The Pool
Isha
After breakfast of some delicious omelets, and Mic’s glares at Ford all through breakfast, Ford took me out back to the pool. It was hot. It was only ten a.m. and I obviously forgot how hot it can get in Vegas. Even the slight breeze was too
warm.
“Thought we could cool off in the pool,” Ford said.
“What about the others?”
“They have work to do, I don’t, and I was given the order to make sure I keep you entertained. I think they’re afraid if you get bored you’ll leave.”
“You’re not afraid of that?” I asked, teasingly, dipping a toe in the pool and humming. It was not too cold, it was actually really nice.
“Nah, I’d just chase after you and bring you back,” he chuckled.
“Would you? You seem like a pretty easy-going guy. Out of the four of you, I feel you’re just in this for the fun of it. I could be anyone. I don’t want to hinder your dating life.”
He was the only one I wasn’t sure about. Dawson, Mic and Davis have expressed wanting me completely, but Ford is a big old flirt, which I had no problem with, but I didn’t want him to commit himself to me just because the others were.
He looked at me incredulously. His jaw dropped, and then he snapped it shut, and his brows furrowed.
“Isha, I know I’m light-hearted with you, but it’s because it’s how you make me feel. Talking to you, texting you and being with you, it quiets something in me. I have our guys, but when it comes to you, I soften, I feel relaxed, like my demons are
gone, and I can just breathe,” he said, earnestly. He stepped towards me and grabbed both of my hands.
“Please believe me. I want you like I’ve never wanted a woman before, and I’ve been with women, Isha, probably more than
the other guys. Not one has ever made me feel the way you do.”
I smiled at him. That was lovely to hear.
“I’m glad to hear this. I love our texts and you’re so fun. At the barbecue you had me in stitches before we played Truth or
Dare. Tell me more about you?”
Besides, tracking and extracting with our guys, I like to swim, I like to play pool and darts. I love scary and action movies. I’m a big outdoors guy. I like to hike and bike ride too. My favorite color is light brown. Besides that phenomenal ass of yours, your eyes are what drew me in. You’re breathtaking, Isha.”
“Thank you. Your relationship with Mic and Davis I find fascinating. But I also don’t want to get in between you guys, so if
any of you aren’t sure about me, please let me know.”
“We’re sure, Princess. You’re it for us. Just when it comes to Davis, be patient with him please. He’s very embarrassed by his stutter, but he’s working on it. Also, we all sometimes have nightmares Isha. I don’t know if the others told you, but I want to be completely transparent with you. No secrets. I feel like that destroys any relationship.”
“I agree,” I said.
“Well, that’s about enough with the heavy sh*t. Let’s swim.”
“I don’t have a suit,” I said.
He grinned wickedly and started to strip out of his clothes. I smiled broadly and whipped off my t-shirt and his boxer
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briefs. I turned and heard him curse and say something about my ass. I looked over my shoulder and winked at him,
before diving in. Oh, it was glorious. The water was perfect. I glided in the pool, my strokes even and strong. I loved to swim. That’s one thing both Jason and I had in common. We both loved the water.
A tug on my foot had me squealing. I came up, and Ford was laughing. He also had goggles on, and I couldn’t help
smiling.
“Why do you have goggles on?”
“So, I can look at you underwater without my eyes stinging later. You know that old John Mayer song, ‘Your Body is a
Wonderland’, your body, Isha, is a f*cking Wonderland,” he said, gathering me into his arms.
I felt his hard c*ck brushing my lower stomach. I shifted and brought my legs around his waist and nestled his shaft in between my lips. I rocked my hips up and down his length. He shuddered and then groaned, putting his head on my
shoulder. He took off his goggles and kissed my shoulder.
“F*ck, My Naughty Princess, you really know how to make a guy’s knees weak.”
I moaned and leaned a little back, he clasped my ass and moved me up and down his c*ck. I crossed my ankles behind him and used my legs to hold him tighter to me.
“Jesus,” he groaned. He leaned down and captured one of my n*pples in his mouth.
I moved my hips faster, it felt so good as my clit dragged along his length. I wanted to c*m so badly. He was helping me
move as he chanted f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, and then I went too high and when I slid back down, I engulfed his whole length.
Both of us moaned loudly. I went f*cking wild, bouncing on his c*ck to my heart’s content. I didn’t care at the moment if
he was finding any pleasure because I was chasing mine.
“F*ck Princess, you’re so f*cking tight, smooth and silky. You feel so good, baby.” He brought me up to his lips and
kissed the f*cking daylights out of me.
He continued to pump into me. He held my hips still, and he was now going to town on me. The water was churning
around us. I exploded around him, and he growled low in his throat. He took steps to the stairs of the pool. Every step he
took hit something deep inside me and I came again, my body shaking as I held him close.
“F***CK! You’re going to make me c*m, and I’m not ready yet. You feel too f*cking good,” he gritted out.
He went over to a lounge chair. He pulled out of me, and I whimpered.
“Don’t worry baby, we aren’t done yet.”
He put me on my feet, turned me and bent me over.
He slammed back into me and f*cked me hard, his balls were slapping against my p*ssy. He had a grip on my ass that
was almost too much. There would be bruises later.
“This ass is so f*cking gorgeous. I love watching it jiggle with each thrust. Your ass is magic,” he whispered, as he clasped my hips and f*cked me back on to him as he thrusted forward. I was not in control of my movements at all. I collapsed forward, my face on the plush cushion as I screamed my release. He all of a sudden stood on the lounger to come over me more and he f*cked me into the mattress so hard. I felt him spit on my a*shole and his thumb circled it. I felt him put pressure and his thumb popped in. He held me there, thrusting in and out over and over. His thumb would go deeper and deeper and, for a third time in so many minutes, I burst again, but this time he roared and came too. I felt his hips and c*ck jerking, his arms were on either side of me and I saw the one in front of me shaking.
He pulled out of me and then all of a sudden he was behind me on his knees and he was cleaning me up with his tongue.
I guess he liked the taste of himself.
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When he was finished, he rolled me to my back and kissed me, spitting some of his c*m into my mouth and I moaned. So f*king dirty and I loved it.
“You’re such a good girl, Princess. I love the taste of us combined. Now, let’s go to the outdoor shower and clean up. Then you can let me hold you on the couch while we watch another movie.”
I didn’t have anything to say, I was spent and let him take the lead. Being taken care of like this was so foreign to me, and I was enjoying every bit of it.
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I was on the phone in the room that I used as a home office. I looked at the time on my computer and sighed. It was two in the afternoon. I wanted to spend time with Isha this morning, but then Dawson got a series of emails on a new client.
He needed us to rescue his sister from an abusive marriage. Apparently, the woman was kept captive, locked in their home with no way out. Their help kept their eyes on her and reported to him constantly.
She had been able to reach out to him by using her husband’s computer he had left open when he went to take a shower.
She sent one word. HELP! And then deleted everything on her end.
She lived in France with her husband. She had no family or friends to help her and their house also had guards that roamed the grounds of their estate. I was in charge of getting the aerial surveillance, the blueprints of the grounds and the estate. Right now, I am on the phone with a man in France discussing the logistics of getting old and new blueprints. The new ones I can get myself by hacking into the digital public records. But for some reason the old blueprints never got uploaded, so I had to go the old-fashioned route and talk to someone, which was a chore for me. Lucky for me, my
stutter didn’t happen while using a foreign language.
A soft knock came to my door and I looked up. I smiled when Isha peeked in. I waved her over as I talked to Jaque
Polson.
I spoke fluently to him about obtaining the blueprints as soon as possible. I had my eyes on Isha and her eyebrows rose in surprise. She had one of Ford’s T-shirts on and I didn’t like it. I scowled at her and stood up, putting my phone on speaker and lying it on the desk. I started unbuttoning my shirt. Now, I was just going to give her my shirt, but the moment I started to undress, her smile went wide, and she whipped off the shirt she was wearing, and I sucked in a breath so harsh I started to cough. In just Ford’s boxer briefs she was stunning.
“Ca’va?” Jaque asked.
“Oui, I am fine,” I said in a mix of French and English, but really all the blood in my head rushed to my d*ck, and then she stripped off the boxer briefs. I mouthed ‘Oh f*ck, and she beamed as she sauntered over to me.
She finished taking my shirt off and tossing it on the ground, and then she dropped to her knees and started to unbuckle, unbutton, and unzip my slacks. They fell to my ankles. I was half listening to the excuses Jaque was giving me because my sole focus was now on the gorgeous woman on her knees in front of me.
I spoke rapid French to hurry him along, and the liquid heat that hit Isha’s eyes had me pausing. She liked it. She likes hearing me speak another language, so I slowed down and put a little more warmth in my tone as I seduced her with my
random words.
I watched her lick her lips as she pulled my boxer briefs down and my d*ck sprang out. She grasped me and I inhaled slowly. With her other hand she pushed a little and I sat in my office chair.
“Yes, I really need them as ssssoon as ppposible,” I said, the first time ever stuttering in French as she wrapped her pretty lips around the head of my c*ck. She swirled her tongue around my head and flicked it against the sensitive underside, and I groaned.
“Are you sure you are okay, my friend?” Jaque asked again.
“Fine,” I barely said, as Isha deep throated my c*ck, and I felt her tongue come out and swipe along my b*ll sack.
My eyes closed, she started to bob her head up and down. I couldn’t keep my hands to myself and I fisted her beautiful hair in a pony and started helping her..
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“So, you see, it’s a little difficult to give you what you need.”
“It’s so not difficult,” I whispered. I watched her swallow and I groaned low. “Just do it, I’ll pay double.”
She gagged, and I growled, “Take it all,” I whispered to her.
“Excuse me?”
“Sorry Jaque, just thinking out loud,” I said.
She breathed through her nose and took me deeper and I hummed. So f*cking good.
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Jaque rambled on, and I grabbed Isha’s head and shoved her down to hold her, feeling her swallowing. She has no idea what she is doing to me. She’s unraveling me, and I was about to f*ck her pretty mouth like a man possessed. She tapped my thigh and I let her up. She gasped for air, and Jaque paused.
“Keep going,” I said to both of them. I wiped the saliva off of her chin, and then I shoved her back down as I thrusted up. I used her mouth and throat and to my utter astonishment she took it like she was made to take my c*ck in her mouth all
her life.
The sounds she was now making were becoming a little obscene, but I just didn’t give a flying f*ck, it felt so good, and
Jaque didn’t seem to notice.
“Here it comes, baby,” I whispered.
And I went all the way down her throat, Her nose hit my groin and I grunted, trying my hardest not to shout as I came
down her talented throat.
Jaque was quiet. Did he ask me a question?
“I’m sorry, got distracted,” I said as Isha came off me, licking every drop from my shaft and then licking the bit on the sides
of her mouth. She was so s*xy.
I picked her up and had her straddle me. I got in the drawer of my desk and pulled out a condom. She stopped my hand
and shook her head. I felt the heat blaze in my eyes. Oh, sh*t, does she want me raw?
“I asked if I could get them to you in two days,” Jaque said.
“Jaque, I need them today, I’ll pay triple.”
I slid into her and her head fell back. I attacked her neck with my mouth and tongue. She was so tight, so wet. Her walls
were soft and warm. I helped her move up and down in a slow pace. I sucked her neck between my lips. There was
going to be another hickey on her.
“That’s seventy-five thousand for just some blueprints,” Jaque said.
“I’m desperate,” I said. But those words weren’t for Jaque, they were for Isha, who lifted her head and looked into my
eyes.
She rotated her hips as she rocked on top of me. She grasped my face and brought her lips to mine. She moved with grace and perfection. She slid up and down my shaft while Jaque talked. She ground down on me, making me groan just a little too loudly.
“You don’t sound so good, my friend. I’ll get those blueprints by the end of the day for you. Might be a little late, but you’ll have them before midnight your time.”
“Thank you Jaque,” I said. He said goodbye and I let him end our call because I had Isha’s ass in my hands, and I was not letting go.
“F*ck baby. I was just giving you my shirt because I wanted my clothes on you. But this is better,” I said, kissing her jaw.
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She giggled and moved on me faster and harder. We didn’t say another word until we both exploded. She bit my shoulder as she screamed at the same time and I shouted with my release.
Then I just held her.
“You let me c’m in you,” I said.
1 trust you, I’m clean, I know you and the guys are. Dawson showed me all your medical reports. I’m also on birth control. And I wanted to feel you. I didn’t want a barrier between us.”
“I’m so glad,” I whispered. Her head was on my shoulder, and I was petting the back of her head and following the line of
her hair.
“Davis, I didn’t know you could speak French. You speak it, so well.”
I smiled and then pulled her back to look at her.
“I can speak Italian and Spanish too. For some reason, my stutter doesn’t happen when I sing or speak in a foreign
language.”
“You seem to be doing well with English too,” she said, smiling, running her fingers through my hair and scraping her nails
along my scalp. It felt so f*cking good.
That’s because I’ve been practicing my tongue twisters and I feel comfortable around you.”
“Do you like me that much, Davis?” she teased.
I looked at her deeply. “I so like you, Isha. More than you know.”
“Can I sleep with you tonight, Davis?”
My insides lit with joy. I thought she would pick Dawson or Ford to sleep with.
“Yes, I’d like that very much.”
“Good, because this was just a snack.” She kissed my lips, then my nose. She got off of me and dropped to her knees.
She licked me clean, which had me going rock hard again. She then winked at me, picked up my shirt and put it on with
Ford’s boxer briefs.
There’s a couple of sundresses in my closet and a pack of undies in my top drawer. No bras,” I said, smiling.
She giggled, kissed me one more time and left my office. Well, that was a nice snack.
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Isha
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You would think being f*cked by four men in the matter of two days I’d be sore as f*ck and exhausted. But with the help of a icy d*ldo and the wonderful after-dinner massage that Davis was currently giving me, I feel fantastic.
Dawson, Mic and Ford had to go out for whatever supplies they needed for the mission they were to go on. They didn’t have enough here at the house, so they went to Becks Security to get what they needed. They were initially leaving tomorrow to go back home and work in their branch, but with this mission and them here, it would be better for them to leave right away after they were geared up. Once Davis got the blueprints they needed, they were leaving, and I was so sad about it. But I wasn’t going to show them that. They didn’t need me to burden them with my feelings.
“Mmm, that’s so good, Davis. Can you dig just a little harder where my thighs meet my butt, please.”
He did as I asked and I moaned again. We were in his room. After dinner, when the guys left, he asked if I wanted to cuddle in his bed and watch a movie and, of course, I said yes. Who wouldn’t want to cuddle with a gorgeous light-brown-haired, green-eyed muscular man? He had one tattoo. He said it was the SEALS emblem. It was an Eagle with
an anchor, trident and gun. It was on his left shoulder and absolutely beautiful.
Davis was also hairless. He didn’t have any chest hair like Ford and Dawson did, and Mic had just a little brown happy trail
that circled his belly button and went down his abs, but Davis was smooth.
I was in my underwear that he bought me, and that was it. When he suggested a full-body massage, I thought that was code for s*x, but he surprised me when he brought out some oil. I took my sundress off that he had bought me and laid
down on his bed while we watched Superbad.
I barely paid attention to the movie. His hands were magic, his fingers found the right spots to dig and turned my
muscles to jelly.
“You’re so good at this, if you ever get tired of the security business, you could be a massage therapist. However, not sure if I’d like your hands all over other women,” I said.
He chuckled. I felt his lips trail down the middle of my shoulder blades.
“I’ll only ever give you and the guys massages. I’ll never touch another person. I’m only yours,” he said quietly.
I rolled, and his hands went straight to my breasts. He started to knead them, it felt phenomenal.
“Is that so? So if, say, Henry Cavill walked up and said, Davis, ‘I want your c*ck,’ you wouldn’t be tempted?” I asked.
“No, I’m not g*y Isha, I just have a connection with Mic, Dawson, and Ford. I don’t find other men attractive.”
“Okay then, what about Kate Upton? She comes to you and is like ‘Davis, I want you, ravish me, you wouldn’t?” I said in a
breathy voice. He started pinching my n*pples, and I couldn’t help arching into him. It felt so good.
“No, you’re it for me Isha, no other woman will ever be in my bed, my heart, my life.”
I blinked at him. He couldn’t mean that?
“Isha, you still don’t understand, do you? Do you think this is all temporary? That one ddday we wwwill just wwwake up and saaay wwe are dddone?”
He was getting upset, and I didn’t mean to upset him.
I brought my hand to his cheek, he leaned into my palm.
“You all can’t know. We’ve just met, we’ve just started this relationship, someone else could come along and capture your
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attention. And although I don’t want that to happen, it could,” I whispered. Because I never thought it would happen to Jason and look how that ended up.
For some reason, I think if the four of them left me like Jason did, I would be more devastated, because I really really liked them. They’ve dug themselves deep, they’ve opened me up to a whole new world.
“It won’t, you’ll see Isha. Just give usss time,” he whispered.
He leaned down and started to kiss me. I wanted to believe him and right now I shoved my insecurities away and enjoyed having him right now. He put his whole weight on me, his hands dove in my hair and held my head at an angle he wanted and devoured my lips. I opened my legs, and he nestled himself in between them. For a good ten minutes, we made out, our hands roaming each other’s bodies, gasping into one another’s mouths when we found a particular delicious spot to caress. We dry humped each other and I don’t think I have ever had a more enjoyable make-out session.
My panties were pulled down my legs and I kicked them the rest of the way off. I was so wet for him. I felt his warm, silky-smooth, c*ck glide between my p*ssy lips. I cried out in pleasure.
“Gggoood,” he gasped, as he put more pressure on my clit with his c*ck. I moaned in agreement.
He lifted his body and kneeled between my legs. He grabbed his c*ck and started smacking it against my clit, making me
gasp.
“Oh, God, Davis,” I cried out. He dipped his c*ck into me and then took it out to slap my p*ssy with it.
Over and over he did this until I exploded. He shoved his c*ck into my spasming p*ssy and slammed into me over and
over. His face was fierce, his eyes blazed as he stared into mine.
“You’re mine, Isha, and I am yours. Believe it. I’ll never let you go, not even if you want me to,” he growled. His
possessiveness turned me on even more.
I arched and he latched onto my left breast. He sucked hard almost to the point of pain and I shattered again.
“F*ck!” he shouted, but kept pounding away. He was relentless.
I wrapped my legs around his waist.
“This p*ssy is so good, it feels so f*cking right. It’s tight, wet, and warm. So. F*cking. Perfect,” he said, with each thrust.
“Look at this, our Davis, f*cking that p*ssy up. He’s going to town,” Ford said. Davis and I both looked at him. Davis kept
pumping away.
“I need some of that, either her mouth, or his ass,” Mic growled. He was stripping as he said it.
“You take his ass, I’ll take his mouth and Isha can have a fantastic show,” Ford said with a huge grin, unbuttoning his
khaki shorts and kicking them off. He was still in his white tank and I giggled.
Davis slowed and I looked at him. His pupils were blown and he had a small grin. He moaned, and I could see Mic using
the massage oil to prepare Davis.
“Oh, sh*t,” I whispered.
“You haven’t seen anything yet, Princess,” Ford said as he guided his c*ck into Davis’s mouth.
Watching Davis’s lips wrapped around Ford’s c*ck was the s*xiest thing I’ve ever seen. I thought watching Savage and Rage together was hot, this was blazing, maybe because I cared for them all. Ford slowly thrusted his c*ck in and out of Davis’s mouth, and I could see Davis’s tongue peek out and twirl around Ford’s tip when Ford’s tip was on Davis’s lips. Then Davis gave a low long moan and I saw Mic pushing into Davis’s ass. His eyes glued watching his c*ck disappear into his best friend’s hole.
With every thrust Mic made, Davis made into me. Mic was pushing Davis into me. Ford and Mic set up a rhythm and all I
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could do was enjoy and watch the three of them. I felt myself getting wetter and the heat in my lower belly was
spreading.
Mic picked up his speed, Davis plunged into me over and over.
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“That’s it baby, take your daddy’s c*ck,” Ford said to Davis, and I exploded. No, he did not just say that to Davis. F*ck it
was scorching.
My p*ssy squeezed around Davis and he moaned. His body shuddered, I felt him c*mming in me, he was flooding my walls. Then Mic and Ford roared at the same time and I watched Davis swallow, which set off a mini orgasm inside me.
“F*cking beautiful,” I heard Dawson say. My head whipped over, and he was sitting in a corner of the room where he was watching us. C*m on his stomach.
“Dawson,” I said. I reached out to him.
His eyes locked on me and he smiled.
“My beautiful baby. Did you enjoy it all?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Good. Everyone clean up, the blueprints are in, we leave in an hour,” Dawson said. Davis pulled out of me, and kissed my
belly. I smiled at him.
Dawson walked over and lifted me. He carried me to his room and started the shower in his bathroom.
He didn’t wait to clean either of us off, he just filled me with his long thick c*ck as he stepped into the shower. He slammed me up against the shower wall and went feral. His mouth was on my neck as he pumped into me. I held on for dear life. He pummeled my p*ssy without mercy. My legs were locked around him when I exploded. I screamed, and he grunted loudly, pushing all the way inside of me. I could feel his c*ck jerking as he came.
“You’re f*cking mine. Ours. Remember that while we are gone. Don’t give this p*ssy to anyone, Isha, you understand?” he
asked, pulling back to look at me.
“I understand. I’m yours and Mic’s and Fords, and Davis’s. No one else.”
“That’s f*cking right,” he said, slamming his mouth on mine.
