a dirty little whore that wants you and your friends to fuck my brains out".
I told her to say please and ask politely, and after that, I gave her a slap across the face. She smiled in the shock of it and began begging to suck our cocks and let her be a good little whore.
I told her to begin with Diaz, since he had seen the magazine first.
My permission to suck cock was like a starting pistol and Kristin immediately lunged at Diaz, and quickly four hands were fumbling at his belt and the buttons of his trousers to fish out his cock. She tugged his pants down to his knees and Diaz' 8 inch cock sprang up already fully hard.
Kristin dove onto his cock and we could all hear the slurping sound. Diaz moaned at what our slut was doing to him. She bobbed farther and farther onto his meat without coming off for air. Her hands remained bound and holding onto his pants as she fucked her face onto him. Diaz grabbed her head and held Kristin still and began setting the tempo, thrusting his big cock into her eager mouth. Strings of spit began to hang off the two of them and onto her tshirt. Her gagging sounds and the wet sucking sounds of his cock and her throat were the only sounds to be heard. After a minute of this, I announced to the other two NCOs, "don't be shy, use her! She's my gift to you". Hearing this, Kirstin pulled off of Diaz' cock and looked up at me, red eyed, red in the face and catching her breath with a giant smile and spit hanging out:
"Thank you, sir!"
That was all Kristin had the opportunity to say before Strauss grabbed her hair and pulled her onto his cock. She didn't miss a beat and began deepthroating him. Soon he was groaning as Diaz was and after only a few bobs all the way up and down on Strauss' cock, Jones pulled her off and sank his meat into her mouth. Being used now by three men, Kristin on her knees and her hands tied in front of her, she was moaning on their cocks. This is what she loved. To be used and dominated and for men to use her to make themselves feel good.
I enjoyed watching her like this, in this frame of mind with complete abandon and hedonism the only thought. I took off my jacket and undid my belt and fished out my cock to lazily stroke it watching the show in front of me. The three NCOs were aggressively fucking her face and she couldn't get enough of it. When she wasn't sucking a cock her bound hands would stroke it, shiny and slick with her spit. The men were groping her roughly and sliding their hands down her ass, running fingers up and down her wet pussy and her puckered asshole. They were grabbing her tits and playing with her nipples and making her moan with their pinches.
The show must go on. No good slut, especially not Kristin, would be fully satisfied until she felt these hard cocks pulse and throb their hot cum into her. I stood up and grabbed the belt I had turned into her leash and tugging it, I made her walk on her knees away from her circle of cock. I walked around the van bench seat and yanked hard, making Kristin fall forward over the end of the seat. I looped the belt around a metal bar at the far end, stretching her out over the seat with her ass sticking up for us to use.
I yanked her pants down and then her black thong, commenting that only a real slut would think to wear such a thong in the hot dusty field like she did.
"Its for you, sir" She offered meekly, looking up at me with her truly messy and used face. Her hair was disheveled and some was matted to her face in the spit and precum that covered her cheeks and her cum. She was beautiful.
Diaz, Strauss and Jones were busy taking off their uniform jackets and their boots and while they did that I spat on Kristin's pussy. I had finger fucked her earlier and her lips were still spread from my rough fingers, and now soaking wet and shiny on her bare smooth skin. I spat on her asshole and began licking her, causing her body to convulse across the bench and making her moan.
Strauss was the first one ready and fisting his cock, he lined himself up with her. Feeling my tongue leave her holes, Kristin knew what was about to happen and she began begging for it.
"Please fuck me, sergeant, please give me your cock...I need it". Her begging was urgent and pleading. My slut was turned on as we all were. Strauss shoved his cock into her pussy balls deep in one swift move. It took Kristin's breath away and her body went rigid at the intrusion. Strauss remained buried in her, not moving and letting her get used to it. After a long pause, she exhaled and moaned in a deep, primal, guttural "fuuuuuck".
Slowly, Strauss began to thrust, in and out, in and out, increasing the length of his strokes each time. Soon the whole van bench was rocking on the ground at the weight being thrown against it. The other two men stood watching and slapping her ass red as she took the pounding. I kneeled next to her and kissed her deeply. She moaned into her mouth and as I stroked her hair I told her she was a good girl to make my friends feel good. Through her gasps and moans and "fucks" she stared straight into my eyes. A faraway look of euphoria covered her face, and through her half open eyes, concentrating on taking such a hard fucking, she looked directly into me. I kept stroking her hair and occasionally slapping her face for her to remain present, and whispering to her "good girl".
Strauss began thrusing harder and faster in a staccato rhythm. "Dude, I'm close, I'm going to cum!" Without hesitation, Kristin snapped out of her headspace and began to beg him to cum in her: "oh, fuck please cum in me! Fill me up, please, fuck, fuck fuck". That was enough for Strauss and with one final thrust he grunted his way through an orgasm. Kristin moaned like an animal as she felt the sergeant pulse his hot load deep into her pussy.
I know exactly what it's like to be bent over and having a man cum deep inside you, and I was jealous of Kristin, just a little. And I was jealous of Strauss even though this plaything tied to the bench was mine whenever I wanted to use her.
Strauss pulled out, leaving a coat of his cum on her pussy, and immediately Diaz shoved his cock inside her. He was bigger than Strauss and now that she was warmed up and looser, and slick with one load of cum already, he fucked her mercilessly. His big cock and his hard pounding were almost too much for Kristin but she wouldn't have had it any other way. It was too much for her to be mentally vacant and enjoying the euphoria as she had with Strauss and now she was moaning and swearing at the pounding she was taking. I shoved my cock in her mouth and began fucking her face as hard as Diaz was fucking her pussy.
As she would begin to gag shed try to bring her hands down to her mouth but they were tied too tightly out in front of her, and Diaz with his thrusting and his giant hands wrapped around her waist holding her still, Kristin was stuck where she was, unable to move and being used by the two of us. I'd let her gag for a few seconds before pulling out my cock and all her spit and slapping it against her cheeks. As soon as she could breathe she'd move her head around to get my cock back into her mouth. She was a hungry desperate cocksucker.
Soon, Diaz was grunting that he was cumming too, and I buried my cock in my slut's mouth as he added his hot load to Strauss's deep inside her used pussy.
Finally he pulled his cock out. Kristin's pussy was spread open and dripping cum now. I pulled out of her mouth to smack my cock against her cheeks. She looked back at the three men, two already having just cum inside her and the third, Jones about to have his turn with her body.
"More!" She moaned out. "Fuck me more.." Jones plunged his cock into Kristin and she groaned. As he found his rhythm the sloshing sounds of her cum-loaded pussy were loud for us to all hear. She moaned around my cock as I continued to feed it to her.
Jones didn't last long. Her pussy was too hot from the cum and too lubed up with it he couldn't hold out. As he was beginning to cum I began to stroke my cock into Kristin's mouth. We came at the same time and I was careful to not make a big show of my orgasm. As Jone's spent cock slipped out of Kristin's spent pussy, I kneeled down and kissed Kristin. It was a deep kiss and I held her head into mine with both hands. She eagerly fed me my hot load into my mouth and we discreetly swapped it back and forth, reveling in our filth. We each swallowed some and standing back up, discreetly wiping my mouth, I put my cock back in hers. "Good girl, slut...good girl."
I untied the bent form the bench and she curled up on the couch, her uniform pants still around her ankles. The three NCO's flopped own on a cot and the other van bench, each lazily playing with the soft cocks. I untied Kristins hands from the 550 cord and she began to finger her pussy, scooping the three men's loads out from herself and dripping it all into her mouth. She smiled at them all as she at their cum from her pussy. I lifted her head up and sat down on the bench, putting her head back on my lap.
"Well, gentlemen, we have all night with her, and nobody has fucked her asshole yet."