The rest of the night

It took Martinez a few minutes to reload, his hands exploring her curves, playing and pinching her nipples as they lay in post-coital bliss. When he was finally ready again, she rolled onto her back, her legs spread, her hips rising.

"Come here, my brave soldier," she purred.

He was only too happy to oblige, climbing onto her, entering her slowly, his cock parting her wet folds, both of them letting out low moans of pure bliss.

"That's it," she breathed, her body arching, her hands grasping at his back, his muscles taut under her fingertips.

"I want you to use all of your strength," she continued, her voice low and husky, the words coming out in a breathy moan.

Martinez groaned, his pace increasing, his manhood sliding in and out of her, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through her body. Wet, slapping noises filled the bunker as their bodies collided, and the bed creaked beneath them, straining against the onslaught of their passion.

Isabella's nails dug into his skin, leaving trails of red welts across his back, her thighs wrapping around his hips, pulling him deeper inside her.

"Yes," she gasped, her breath catching in her throat, the pleasure almost too much to bear. "Harder."

Martinez gasped, pushed to his limits, his rhythm relentless, his hips slamming into her, his cock driving into her core. Isabella's body writhed beneath him, her hips grinding against his, the tension within her building.

"Come for me, soldier," she breathed, her words barely audible over the sounds of their passion.

Martinez let out a guttural cry, his cock throbbing uncontrollably, his seed erupting inside her once more. Isabella screamed, her own orgasm pulsing through her, the pleasure coursing through her veins.

Their bodies trembled, the waves of their climaxes crashing over them, their cries of ecstasy filling the bunker.

Eventually, they came down, their breathing ragged, their hearts pounding. Martinez rolled off her, his manhood still semi-hard, glistening with their shared fluids.

"That was amazing," Isabella whispered, getting onto her knees and putting her face into his lap.

She took his cock into her mouth and sucked him clean, licking and kissing his twitching meat like a lollipop.

"You don't have to, Presidente," he muttered, his voice heavy with exhaustion.

Isabella released him with a wet pop and moved up his body, her tongue darting out to tease his nipples.

"I want to," she said, her lips brushing against his skin.

"But you look like you could use some sleep," she added, her dark eyes gazing into his.

He gave a tired nod, and she climbed into his lap, nestling into his arms. She laid her head on his chest, the sound of his heartbeat a soothing rhythm in her ears.

30 minutes later

Isabella was jolted awake by a hand shaking her shoulder. She sat up quickly, blinking her eyes, trying to focus.

"What is it?" She asked, her voice low and sleepy.

"My shift ended, and Lt. Alvarez said its time..." came the reply.

She looked up and saw Corporal Mora standing over her, his face illuminated by the glow of a candle.

"Time for what?" She asked, her mind still groggy.

"Time for me to have a go," he said, his eyes raking over her naked form.

Isabella's breath caught in her throat as his words registered.

"I... yes, of course," she murmured, her heart hammering in her chest.

She shook Martinez awake, and he stumbled obediently out of the bed, military discipline kicking in despite his obvious exhaustion.

"Come here, Mora," she called, patting the mattress.

The Corporal wasted no time, climbing onto the bed and pulling her close. Isabella reached out to his lap, feeling his hardness pressing against his pants, and she shivered in anticipation.

"Please, Presidente," he said, his eyes shining in the candlelight. "May I take you?"

"Yes," she whispered, the word coming out as a breathy moan.

Mora let out a low growl, his eyes dark with lust, and pulled her onto his lap, her thighs straddling his hips.

His lips found hers, and they kissed, the heat between them growing. His tongue danced across her lips, tasting her, and she sighed, melting into his embrace.

They fucked, slow and steady. He bounced her on his cock until he came, her breasts swung freely with each slow thrust. He recovered faster than Martinez, and bent her over the bed, taking her from behind this time, his hands gripping her hips as he drove himself deep inside her, cum spilling out of her pussy with each hard thrust. Afterwards, she did the same as before, servicing his cock and balls with her mouth until it was shiny and clean.

An hour later...

Isabella came again, though she had lost count by now. It was a constant haze of pleasure, a whirlwind of sensations, her body being used by her devoted guards. The shift has been fully rotated, Lt. Alvarez sitting by the door, Isabella having pleasured every man in the bunker. She was now in the embrace of Pvt. Sosa, the newest recruit. He was the tallest member of the team, and had lifted her into the air to fuck her. Her legs rested over his arms, his hands clasped around the small of her back to support. It had allowed him to bounce her on his cock like a ragdoll, his thrusts strong and deep.

"Oh fuck," she moaned, her eyes rolling back, her body shuddering.

Sosa said nothing, his face a mask of concentration, his movements steady and deliberate. He began walking, Isabella still impaled on his shaft, carrying her around the bunker, their bodies joined. The other soldiers, while initially catching some shut-eye between their shift and fucking Isabella, were now all wide awake, watching the spectacle.

"You like being fucked like this, Presidente?" Sosa asked, his voice a low growl.

"Yes," she moaned, her head lolling back, her eyes half-lidded.

"Good," he grunted, his hips beginning to thrust up, meeting the entire weight of Isabella as she bounced on his cock. Though he did not have the longest member among the men, it still rammed hard into her, reaching depths she did not know were possible.

"Fuck me, Private," she gasped, her words coming out in breathy pants, the sound of her ass slapping against his thighs filling the bunker.

He responded, his pace quickening, his hands digging into her back, her body swaying in the air.

With a grunt and a jerk, he pulled her down a final time, burying his cock deep inside her. She let out a cry, her pussy clenching around him, the sudden fullness almost overwhelming.

"Cum for me," she whispered, her eyes burning with lust, her breath hot on his ear.

He moaned, his face twisted in ecstasy, his hips bucking against hers. Isabella felt the familiar warmth spread through her body, his seed filling her, coating her insides.

They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies intertwined, their hearts beating as one. Then, with a shudder, he set her down on the floor, his manhood slipping out of her, her thighs drenched in their combined juices.