"Ay, Papi," she called out to me the next morning, making me rise, running my fingers through my hair as I caught my breath, glancing around the room. "I got you some donuts," she said, offering a bag from a nearby donut shop up to me. "Go ahead and eat 'em in bed if you want, I need to wash the sheets anyway."
I took the bag, glancing inside - glazed, chocolate, and jelly-filled, by the looks of them. I grabbed one of the napkins inside and took a glazed donut out, biting it. She smiled at that, seeing me chew and swallow it. "Can I get some water, too?" I asked.
"Oh, sure thing, Papi," she said, smiling all the while, heading into the kitchen to fill up a glass, which she handed over to me as I sat in her bed.
"You seem oddly... generous, this morning," I said, uncertain if I really wanted to push the point, but still curious. This was more the kind of thing I expected from Elizabeth than from Sonya.
"Hey, when a married man fucks you that good and stays over in your house, you got to treat him right, yeah?"
"Seems fair enough," I told her, stretching a little on the bed. "Mind if I stick around until work starts?"
"C'mon, Papi," she said, smiling. "You got to know I don't. I missed you." She stepped over towards me, kissing my cheek.
"Still, it's polite to ask."
"Ah, yeah, you're a real gentleman, especially after fucking me into the bed for hours," she told me, a seductive tone to her voice. She was lightly dressed, a loose red t-shirt that created a curtain effect with her large tits and a pair of jeans that were ripped and frayed just above the knees, plus some socks. "I hope you aren't still mad about me calling you so early. I'm real sorry about that, I don't want to be a bother, especially when you already got the ball and chain being a chore."
She was playing up her remorse, that much was obvious, but I could detect a hint of sincerity. She wanted to be forgiven, to move on, and to not do it again. I gave her a smile. "No, I'm not still mad about that."
"Good to hear it. Want to watch a movie or something?" Her voice was teasing, her breath tangible on my skin with how close she was standing to the bedside.
I flipped my legs over the bed, standing up. "Let me just get dressed."
"Ay, Papi, you don't got to get dressed," she teased. I could hear her lick her lips, and turned my gaze back to her. "Besides, you gotta take a shower. You don't want my juices all over that big white cock of yours, do you? Then I won't be able to suck you off."
Her words were obviously calculated for effect, but I acted as though she was legitimately engaged in a seductive exercise. "That's a good point," I said, with something between affected boredom and actual interest. "Care to join me for said shower?"
She smiled at that, fingers grabbing the base of her shirt. "I was hoping you'd ask." She pulled it up and off, revealing bare breasts and her tattoos, both eagerly begging for my attention. Even out of the corner of my eyes as I looked at her amazing, luscious tits, I could see her lips curl up into a smile at the attention. "Even if you talk a big game about how good your wife is in the bedroom, I know her tits don't compare to mine," Sonya noted, taking her hands and putting them beneath either one. "I bet she doesn't like getting them looked at as much as me, either," she added.
"Mmm," I hummed. I hadn't given Elizabeth the same fixation I'd provided to Sonya, so I suppose it was even true. "Let's take that shower," I said, smiling at Sonya, getting a smile back as she took off the rest of her clothes, practically wrapping herself around my arm as the two of us strode, naked, into her bathroom. Her breasts pushed against my arm, and once we were in the shower, her hands started to work me over, running along my naked body, soaping it up.
It was incredibly sexy, knowing that this woman was a powerful, villainous gang leader, and yet right now the only thing she seemed to be thinking about was my pleasure and satisfaction. Her fingers ran along my backside with soft, caressing motions, my cock slowly hardening as her tits occasionally pressed against my back. She pretended not to notice at first, soaping up my chest from behind, running her fingers down along it to my stomach, until she finally wrapped them around my cock. "Ah, it's so big, Papi," she said, her voice almost breathless, her eyelashes fluttering. "Just from my tits pushing against your back, Papi?" She teased, starting to stroke me off.
"A bit more than that," I said. I decided to let out the command I'd been thinking of since I'd woken up this morning. "You may have noticed I was a bit vigorous with you last night."
"Mm, I did notice that, Papi," she said, kissing at my back, not tall enough to easily access my neck with our respective positions. Her breasts smushed against my back as she continued to stroke my dick.
"I think part of it was that it had, ahm, been a while for me."
"Oh? Wife not taking care of you well enough, Papi?" She teased. I let her believe what she wanted to believe. "I'm sorry to hear that, you deserve a woman who takes care of your needs." All the while, her finger continued to slide up and down my cock, jerking me off.
"Like you?"
"You think I take care of your needs?" Sonya asked, in a voice that feigned innocence and ignorance, shock that I'd give her such a natural compliment.
I decided to avoid answering. "As I was saying, I think you might enjoy our time together more if you avoided playing with yourself before our next meeting. If you're unable to come when I'm not around, it'll make it more intense when you do."
"Ah, Papi, you have such dirty ideas," she teased. Her fingers gripped my cock a bit tighter, thumb teasing at my cockhead.
"Just give it a try," I told her. "If you find it too hard to manage, you can just play with yourself. I won't take offense."
"Ah, come on, Papi. You think if I tried to do something like that, I couldn't?" She asked. She pulled her hand away from my manhood. "You know, I need to be washed up too."
I turned on her, taking the soap out of her hand as she smiled up at me. My hands gently rubbed it into her tits, fingers sliding along plump flesh, finding it soothingly easy to play with. I lifted it and got the underside too, making sure that water rained down on those spots as well, making Sonya crane back a little in the process, putting her tits on maximal display. Her breathing became heavy and shallow as she started to really enjoy herself, my hands rubbing soap into her breasts with endless enthusiasm, stroking them, teasing her nipples a little, playing with her body.
Her cheeks grew warmer with each passing moment, and the fact that I wasn't even bothering to clean the rest of her body didn't earn a single complaint from her. It took surprisingly little time - and surprisingly little actual stimulus - for my fingers to coax an orgasm from her, making her sputter and shake in surprise, eyes going wide as merely having her tits played with made her come. In the afterglow of her orgasm, her blush took on a hint of embarrassment to go with the arousal, and I let my hands slide down to her stomach. "Ay, Papi, you're pretty good at that," she said.
"Thank you," I said, starting to soap up and wash the rest of her body, while she seemed to weigh the pros and cons of playing with herself right then and there.
Once both of us were done with the shower, we got dressed, with Sonya taking the donut bag out of her bedroom and plopping it down on the dining room table before grabbing herself a glass of water. She scooted up her chair to the table, her short height creating an interesting effect as she did so, her hands grabbing one of the jelly-filled donuts that I'd left alone. She just chowed down with reckless abandon, practically slurping the thing into her mouth. "I'm hungry, Papi," she said, when I gave her a brief look. "Come on, I know you like my figure," she teased, wiggling her tits a little in the process.
"I actually wasn't concerned about that," I replied. I guessed that since this was a new body, she likely wanted - even needed - to stuff some fresh calories in it. I couldn't guess how much she'd eaten since I'd last seen her to metabolize that much. "I was just thinking that you teased my cock and then didn't finish me off, while I did put in the effort to make you come."
She blushed at that, chewing and swallowing what was in her mouth. "Oh, that's true, Papi," she said. She slurped off the last bit of food on her fingertips, wiping them quickly with a napkin. Her fingers reached for her waist, as if to pull off her pants, but I stopped her.
"I already made you feel good," I pointed out. "How about you make me feel good?"
She looked momentarily awkward at those words, and I briefly worried I had gone too far, but finally she nodded. She got up, walking around to stand next to me, her hands reaching for my crotch, stroking my manhood through it. "Papi," she breathed in my ear as she stood next to me, enormous breasts pressing against my upper arm. "I'm going to have a tough time doing it if you're facing the table."
I scooched my seat around so I faced her, and she descended to her knees without any further complaint, only briefly wearing an expression of distaste as her knees scraped against the floor. She unzipped my pants, soon pulling out my hard cock, stroking it a little as she looked at it. "It's so big, and just for me?" She teased, before leaning forward to kiss my manhood.
Whereas before she'd been overeager to suck it into her mouth, now she was just kissing her way along it, twisting it this way and that as her lips suckled at presented flesh, as she kissed and hummed at each vein. Her eyelashes fluttered up at me as she worked, almost coquettish, all the more lewd because I knew it was an affectation she was putting on in the hopes of satisfying me and provoking my desire for her. I reached down for her, gently running my fingers through her hair, and she reached for the neck of her t-shirt, not pulling it off, but instead teasing at it, exposing soft olive-colored flesh and the hint of bra as she moved it around just so.
She started to let her tongue slide along my cock, leaving thin trails of shine and spit with each movement. She teased the ridge of my cock, twisting her head about to run her tongue all the way around it yet not let my cock past her lips, then lapped at my slit, brown eyes looking up at me lewdly. I let her do her work, simply gently petting her as she teased me with an almost sadistic tint to her movements, her eyelids fluttering as she stared up at me, suckling here and there.
She seemed to, at some point, determine that mere kisses and licks weren't going to do the job, and pulled back. "Papi, I really like your cock," she said, practically breathing the words out as her hands reached for the bottom of her shirt, peeling it up and off, leaving her topless but for a simple white bra. She soon undid that as well, tossing it on the ground, and leaned forward a little, wrapping my manhood in her tits, squeezing them around it as she looked up at me, eyes lewd and full of desire. "I bet you like my tits almost as much as I like your cock," she teased, looking up at me.
Before I could respond, she leaned her head downward, slurping my cockhead into her mouth, suckling noisily. The pressure on my cock - from her lips sucking at it and from her tits massaging it - was exquisite, making me groan in pleasure as she slurped noisily on my cockhead, her tits lewdly compressing against her cheeks even as she pressed her tits tight around my cock. My toes curled, my breathing grew heavier with each passing second, and she hummed and twisted that little bit extra, trying to add to my pleasure, to make me come even quicker.
It was incredible, having the woman like that, on her knees beneath me, face buried in her tits and my pelvis, my cock completely hidden by it. I couldn't see her expression, only hear the occasional throaty little hum or moan, notice as her fingers started to practically claw at her own breasts, sliding up to play with her nipples, her toes curling behind her where she sat on her ankles. She was getting herself off like that, sucking on my dick and smothering herself on my groin, yesterday's command adding to just how little stimulus she required to orgasm, and she had clearly noticed.
I let my hands reach down for her head, holding her in place with one hand as the other slipped around to grope her ripe tits, squeezing one then the other, toying with them, teasing them. I could occasionally just see her cheeks, hot with embarrassment and arousal, or her eyes, lashes fluttering.
It didn't take long for her to orgasm, moaning and shaking, knees shaking and scraping on the ground as she came. Her fingers tightened on her breasts, digging into them further, adding to the exquisite feeling of being buried in titflesh that my cock was already enjoying. Her throaty moan vibrated my cock where it rested, just past her lips, as she twitched in pleasure. The feelings pushed me over the edge, and I let go into her mouth. She sputtered momentarily, but didn't pull back, staying in place even as I caressed her head, gently stroking my fingers through her hair before I finally finished off in her mouth.
At last, she pulled off, panting, swallowing, wiping at her mouth absently with the back of her hand. "Puh, pretty good, huh, Papi?" She said. "Bet your wifey doesn't come from giving you a titfuck, right?"
"It was very nice," I told her, absently considering whether to lie on the second question. "And yes, that was a very unique pleasure." She smiled up at me, collecting her shirt and bra, about to get dressed anew, but I stopped her, putting a hand on her upper arm. "How about you stay like that?" I suggested. "You look beautiful like that. I like being able to see your tattoos, too," I noted.
"Ah, you just want to look at my tits," she said. "But alright, Papi. For you." She let the bra and shirt fall back on the floor, standing up and looking at me in the eyes. "Want to watch a little television before you have to go to work?"
"Sure," I said. We wound up watching some (fortunately subtitled; my Spanish had become incredibly poor since I was young) Spanish language soap opera; Sonya spent most of the commercial breaks and a good chunk of the run time hurriedly explaining what was going on, her mouth running a mile a minute as she explained that this woman was cheating on her husband with that woman's husband, and so forth. It was a somewhat novel side of her, nonsexual as she presented it to me, and she seemed to be happy to see that I was greeting this little show of her more banal side with affection. I went so far as to absently brush my fingers through her hair as we talked, earning a sly smile from her.
When the show ended, it also signalled that I should probably get going if I wanted to make it to work on time. "I hope you enjoyed, Papi," she said.
"It was certainly very interesting," I told her, smiling. "Thank you for inviting me into your home."
She gave a little laugh at that, punching my upper arm. "Come on, Papi. You're my boyfriend. Least I could do is give you a place to get away from the old ball and chain, right?"
"I can't argue with that," I told her. "I appreciate your hospitality anyway. I'll call you when I know when I can next meet up."
"See you," Sonya said with a smile, waving as I departed her home.
I drove to work, and absently sexted with my wife during the time before lunch, telling her about what I'd done with Sonya, how eager she'd been to pleasure me, how competitive and needy she was. Elizabeth's own responses were incredibly wanton, leading questions practically begging me to tell her about how I'd degraded Sonya, or what I'd said about her; when she realized such facts weren't coming, she instead shifted, offering up her body in increasingly lewd ways, suggesting how she might prove herself the better woman than Sonya. While the competitiveness was enticing, I did make sure she understood that she was by far the better woman - both by my replies to her own sexts, and by fucking her absolutely senseless during my lunch break and that night.
Charlie woke us up a couple times during the night, Elizabeth going over to breastfeed him as I lay in bed, toying with my phone as I considered exactly how to move forward with Sonya. Each time, Elizabeth would come back, settle her head on my chest, and drift off into sleep out of practiced diligence, my own body following her if only out of sympathy.
Elizabeth woke before me the next morning, and went to the effort of orally pleasuring me with an exquisite and drawn out blowjob that was early enough she could really take her time. She spent probably a half hour licking, sucking, and kissing my cock, occasionally mixing it up by slapping it against her breasts or cheeks or simply stroking it with her hand as she offered lewd compliments to me or my virility or suggestive thoughts about how I might enjoy both her and Sonya together once Sonya was properly broken in.
I ultimately wound up coming on her face, and she wore it with pride for a minute or two before Charlie woke up and she hurriedly dabbed it off and went to breastfeed him again.
Having a nanny with such amazing tits and multiple bodies would certainly help on the subject of improving my wife and I's ability to have a full night of uninterrupted sleep. Which turned my thoughts back to Sonya, and what I ought to do for our next date. By now, she'd be unable to orgasm without my presence, which added a certain interesting character to the situation.