Driving a cool forty-five miles on a paved road, between swamps and marshes, you’d eventually find yourself at the HSDS. Short for Hubert Shore Drilling Site.
Lane always wanted to work at one of the offshore sites. He knew the requirements were rigid, having to stay onboard for two weeks at a time, but the money was outrageous and worth it. Hubert HR finally got back to him with a job offer, but it wasn’t what was expected.
At first, Lane was taken back. He had his eye set on working on an offshore platform. Having known a few buddies who worked the offshore drill sites, he knew the money was too good to turn down. When the lady mentioned a shore refinery that had a salary just slightly less, his pause disappeared, and he became more animated than ever, dancing around the room.
On the bright side, he wouldn’t have to be away from the family for two weeks at a time. Although, the commute offered little justice to the alternative. Being away from his family for nearly two hours in addition to the workday, which could be long and arduous. He gladly announced his acceptance knowing full well the concessions would be extra difficult on them all.
Just shy of a few thousand annually working a shore site vs offshore, him and his wife celebrated the offer. Their plan for Lane to work the drill site for just a few years would be enough to pay off the house, put money in savings, start college funds for all the kids. It was quite the blessing, really.
CH [1] – Orientation
Lane’s first day at the site, he discovered exactly how tight security was to be. There were two gates total. The first was gated and guarded. As one gate opened, he drove into the checkpoint, and the gate closed behind him. The security team would check his truck, glide mirrors checking the undercarriage, and open every nook and cranny. Of course, even the glove box was checked.
“Any weapons son?” they’d ask.
Lane didn’t carry, and his truck cleared with flying colors for everything else. The inner gate then opened, and he was on his way. He was pleasantly surprised they also noted his gas needle and mileage. All was good though.
The second checkpoint was five miles out from the shore site. This one did not have any gates, but the two officers flagged him down, nonetheless. They’d checked his fuel needle again, and mileage. They’d also take Lane’s picture this time and get his badge prepared. He’d skip getting out of the truck altogether on his next visit.
When all was done, they advised as part of security they could not pass the yellow blockade under any circumstances. They’d given Lane the all-clear and noted a few other items. Lane was allowed to bring anything on-site, including a loaded gun. The main checkpoint would continue to check everything but would not stop him or remove anything from his vehicle. Without proper clearance, no one else can pass through the first gate including family members, and pets.
It was acceptable to Lane, but he had been hoping his wife Janine could spend more time with him by dropping him off and picking him up every now and again. Just something he needed to mention to her as soon he got home.
As he made his way to the site, he was greeted by Wes. Wes was the reason for the tight security. His site, he ran it as he saw fit. Initially, the site had been designated as a training facility. When the need for a dedicated training facility expired, Wes took it upon himself to sharpen production. The shore site became a production giant promptly after. Wes decidedly demanded outright control of operations, and his leverage granted that with no contest.
“Glad you’re here, I wanted to be the first to say Welcome. I’m Wes. I’ll be your operational manager” Wes greeted.
Lane responded, “thank you Wes. That was quite the drive. How long will it take me to get used to driving that daily?”
Wes knew Lane was trying to make chat and was quite pleased. “Out here, I’m sad to say I’m your only point of contact for those types of questions but all in good time. I’m glad you think on your toes. That question you just asked is already a part of orientation. Now, follow me and let’s go meet the rest of the crew.”
CH [2] – Getting Oral-ientated
Not knowing what to expect played in Lane’s favor as far as nerves were concerned. It turned out exactly how orientations should go. Wes went over uniform, department heads, safety, communication, and finished off the day with what was expected the next day. He didn’t see or greet anyone, but he was promised a better introduction the next day.
Shooting off early to go back home, Lane greeted Janine with the biggest kiss and a squeeze of tush to say he missed her. She had cupped his gear in her hand and started motioning it like she was asking it to come to her. She always called his penis gear because she loved riding it and it was friendly enough to say that around the kids versus them hearing something else.
The kids were sound asleep as Lane got home but Janine had a few plans. She knew he’d be dozing off soon so she catered to his needs in a few different ways.
“Hunny, how was orientation?” Janine urgently asked.
Lane didn’t really have too much to tell as the orientation was pretty standard, “Met my boss, Wes. Didn’t meet anyone else though. I need to go in slightly earlier tomorrow. Tell the kids how much I love them and I’ll be sure to see them off the rest of the week.”
Janine dragged Lane to the dinner table and presented a heated plate of a celebratory thanksgiving like dinner. She sat beside him as he ate and told him all that she’d done that day. She’d mowed the lawn, picked up groceries, ordered a few more pairs of fire-retardant pants in a smaller size.
As Lane finished his dinner, Janine cleared the area and told Lane to lean back.
The lights were dimmed and Janine took off her shirt and pants to reveal a school girl outfit. Janine wanted to play and bugged Lane about it being a school night. The idea drizzled Janines underwear before Lane had even touched her. She wanted to take care of her man, and Lane liked Janine’s effort but the school girl outfit didn’t get him going the same way.
Lane picked Janine up and told her how sexy she looked. He asked if she could top him off and he’d go to bed. He reminded her it wouldn’t always be like this, but Janine was more than happy to top Lane off.
Lane made his way to the couch and flipped the remote on. Janine grabbed a blanket, just to be safe if anything needed to be covered up. She pushed out her milky breasts and made sure Lane was squeezing on them as she dove her lips down on his gear.
Janine was soft with her head giving. Her lips outlined the underside of Lane’s head and she pulsed her tongue around. All of this reminded Lane why he could never leave this woman. If a woman could get pregnant through her mouth, Lane would have a new child every 9 months she was able to give. Janine’s head giving skills always caused Lane to unload, which in turn made Janine choke on his sperm.
Janine had become a pro at even that, grabbing a pillow as she coughed violently on Lane’s spermy load that painted her throat. The heaves were sometimes loud, and a pillow disguised the sound well enough.
“The day was great”, Lane thought as they got into bed. He kissed Janine on the forehead and lights out.
CH [3] – New Guy
Arriving on site, no one was standing outside awaiting Lane’s arrival. While only really knowing where the cafeteria was at, Lane made his way there.
It ended up being a good guess because Wes was siting on the table, feet on the attached stool, reviewing documents in his hand and checking things off. This is indeed where Lane was supposed to be. Wes didn’t acknowledge Lane’s arrival. The rest of the team started to come in one by one. Everyone was quiet. I could tell we were all there finally, but Wes didn’t say a thing.
The clock made a solid snap and Wes spoke up.
“Everybody, this is Lane. He’ll be joining the crew. We’ll also be having a second meeting at the end of today. I checked and the filter heads still look good. Let’s run those for a few more days. The forecast won’t be on our side Monday and Tuesday. Let’s push hard the rest of the week so we don’t have too much work to make up.”
Wes went on for a good while. No one spoke up. Lane could pick out moments where he thought everyone was miserable. Was it the way Wes spoke to everyone? Lane couldn’t put his finger on it but he was the new guy, so no waves were made.
The meeting ended and Wes called his name along with RL. RL was the chief pipe engineer. One might go as far to say RL was the most important member of the team because of the functionality of his work as it related to every other department.
“RL, I need you to give Lane some instruction. We’ll present everything to the team afterwhile.”
RL confirmed with just a twitch of the head and eyes.
“Lane buddy, glad you’re on the team. What are you experienced with and any suggestions on what I can instruct you on today?” asked RL.
“Glad to meet you! Whatever you’re comfortable showing me, I’m here to learn.” Replied Lane.
The two sat off and got busy till lunch. Lunch time the team gathered in the cafeteria and were a bit more chattery. A truck was handed off, full of supplies for the cafeteria, along with any other supplies requested. Lee was in charge of that area. The team would get together and unload and Lee would return the truck. This happened on a weekly basis. One of the luxuries working at any drill site was the vast amounts of food that was available.
Everyone came over and said hi to me. Wes wasn’t anywhere around during lunch time. RL was answering all my questions and if he had noticed I was bright green in any area he sure didn’t show any impatience with me. Lee was a good guy as well. He’d asked if I had any special requests for supplies.
The other two were Cindy and Ro. I was surprised to see any women working here but they were welcoming and Lane would find later just how knowledgeable they really were.
The end of the day came around and Wes asked RL for a debrief. RL advised everyone he’d have to shutdown line 30 on Monday and since it was a slow day, it shouldn’t hit production too hard. He’d also enlisted my help, and I was glad to do whatever RL needed of me.
Wes took over the meeting and hit a few more points. He wavered his documents as though creating a small breeze in the room.
“Good work today, everyone.” The meeting ended.
No one budged from their seat till the clock struck. When it did, Cindy came over and told me I’d get a special breakfast tomorrow. Ro looked excited and everyone else was saying if I didn’t want it, they’d take it.
Lane journeyed home and sucked the shit out of Janine’s soft breasts. She was ready for a cuddle evening, and the same was on Lane’s mind. The two cuddled hard and slept well.
The next morning Lane went over his day with Janine, and he wasn’t supposed to eat breakfast since they were making him something. Janine was happy for him but still made breakfast for the kids. They were glad to see their dad and hugs all around as they made their way into the car. Janine left and Lane got ready for his big day.
CH [3] – Business after Breakfast
Lane got into work, sat down. He was on time this day and sat down as others were sitting down. Everyone looked miserable as usual, but I had a feeling they were being respectful and nothing more.
The tick of the clock hit hard and Wes began by going over a few numbers. He itemized a few order sheets. Mentioned my name and told me to get with Lee for any supplies needed. At the end of the meeting Wes mentioned that I would report to RL again, but only after I had enjoyed my breakfast. I was expected to take my time and my business hours start afterward.
Meeting ended and RL grabbed a bowl and asked, “big spoon or little?”
Lee grabbed the box of frosted flakes from the cabinet. Cindy and Ro sat beside me briefly while smiling.
“Oh, the milk!” Cindy got up and grabbed a nice size jar with the classic pull handle lid. It had my name on it.
At first, I wondered if frosted flakes really was that special. The flakes were poured in the bowl for me, and Ro had added her touch by opening the jar of milk and pouring it over the flakes.
“Guys, and Girls, thank you for breakfast but I could’ve made this myself.”
“No you couldn’t,” Cindy chimed. “That’s my milk sweety. Ain’t nothing like it. Today should’ve been Lee’s day to get the special breakfast but he’s such a sweetheart, he gave it to you.”
For a second, I thought they were joking. Then I just went with it. The smell of the fresh milk was intoxicating and so was the taste as I bit into my first spoonful.
“How in the world, Cindy?” Lane excitedly gave his approval. “This is the best thing I’ve ever tasted in my entire life.”
Lane really meant it, having been a fan of his own wife’s milky breasts when she was a lactating mommy. This breakfast meant Lane was finally a real part of the team. Everyone scooted off while reminding him to enjoy his breakfast and to seek out RL when he was done.
**
“RL, you’ve had Cindy’s milk right?” asked Lane.
“Sure have, my day is Thursday.” He responded.
RL was forgiving of Lane’s curiosity but slowly reminded him to stay focus and business is during business hours. The two worked hard making activity sheets, fixing a few petty leaks, taking samples, investigating pressure changes.
It was nearing the end of shift and everyone gathered in the cafeteria.
Wes went over the day and everyone was laser focused on business. Ro reported some charring on wiring and a breaker that needed replacing. Cindy reported water tables and pump degradation readings. Lee announced status of generator testing and pump reliability tests. The day went well and Wes seemed convincingly happy with the production.
The clock ticked hard and everyone scooted over to me except for Cindy. Ro started a conversation about how my breakfast was. I could see Wes moving over to Cindy and squeezing on her shoulder.
Lee told me he would be taking my day which was Tuesday but he was glad to make the switch this one time.
RL whispered in my ear that Cindy needed me.
Everyone kind of pulled me up to join Wes and Cindy.
“Lane, it’s been a few days and right now it’s after business hours. When we’re on business hours, it’s business. Off business hours, by all means, head home the minute that clock hits. Or you could find out a few things and maybe even find yourself to be a better husband to your wife, father to your kids, member of our team, just by sticking around a bit longer. Cindy here has a few things to say, but only if you have the time.”
For a moment, Lane thought it best to go straight home. The truth when Cindy’s milk touched his lips he wanted more. He needed more.
“I’m really liking this job. How could I not stay? What are we about to get into?” Asked Lane.
CH [4] – Mothers Milkers
It was usually just Cindy and whomever had their special breakfast that day, but the entire team decided to stay a bit longer. Cindy undressed in front of everyone, revealing her milk dripping breasts. She laid herself out on the table.
Wes spoke up to Lane that Cindy was never allowed leave the site. She was to stay in Cabin B and that has been her home the past eight years.
“Cindy is whatever you would like her to be. On your day, it will be you and her and if she says no, you will ignore her pleas. The only rule is you need to milk her first into a jar so the next person can have their special breakfast. Other than that, we all talked about it, and we can be here for a little while, and help you get acquainted, or we can leave you two to talk.”
When Wes told Lane that Cindy wanted to talk, he realized Wes was pinching her shoulder. Cindy was in pain but looked like she enjoyed it. “I’d like to talk to Cindy alone. Where are the jars again?”
Lee handed Lane a jar, showing him where they were, just in case. The team filtered out. As Cindy and Lane were alone, Lane made small talk to see how Cindy reacted.
“You can put your clothes back on” Lane told Cindy.
“Milk me first Lane.” As Lane stared upon her body, he moved the jar to her breast and started squeezing.
A few jars were filled, one for the road and one for the fridge. Cindy had Lane write Ro’s name down as it was her day for a special breakfast tomorrow.
“Put that other jar in the fridge and come suck on mommy’s milky boob for a minute,” suggested Cindy.
Lane found himself quenching his thirst on her boob while fingering her asshole. Cindy would try not to say no to anything Lane wanted. Since it was his first time and all. The truth is Cindy wanted more. Her mind was naturally fucked and the disdain from someone to make her their slave, to use and dirty her up like an unimportant dirty pan or worn-out socks, was all too satisfying to her.
Cindy bluntly told Lane what she hadn’t gone over with anyone else. That he was to treat her like a sex slave, without any empathy.
Lane decided he wanted information, and asked who was her first. For a moment she wouldn’t tell, testing him to push her limits. He bit her nipple hard while milk spilled out of his mouth.
“Lee, Lee took me first” Cindy yelled.
“Whose slut slave are you?” asked Lane.
“I’m yours today. Ro’s tomorrow.” Cindy answered.
Lane had enough milk, even though it had a heavenly taste, his gear was throbbing for something more. His gear was rock hard as he pushed Cindy off the table. Her knees pounded on the floor as Lane guided himself into her asshole. Cindy yelled for him to stop but he kept going, spreading her poop hole as far as it could stretch around his swollen gear.
He pulled it out and realized he had to take a piss and pushed his gear back in. He lifted Cindy up from behind and walked her outside with his dick in her asshole the whole time. The two made it to the trash cans where Lane put the pressure of his body on Cindy. She felt pain from all the rocks and was secretly loving every second of the abuse, even the smell of the trash.
Lane pulled his gear out and began pissing on Cindy, yellowing Cindy’s shirt, and body. Lane pulled her shirt completely off and wiped Cindy down. He carried her to her cabin and put her in the shower. He rinsed her, washed her body, placed her on the bed with her ass facing up and then handled his gear until he came a big load on her back.
Cindy was in heaven even though tears poured out of her eyes.
Lane had made his way home, having been satisfied by Cindy’s mommy boobs, he was able to regain momentum and fuck his wife’s school girl ass each and every night.
**
The next day, everyone patted Ro on the shoulder. Lee had gotten the right size spoon that Ro liked. I had gotten to be the one to collect the milk from the fridge. It was a pretty wild, intense evening and Cindy was Cindy. Who knows what her and Ro will do later, but one thing is for sure, I sure can’t wait till it’s my night again!
