They will head home first

It took an immense amount of self-control for Peter not to let himself go right there in the back of the car with Val and Mami pressed against him the whole ride home. Their hands never stopped moving. Val’s fingers traced teasing circles on his thigh while Mami’s palm slid slowly up his chest, both women showering him in praise and admiration.

“Ay, Papi, Vice President… you walked in there like you already owned the place,” Val whispered hotly against his ear, her breath sweet and spicy as she nipped his lobe. “Mi rey tan poderoso… I’m so wet just thinking about it.”

Mami’s voice was deeper, richer, her full lips brushing his neck as she murmured, “Mi amor… you deserve every title, every inch of power. We’re going to celebrate you so good when we get home, sí? Slow… deep… until you forget everything but us.”

The moment the front door clicked shut behind them, the three of them let loose.

Val surged up first, rising on her toes until her lips crashed against his in a fierce, open-mouthed claim. Her tongue pushed past his lips without hesitation, hot and eager, flicking against his in quick, hungry strokes that tasted faintly of the spiced chai she’d sipped at the café. A soft, needy whimper vibrated from her throat into his mouth as she pressed her lithe body flush against him, pert breasts flattening against his chest, nipples already stiff through the thin fabric of her top.

Mami moved in from behind at the same instant. One warm palm slid up to cradle the side of Peter’s jaw, long fingers firm as they tilted his head back and to the side. Her mouth replaced Val’s in a slower takeover. Lips parted his with deliberate pressure, tongue sliding in deep and languid, stroking along his in thick, possessive sweeps that carried the rich, dark bite of the espresso she’d nursed all afternoon. She sucked gently on his lower lip before diving back in, the wet sound of their mouths meeting loud in the quiet foyer.

They traded him back and forth without breaking rhythm. When it was her turn again, Val nipped at the corner of his mouth, tongue darting in for fast, teasing flicks that left him chasing her. Mami answered by sealing their lips together more completely, tongue plunging deep and curling against his in slow, deliberate drags that made his knees weaken. Back and forth they went. Val’s playful, darting heat gave way to Mami’s rich, commanding depth until spit glistened on Peter’s chin and both women were breathing in short, ragged pants against his skin.

Val’s pert ass filled Peter’s palm as he gripped it through the thin denim of her shorts. His fingers dug into the firm, rounded flesh until the material creased, and she pushed back into his hand with a sharp little gasp. At the same time, his other hand slipped beneath the flowing hem of Mami’s sundress, finding the warm, heavy swell of her breast. The soft weight overflowed his grasp, skin fever-hot against his palm as his thumb dragged slow circles over the stiff, pebbled nipple. Mami’s moan vibrated straight into his mouth, low and throaty. Her body arched harder, so the peak pressed insistently against his touch.

Val let out a needy whimper the instant his fingers slid lower, slipping beneath the waistband of her shorts to find her already drenched. Slick heat coated his fingertips as he stroked along her folds, parting her gently; her hips jerked forward, chasing the pressure, a fresh rush of wetness slicking his hand while her breath hitched against his lips in short, **** bursts.

Mami answered by grinding back against him, thick thighs trapping his wrist between them as she guided his fingers deeper into her own soaked core. The wet sound of his touch moving inside her mingled with her ragged exhale, hips rolling in slow, deliberate circles that smeared her arousal across his palm.

The kisses turned sloppy and ****. Lips slid together, tongues tangled wildly, spit glistening on chins as they fought for more contact. Val’s nails scraped down his stomach when she yanked his shirt up and over his head, leaving red trails that burned pleasantly. Mami’s free hand fisted in his hair, pulling him deeper into her mouth while her other guided his wrist, urging him to curl his fingers inside her until her inner walls fluttered hard around them.

Clothes came off in frantic jerks and tugs. Val shimmied out of her shorts so they puddled at her ankles. Mami’s sundress was dragged up and over her head in one impatient sweep, baring the heavy sway of her breasts and the dark triangle between her thighs. Peter’s jeans were shoved down next, caught briefly on his thighs before Val kicked them aside. The three of them stumbled backward in a messy knot of limbs and kisses.

“Más, Papi… tócame más fuerte,” Val gasped between kisses, her voice breaking on a whine as she shoved him toward the bedroom doorway.

“Ven, mi rey… no pares,” Mami growled low against his throat, teeth grazing his pulse while her hand pumped his length in tight, slick strokes, guiding him down the hall.

They crashed through the threshold together, a tangle of bare skin and **** need, the bed only steps away.

“Papi… tócame más,” Val gasped against his lips, guiding his fingers deeper.

“Sí, mi rey… feel how much we need you,” Mami purred, pressing her massive breasts against his chest as she kissed him again, slower and filthier.

Peter ended up on his back with Mami straddling him first. Her thick thighs spread wide to bracket his hips as she hovered just above his straining cock. The heat radiating from her core brushed against him like a promise. Slick arousal already dripped down her inner thighs to coat the base of his length. She reached down with one manicured hand, wrapping crimson-tipped fingers around him and guiding the swollen head to her entrance. A slow, deliberate roll of her hips teased them both, sliding him along her drenched folds without letting him sink in, until Peter’s hips jerked upward instinctively, chasing the velvet grip he craved.

“Patience, mi rey,” she purred, voice thick and smoky. Dark waves spilled forward to curtain their faces as she finally sank down.

The first inch parted her like silk parting around steel. Her walls fluttered, then clenched, hot and silky and impossibly tight, rippling along his shaft in greedy little pulses as she took him deeper. A long, shuddering moan rolled from her throat when he bottomed out. Her plush ass settled flush against his thighs, every inch of him buried to the hilt inside her molten heat. She stayed there for a heartbeat, simply feeling him throb within her. Inner muscles squeezed in slow, deliberate waves that made his toes curl.

Then she began to move.

Slow at first. Agonizingly slow. She lifted until only the swollen head remained nestled inside her, then sank back down with a wet, sucking glide that dragged a groan from deep in Peter’s chest. Each downward roll of her hips made her heavy breasts bounce, dark nipples stiff and begging for attention. The soft slap of skin meeting skin grew louder with every descent. Dark waves cascaded over her shoulders, brushing his chest like warm silk as she rode him. Her pace built gradually until the wet, rhythmic smack of her ass against his thighs filled the room.

Val didn’t wait for an invitation. She swung one leg over his head, lowering her soaked pussy onto his waiting mouth with a needy little whimper that turned into a full-body shudder the moment his tongue made contact. Peter licked into her eagerly, flattening his tongue to drag slow, firm stripes from entrance to clit, tasting the sharp-sweet flood of her arousal. Val’s hips jerked forward, grinding down harder, smearing her slickness across his lips and chin as she rode his face in shallow, **** circles.

His hands never stopped moving.

One palm claimed Val’s pert ass. His fingers dug into the firm, rounded flesh until she gasped and pushed back into his grip, silently begging for more. The other hand slid up Mami’s side to fill itself with the heavy, swaying weight of her breast. Soft, overflowing warmth spilled between his fingers as he squeezed, thumb brushing over the stiff, pebbled nipple in slow circles. Mami’s moan vibrated through her chest, low and throaty. Her inner walls fluttered hard around his cock in response.

He pinched the nipple between thumb and forefinger, rolling it firmly until Mami’s rhythm faltered. Her hips stuttered as a fresh gush of wetness coated him. Val answered with her own whimper when his tongue flicked faster over her clit. His lips sealed around the swollen bud to suck gently, then harder, until her thighs trembled on either side of his head.

Mami’s pace quickened, no longer teasing. She slammed down harder now, ass bouncing with every descent, the wet slap of their bodies growing louder, more obscene. Her heavy breasts jiggled wildly, dark nipples tracing erratic paths through the air as she chased her pleasure, inner muscles rippling and squeezing in frantic little flutters that dragged Peter closer to the edge.

Heat coiled tight at the base of his spine, balls drawing up as the pressure built to unbearable levels. Just as he felt the first warning pulse, Mami leaned down, full breasts squishing against his chest, sweat-slick skin sliding together. Her lips brushed the shell of his ear, voice a broken, husky whisper.

“Fill me, Papi… fill your Mami with your baby batter… give it all to me, por favor.”

Peter’s hips stuttered. He turned his head just enough to rasp hotly against her ear, voice rough with raw need. “You want my babies, Mami? You want me to knock you up right now—put my child in you?”

“Sí… sí, por favor,” she moaned, the words trembling as her walls clamped down like a vice. “I want your babies, mi rey… all of them… make me swell for you… breed me deep.”

Peter didn’t hesitate. His free hand fumbled for the remote on the nightstand. His thumb flew over the dials in a blur. He cranked her fertility to absolute maximum—ovulation locked at peak, conception probability pinned to 100%, her womb primed and eager to take every single drop. The moment the setting locked in, he tossed the remote aside and thrust up hard, burying himself to the hilt as he came with a guttural groan.

Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded her in powerful, pulsing surges. Each spurt met with a **** clench of her walls as Mami shattered around him. Her orgasm crashed through her like a tidal wave. Her body locked rigid, inner muscles milking him relentlessly, drawing out every last drop until she collapsed forward onto his chest, trembling and gasping. Dark waves spilled across his skin like ink.

Before he could even catch his breath, Val was already climbing off his face and pushing Mami aside with a playful growl. “My turn, Papi,” she panted, dark eyes blazing with raw hunger. She swung a leg over him in one fluid motion, straddling his hips and guiding his still-throbbing cock to her entrance with trembling fingers. The moment the swollen head parted her slick folds, she sank down hard, taking him to the hilt in a single, greedy glide that drew a sharp, delighted cry from her throat. Her tight, dripping heat clamped around him like a fist, inner walls fluttering and squeezing as she adjusted to the stretch, a fresh gush of wetness coating him from root to tip.

Peter’s hands flew to her waist, fingers digging into the soft flare of her hips as she began to ride him with frantic urgency. Her pert breasts bounced wildly with each downward slam, dark nipples stiff and flushed, gold bangles jingling in frantic rhythm against her wrists. Every rise and fall sent her slick heat dragging along his length in tight, sucking pulls that made his vision blur at the edges.

He snatched the remote from the nightstand again. His thumb fumbled over the dials with shaky urgency while Val ground down harder, hips rolling in tight, **** circles that ground her clit against his pelvis. He cranked her fertility to the same absolute maximum. Ovulation locked at peak, conception pinned at 100%, her womb primed and aching to receive him. Then he tossed the device aside with a clatter and gripped her waist with both hands, thrusting up to meet her frantic bounces.

“Take it all, Val,” he growled low against her ear, voice rough with possession, lips brushing the shell as he drove deeper. “I’m putting my babies in you right now, I'm filling you up until you’re swollen with them.”

Val’s moan fractured into a broken, trembling sob of pure joy. “¡Sí, Papi… lléname… hazme embarazada… quiero tus hijos tanto—por favor, préñame!” Her walls fluttered wildly around him, clenching in frantic, rhythmic spasms as her orgasm ripped through her. **** pulses milked him relentlessly, dragging his second climax from him in thick, powerful jets.

Hot spurts flooded her deepest depths. Each pulse met another greedy squeeze as she shuddered and cried out above him, hips grinding down hard to lock every drop inside, her voice dissolving into raw, gasping noises “¡Dámelo todo… sí… sí… lléname de tus bebés!” until the words melted into wordless, needy whimpers.

Both women collapsed against him afterward, breathless and glowing, chests heaving in sync. Val nuzzled into the crook of his neck with a soft, contented whimper, one small hand drifting down to rest gently on her still-flat belly. Mami curled against his other side, her heavy breasts pillowing against his ribs, palm settling over the same spot on her own abdomen with reverent tenderness. Their matching expressions of eager, almost worshipful excitement that lit their faces as they gazed at him, eyes shining with the promise of what was already growing inside them.

“¡Ay, Papi… we’re going to be so full for you,” Val whispered, kissing his chest softly, voice trembling with wonder.

Mami nuzzled into his neck, her breath warm against his skin. “Our babies, mi rey… all yours. We can’t wait to swell up and give you everything.”

Peter lay between them, heart pounding, the remote forgotten on the nightstand as the reality settled in, not just the women at the office but these two women, both carrying his children, both utterly devoted. The room smelled of sex and jasmine, the late-afternoon sun slanting through the curtains in golden bars across their tangled bodies.

He smiled, slow and satisfied.

This was only the beginning.