Go swimming already!

You head down to the apartment complex's modest pool. Bianca is around your arm. You smile as you see the beauty that's with you. Neither of you are ashamed to be seen with each other. Bianca looks amazing in her tight bikini, revealing a bit of breast for all to behold.

The pool is empty for once. You decide you want to lounge at the nearby poolside and watch your woman getting wet. You take your pick of beach chairs and lounge. "Go ahead and take a swim." You say. "Thank you for allowing me to do so, John." Bianca whispers in your ear. She heads to the women's locker room first. You begin to wonder why.

Bianca's emerges from the locker room dripping wet. Ah, she must have rinsed herself. Pool regulations and all that. Not to mention the load of cum you must have left in her pussy. Bianca walks to the deep end of the pool, right in front of you. The water cascades off her hair and drips down her body. She looks like a goddess.

You totally check her out. Bianca dives in to the deep end of the pool, effortlessly swimming to the other end. It looks like you're not the only one excited to watch Bianca, 5 other men in swimsuits line the edge of the pool. "Damn." "Shit!" "She's so hot." You hear curses of appreciation as they look at Bianca's body.

Hearing the men praising your property brings a smile to your eyes. "Yeah she is." You say to the other men. They nod, "Yeah, I would fuck her all night." "I wonder if she's single." You smirk. "Nope." One of the guys laughs. He's obviously a stud, completely ripped. "Like she'd go out with the likes of you! She's way out of your league, fatso. She needs a real man."

This makes you a bit mad. You decide right then and there to show him who Bianca's boss really is. "Bianca!" You call out. Bianca stops swimming, sticking her head out of the water and looking right at you, ignoring the other men. You hold up your hand and snap your fingers.

Bianca climbs out of the pool. You and the other guys catch a full eyeload of the water dripping down her exposed breasts and perfect bikini body. She walks over to you, sits down on your armrest, and drapes an arm over you. "Something you need, John?"

The jock is stunned for a moment but regains his composure. "Hey babe, why you hangin' out with that fat loser? Come on, I'll show you a real good time. You'll be with a real man." Bianca turns to you. "John, may I please have permission to tell him off?"

You grin. "Make it hurt." Bianca stands up and slaps the shit out of the jock. "I am with a real man. Never talk about John like that again or I'll crush your nuts until they fall off." Bianca grabs your hand. "You heard the lady." You say. "This isn't over." The jock steams off, his posse in tow.

"He's going to be a problem. Feel free to take care of him. You belong to me." You say. Bianca nods, "My pleasure to rid your life of people like him, Master." Youa and Bianca spend some time swimming together in peace. You have a great time splashing and otherwise playing in the water. Before you know it, it's gotten late and the pool begins to close for the night.

"We should get going home, Master. You have a full day at the plant tomorrow and need your rest." Bianca says. You agree with Bianca and head back to your apartment, hand-in-hand.