The Party Begins

Isabella could not believe her ears. Had the lieutenant forgotten his promise to keep the order? And what about her? She had just came, harder than she ever had in her life, but there was no time to rest. There were still twenty or so men waiting, and she was in for a long night.

As Sergeant Jones stepped forward and dropped his pants, revealing a girthy, but average length dick, the lieutenant stepped back and watched.

Without hesitation, he plunged into her, and her back arched, her pussy stretching to accommodate his girth. It felt different from the Lieutenant, who was much thicker, and he began to pound her hard and fast. She moaned, her hands grasping the sides of the table, and her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him in.

Isabella was already slick with the lieutenant's sizeable cum deposit, and her juices were flowing, making his cock slide in with ease. He was pounding her hard and fast, and his balls were slapping against her ass. Her tits were bouncing with each thrust, and she could feel another orgasm building. Before she could cry out in ecstasy, a mouth was stuffed with a cock as yet another sergeant joined in the fun.

Her moans were muffled as she sucked him off, and Jones was grunting, sweat pouring off his forehead and onto her taut stomach. Her body was a canvas, and it glistened, her muscles rippling with every thrust.

She came again, her pussy clenching Jones' cock and milking it. She was stuck like a pig on a roast, each thrust from one man sending her deeper onto the other. They settled in a comfortable rhythm, Jones slamming his cock into her, and the sergeant in her mouth thrusting to meet him. The two of them were fucking her with a passion, and the room was filled with the wet slapping sounds of their bodies colliding, and her moans and muffled screams.

Jones was nearing his climax, and his pace quickened. With a final grunt, he came, his seed mixing with the lieutenant's in her pussy.

He pulled out and slapped her on the thigh.

"That was a good fuck, Presidente. Thank you."

Isabella, who was still sucking off the sergeant, nodded. She could feel her own wetness dripping out, and she shuddered, the sensation of the cum leaking out of her sending a tingle up her spine.

Before she could catch her breath, another man stepped forward. He was a corporal, taller than Jones, and his cock was much larger.

"My turn, Presidente."

The sergeant in her mouth switched out for a turn at her pussy, and the corporal laid his nutsack on Isabella's face. She opened her mouth, licking and sucking on them, enjoying the musky scent. He moaned, and rubbed his shaft on her face, leaving a trail of precum on her cheeks.

"Oh yeah, suck on those balls, you whore. You love my big, black cock, don't you?"

Isabella moaned, and nodded.

She felt the sergeant thrust into her sore and abused pussy, and squealed. Before long, she felt a new pair of hands maul at her breasts. A brave corporal perhaps, too impatient to wait in line. She did not protest, and he massaged her tits, pinching her nipples.

"You want more, whore?"

Isabella moaned and nodded. She was beyond the point of caring, her mind had shut down, all she could think of was the feeling of the cocks inside her. She needed more.