Everybody gets to fuck

"I think I owe you men a reward for saving my life," she said softly. "Perhaps its only fair if all of them had a turn in the bed tonight."

Alvarez grinned, and the other men looked at each other, their faces lighting up.

"If that's what my Presidente wants, then so be it," Alvarez said. He slipped his cock out of her, his seed dripping down her thighs, and pulled himself up.

"Corporal Martinez!" He barked at the man guarding the door. "I believe your shift has ended. The Presidente would like to invite you to share her bed until the next shift's done.

"Sir, yes, sir!" Martinez said, practically leaping to his feet.

Isabella watched as he approached, pulling off his armor plate and uniform, and felt a flutter of anticipation.

"Don't worry, boys," Alvarez said, addressing the rest of the squad. "You'll each get a turn. For now, we need to maintain the watch."

The men nodded eagerly, and the next man on shift took his spot by the door.

Martinez wasted no time, climbing onto the bed and pulling Isabella into his arms. She felt his manhood, already rock-hard, pressing against her leg, and she couldn't help but wonder if all soldiers were as large as the first two.

"Tell me, Corporal," she purred, running her hands along his broad shoulders. "What do you desire?"

"To please you, ma'am," he whispered, his hands roaming across her body, his fingers digging into her flesh.

She moaned, the feeling of his rough, calloused hands on her skin sending shivers down her spine.

"You're such a good soldier," she breathed, her mouth next to his ear, her lips brushing against his skin.

He growled, the sound sending a thrill through her, and pulled her on top of him, their bodies pressed together. She could feel his heart racing, his chest rising and falling with each breath.

She straightened herself, reaching behind to grasp his cock, guiding its tip into her wet folds.

The room was soon filled with the sounds of their moans, her body bouncing on his. Isabella leaned forward, her face inches from his, her dark eyes burning with desire.

"Fuck me, Martinez," she panted, her lips grazing his, her breath hot on his skin.

He responded, thrusting up into her, hands grabbing at her breasts. Isabella cried out, the pleasure almost too much to bear, and she felt another orgasm building within her.

Martinez was not one to disappoint, his thrusts hard and fast, his manhood filling her completely. Isabella threw her head back, her hair cascading down her shoulders, her body moving in time with his.

She could feel her body tense up, the pressure building, her climax approaching. She bit her lip, trying to hold back, wanting to prolong the sensation, but his steady pace was relentless.

Isabella writhed in pleasure, her body trembling, her skin slick with sweat. Martinez growled, his grip on her tightening, his movements becoming more erratic.

She felt her orgasm erupt within her, waves of pleasure washing over her, her body shaking with the intensity of it. Martinez let out a strangled cry, his manhood twitching inside her, his seed spurting into her.

She collapsed on top of him, their bodies entwined, her breasts pressed onto his broad chest. Their breathing was ragged, their hearts racing, and they basked in the afterglow of their passion.

"Thank you, my queen," Martinez whispered, his lips grazing her ear.

Isabella smiled, her mind spinning, her body humming with satisfaction.