Harold strolled into his executive office nearly twenty minutes after three. Jeanna greeted him with her arms crossed over her chest and a menacing glare. Fatima was sitting in his plush seat, playfully swiveling back and forth like a schoolgirl.

“Hiya, boss!” Fatima called out.

“Good to see you, ladies,” Harold said, dropping his jacket onto the hook by the door. “So, tell me what the status is for the downtown takeover. I’ve got a lot of eager investors lined up tomorrow and it’d be good to have something to show them.”

Jeanna kept her icy cold glare.

“Fatima, would you give me a moment with my husband?”

Fatima shrugged and gave Harold a look that said “good luck” before strolling out of the office, closing the door with a click.

“Something wrong?” probed Harold. “Don’t tell me I forgot our anniversary again.”

“Are you shitting me?” Jeanna hissed. “Twenty minutes late and you’re worried about investor meetings? We have a ton of shit to wade through and I don’t need the company’s CEO wasting time and money holding up meetings!”

“Oh, honey,” Harold pouted as she took a seat. “I can see that you’re very upset right now. Why don’t we take a moment and talk things through?”

“You’re not slithering out of this. You think ten business acquisitions in a single day isn’t going to draw suspicion? That the investors will just go along with whatever bullshit you spout at them and not ask any questions?”

Harold frowned and nodded to himself, humming his agreement. “Mm-hmm-mm-hmm-mm-hmm…Okay, I can respect your concerns, but have you considered my counterargument?”

Harold’s hands wandered down to his fly.

“You don’t have a freaking counterargument! You’re just being reckless and super—” Harold pulled out his turgid penis from his waistband. “—super cockyyyyyy…cocky…c-c-coccck…”

Jeanna’s face went slack, her mouth dropping open and her eyes riveted on Harold’s penis. He waved it back and forth slowly from his chair.

“Good…eyes on the cock…dropping back down…no more arguing…can’t argue with the boss’s cock.”

“Can’t argue with the boss’s cock…” Jeanna repeated, following Harold’s dick with her eyes.

“See? Aren’t you glad we had this little talk? Everything’s all better now, isn’t it?”

“Yessss…all better…” Jeanna agreed with a smile.

“Good. Y’know it’s not easy being the CEO, having to make all the decisions around here. You want to take some pressure off me, Jeanna. You want to be nice and accommodating for your hard-working husband, don’t you?

“Yess…hard-working husband…” Jeanna droned, following his cock around like a hypnotic banana.

“You want to get me nice and hard. You want to work my cock over with your hands, tits, and mouth. It’s irresistible to you, Jeanna. When I count to ten you’ll feel yourself pulled to my cock, unable to do anything else but please my dick with your body.”

Jeanna nodded her head up and down like a puppet, her mouth already watering as she kept her gaze glued to his length.

“Ready? 1…2…9…10!”

Leaping up from her chair, Jeanna tore away her blouse, freeing her tits. She crashed into her husband’s cock sliding her hands up and down his length and lubing the head with her spit. Harold smiled and closed his eyes as Jeanna bounced his member between her cleavage while softly fondling his tight scrotum.

“Mmmm! Ah!..So….so how did Fatima’s downtown mission…eeeeuuugh….mission turn out anyway?”

“Mmmmm-plaahh,” Jeanna popped her lips off her husband’s penis. “Amazing! Fatima did everything and more! We’re ready to start developing the new red-light district on your command.”

“Yeah? I like the sound of that!” Harold sighed in pleasure as his wife squeezed him between her rack. He couldn’t tell if it was the good news about Fatima, but something was making Jeanna’s ministrations feel absolutely heavenly. She was keeping him so hard and horny but kept backing off from his climax. He felt his brain swishing around in a tide of sex.

So distracted was he by Jeanna’s flicking tongue and gentle squeezes that he didn’t notice Fatima pad back into the office, sneaking up behind his chair in bare feet as well as a bare chest. Creeping up behind the back of Harold’s chair, she hefted up her boobs and let the tumble over his face.

“Surprise, boss!” She giggled

“Oh! Wow! MMmm!” he said as he squirmed rapturously in his chair. “That’s the executive treatment alright!”

“You deserve it,” Fatima purred, her hands kneading into Harolds’ shoulders while her breasts bobbled on his forehead. Her thumbs dug into his muscles nearly to the point of pain. Harold melted under her touch.

“You take such good care of us, of the whole company,” Fatima’s sultry voice whispered into his ear. “You make all the best decisions! It was your idea to clean up downtown all for ourselves. All those women, under your power, dancing and making us money. Won’t that be sexy?”

Fatima pressed down on Harold’s chair, tilting it back so that he was nearly lying down. Jeanna rose with his hips, supporting herself on the table while her tongue continued to tease her husband’s rod.

Fatima leaned over Harold’s face, her spectacular tits wobbling above his eyes.

“Just imagine all those topless women dancing, stripping, taking off all their clothes just for you. Unable to resist your commands, under your spell, topless tits swinging back and forth…”

An alarm bell started to buzz in the back of Harold’s brain. Fatima’s voice sounded strange, and shouldn’t he be worried about something she used to do to her marks before she joined their team?

Jeanna’s hands tickled and squeezed Harold’s balls while she sucked a vacuum seal around the tip of his cock. Harold’s thoughts gummed up and all he could concentrate on were those gorgeous, ripe tiddies hovering over his face.

“Mmm…oh boss! My titties need a little kiss. Give them a kiss for me, baby? They’re gonna feel so good bouncing on your face.”

Fatima swayed her chest closer and then farther from Harold’s lips, taunting him with glimpses of her dark nipples. Harold reached out his mouth like a suckling infant. He wanted those tits more than anything, even more than he wanted to cum in Jeanna’s silky mouth.

“Hmm, alright, big boy! Have a nice, sweet treat. You earned it, after all!” said Fatima as she lowered her mighty breasts onto Harold’s face, burying his mouth and covering his eyes with soft bouncy flesh.

Fatima smiled, feeling Harold’s lips latch onto her right nipple, his hands coming up to cup her amazing rack on the sides. She hummed pleasurably to herself as she let him work over her tits, the man-trapping tits that she had just rubbed down with her high-dosage psychoactive gel. She kept juggling her breasts over his face until she saw his eyes roll around, aimless and unfocused. It was time for phase two.

“Jeanna, tit job now,” she instructed. Jeanna’s poor brain had been smacked back and forth from Fatima’s tits, her husband’s cock, and his ever tasteless collection of neck ties so many times that she meekly followed Fatima’s commands, her mind lost in an ocean of lust. She let Harold’s cock pop out of her mouth and sandwiched it between her boobs.

Fatima pulled her nipple out of Harold’s mouth and dangled her boobs above his eyes. He grinned like an idiot and followed them around helplessly with his head, giggling drunkenly with every bounce of Jeanna’s tits on his cock.

“You love tits so much, don’t you Harold? You love them bouncing and peeking out of ladies’ shirts. You get so distracted at important meetings, daydreaming about seeing a sexy business woman’s blouse come down and give you a glimpse at her perky nipples. It makes your cock so hard and horny, doesn’t it?”

“Y-y-y-yeaaah!” Harold babbled.

“Our huge tits make your cock want to cum, don’t they?” Fatima teased, letting her breasts fall and clobber Harold on his unresisting face.

“Uh-huh, huh, huh…”

“But you can’t cum, can you? You’ve been trying for so long, for so hard to cum on Jeanna’s lovely tits. Why can’t you do it, baby?” Fatima said as she ran her finger delicately over Harold’s ear.

“D-don’t…know…” Harold said with a look of agony.

Fatima beamed, please to see that her little concoction was working exactly as she designed.

“You can’t cum because our tits are taking all your power, Harold,” Fatima whispered. “You used to have so much power in your cock. No woman could resist it. We couldn’t resist it. Hell, Jeanna still can’t!”

Between Harold’s legs, Jeanna was blissfully squeezing Harold’s cock in between her breasts, staring down at his member in mindless awe.

“You’ve been very naughty, Harold!” Fatima continued, “Using your cock to hypnotize your sexy wife. To hypnotize me. I wonder how many women you have under the spell of your cock, hm?”

To her surprise, Harold muttered an answer.

“Juh…just you, Jeanna, and a dozen secretaries…”

Jeanna continued to pleasure her husband with her tits, but suddenly applied just a little more pressure to his balls.

“Mmmm, you’ve been a very bad, sexy, cocky boy,” Fatima giggled. “But that’s all done now. You’ve been caught, by our titty police!”She battered her tits against his head. “Our titty police are putting your cock under arrest. They’re taking all the power away from your cock. Jeanna’s tits are filling up with it, my tits are filling up with your cock’s power. All the power your cock had to control and mesmerize is swelling up in my boobs, turning your mind to mush the longer you stare. See them getting bigger and bigger, baby?”

Harold didn’t answer, he didn’t have to. Fatima could see his eyes swivel around and around as he watched the pair of tits above him grow and sparkle, anchoring his thoughts with their gravity.

“They are getting bigger and bigger Harold. Just like your cock is getting bigger and bigger, harder and harder the more Jeanna squishes it between her breasts. Our tits are sucking out your willpower, your brain, even your name. Isn’t that right? It’s so hard to think with such a hard cock.”

Harold frowned, a thick gauze of horny pleasure wrapped around his mind. He knew his own name of course. Whatever it was, he knew it. He just couldn’t think right now when he was so horny.

Fatima turned her head to the door and nodded. Tony, fully clothed, marched blankly into the office carrying a stack of legal binders. Harold was too occupied with Fatima’s breasts to notice him or the pen that Fatima slipped into his curled hand.

“Can you remember your name, baby” Fatima teased as she juggled her breasts in front her entranced boss.

“H—h—Harold…” he said meekly.

“Good, Harold. Very, very good,” Fatima patronized him. “Watch my breasts swinging back and forth and just let my voice slide into your head. We’re going to play a little game. I want to see how many times you can write your name for me, Harold. Every time you write your name, your cock is going to get bigger and harder. You’re going to feel hornier and more of your brain is going to sink down into your balls. You won’t cum until I say so and it will be the best orgasm of your entire life. Got that?”

“Yes…” Harold agreed with glassy eyes and wide vapid smile.

Fatima continued to sway and bounce her chest in a maddeningly sexy rhythm while she reached out her hand to Tony. Tony obediently handed her the first document.

“Sign here, sweetie,” commanded Fatima. Harold made his signature without a single complaint, only a moan of unbearable pleasure as Jeanna rolled his member around her cleavage. Fatima turned the page.

“And here.” Harold obeyed and was rewarded with another warm jolt shot up his spine from Jeanna’s delicate fingers tapping on his cock.

“And here. And here. Initial here. One, no, three more here, here, and here!” Fatima kept waving document after document in front of Harold’s face as he signed each of them without the slightest thought to what he was agreeing to. The only voice inside his head now was Fatima’s silky words and his insistent cock that kept pulsing and swelling up harder and harder.

“And just one more here,” Fatima said as he pointed at the bottom line of the last form that would irrevocably transfer all of Harold and Jeanna’s business assets, personal finances, home and real estate properties, and their power of attorney to Fatima. She usually would have to have both partners sign off, but Harold was so petty that he put all of his wife’s personal finances in his name, making it so easy to fleece the two of them at once.

“That’s so good Harold. Jeanna is making your cock feel so good too. Your brain is packed into those tight balls of yours. You need to let it all out Harold. It’s like a tempest swirling around in your balls. You’re gonna cum so hard. You’re going to cum all those smart, smart brains out of your balls, so there’s absolutely nothing left up here,” Fatima lightly tapped Harold’s forehead as he continued to stare slack jaw at her wobbling tits, “except exactly what I tell you.”

Jeanna dutifully kept Harold’s cock at rigid attention, slowing down and speeding up to keep him blissfully stuck on the edge of climax. Fatima could see in his eyes that his brain was fried to a crisp. Time to flush it all away.

“Cum now, Harold. Cum all over Jeanna’s wonderful tits. Let it all gush out of you, your will, your brain, your name. That’s it. Thaaaaat’s it. Let it all cum ouuuuttt…”

Time stood still as jets of hot white cum spurted out, painting Jeanna’s bust in slick, pearly white seed. The man under Fatima’s tits groaned and lay back, his body completely exhausted and his mind smashed to pieces. He blearily looked up to see Fatima’s smug face smiling back at him from over the swell of her boobs.

“Now can you remember your name?” She asked.

The man thought, his eyes crossing with the effort. He shook his head.

“Your name is cocksucker,” Fatima said, an evil flash in her eyes. She threw a look to Tony who began taking off his clothes, a soft smile spreading unconsciously over his face. Fatima pointed for him to take a seat, his half erect cock swaying between his legs.

Fatima gently closed Harold’s eyes with her slender finger and then went over to whisper something into Jeanna’s ear. The naked woman, still coated with cum giggled to herself, like Fatima was telling her a raunchy joke and then leaned back in her chair, her hand smoothly running circles over her clit. She moaned and laughed softly to herself with her eyes closed as a particularly arousing dream played over and over in her sleepy head.

Turning back to Harold, Fatima lifted him up to standing by his wrists and brough him to where Tony was sitting with his muscular legs splayed open.

“Kneel down, cocksucker,” Fatima ordered. Harold obeyed.

“You’ve caused me and my friend Tony quite a bit of trouble, cocksucker,” Fatima said sweetly in Harold’s ear. “But that’s okay. You’re going to love your new job, cocksucker. In fact, I think you and your little business partner will be so busy with your new office duties that you’ll barely have time to run this little corporate empire. But that’s okay, cocksucker. I can take care of everything for you. That’s why you signed over your business to me, wasn’t it?”

“Uh…uh-huh?” Harold said, trying to start his brain again. It was like trying to pull a truck out of a sinkhole.

“That’s right,” Fatima reached down to cup Harold’s balls, jiggling them in the palm of her hands. “You’re in good hands with me. Just watch my friend’s big, beautiful cock. Doesn’t it look so tasty? You can just imagine how good it would feel for a cock like that to get sucked off, can’t you?”

Harold nodded slowly, his gaze completely captured by Tony’s dick.

“Go attend to you new duties, cocksucker!” Fatima commanded.

“Yes…boss…” Harold said as he leaned forward, sucking and fondling Tony’s dick like he was born for it. Harold slurped and pumped Tony’s impressive length in and out of his mouth while Tony lay back with a blissful smile on his face. Fatima knew that Tony wasn’t interested in men, but with a little persuasion on her part, she made him realize that blowjobs were blowjobs. It didn’t matter who was giving him pleasure, just so long as they did a good job, and Harold was doing a surprisingly superb job at the moment.

Fatima leaned back in the office chair, the exhaustion of bending three people to her will in less than twenty four hours began to creep up on her. She was looking forward to a nice restful night for once, but there was still one last thing she had to organize before calling it a day.

“Oh, cocksucker?” Harold didn’t stop blowing Tony for an instant, but turned his head slightly towards Fatima’s voice. “I need you to call in your secretary. We’re going to have a a little talk about the employee meeting next week.”