Breeding the board members

Peter's declaration ignited the room like a spark in dry tinder, the late-morning sun filtering through the boardroom windows casting a golden haze over the tangled bodies. Robyn lay sprawled beneath him on the mahogany table, her platinum bob dishevelled, massive breasts heaving with anticipation as she locked her blue eyes on his, gold-rimmed glasses slightly askew.

"Do it, Peter—breed me now," Robyn begged, her voice a husky plea, legs wrapping around his waist to pull him closer, her mini-skirt already hiked up, slick heat pressing against him.

With those words of encouragement Peter decided to waste no time, thrusting deep into her welcoming pussy with a groan, Robyn fleshy walls clenching tight around his shaft as he set a steady rhythm, each plunge drawing breathy moans from the woman’s bright red ruby lips.

Groping her overflowing breasts with eager hands, Peter felt each one as a massive, gravity-defying globe far larger than his head, swollen to an exaggerated size that strained against her velvet blazer like overripe melons ready to burst. Palms sinking into the soft, heavy flesh, his fingers barely able to grip even a fraction of their enormous expanse because they were so huge, he pinched and rolled her hardened nipples until she arched off the table, crying out.

"Yes... fill me, darling!" Robyn gasped, her body trembling as he fucked her harder, the wet slap of skin echoing in the room. Samara and Mia watched with hungry eyes, touching themselves and each other, but Peter focused on Robyn, pounding into her until her climax hit first—a shuddering wave that milked him relentlessly, pulling his release in hot surges deep inside her.

But Peter wasn’t done. Pulling out with a slick pop, he flipped Robyn over effortlessly, her massive breasts squishing against the table as he entered her from behind, groping her plump ass cheeks with both hands, squeezing the firm flesh that yielded under his fingers.

"Again," Peter commanded, thrusting deep and fast, her moans muffled against the wood as she pushed back to meet him. "Take it all—my baby, Robyn."

In response Robyn only whimpered in agreement, her inner walls rippling as another orgasm crashed through her, clenching so tight it dragged him over the edge once more, spilling into her with a guttural groan.

Still hard, fuelled by the remote's lingering energy and the women's insatiable sexuality, Peter turned Robyn back over, lifting her legs over his shoulders for deeper access. He fucked her slow this time, savouring each thrust, hands roaming her heaving cleavage, thumbs circling her peaks as she writhed beneath him.

One more—make sure it takes" Peter murmured gently against Robyn’s as he slowed his rhythm deliberately, drawing out each deep, languid thrust to savour the slick glide of her walls clenching around him.

Robyn’s inner muscles were now fluttering in a **** plea, her own body responding instantly, back arching off the table in a taut bow. Robyn’s massive breasts heaving with each ragged breath, the velvet blazer gaping wider as sweat-glistened skin flushed deeper under his gaze.

Building up his pace gradually, Peter’s hips began snapping forward with increasing ****, the wet slap of their bodies echoing through the boardroom like a primal drumbeat, Robyn’s red lips parting on gasping whimpers that grew into throaty cries, filling the air with raw, echoing need.

Her thighs tightened around his waist, nails raking down his back in stinging trails, pulling him deeper as her core rippled and spasmed, shattering in a wave of shuddering contractions that gripped him like a vice, milking every inch until his own release surged forth in hot, pulsing jets, flooding her fertile depths with a final, claiming intensity that left her trembling beneath him, eyes glassy with fulfillment.

Panting, Robyn collapsed with a satisfied sigh, her body glistening, but Peter finally turned his attention to the others.

Mia and Samara exchanged wicked glances over Robyn's spent form, their laughter soft and breathy as they closed in on Peter, Samara's fingers trailing down his chest while Mia's hand grazed his thigh.

"Getting a board member pregnant on your first day?" Samara teased, her lips brushing his in a quick, playful peck, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Someone deserves a raise—or maybe just a very long lunch break."

Mia giggled, leaning in to nip at Peter’s earlobe before planting a lingering kiss on his neck, her massive breasts pressing against his arm. "Yeah, Vice President—looks like you're already promoting yourself," she added, her tongue flicking out teasingly as they both kissed him simultaneously, Samara claiming his mouth in a deep, swirling tangle while Mia's lips worked along his jaw, their hands roaming his body in synchronized hunger.

The teasing melted into action as Samara guided him to the chair, her fingers dug into Peter's shoulders as she lowered herself onto him, the chair creaking beneath their combined weight, her skirt riding up in wrinkled folds to bare the smooth expanse of her thighs. The initial slide was torturously slow, her slick folds parting around his length with a wet, welcoming heat that made him grit his teeth, every inch enveloped in a tight, pulsing grip that seemed to draw him deeper of its own accord. She paused at the hilt, her inner walls fluttering like a heartbeat against him, a soft gasp escaping her lips as she adjusted, her toned ass clenching visibly in the boardroom's dim light.

With a deliberate arch of her back, Samara began to move, lifting herself up on flexed thighs that showcased the subtle play of muscle beneath her skin, only to sink down again with a controlled grind that rolled her hips in wide, teasing circles. The motion sent ripples through her body, her breath hitching in short, throaty bursts that filled the air, mingling with the faint slap of skin meeting skin. Peter couldn't resist—his hands slid up her sides, fingers splaying over the firm curves of her ass, squeezing the warm, yielding flesh that dimpled under his grip, urging her faster as he thrust upward to meet her descent, the impact jolting through them both like electric shocks.

Her pace quickened, skirt bunching higher until it was little more than a belt around her waist, exposing the rhythmic clench of her ass cheeks with each bounce, the muscles contracting in time with her moans that grew louder, echoing off the glass windows overlooking the city. Sweat beaded on her skin, trickling down the valley between her breasts, her head tipping back as strands of hair clung to her neck. Peter's thrusts matched her frenzy, his groin slapping against her with wet urgency, the friction building a coiling tension in his core as her walls rippled and tightened, squeezing him in waves that bordered on painful pleasure.

It was Samara who broke first, her body locking rigid as a cry tore from her throat, inner muscles convulsing in shuddering spasms that gripped him like a vice. Her climax pushed Peter over the edge—his hips bucked wildly, release surging in white hot, pulsing jets of his cum deep inside her, flooding her core as she ground down one final time, trembling through the aftershocks, her breath coming in ragged gasps against his neck, bodies slick and spent in the chair's embrace.

Mia took her place seamlessly, straddling him with eager urgency, her massive breasts bouncing wildly, her fingers splayed across Peter's chest as she swung one leg over him, the chair groaning under the shift of her weight, her pink suit skirt hiking up in wrinkled bunches to expose the lace garters framing her thighs. The initial contact was electric—her slick folds brushing his tip in a teasing glide that made him twitch, her breath catching in a soft whimper as she positioned herself, eyes locked on his with wide, hungry intensity.

With a deliberate arch of her back, Mia sank down slowly at first, enveloping him inch by inch in wet, velvet heat that pulsed around his length like a living embrace, her inner walls rippling in instinctive welcome. A low moan escaped her full lips, vibrating through her chest as she bottomed out, her massive breasts heaving with the motion, the pink jacket slipping open further to spill them into view—overflowing globes that bounced softly against her ribcage, nipples already hardened to dark peaks begging for touch.

She began to move, lifting herself up on toned thighs that flexed with each rise, only to drop down with eager urgency, the impact sending jolts through them both, her slick heat squeezing him in rhythmic clenches that bordered on torment. The bounce grew wilder, her breasts slapping against her body with each descent, the pink fabric framing the hypnotic sway, sweat beading on her skin to trickle down the valley between them like an invitation.

Peter's hands couldn't resist—reaching up to grope the overflowing flesh, palms sinking into the soft, heavy weight that overflowed his grasp, thumbs circling the hardened nipples with firm pressure that made them pucker further under his touch. Mia arched sharply, her pace faltering for a heartbeat as electric sparks shot through her, whimpering cries spilling from her lips in escalating waves, her inner muscles convulsing around him like a fist, milking relentlessly with each shuddering spasm.

The sensation pushed him to the brink—his hips bucking up to meet her frantic bounces, the wet slap of their bodies filling the boardroom like a primal rhythm, until Mia shattered first, her body locking rigid with a series of high, whimpering cries that echoed off the windows, walls rippling in waves that gripped Peter’s shaft tightly.

It dragged his release from him in hot, pulsing surges deep into her depths, flooding her core as she trembled through the aftershocks, collapsing forward onto his chest with quivering breaths, her massive breasts pressing warmly against him in the aftermath.

The session stretched into the afternoon from there, climaxes crashing in relentless waves—Peter switching between Samara and Mia again and again, their bodies marked by bites, sweat, and the lingering imprints of his hands, until all three women lay spent across the table and chairs, the boardroom a dishevelled testament to his new reign, the city skyline witnessing their exhaustion as the sun climbed higher.

As the boardroom settled into a haze of satisfied sighs and lingering touches, the door creaked open, Taylor slipping in with a breathy giggle, her platinum waves dishevelled and cheeks flushed a deep pink, fingers still trembling from what must have been a frantic session of self-pleasure just outside—her mini-skirt rumpled, sheer top askew as if she'd been pressing against the door, listening to every moan.

"Like, oh my gawd, that was sooo hot," she purred, bustling over with wet wipes and towels from a hidden cabinet, her massive breasts jiggling as she leaned down to gently clean Robyn's sweat-slicked body, dabbing at the glistening skin with expert care, then moving to Samara and Mia, wiping their thighs and chests with giggly efficiency, multitasking by straightening the table and pouring fresh water all while whispering, "Teehee, you all look so glowy now!"

Peter, still catching his breath amid the women's adoring gazes, spotted the remote on the table where it had fallen during the frenzy. Picking it up again, he glanced at the dials—still locked on the same setting he'd used to make Robyn extremely breedable, the fertility enhancements glowing faintly. Without a second thought, he aimed and pressed the button twice, the shimmering beam washing over Samara and Mia in quick succession.

Gasping as the light bloomed through her, Samara’s body began to arch with a sudden warmth, toned abdomen flushing as if already anticipating the life stirring within; Mia whimpered softly, her massive breasts heaving with the pulse, a hand drifting to her stomach instinctively.

Grinning to himself Peter noted that with how much he had fucked them, now all three board members would be getting pregnant, their transformed forms primed for his legacy, the room's air thick with the unspoken promise of swelling bellies and deepening devotion as the late morning sun climbed higher.