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From part two: 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 Kristin's 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."
Part 3:
The three NCOs, Jones, Strauss and Diaz, my specialist driver, Kristin Smith, and I lounged on the chairs in the heat for a while. Kristin dozed, her ass exposed to us and our prying eyes and her head on my bare lap. The sun was nearly setting below a ridgeline to the west and fortunately that's where the only road came from. If any vehicle at all was coming out towards us, we'd see it miles away and have plenty of time to get dressed and clean our cum from specialist Smith's face.
Eventually MRE's were opened and eaten. Kristin had pulled her pants up once I unbound her wrists (she seemed almost disappointed to be untied), and she sat cross legged on the van seat topless, her glorious body available for us to grab and stare at while we hung out. The ice had been broken and after correcting my friends the NCOs to not call her Kristin but instead to call her "slut", we relaxed without rank as if each of us were old friends. The men, we all were but our new toy, "slut" was a welcome new addition. For Strauss, Diaz and Jones she would be a one-night plaything and Kristin reveled in that idea. These men would take their turns with her and let her be who deep down she truly was, and once the sun came up and their balls were empty, she would drive me away back to Battalion, and most likely she would never see them again. Or, if they ran into each other in the chow hall, Slut and Master would say "specialist" and "sir" and they would have to pretend that they didn't spend an entire day fucking each other's brains out and dumping load after load of cum into her pussy.
The sun set behind the ridgeline and ACA #3 was cast in a long shadow. Jones poured lighter fluid on their hastily built and illegal fire pit and soon long flickering shadows were cast against the green tents behind us. The fire now built, Jones pulled out a bottle of whiskey and passed it around and each of us took a pull. I pulled out the rest of the porn magazines from my pack and thumbed through them, turning to the raunchiest pages I could find. I was sitting next to Slut and nudged her to look at a picture of a girl shoving two hard cocks in her mouth.
"Fucking yum" She whispered. She wasn't being shy around her new masters, she was engrossed in her own imagination, holding the whiskey bottle again and starting to run her hand along her thigh.
"Do it." I ordered her, not as her ranking officer but as her owner and her master.
She was always eager to obey master, and tonight there are four.
Slut looked at me dead in the eyes and took a drink of whiskey and dropped to all fours on the ground. She crawled in front of the van bench Strauss and Jones were sitting on and with a curled finger she beckoned them.
Without hesitation they stood up and pulled their cocks out. They were chubby from her lounging half naked. Slut wasted no time and dove at both of them. She moaned and groaned as she thrust her head onto their cocks. She was deepthroating them and taking turns burying her nose into their hips, cock shoved all the way into her throat. Just as before long strings of thick spit and saliva were coating her perky tits. Their precum and Slut's spit was being smeared all over each of the NCO's cocks as she swapped back and forth between them. Her energy was infectious for Jones and Strauss and they were fucking her face as hard as she was fucking her own onto them. She pulled them together by their cocks and began to lick both their heads. They were both coated in her thick saliva and their own, and each other's precum. Soon Slut had both of their cocks pressed together, jerking them into her mouth at the same time and their thick, slick cock heads were as stimulated as much by the other cock as her hungry mouth and her busy tongue.
Slut spit a mouthful onto their cocks and stroked them together. Both Jones and Strauss were moaning, not caring anymore that their cocks were sliding against each other. I was lounging on the bench stroking my own cock, deciding that Slut was too aggressive in her lust for more cock. She loved what she was doing but at the same time, she craved being used. Slut was simply never afraid to go after what she needed and after all, I had ordered her onto her knees. Her zealous cock sucking on her master's behalf was an act of submission, but to my orders, not a submission to cock.
I decided it was time for her to truly submit again.
I stood up and took my pants off. Slut was kneeling in front of our fire, worshipping two big cocks in her mouth. I came up behind her and grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back off the cocks. With my free hand I scooped up all the saliva and precum coating her cheeks and dripping from her chin, then reached my fingers into her mouth to get more. My fingers were well coated in her spit and I guided her head back to the cocks. Once again busy worshipping I tugged her pants down. She had skipped the thong after the first fucking, and when she was bent forward presenting her hole to me, I fisted all her slick mess onto my cock.
I spit more onto my hand and I slid a wet finger into her asshole. She groaned at the intrusion; her mouth full of both cocks. Her body almost immediately relaxed for my finger. Slut had been fucked up the ass many times, and I had seen her hole opened and used from both myself and our toys, but from a line of men having each had their turn on her. Like Pavlov's dogs, her body was instantly needing cock in her ass and I was salivating at the thought of her hot, tight hole. I slid a second finger in and began to roughly fuck her, opening her up for my cock. Slut looked back over her shoulder at me, hair messy and matted against her wet, red face: "Fuck me already" she begged.
I spanked her ass hard and she yelped at the surprise.
"Say `Sir'!" I ordered and I spanked her again. Her ass showed a red handprint.
Slut looked back at me again and she begged forgiveness and reiterated, properly this time "Please sir, please fuck my asshole, I need it so bad!"
Strauss and Jones snickered at her begging and they slapped their hard meat across her face as she was begging. They got in on the verbal abuse and calling her a slut and a whore and every other name that made me hard and her wet, they ordered her to suck their cocks. She really had no choice; as they ordered Slut to suck, they were fucking her face as hard as ever.
I steadied her hip and lined my slick cock with her opened ass. My handprint showed red in the firelight and I slowly pressed into her. Slut wrapped her arms around Jones's hips, bracing herself for my cock. Her body though was so well trained and broken into ass-fucking that I slide slowly all the way to the hilt. Slut breathed deep as she got re-acquainted with me in her. I held still, nearly 8 inches of cock shoved all the way up her asshole.
"Good girl, good girl" I whispered to her. I could see her head nod that she had heard me. Slowly I began to rock back and forth and Slut began her rhythmic groaning with each thrust back into her ass. Soon, I was thrusting into her, my cock sliding half way out and back in. I was spitting on her hole for lube and really fucking her hard when she began to worship Jones' and Strauss' cocks again. Her grunting continued as she throated them. I was focused solely on my cock in Slut's ass. I wanted to fuck her all night and I was focusing on not cumming. My mind wandered to non-sexual thoughts so I could last longer. It became too much though and as I snapped back to reality, the sounds, smells and sensations of three hung men pounding Slut caught up with me. Jones and Strauss were both grunting and jerking their hips forward and Slut was begging them for their loads. I refocused on her asshole again.
Before I knew it, Slut was convulsing in orgasm from my fucking, and I heard the two other men moaning and announcing their own cumming. I stopped fucking and held still as Slut rode through her orgasm, her body shaking and her ass squeezing down on my cock. Jones and Strauss stepped away once they had given her their loads. Slut leaned back and grabbing her hair, I pulled her up against me. We knelt upright, against one another, sweat and spit sliding between my chest and her back, my cock buried all the way in her willing ass.
Slut reached around behind me and pulled me in for a kiss. I had been focused on not cumming while still fucking that I wasn't fully conscious of the implications. As soon as she could, Slut pushed her tongue into my mouth and immediately spit both Jones' and Strauss' big loads of cum into my mouth.
I love cum. Slut knows I love cum. I've had groups of strange men call me cumslut. I've been called a cumslut in foreign languages. I swallowed the cum as quickly as I could, not so much for the taste (which again, I love) but to conceal that I had just eaten the cum of two of the NCOs out here at ACA #3 with me. They didn't know I loved cum and cock. Slut broke the kiss and for final measure of bratty submission, she spat onto my face.
Diaz had just walked up, having missed half the show on a sat-phone call. He wasted no time in undressing and stroking his hard cock when he saw Slut spit on me.
"Oh, shit sir! The bitch is rough!"
I faked anger and Slut had a sly smirk on her face, knowing the charade I had to play but knowing deep down I loved her spitting on me. She winked at me.
My hands, groping her body from fingering her pussy to pulling on her tits and her pierced nipples gave each nipple a tweak, making her squeal and jerk her body around my hands. Between my rough hands groping her body and her ass impaled on my cock, Slut didn't have much room to play with.
"You're right Sergeant Diaz" I grunted at him as I roughly bit and licked Slut's ear.
"This bitch is rough...she loves it rough because she's a dirty nasty slut...aren't you?"
My hand found her throat and squeezed while she tried to say "yes, sir".
"In fact, Diaz, she's such a whore I may have to just give her to your whole platoon to fuck when I'm done with her!"
She squealed at the idea and at my teeth biting into her ear.
"This cock addicted slut would be in heaven with all those horny young men fucking her nasty brains out!"
I released my grip on her throat and as she took a deep breath, she groaned a long "yessssssss!" at the idea of two dozen men taking turns on her holes.
Her face was flush from being choked and she had reached behind me to hold onto my head, almost an intimate grab. I loved the moments, the smallest gestures of intimacy and understanding between the two of us. I had been in the same position before: high on sex and cum, a bottle of poppers being held under my nose as a man fucks my gaped and used asshole while she comforts me and talks me through my sub-space.
I wrapped my arms around Slut and stood up, her legs held high with my cock still in her ass. She groaned at how deep my cock was reaching in this position, and stepping backwards I sat back on the van bench. I under hooked her thighs and held them obscenely out, spreading her pink pussy open in the firelight.
"Before his platoon gets her though, the Platoon Daddy needs his turn!" I growled.
Without being queued, Slut began begging Diaz to give her his cock.
"Please fuck me, Platoon Daddy, please! Take your turn on my holes Daddy...USE ME!"
Diaz immediately began to line his cock up with her spread pussy. I could feel his heavy balls against my cock, still filling Slut's asshole.
"Please let me show you how good a slut I am, Daddy...let me prove myself..." Slut continued to beg him.
I felt the bench creak and shift as Diaz climbed into position, then I heard a guttural and inhuman moan, groan, squeal sound from Slut as Diaz shoved his thick 8 inch cock into her pussy. She was dripping wet and is cock was coated in precum, but she was being double penetrated by two hung men. Diaz was grunting and swearing under his breath as he began pummeling her pussy. I could feel his thick cock against mine inside our fucking toy and Slut was squirming and holding onto dear life with the double fucking she was enduring. She was beside herself in pleasure and the intensity of the fucking.
Slut's squealing could have been heard for miles. She wasn't able to speak any clear words and the best I could do was hold her body tight against me as Diaz gave her the fucking of both of their lives. His sweat was splattering on both Slut and me and he was about to break the van bench. The sound of sweaty flesh slapping against sweaty flesh was only barely audible above Slut's cries of pleasure.
Diaz' furious fucking didn't last long. The insane pressure of her pussy, already full with my cock buried in her ass, and her, already deep in subspace and needing every inch of his meat was too much. Diaz began grunting heavily. His hard body froze with one deep thrust inside her fucked-out pussy. He flooded her guts with his heavy load. Slut came too, and the two of them were still as glistening statues, too far-gone to move or even breath. After what seemed like forever, Diaz collapsed on us. His weight and Slut's pressed me down and the heat of their exertions made me even hotter. Finally Diaz pulled out of her and collapsed onto the other bench, next to Jones and Strauss, still recovering and lazily pulling their cocks.
Slut was heaving on me, catching her breath and slowly coming out of her subspace. She twisted around, my cock finally sliding out of her ass. I still hadn't cum, but that could wait. I'd have her the rest of the night. She twisted her sleek and athletic body around so she lay on top of me. She kissed me deeply and passionately and her arms wrapped around my neck. As I hugged her back, she kept whispering "thank you...thank you" into my ear.
I think the NCO's realized a little romantic moment when they saw one, and each having already cum a couple times, gave us a little privacy. They went into the tent and left Slut and me, Kristin and me out on the van bench by ourselves.
Kristin slid her legs back over me and mounted me. My cock slid easily inside her used cum-filled pussy. Diaz had really fucked her out and it was amazing to feel how wet she was. As she began to ride me harder and faster she was whispering, staring into my eyes. "Was I a good girl...was I you're good girl". I was grunting "yes, yes, yes".
She was moving her body perfectly on mine and I wasn't going to last much longer. Feeling my body tense Kristin began to whisper, louder and more urgently "Thank you daddy, thank you for this, thank you so much..." Our bodies both froze in orgasm. It was her third for the night and my first. I pulsed thick ropes of cum into her already used pussy.
I twisted on the bench and laid down, leaving her sitting on my cock. Despite our little moment of intimacy, Kristin knew how it went. She pulled off my cock and slid forward, lowering her wet pussy directly on my mouth. "eat my fucking pussy, master" She whispered.
I sucked and licked at the two hot loads of cum dripping from her pink flesh.
Her bratty side sparked again as she grabbed my hair and ground her pussy into my mouth "Good boy...eat it all...".
I lapped hungrily until none was left dripping from her. Satisfied I had eaten every drop of cum there was to eat, Kristin laid back down on me and as she pinched my nose shut and held my mouth shut she whispered again "Good boy, now swallow all of that cum, slut." I gulped it down, beginning to need a breath. Seeing me swallow she kissed me again, tasting the cum left. "Good fucking slut, just like me..."
The rest of the night was spent sitting around the fire and finishing the bottle of whiskey, and then a bottle of tequila. Diaz made a big show of cumming into a canteen cup and pouring tequila for Kristin, which she eagerly put on a show of drinking it for us. We each took turns fucking Kristin through the night. As we felt the need and as soon as our cocks could get hard again, we'd casually grab her and spread her legs open. She loved every second of it. By sunrise none of us had really slept. If one of us had dozed off, Kristin would crawl over to him and begin to suck his cock for him to wake him back up.
Finally, when none of us could even get hard anymore, and Kristin's body was bruised and used and her ass and pussy too sensitive, her and I got dressed. Climbing into the Humvee we pulled out onto the long dirt road back to the rest of civilization. As the seats vibrated with the engine on the road, I saw Kristin smiling at herself. She looked over and announced she could feel all 15 loads of cum being vibrated out of her in that seat.
"Before too long, I'm going to need a change of uniform, sir!"
I smirked. All that cum dripping out of her...
"Sir, I'm going to pull over. You're on clean-up duty, you fucking cumslut!"