I didn't expect the men's barracks to feel like this.

The air hit me the moment I stepped inside. Warm, thick, carrying the mix of dirty laundry, rusted metal, and the unmistakable edge of sweat and aftershave. It wrapped around me like a hand at my waist, steady and bold, daring me to take another step. The light from outside enveloped my silhouette and displayed my natural curves to the soldiers in their bunks. Dozens of eyes swept over me, slow and assessing, like they were trying to memorize the outline of the new recruit before I even introduced myself.

I tightened my grip on my duffel, nervous at first, then remembered why I was here. I felt a renewed confidence sensing their gazes skating over my hips and lingering just long enough to make my pulse skip. My blonde hair was knotted high with a loose strand brushing my cheek. I adjusted my new uniform - it was a little tight fitting, but Sergeant Johnson assured me I would get used to it, I just needed to break it in. My abundant cleavage spilled slightly over the top of my khaki tank top, which was tucked into my standard issue olive green micro shorts. The shorts were surprisingly comfortable given their cut. They reminded me of daisy dukes, only made from a stretchier synthetic material. My wide and perky ass would have a much more difficult time fitting into a rougher material.

I paused my stride, standing in front of my commanding officer, Sergeant Amy Johnson. The sudden halt of the rhythmic stepping of my boots on the concrete floor broke my train of thought.

"Private Ashley Sallis," I said softly, with a slight grin. Sergeant Johnson returned the smile before turning around to address the men in the barracks.

"Men, I would like to introduce you to the newest recruit in the Base Relief Corps, Private Ashley Sallis."

I'd always been comfortable around men. Boyfriends came and went - kind ones, flirtatious ones, the overconfident ones who thought a big dick could smooth over everything. Every relationship had its exciting moments - warm hands on my body, night time booty calls, orgasms that almost made me believe I could settle down.

A giant point of pride of mine has always been my dick sucking ability. Every man I've been with has always shared the same report, "best I've ever had!" They loved me for it, and honestly, I loved it too! The satisfaction of having your mouth filled with a thick, hot cock is unparalleled. If I'm really horny, I can get off just by giving oral! Anal and vaginal sex is always great, but it's almost like I get these intense cravings... and they can only be satisfied when I feel a hot wad of cum hit the back of my throat.

I know it may sound strange, but the only thing more important to me than regularly sucking dick, is my country. I know, it sounds silly to have those to passions listed back-to-back, but its true. I've always had a deep seated sense of patriotism. I always thought of joining the military before college, but the thought of not being able to suck cock while being deployed always kept me from signing up. It wasn't until I learned about the Base Relief Corps that I knew what I wanted to do with my life!

The BRC is an all-volunteer branch of the military whose goal is to provide sexual relief to every service member on deployment in order to boost morale and be the most effective fighting force on Earth. As we were taught in BRC boot camp, "two things win wars - a full stomach, and empty balls!"

When I learned that I could suck cock for my country, I jumped at the chance! I've always been aware of my affect on men - I'm 5'4" with F cups and a massive ass for Christs' sake. I truly believe I have found what I should be doing with my life!

"Private Sallis will begin taking over some of the nightly release duty in the barracks," Sergeant Johnson's confident voiced rang through the barracks, snapping me back to reality. "My promotion to Sergeant has my duties focused on the needs of Lieutenant Thompson, so Sallis will be picking up the slack."

A few of the men grumbled at the news - I suppose Sergeant Johnson has been their reliever for awhile? "Now, you will all treat her with respect..." Johnson's eyes glistened and I swear I saw her lips nearly double in size with a pout when she followed by saying "or I will be Very. Disappointed."

The men were completely silent. There was no grumbling, no hushed conversations, not any shifting at all. The sexuality of the statement practically spilled from her mouth and flooded the room, quieting any discontent in an energy that felt both comforting and commanding.

I figured it out in that moment. It was obvious that Sergeant Johnson ran this unit completely and utterly through a "Dommy Mommy" tactic - and she would be a fool not to! Although our uniforms were the same, we both gave off vastly different visuals. Johnson stood around 5'8" with long brunette hair that reached her should blades. She must be in her early 40s, but her ass is so tight and round that it makes it difficult to say for sure - she definitely takes good care of herself! The final blow to the Mommy vibe is her tits - I thought I had a giant rack, but Johnson's boobs are the size of Lieutenant Thompson's head (and he's one of the biggest men I've ever seen)!

The quiet felt unsettling and I was in awe of Sergeant Johnson's command over the men. The men looked at the both of us with wide eyes that nearly illuminated the dark, like animals staring from the forest. Johnson looked back at me with a smirk on her face.

"I'll be here to help out until you are able to handle them on your own. My next assignment with the Lieutenant isn't for another hour, so we should have more than enough time to finish up here."

I nodded back at her, a newfound nervousness creeping over me. I believed she sensed as she put a hand on my shoulder, "It's okay. Just because they're used to sucking my tits, it doesn't mean you won't be able to satisfy with your own skills. I LOVE the 'naughty girl next door' thing you have going!" Her words comforted me quickly - how did she get so good at that? Her eyes tightened slightly as she nodded at me, whispering "Let's get to work, private!"

"Yes, Sergeant!" I said with a reinvigorated spirit, "I'll make you proud!"

By this time, most of the men had settled into their bunks. The lights were off, but pockets of illumination from cellphones, head lamps, and pocket flashlights provided dim sight across the barracks.There were around 12 to 15 of them, some of them reading, some playing cards, others completing night time rituals - showering, brushing teeth, etc. I approached the closest private in his bunk, he seemed to be anticipating my approach judging by his wide eyes and awkward boner under his sheets.

For a bunch of men who knew they were about to get some action, they all seemed strangely... normal? I would have figured they would be foaming at the mouth trying to bust a nut!

"Um, hello," the man sputtered, "I'm private Adams." He sat up slightly in his bunk, revealing a thin, yet toned and tan body that was nearly hairless. His short black hair was still wet from his shower and his dog-tags hung between his small but visible pecs.

"Nice to meet you, Adams," I replied with a smile. "I'm Private Sallis. Should we get started?" I deepened my gaze while biting my lower lip, the anticipation of my first assignment nearly made my heart skip!

"Y-yeah, uh," he stuttered as he began to pull back the sheets, "Sorry, Mo- I mean Sergeant Johnson usually, um, takes care of, like, starting..."

His words trailed off as he fully removed the sheets covering his erection. His face was blushed and it was obvious he was flustered - Sergeant Johnson really has them whipped, huh? His right leg draped over the right side of the bed and his cock stood at attention, hard and pulsating. It was around 5" with a respectable thickness to it - definitely not the smallest dick I've ever seen and very pretty looking! His dark pubes were on the longer side, but definitely not in the way. His balls were pressed tight against the bottom of his shaft, presumably due to the cold air drafting into the barracks.

I smirked and made eye contact with him while I grabbed his cock at the base of his shaft, my other hide sliding up his torso, "well, why don't I just take over then?" I purred, licking my lips before lowering myself to be closer to his cock. Adams exhaled and let his head sink back deeper into his pillow.

I took out my standard issue lube from my belt and applied a small amount to my hand before stroking the length of shaft, being sure to evenly coat his cock with the lubricant. He let out a soft hum as my hand explored the totality of his pole. I slide my hand back down his torso and wrapped it around his balls to give them a tender massage, all while increasing the speed of my stroking, feeling his cock tighten even more in my hand. Playing with his sack and beating his cock had me wired, the thought of serving my country by being this unit's cum dump was exhilarating. I felt my own cheeks flush and my pussy getting wetter - a samp spot appearing in my micro shorts.

The wet plap-plap-plap of my hand beating his cock filled the barracks. I heard Adams whisper a strained "Fuuuckk," as his ballsack tightened, the universal sign for an imminent cum eruption! I quickly climbed atop his legs and pointed the tip of his cock towards my tank top just in time for Adams to shoot a hot ropes of cum into my cleavage. The warm cum felt white hot against my chilled breasts from the slightly too-cool barracks, almost like his semen had been boiling in his nuts.

Adams let out a relieved sigh and looked down at me, still playing with his cock, with his hot and sticky load sprayed all over the top of my tits. He chuckled, "Wow, that was great! I can't remember the last time I got to blow on a reliever's tits!" There was a reason - if you let one private cum on your tits, they'll all expect it, all of the time. It wasn't against the rules (frankly, there weren't many at all in this line of service), just considered bad practice. Especially since I now had to jerk off the rest of his bunk mates with his dried cum on my tits.

I smiled back at him, releasing his now spent rod, still sticky with a mix of cum and lube. "Well, don't get used to it," I winked, "consider it a special occasion for my first day in the field."

Adams chuckled, "Sure thing. Just keep beating me off like that every night and I think we'll get along just fine."

I stood up and wiped my hands and cleavage with our standard issue sanitary wipes (affective at removing bodily fluids, lubricant, and killing STDs!) and surveyed the rest of the bunk. Most of the men were still awake either reading or continuing their card games, but Adams seemed like he was ready to count sheep. I turned around to check in on the other side of the barracks and couldn't believe what I saw!

Three men were already fast asleep after receiving their nightly handjob from Sergeant Johnson! I checked my watch... seven minutes?! Johnson was able to make three men cum in under two and half minutes each?! I looked to the next man in her path and it immediately became clear how she achieved such a feat.

Amy was straddling the private in his bunk, facing him with her right hand placed on the wall for balance. Her dark hair draped over her shoulder, creating a curtain to her left. Her left hand was vigorously pumped his cock while the luckiest son of a bitch in the world grabbed a handful of her tight MILF ass. Amy leaned back, increasing the tempo of her stroking and used her right hand to free both of her massive tits. The private's eyes widened as his open mouth began salivating. Amy leaned forward again and expertly guided her nipple into the waiting mouth of the serviceman. He closed his eyes in ecstasy as the full weight of her watermelon jugs rested on his face. Amy increased her tempo again, now focusing on the head of his cock.

"Have you been a good boy, baby? Do you like having my big titties to suck on?" she asked almost earnestly, getting only a whimper in return. The private's face was now completely buried in her planetary boobs, each breast shaking violently from the force of Sergeant Johnson beating the man's cock. His whimpers grew louder and louder until Johnson jumped off of him, creating an audible pop as her nipple was displaced from the man's desperately sucking mouth. His faint whimpers quickly turned to moans without Amy's breast to muffle the sound. She had evacuated the bed in just enough time to watch as his dick spurted small ropes of cum across his sheets, treating us all to a prolonged stare of her marvelous tits.

The privates moans ended soon after, and Sergeant Johnson tucked each of her tits back into her tank top before speaking to the man in a hushed coo, "Go clean yourself up and get a new change of sheets. Get a good night's rest for morning formation."

The man had to catch his breath before whispering back, "Yes, Mommy," as he quickly evacuated his bunk to do exactly as he was told. Sergeant Johnson turned her focus to me.

"Chop, chop, Private! We need to empty these balls ASAP. Just let them blow on themselves," she paused and turned to the rest of the barracks, "They don't mind, do you boys?"

"No, Ma'am, Sergeant!" They yelled in unison.

I looked at the rest of the men in the barracks awaiting their nightly relief. I was so excited to get to serve my country the best way I know how, sucking cock and taking cum! And I was even more excited to get to learn from the sexiest reliever in the BRC, Sergeant Johnson.

But now wasn't the time for daydreaming. I had more servicemen to jerkoff before I could take time to myself. I let my hair down, took off my top, and pressed my tits together. "Whose ready for a lullaby?"