D. came to work late. She had been getting into this bad habit for several weeks, and S. decided it was time to step in and take control. You see, S. had a gift. He could look deeply into a woman's eyes, and "hypnotize" her.

Not in the normal side-show way, where people were forced to cluck like chickens or do embarrassing things when they were told.

S. could make women do whatever he wanted. And today, he was going to teach D. a little lesson.

He called D. into his office. Although he had frequently thought about exercising his will on D.

, he had never done so because of their working relationship.

She was a tall woman with a skinny frame, and large breasts which seemed to defy gravity when she went without a bra. S. noticed that she had stopped wearing them altogether in the late summer, but as winter approached, she seemed to be wearing them again. She dressed well. She favored short skirts and sweaters. She looked good. He told her to sit down. By the way D. fidgeted, it was clear she knew she was in trouble. S. came right to the point. "D.

, this has to stop" "I'm sorry, the hairdresser took far longer than I though she would." "I understand, but this isn't the first time. You really need to try harder to get to work on time" "I will. It's just that..........

" Her reply tapered off as S. gazed into her eyes. She fell into complete silence. "What will you do to convince me that this won't happen again?" S. queried. "Anything you say, " she replied. From long experience, S. knew she meant it. S. instructed her to "Start by removing your blouse." This was always one of the most exciting moments when he put a woman "under".

The lingering doubt that D. might not be fully under, and might protest, caused a stirring in S.

's pants.

D. instantly crossed her arms in front of her stomach, grabbed the bottom of her sweater, and pulled it over her head.

As she straightened her arms, her breasts dropped into view.

They were certainly impressive. S. thought she must be at least a C-cup, and maybe more. Her breasts were encased in a copper-colored bra which appeared to be made of satin. It had no lace, no pattern, and no seams.

S.'s thingy lurched in his pants, and he shifted his underwear to loosen the constriction on his swelling length.

D.

sat there, unaware of her state of partial undress, with an expectant look on her face. S. told her to take her bra off.

She complied, and her breasts spilled out of their copper enclosure. Her left breast was slightly fuller than her right, and both swung free with pendulous weight. S. told her to stand up, and come around his desk.

As she complied, S.

instructed her to place one of her nipples in his mouth. As she began to comply, the door swung open. His other soft placeistant, Sa., stared in slack-jawed amazement at the image of her closest friend thrusting her tit in the boss's face. Without removing the stiffening rose-colored nipple from his mouth, S.

gave Sa.

the eye. Her stunned look faded away, and S.

told Sa. to sit down and watch the show. She immediately sat in the chair just vacated by D..

S.'s length was hard as a rock knowing he had an audience for his object lesson for Debbie.

"D., your tardiness has been costing this firm a lot of money. You're going to make it up by sucking my length in front of Sa.

" D. looked slowly from S.

to Sa., and murmured "Wonderful." From this point forward, S.

had very little to say.

D. was obviously an experienced length-sucker, and he decided to let her show her talents, rather than telling her exactly what to do. She began by slowly unzipping S.'s pants, and pushing them down around his hips. She took S.

's erect manhood in her hand, and slowly started moving her hand up and down the shaft. She dropped to her knees in front of S.. As her hand reached his thingy's thick, mushroom-shaped head on every back stroke, she twisted her hand in a slow, tight circle. Her mouth was bare inches from his length, and S. could feel her warm breath on his balls every time she exhaled. S.

realized with a shudder that her breathing was deepening as she inhaled the smell from his tightening balls. S. looked over, and was surprised to see that Sa. had hooked her leg over the arm of her chair, and unzipped her pants.

He smiled as Sa. inserted her hand inside her pants, and started working her hand slowly back and forth. Periodically, she would remove her hand, toy her middle finger, and put her hand back in her pants.

D. settled down slightly on her haunches, and, looking directly into S.'s eyes, slowly began tonguing the line transecting his balls. She slowly rolled her tongue around S.

's balls. He reacted by sliding down slightly in his chair, hoping D. would sense what he wanted. She did.

D.

traced a lazy circular path between S.

's balls and his soft place. She slowly rolled her tongue around S.'s sensitive place, probing ever so slightly with her extended tongue into his soft place.

His groans seemed to reach through her haze, and she suddenly stiffened her tongue, spread his soft place cheeks, and pressed her tongue more deeply into his soft place. S. motioned Sa. over. She hobbled around the desk, slowed by the hand moving ever more quickly between her legs. She opened her mouth and leaned toward S.'s length just as it spasmed a thick stream of cum.

Most of the cum landed in her the mouth, but a small trail dribbled from her chin. The second and third blasts crossed her cheeks and nose. She grunted as she started to move her hand even faster in her pants.

She wrapped her soft lips around S.'s length, and tongued the last cum from the slit at the end of his length. D.

started softly groaning as the cum dripped off Sa.

's face, into S.

's crotch, and down his inner thighs. As Sa. removed her mouth from S.'s softening length, the cum finally reached S.'s sensitive place, where D. still labored with her tongue.

D.

toyed the cum from S.'s sensitive place, and slowly moved up, toying the cum from S's crotch and length shaft. S. told D. to clean Sa. up as well. D. dutifully lapped the cum off Sa.'s cheeks and nose, and slipped her tongue briefly into Sa.'s mouth to clean any residual cum that was hidden therein.

As they slowly got dressed, he said, "If either of you are late tomorrow, I'll do this to you again." Both women nodded, and slowly left his office. All three went through the rest of the day, as if nothing had happened. This was far easier for the girls, since they didn't know what they had done. Or so S.

thought. The next morning, S. was pleasantly surprised when his partner M. advised him that D. and Sa.

had both called the office, and would be an hour late. S.

smiled, pleased at the subconscious response his punishment had generated. He wondered if he should include his partner M. in today's "payback".