M-milk?

You groan as her fingers slip around your cock and begin to stroke downwards, wrapping her thumb and forefinger at the base and squeezing with her remaining fingers as she runs down the shaft. She repeats this over and over, only ever stroking downwards towards the head of your cock as you stay there motionless on your hands and knees. Your cock feels as if it's growing longer and longer with every pull, stretching with the firmness of her strokes.

"I've booked the flights for the conference next week," she says nonchalantly, milking away at your cock. "Two hotel rooms too, but we'll only be using one of course."

You groan in pleasure as she teases you, expertly massaging your sensitive shaft.

"Now you need to perform well at this conference. The Northside deal was a good start, but there are going to be some of the top executives from most of the major firms from the west coast in attendance. We might be able to close a deal while we're there, or at least get one rolling. If all goes well, another promotion might be on the cards for you. So I want you to focus on nothing but preparing for the conference, and have a plan in place for each firm we're targeting."

Focus on nothing but the conference? You can barely focus on what she's saying right now! You gasp and your knees begin to shake, feeling yourself leak pre-cum all over the floor. Just as you're about to blow, she removes her hand and pats you on the back.

"Now, now... no cumming until we get to the conference," she purrs, massaging your balls with her fingertips. "I want you full and ready to burst by the time the plane lands."

You collapse onto the floor feebly, with your hard cock sticking out of your pants, and nod obediently as she stands and leaves the office.