Turn the tables on her

Seeing Padma on her knees in the compromising position, you really want her to give your cock a good workout with her mouth, but then you have an idea that's more fun.

"I notice most of your clients are women," you note.

"Yes. So?"

"So, maybe you're not giving male clients enough to look forward to," you say, stepping away from in front of Padma. She looks relieved to have your cock out of her face. If only she knew what you had planned.

You walk to the massage table, but this time you get on it and lay down on your stomach, which isn't very comfortable with your hard erection, but you do it anyway. "Since you're the boss, I bet you know how to give a massage, right? Go get some oil on your hands and come give me a massage," you say resting your head sideways.

"No! You should leave. I- Wait, why won't my body listen to me?!?" Padma says. She's freaking out but her body does as you instruct as she applies massage oil to her palms, rubs them together, then you feel her soft hands on your shoulders. As her hands start to work on your back, Padma falls silent. After a while, she speaks again.

"How are you doing this to me? Some kind of hypnosis?"

"I have my ways. Don't worry, I won't hurt you, nor is there anything you can do about it."

Padma seems to come to terms with that understanding and stops talking, so you close your eyes and enjoy the massage. While her hands are soft, she uses just enough pressure to ease out the knots in your muscles and she's actually pretty good at it. However, you stay focused on your ultimate goal and after a few minutes, turn around on your back. Your cock springs up, free from the table. You open your eyes just in time to see Padma apply more oil to her hands then lay them on your chest, continuing your massage. She stares at you, not having to look at what her hands are doing which seem to have a life of their own under your control. Her hands keep moving down gradually to your waist level and she's rubbing your stomach, seemingly not going any further down. You assume that's because her body is adhering to the instruction of giving you a massage, while her eyes dart occasionally over to your cock, knowing that she will have to handle it at some point. It's actually quite thrilling for you to know how close her hands are without touching your cock.

Reaching up with one hand, you pull at the right shoulder strap of her red dress. It slips off her smooth skin, and while she continues to massage you, Padma is powerless to resist.

"Stop it," she says. You pull a little bit more, until the right side of her dress loosens and slacks down, exposing her bare breast. She's not wearing a bra, and there's a little bit of sag in her hefty breast, but it's nice nonetheless.

"Show me the other one," you say.

"Please..." Padma begs you, but her body does it anyway and she slips the other strap off her left shoulder. The moment she does, the entire dress slinks off her body and to the floor. She's wearing a black thong that barely covers her pussy.

"I think it's time your hands move a little further down. Do it," you say, then Padma's hands move down, massaging your thighs. She's sniffing loudly, **** back tears as her hands finally wrap around your cock, stroking it slowly with both hands and getting it all oiled up.

"I bet it would feel great between your breasts, don't you?" you ask tauntingly.

"No. Please, I'll do anything."

"Of course you will. You already are." You laugh so hard the table shakes. "Come on, do it." Immediately, Padma leans forward, using two hands to hold her breasts and then tuck your cock between them, like a hotdog in a bun. You can only see the tip of your cock peeking out of the top of the valley of her ample breasts as she holds the position.

"Fuck my cock with your tits," you command, and Padma starts to move up and down awkwardly in the tough position, but it feels amazing to have your cock sandwiched in her warm mounds of flesh. A single tear drips down her right cheek, and you decide to change the mood a little and have a little more fun at Padma's expense. Without her noticing, you deactivate your mind control ring.

"Okay, okay. Next, let's play a game. Yeah?"

Padma doesn't respond, looking miserable.

"Answer me."

"Yeah. Whatever," she says reluctantly.

"Mouth, ass, and pussy-" you start to say, but Padma interrupts you.

"I don't like that word."

"Pu-"

"Yes."

"Well, what do you call it?" you ask with a leer.

Padma looks away, though she continues giving you a titjob, before she answers. "Just vagina," she says softly.

"Okay, vagina. Mouth, ass, and vagina. You get to choose, 1 to fuck me with, 1 to let me cum in."

Padma turns to you with her beautiful eyes wide in horror, and you grin back at her. You can see that she's seriously thinking about the choice you've given her. She looks down the gap between her breasts at your cock. "I'm not taking that in my ass either way," she murmurs to herself.

Then, she looks back at you and says, "Mouth to- no, wait... vagina, then mouth." She takes a deep breath as she waits for your response.

"Stop the titjob and stand up straight," you say, testing to see if she'll do it. She does it, releasing your cock from her breasts and standing straight. She has no idea that you've released her from your mind control. She then looks at you expectantly, probably eager to get this ordeal for her over with, knowing that you're probably excited from the titjob and won't last long. She isn't wrong.

"I want to hear you say it, what do you want to do?" you smirk.

Padma swallows her saliva hard. "I... want you to-"

"No, I'm not doing anything. I'm the customer," you correct her.

"I want you- I want to fuck you with my vagina, then let you cum in my mouth," she says under her breath.

"Louder. I can't hear you, nor can the cameras."

"I want to fuck you with my vagina, then let you cum in my mouth!" Padma says louder and angrily this time.

You chuckle, then motion at your cock, crossing your arms behind your head. "Then go ahead!"

You watch Padma, while she stares at your cock. For a few seconds, she inhales and reaches for her thong and pulls it down. She steps out of it, and you see her slightly hairy though groomed bush as she raises her legs and climbs onto the table, facing away from you. It's not what you'd have preferred, but you don't want to break the news to her that she's no longer being controlled and is actually doing this on her own volition, so you keep your mouth shut as she straddles you. You feel her hand grab your cock and you admire her round ass as she sinks lower until your cock is pressing against the entrance of her pussy. She pauses for a moment, before you groan from the pleasure of entering her.

Padma then starts to move her hips, just fucking the tip of your cock and it slips out several times. Each time, she quickly puts it back in. You know what she's doing, and you're tempted to grab her hips and pull her all the way down, but you exercise restraint and resist the urge. Shortly, it's obvious that Padma's legs are getting tired from having to half-squat, and she slowly, and unwittingly, lowers herself onto your cock inch by inch, taking more of it than she had intended.

From behind her, you can hear her breathing grow heavier, and even the occasional moan that she tries to conceal. Her left hand appears to be holding her breasts to prevent them from flopping around, while her right hand holds onto the base of your cock to keep it steady for herself. Pretty soon, she's full on riding you and her moans are getting louder. You're getting pretty excited from her fucking you too, and you struggle to hold off your climax, trying to think about other things to distract yourself, hoping to outlast Padma.

Luckily, you don't have to wait too long as Padma suddenly leans forward and grabs your knees for support. She gasps, then moans, then gasps again as you feel her the walls of her pussy spasming around your cock. That triggers your own ejaculation and you start to cum inside her. In her throes of pleasure, it takes Padma a few seconds to realize what that warm stream inside her is, and she shrieks.

"No! My mouth! Cum in my mouth!" she exclaims, lifting herself off your cock and pushing her ass backwards towards your face. She practically shoves her pussy into your face as her mouth clamps down on your cock, like she's trying to plug a leak, and starts sucking furiously to get all of your cum. In return, you grab her ass cheeks and spread them apart and start licking her pussy, subtly tasting a little bit of your own cum, but you ignore it.

Abruptly, you feel your cock exposed to the air as Padma's mouth leaves it, and she shrieks again and jumps off the table, pulling her pussy away from your face. She looks at you, horrified and ashamed. You suspect she realizes now that she was no longer under your control, though she doesn't say anything. Grinning to yourself, you get up from the table and get dressed while Padma just stands there in stunned silence. You head to the door to leave, but not before going over to her and giving her a peck on the cheek.

"Did you... did I...?" she asks in a whisper.

You wink and walk out.