20 Years Ch. 01byR. Richard©
[The story '20 Years' is set in the world of Santa Royale. In order to fully understand '20 Years,' the reader needs to first read at least Santa Royale ch 01.)]
I check into Sand Lake Air Base on a Thursday morning. The military clerks say to talk to Palomino about the required paper work. I wander in the direction the clerks point me and find a dark-haired lady in her early twenties, sitting at a desk.
I say, "The guys at the desk told me to find Palomino."
The lady points to a picture of a golden horse on the wall behind her. She eyes me up and down and then says, "I'm Palomino."
I bow very slightly to her and say, "I'm Big Jim Riley."
Palomino frowns and then says, "Oh yes, they said you might be checking in today. Follow me."
I don't know exactly what she means by 'might be checking in.' In order to get paid and to work toward my pension, I have to get checked in. What the hell else does she expect that I am going to do? Despite the fact that it is our first meeting, I do detect a certain fear/dislike/apprehension in Palomino and I wonder why. Oh well, it is not the first bad situation I have ever been in.
We go through the usual crap for a few hours. We do paper work and more paper work. Finally we get lunch from a little hamburger/malt place. We walk over to the shade of a tree and sit down to eat.
Palomino asks, "Why do they call you Big Jim?"
I put her hand on my 20 inch biceps and flex. I then tell her, "In case you are wondering, the rest of me is just as big and just as hard."
Palomino just says, "Oh."
Palomino thinks for a while then says, "Look, you are a senior employee at MILRA. You have housing priority here at Sand Lake. Despite being out in the boondocks, we are a bit crowded here. Would you be willing to share?"
I am not really willing to share but in the interest of local harmony I ask, "Share with whom?"
Palomino tosses her head and says, "Share with me."
Suddenly the problem with 'might be checking in' and the rest of the fear becomes clear. If I check in, Palomino loses her housing because I have priority. Then again, being the type of kindly gentleman I am, I might just be able to work something out with a hot looking babe who seems to have the kind of pussy that I really need on a night by night basis. This last is a continuing problem for male field personnel, since there are a lot more males than females out in the boondocks.
In order to conceal my true intent, I ask, "Do you snore?"
Now this proposition might not sound too likely. However, you have understand the background of the situation. Palomino is an Electronic Tech. The ET specs are written for big strong boys, not girls. There is no way she can lift and carry the heavy military devices ETs work on. However, if Palomino can get a little help with the weight lifting and she lasts a few years, she goes from contract to permanent, maybe even supervisor where she does not need to lift heavy weights. Who decides Palomino's job fate? There are several people involved, but the final decision is up to the MILRA Station Chief. The current MILRA Station Chief is Uncle Roy. When he retires, I'm the MILRA Station Chief. Do things make a little sense now?
I have 18 years and one month with the MILRA Corp. MILRA is a software firm that went bankrupt a few years back. If an employee had less than 16 years, he/she was gone with no pension. If the employee had 16 years or more, he/she could collect 60% of the scheduled 20 year pension, plus 10% more for each additional year, all government guaranteed. I am one of the few who has 16 years [I started as a HS work/study guy.] By the terms of the deal MILRA got in bankruptcy court, I have an unbreakable employment contract, well nearly unbreakable. The government can't fire me and I can't afford to quit. So, I work in Sand Lake. Sand Lake isn't the end of the world, but you can see it from here.
Due to my employment contract, they can't fire me. However, they can just assign me work and then take the work away just before I can deliver it. It is very frustrating and I either hit somebody or fuck somebody to relieve the tension. I'd rather fuck.
Since the Sand Lake Air Base support facilities consist of a supermarket, a hamburger/malt shop, a general store, a cleaners, a gym, a bowling alley and a movie theater, Palomino and I decide to get some steaks and some Champagne from the supermarket and get to know each other better at my and perhaps our home.
After a sumptuous dinner, Palomino and I toast each other with the wine. Then, I kiss her. She promptly proposes another toast. Every time we drink, I kiss her. Every time I kiss her, I slip a piece of Palomino's clothing off, well she helps me with the strip. Palomino gets nude and I fuck her brains out.
It is obvious that Palomino has been getting it on a regular basis and that she likes to get fucked deep and even hard. She is hot and wet and I am able to get my big cock all the way in her in the first few strokes. The action is not all one sided. Palomino knows how to use her internal muscles and also how to move her pelvis just a little as I thrust into her. Each stroke is a little different from the last. The action stays hot and heavy until I get in the short rows and shoot my cum into the lady and then roll off her.
Her tight, greedy pussy milks me for all the cum I have and I leave Palomino exhausted but satisfied. The way she cuddles to me after the fuck tells me that my worries about a steady supply of the kind of high quality pussy I need are over. Also, Palomino's worries about housing are over.
The entertainment possibilities at Sand lake are limited, but what little there is, is first rate!
Most of the people who work at Sand Lake are bottom of the barrel. This is a normal situation, as people do not like to work at an isolated military base with few support facilities and even fewer entertainment possibilities. In general, the only people who will take such assignments are people who can't get a job elsewhere. The MILRA people, because of the pension thing, are an exception to the general rule. The MILRA people at Sand Lake are mostly top notch people who are there because they cannot afford to give up the pension. As soon as they qualify for the full pension, they are gone from their Sand lake exile! The qualify, then exit, thing is in fact my own game plan.
Over the following few days, as Palomino and I get to really know each other, she tells me how it works at Sand Lake.
Palomino tells me about the lack of entertainment and the isolation at Sand lake. She then tells me, "The only thing that the MILRA people have to entertain themselves with, here at Sand Lake, is sex. Palomino tosses her head and watches for my reaction. She watches me for some sign to quit now and she does not find it. She then says, "The MILRA people take care of each other."
I say, "Probably the same thing as the last place I worked for MILRA, little private night time visits with no indication during the day. Right?"
She says, "More than just little visits."
Now, you must remember, I control Palomino's housing. If I am crazy enough to throw Palomino out, she sleeps in an Air Force female barracks. So it is with some hesitation that Palomino tells me the good news. I will still have pussy when she is out of action.
I assume that Palomino can call on her female buddies to fill in, especially since I will be the Station Chief after a while. That takes care of me. I ask, "What happens when the other lady is out of action?"
Palomino gulps and says, in a very small voice, "Sometimes I fill in."
I say slowly, "It seems to me that the other guy is getting the best of the deal, but I don't foul up a working system. If you are able to cope with the present system, I can too. OK?"
Palomino relaxes a bit and says, "OK."
The third night after I check in, Palomino and I visit Uncle Roy and Honey. Palomino always wears jeans and a western shirt at work. Tonight, she wears a little silk number with deep vents and no underwear. We walk next door to Uncle Roy and Honey. Honey is also dressed in silk with no underwear.
After I get introduced to Roy and Honey, we are ready to settle in.
Roy asks, "Did Palomino tell you how things work here at Sand Lake?"
I say, "Yes, at least generally."
Roy then kisses Palomino and fondles her breast. Palomino makes no attempt to stop Roy, although she does not immediately move to him or overreact.
Following Uncle Roy's lead, I do the same thing that he did, only I do it with Honey. It is obvious I am expected to follow Uncle Roy's lead and, as I say, I have no intention of fouling up a working system. Honey is a nice looking lady, but not as nice as Palomino. Still, second best is pretty good!
The second round we fondle the ladies' cunts. Well, it isn't long before Roy and Palomino fuck while Honey and I watch. Roy is OK but he is not in the kind of shape I'm in and he is not gonna' take Palomino from me. At least not on that basis.
Once Roy and Palomino get started, Honey and I fuck. I make damn sure it is an industrial strength fuck that Honey will remember for some time. I need to leave my calling card with Honey so that the rest of the MILRA ladies will know what to expect.
Honey is a couple of years older than Palomino but still a very good looking lady. She has the same educated pussy and pelvis that Palomino has. Perhaps even more educated as she gets the same effect as Palomino, but with somewhat less physical effort. I can feel that Honey is not quite as tight as Palomino but Honey is by no means loose.
Honey can take all of me, up to my balls. She also knows how to use her whole body to increase the intensity of a fuck. I can feel her move against me even more than the very active Palomino. Honey's response is not quite as active but warmer and somehow closer than what I experience with Palomino.
I think I am going to get Honey into multiple-orgasm, but she uses her experience to bring me off just before she climaxes. I get a tie instead of a dominating victory, but we both win!
As Honey and I are climaxing, I hear Palomino's little scream of sexual surrender from over where she and Uncle Roy are fucking.
The ladies then run to the bathroom and Roy and I wash up in another bathroom.
After the action with Uncle Roy and Honey, Palomino and I are now an item. We are willing to fit in with the MILRA set up and the real games can now begin.
Later, as we relax, nude, over drinks, I ask about the sharing arrangements.
It seems that there are informal visits, mostly couple to couple. If a couple wants to get along in the MILRA world, they make the rounds fairly frequently.
However, there are also some organized events where there might be more than two couples. In some cases it is all of the MILRA people. Apparently the sex is without any class barriers. Honey, for instance might fuck the lowest ranked MILRA technician on the base, if it is her turn. Similarly, Uncle Roy might fuck the MILRA secretary, if it is his turn. However, none of the fucking impacts daily working relationships.
It may sound like a strange system, but it is better than some of the sneaking around and political favoritism I have seen at other bases in the past.
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