(One-shot)Isabella's Queensguard : Just another night (Freeuse)

Isabella had barely walked into her bedroom, drained and tired from a long night of hosting foreign diplomats, when she found herself **** onto her knees, a thick cock forcing itself between her lips. Her heart jumped into her throat, as she looked up to see a man in the signature red beret of the Queensguard standing before her.

Isabella didn't have time to make out who it was, as the man grabbed her head and **** his cock deep into her mouth. He groaned with delight, forcing himself all the way into her throat, feeling the tightness around his length.

Her eyes began to water, her throat rejecting the thick meat entering and plugging it. She struggled for air, but the man refused to budge, his cock firmly lodged inside her.

The man began to thrust his hips back and forth, his hands holding Isabella in place. She could feel her saliva building up inside her mouth, dribbling down her chin. Her tongue slid along the underside of his cock as it **** its way in and out of her throat, helpless against the ****. She tried to focus from blacking out, her lungs screaming for air.

Finally, the man released her, allowing her to gasp and sputter for air. He smirked, watching her cough and ****, a trail of saliva still connecting her lips to his cock. She looked up at him, tears staining her face, mascara running down her cheeks, realising who it was.

"What the fuck, Munoz?!" she cried, her voice raspy. "Can't you give me a little warning before you do that?"

He chuckled, his cock twitching, slick with her saliva. "Where's the fun in that, Presidente?" he said. "Besides, I can't resist your lips, especially after you've kept me waiting here for an entire evening to flirt with those foreign asshole."

"Yeah, yeah," she grumbled. "Just give me a second, would you?"

"No time," he replied, grabbing her by the hair and pushing her head back down to his crotch. She yelped, opening her mouth just in time for his cock to enter it again. This time, he did not **** himself in all at once, allowing her to slowly suck him off, her lips wrapped tightly around his girth, her tongue teasing his head. She could taste the salty precum, her pussy beginning to tingle.

Munoz moaned, his grip on her hair tightening, the warmth of her mouth enveloping his cock. He felt her tongue dance, swirling around his cockhead and teasing the sensitive slit. He looked down at her, his cock throbbing as her dark brown eyes met his. He loved the sight of his Presidente on her knees, her lips wrapped around his cock, cheeks hollowed as she sucked on it dutifully.

Isabella moaned, her pussy growing wet, her own juices beginning to leak out. She began bobbing her head up and down, sucking Munoz off. Her hands moved to his balls, massaging them gently. His groans became deeper, his grip on her hair tighter, as she teased him. She could feel him throbbing, his cock growing even larger.

Munoz grunted, pulling his cock out of Isabella's mouth. He slapped her face with his wet cock, causing her to whimper.

"What?" she whined. "I was just getting into it!"

"Don't worry, I'm going to make sure you're plenty into it," he replied, slapping her face again with his cock. He pulled her up to her feet, hands grasping at the hem of her shirt. With a swift tug, he ripped it open, buttons flying everywhere. Her breasts bounced in her exposed bra and she gasped in shock.

"What the fuck, Munoz! This was a designer shirt, you prick!" she exclaimed.

He simply shrugged, pulling the remains of the shirt off her shoulders and throwing them to the side. He then reached around her back, expertly unclasping her bra with a single motion, tossing it aside to join the ruined shirt.

His hands immediately found her freed breasts, squeezing them roughly, his fingers pinching her nipples. She yelped, squirming in his grip.

"Stop it, you fucking bastard!" she cried. "I swear to god, that shirt was worth more than your entire salary, I'll—"

She was cut off as Munoz leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers, silencing her. He kissed her passionately, his tongue invading her mouth. She resisted for a moment, but soon found herself melting into his embrace, her body yielding to his touch. He pulled her onto the bed, her breasts bouncing as she landed on the soft mattress.

Munoz stepped towards her, his hands looking for her pink skirt next.

"Munoz, I like this skirt. And if you fucking rip it, I swear I'm going to send you back to the jungles. You'll be spending the rest of your life in a fucking trench, you understand?" Isabella hissed.

He hesitated, her threats cutting through his lustful haze. He quickly found the zipper on the side, and pulled it down, the fabric sliding off her smooth skin, revealing her toned body underneath. She laid there on the bed, wearing only a pair of white lace panties, her olive skin now glistening with sweat from the exertion. Her firm breasts rose and fell with her breaths, her nipples hardening in the cool air.

Munoz felt his cock throb as he drank in the sight of her. He quickly unbuttoned his own uniform, though his beret stayed on. A soldier must always be presentable, after all. He shrugged the jacket off, revealing a chiseled chest and arms, covered in tattoos. His pants and boxers were the next to go, and finally he was naked, his thick cock standing at attention, rock hard, the veins bulging along its length.

Isabella bit her lip as she stared at his cock, her pussy growing wet with anticipation. Munoz knelt on the bed, leaning over her, his cock brushing against her stomach. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth, his hands running along her body. His fingers traced the curves of her breasts, moving lower, teasing her pussy through the damp lace.

She moaned, arching her back, pressing herself against him. She felt his cock, hard and throbbing, against her leg. She reached down and grabbed his ass, pulling him closer.

"Fine, Munoz," she breathed. "Fuck me."

Munoz needed no further invitation, and quickly hooked his fingers around her panties, sliding them down her legs. Her pussy was revealed, shaved and wet, her juices already leaking. He positioned his cock at her entrance, teasing her, rubbing his head against her slit. She moaned, grinding her hips against him, **** for more.

Munoz smiled and then plunged into her, his thick cock filling her in a single motion. She cried out, her walls stretching to accommodate him. He groaned, the tightness of her pussy sending a shiver of pleasure up his spine. He began to thrust, his cock sliding in and out of her with ease.

Isabella gasped, the sensation of his cock filling her sending waves of ecstasy through her body. She grabbed onto his back, her nails digging into his skin, leaving marks. The pain only added to his pleasure, and he grunted, his pace increasing.

They fucked, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. Their bodies were slick with sweat, their grunts and moans mingling in the air.

"Fuck, Munoz," Isabella moaned, her breasts bouncing with every thrust. "You feel so fucking good!"

Munoz said nothing, but continued his **** on her pussy, his cock pounding into her relentlessly.

Isabella could feel herself approaching her climax, the waves of pleasure growing more intense. She held onto Munoz, her nails scratching his back.

"Harder," she gasped. "I want to feel your thick cock all the way in my womb."

Munoz grunted, the sensation of her pussy clenching around his cock bringing him closer to his own release. He slammed into her, his pelvis meeting hers, his balls slapping her ass cheeks. She cried out, her walls tightening even further.

"F-fuck!" she moaned, her toes curling, her body wracked with pleasure. Her entire body trembled, and she lost the ability to speak, broken moans and cries escaping her lips. Munoz continued to pound her pussy, his cock driving her over the edge. She screamed, her body convulsing, the pleasure overwhelming her.

Munoz felt her walls clamping down on his cock, the sudden tightness making him gasp. Everytime he pulled out, her pussy clenched, trying to keep him inside. It felt like quicksand, threatening to suck him in and swallow him whole. He grunted, the sensation pushing him over the edge, his cock throbbing.

"F-fuck," he grunted, his hips bucking, his cock buried deep inside her. "I'm cumming!"

With a final grunt, he exploded, his thick load erupting into her, flooding her womb. He pumped her full of his seed, his cock twitching and throbbing. They rode out their orgasms, their bodies entwined, their cries of ecstasy mingling in the air.

Munoz collapsed onto her, panting, his cock slowly softening inside her.

She smiled, her chest rising and falling, her breaths shallow. "That was fucking incredible, Munoz," she said.

"Damn straight," he replied, his fingers trailing along her sweat-slick skin.

"But I still have a lot of documents to review before bed, so get the fuck off me."