Nifty Readers! What's below is fiction though Specialist Kristin Smith is heavily based on a real person and the shared fantasies her and I share. Enjoy, and if you like this enough, checkout my other stories including "Fuck the Police", "Der Boiler", "Weekend Home", "An IDF welcome" and "Christmas". Don't forget to contribute as a thank you to the amazing forum Nifty offers!
It had already been three weeks in the hot dusty mountains when I decided I was going to have my driver cruise me around our training areas. Our unit, a battalion of around 700 soldiers were training to mobilize to Kuwait. It was going to be a boring deployment, but regardless we had to conduct all the same training as every other deploying unit, and as a National Guard unit, it was a very mixed bag.
I had left my company and now worked at our Battalion Staff. I was a desk guy now, away from the field and the average soldier, working instead in a converted barracks with phone lines and internet connectivity. Instead of sleeping in the desert, we had barracks. I was a more junior officer there surrounded by my peers, senior sergeants and a handful of more senior officers.
Eventually my workload slacked where I had a few days with very little to do, and I jumped on the opportunity. I'd drive around to the different training locations and do my "battlefield circulation" to see how all the plans I helped create and publish were actually going on the ground and what we could improve on back at our HQ. I knew just who I'd want to drive me around: the medic who I had first met when I ended up in the aide station two years before. Specialist Kristin Smith and I had somehow gotten past our differences in rank (she was a specialist and I was a lieutenant) and we immediately began flirting. Over the next months and now years our relationship was based on a solid friendship and a love of fucking and kink. Even though Don't Ask Don't Tell was repealed, I still kept it closely guarded that I loved cock as much as pussy, but she knew. We had seen each other suck cock and she had even gotten me cock. Our need to fuck and push our limits united us beyond rank and proper military etiquette.
And so, after telling her medic platoon leader that Kristin could take me around to A, get some driver's training and B, deliver perishable items to the other medics out in the field, he loaded us up with a few coolers of Gatorades and energy drinks and loaned her to me for the next day or so.
I had taken our operation sergeant Major's Humvee while he was back at our armory across the state, and cruising out of the barracks and cantonment area along the range road, I felt alive. A day or so in the field visiting the companies and ranges, a chance to get dirty and dusty and truly tired, and more importantly, a sexy-as-fuck girl driving who had shown me time and again just what a dirty nympho she really is. Speaking loudly over the underpowered engine, I called across the Humvee to her, already smiling and mischievous "You know I'm going to fuck your brains out while we're out here don't you?"
She smiled back at me and said not if she fucked my brains out first..."sir".
The idea of Kristin calling me sir made my cock hard. Yes, she had to call me that because of rank, but the idea of her calling me sir after she had seen me beside myself in depravity and so far into subspace was a sexy dynamic. She called me sir or daddy when I fucked her, and she had seen me call a stranger sir while begging him to fuck me harder in an alley behind a gay bar. I openly groped my growing cock through my uniform so she could see, just enough to be a tease.
We kept driving, and with our slow vehicle, the slow speed limit and the long roads to our companies, we had time to just enjoy the drive. The rest of the day we cruised like that to different ranges. Our Bradley's were on a range far to the north and we stayed there and Kristin dropped off her platoon leader's gifts with her medics while I bullshitted with the officers running the ranges. The master gunner was a sergeant first class I had worked under when I was a young buck sergeant and we had a solid friendship. Standing in the range tower watching the show below us (Bradley Fighting Vehicles engaging plywood tanks at 1500 meters), he motioned for me to follow him outside. Standing on the stairs he told me that several NCOs from our old platoon were going to be hanging out at an ammunition collection area that night. It was going to be a little party and usually with no officers or junior enlisted allowed. "They'd have a hoot if you came out and surprised them, they miss you at the company" he said. I told him if I went I'd have to either lose my driver or they'd have to be cool with Specialist Smith tagging along. Remembering partying together when we were younger, the Sergeant asked me "well how is Specialist Smith?".
"She's...fun" I said. He knew exactly what I meant and smirked at the reply. "Then of course those NCOs out there would love to mentor a young woman like that". He patted me on the shoulder and dug into his assault pack, fishing out a few magazines. "Here, take these with you too, for them".
I glanced at the covers as I put them in my bag. Penthouse, and a few other smutty magazines. Even with my tan and sunburn I must have blushed because the Master Gunner laughed and slapped me on the back again. "Have a good time with the boys! They're up at ACA #3".
Stashing the porn in my bag I said my goodbyes to the officers running the range and found Kristin. She was divvying up energy drinks in the back of a field ambulance where two medics, looking bored out of their minds were staying out of the sun.
"Specialist, save a few for yourself, too, we're going to visit ACA #3 this evening". ACA #3 was literally in the middle of nowhere, and not a single other manmade structure could be seen on the horizon there. The single road leading out to it was seen passing the ridgelines to the east where the rest of the ranges were. It was a great place for the NCOs to get away to, with more than enough time to see somebody coming.
"Where's ACA #3, sir?" Kristin asked me. She was deliberate in calling me sir in front of the other medics. Conscious to put on a professional façade to assuage any rumors or what-ifs", we were strictly professional in front of others. With the way the two medics were watching Kristin inside the truck it was more important now than ever. She had taken her uniform top off to just her skin tight thin tan t-shirt. Her rams, covered in tattoos worked through the cooler and leaning over it was clear there were no straps across her back. She wasn't wearing any bra, and when she leaned back up her perky tits, complete with obvious piercings stood out for all to see inside the truck. The other two medics were staring at her tight body. She looked like she was built to fuck, and with these guys stuck in the field for a few weeks already, she was irresistible. Before she put her jacket back on she took water from the cooler and splashed it on her face, inevitably running down to the front of her shirt. Watching, stone faced but loving the show, the two medics looked like they had gone to heaven. They didn't know what to do.
Specialist Smith put her jacket back on and hopped down from the truck grinning at me. As we got back in the Humvee to leave she told me "those two guys would kill you out of jealousy right now, and they don't even know you own my whole body..."
We spent the rest of the afternoon visiting the other ranges and as we drove to each one, Kristin and I would reach over to each other and grope. Her driving, I did most of the groping. Playing with her tits and her nipples and eventually squeezing her thighs until she opened them for me and asked if I could finger fuck her while she drove. I undid her belt and reached down, feeling a smooth waxed pussy already dripping wet. I gently slid my fingers into her as she gasped and began to moan. Thrusting my fingers in and hooking them in the come-here motion I found what she wanted and began to really fuck her. It didn't take long and I could feel the sucking of her wet pussy as she began to clench and cum. She had to slow the Humvee down as she convulsed and bucked her hips off the seat and into my hand. Now stopped and on the side of the dirt road I leaned over farther and still finger fucking her, I grabbed her seatbelt and pulled slack, looping it over her helmet and around her neck. She was whimpering and convulsing, hands white knuckling the steering wheel as I pulled the seatbelt tight, chocking her. I kept up the work with my other hand and pulled tight, her face becoming beat red and a far-away euphoric look in her eyes. Her entire body seized up, her hips lifted off the seat and her hands and arms clenched, both pulling in the steering wheel and stiff arming it away. She shuddered, and I released the seatbelt. She collapsed onto her seat shaking and screaming as her orgasm washed over her. As she came down off her high, her beautiful chest was heaving, catching her breath and she finally released the steering wheel, grabbing my arm with both of hers and pulling my hand from her pants. She kept shaking from her overwhelming sensitivity and as she recovered I licked my fingers clean of her pussy.
When she was recovered enough I kissed her, pushing my tongue tasting of her cum into her mouth. She hungrily sucked it clean, loving how she tastes. I grabbed her tits again and she had to stop me, still too sensitive for more stimulation. Gingerly she fingered herself, scooping more cum and bringing it to her mouth. I watch and stroked my cock through my uniform as she put herself back together. "My panties are soaked, sir" She said looking at me. "Good. Leave them on for ACA #3" I said.
After a few more minutes she pulled the Humvee back onto the road to ACA #3 and my old friends, the three NCOs.