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(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 checked into Sand Lake Air Base on a Thursday morning. The military clerks said to talk to Palomino about the paper work. I wandered in the direction they pointed me and found a dark-haired lady in her early twenties, sitting at a desk.
I said, “The guys at the desk told me to find Palomino.”
The lady pointed to a picture of a golden horse on the wall behind her. “I’m Palomino.”
I bowed very slightly and said “I’m Big Jim Riley.”
Palomino frowned and then said, “Oh yes, they said you might be checking in today. Follow me.”
I didn’t know exactly what she meant by ‘might be checking in.’ In order to get paid and to work toward my pension, I had to get checked in. What the hell else did she expect that I was going to do? I did detect a certain fear/dislike/apprehension in Palomino and I wondered why. Oh well, it was not the first
bad situation I have ever been in.
We went through the usual crap for a few hours; we did paper work and more paper work. Finally we got lunch from a little hamburger/malt place. We walked over to the shade of a tree and sat down.
Palomino asked, “Why do they call you Big Jim?”
I put her hand on my 20 inch biceps and flexed. I then told her that the rest of me was just as big and just as hard.
Palomino said, “Oh.”
Palomino thought for a while then said, “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 was not really willing to share but in the interest of local harmony I asked, “Share with whom?”
Palomino tossed her head and said, “Me.” Suddenly the problem with ‘might be checking in’ and the rest of the fear became clear. If I checked in, Palomino lost her housing. 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 seemed to have the kind of pussy that I really need on a night by night basis.
I asked, “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? The MILRA Station Chief. The current MILRA Station Chief is Uncle Roy. When he retires, I’m the MILRA Station Chief. Makes 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 was one of the few who had 16 years (I started as a HS work/study). 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.
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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 consisted of a supermarket, a hamburger/malt shop, a general store, a cleaners, a gym, a bowling alley and a movie theater, Palomino and I decided 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, we toasted each other with the wine. Then, I kissed her. She promptly proposed another toast. Every time we drank, I kissed her. Every time I kissed her, I slipped a piece of Palomino’s clothing off, well she helped. Palomino got nude and I fucked her brains out.
It was obvious that Palomino had been getting it on a regular basis and that she liked to get fucked deep and even hard. She was hot and wet and I was able to get my big cock all the way in her in the first few strokes. I was not all one sided. Palomino knew how to use her internal muscles and also how to move her pelvis just a little as I thrust into her. Each stroke was a little different from the last. The action stayed hot and heavy until I got in the short rows and shot my cum into the lady.
Her tight, greedy pussy milked me for all the cum I had and I left Palomino exhausted but satisfied. The way she cuddled to me after the fuck told me that my worries about a steady supply of the kind of high quality pussy I need were over. Also, Palomino’s worries about housing were also over.
The entertainment possibilities at Sand lake were limited, but what little there was, was 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 cannot get a job elsewhere. The MILRA people, because of the pension thing, are an exception. 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 was in fact my game plan.
As Palomino and I got to really know each other, she told me how it worked at Sand Lake.
Palomino told me about the lack of entertainment and the isolation at Sand lake. She then told me that the only thing that the MILRA people had to entertain themselves was sex. Palomino tossed her head and watched for my reaction. She watched me for some sign to quit now and did not find it. She then said, “The MILRA people take care of each other.”
I said, “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 said, “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 was with some hesitation that Palomino told me the good news. I would still have pussy when she was out of action.
I assumed that Palomino could call on her female buddies to fill in, especially since I would be the Station Chief after a while. That took care of me. I asked, “What happens when the other lady is out of action?”
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gulped and said, in a very small voice, “Sometimes I fill in.”
I said slowly, “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 relaxed and said, “OK.”
The third night after I checked in, Palomino and I visited Uncle Roy and Honey. Palomino always wore jeans and a western shirt at work. Tonight, she wore a little silk number with deep vents and no underwear. We walked next door to Uncle Roy and Honey. Honey was also dressed in silk/no underwear.
After I got introduced to Roy and Honey, we were ready to settle in.
Roy asked, “Did Palomino tell you how things work around here?”
I said, “Yes, at least generally.”
Roy then kissed Palomino and fondled her breast. Palomino made no attempt to stop Roy, although she did not immediately move to him or overreact.
Following Uncle Roy’s lead, I did the same with Honey. It was obvious I was expected to follow Uncle Roy’s lead and, as I said, I have no intention of fouling up a working system. Honey was a nice looking lady, but not as nice as Palomino. Still, second best was pretty good!
The second round we fondled the ladies’ cunts. Well, it wasn’t long before Roy and Palomino fucked while Honey and I watched. Roy was OK but he was not in the kind of shape I’m in and he was not gonna’ take Palomino from me. At least not on that basis.
Once Roy and Palomino got started, Honey and I fucked. I made damn sure it was an industrial strength fuck that Honey would remember for some time. I needed to leave my calling card.
Honey was a couple of years older than Palomino but still a very good looking lady. She had the same educated pussy and pelvis that Palomino had. Perhaps even more educated as she got the same effect as Palomino, but with somewhat less physical effort. I could feel that Honey was not quite as tight as Palomino but Honey was by no means loose.
Honey could take all of me, up to my balls. She also knew how to use her whole body to increase the intensity of a fuck. I could feel her move against me even more than the very active Palomino. Honey’s response was not quite as active but warmer and somehow closer.
I thought I was going to get Honey into multiple-orgasm, but she used her experience to bring me off just before she climaxed. I got a tie instead of a dominating victory, but we both won!
As Honey and I were climaxing, I heard Palomino’s little scream of sexual surrender from over where she and Uncle Roy were fucking.
Palomino and I were now an item. We were willing to fit in with the MILRA set up and the games could now begin.
The ladies ran to the bath room and Roy and I washed up in another bathroom.
Later, as we relaxed, nude, over drinks, I asked about the sharing arrangements.
There were both informal visits, mostly couple to couple. If a couple wanted to get along, they made the rounds fairly frequently.
However, there were some organized events where they might be more than two couples. In some cases it was all of the MILRA people. Apparently the sex was without any class barriers. Honey, for instance might fuck the lowest ranked MILRA technician on the base, if it was her turn. Similarly, Uncle Roy might fuck the MILRA secretary, if it was his turn. However, none of the fucking impacted daily working relationships.
It may sound like a strange system, but it was better than some of the sneaking around and political favoritism I have seen at other bases.
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