Scream her complaints into the dick lodged in her throat!

"...AA AAO, MY OSS AME OWN MY ROA WIIE I WA EAEANG II. II AS ISUS-ING! UUS, E EEPS AAING EE ON HE HEAH. I AA US RYING OO OO MY OB, UU IS ORK EIRONEN IS UN-ENABE!" Evelyn tried her best to put on a professional face as she screamed her complaints around John's dick, currently lodged in her throat. She slowed down her throat cleaning repetitions a lot while speaking, but never really stopped. This had the odd effect of making her voice go louder then quieter then back - all while bits of spit flew out of the side of her mouth and landed on Johns hips. Then, when Eve got to the deepthroat portion of her throat cleaning repetition, she was **** to rub her face back and forth through the spit, messing up her makeup and face even further.

It was quite a sight. John would almost be inclined to laugh, if it didn't feel so fucking good. John really didn't bother trying at all to decipher what she was saying at first. He leaned over to the coffee table and grabbed a pen and pad sitting on it. "Please repeat that, I need to make sure I'm getting all of it."

Evelyn shouted the whole thing again. It went on for quite awhile, actually, even if her complaints seemed to be only at the tail end. John frowned. He had written what she said as best as he could, but it honestly still wasn't clear. "Again, please. I would hate you to think you aren't being heard."

John found that he was actually able to get a better sense of what she was saying if he focused on the vibrations coming through his cock. He checked his notes as she screamed around his dick with tongue flailing, and saw that it seemed he mostly had it all:

Eve screamed once more [translated from cocktalk]: ["Hello, sir. Thank you so much for making the time to meet with me today. I've heard that it can be hard to meet with HR at corporations like this one, so I want to assure you I value your position and input here. I do have some concerns. I want to lead by stating my discontent with the manner of position I have found myself in - I feel my skills as an accountant are being wasted. But most importantly, my boss came down my throat while I was cleaning it! It was disgusting! That's gotta count as sexual **** or harassment in the workplace, or something! Plus, he keeps patting me on my head! I am just trying to do my job, but this work environment is untenable!"]

John verified that he had everything properly written down, then looked down at her with a confused expression. "Could you say it all two more times? I want to verify all of this."

Eve looked up nodded with a helpful, professional smile. She started once more. She was very careful to enunciate as clearly as she could, dragging her tongue roughly around the underside of John's dick as she did so. Evelyn repeated her concerns: ["... most importantly, my boss came down my throat as..."] John relaxed into the feeling. Mmmmmm....

Suddenly, she felt John's dick start to pulse again! Cum shot into her mouth, but she did her best to finish speaking despite the humiliation. She was right in the middle of submitting a formal complaint about exactly this! Except... the first time, she wasn't in the middle of a punishment telling her to swallow everything that came out of this dick-cum-****-device. Now bits of cum were flying out of the sides of her mouth, landing on John's hips. She hesitated with her throat cleaning repetition. She really didn't want to sink it deeper and rub her face in the cum-spit.

John looked up from his clipboard after his orgasm subsided. "I have it now. Please continue with your throat cleaning repetitions while I work out an appropriate response." After seeing that his cum-spattered hips made her hesitant to fully deepthroat him, he placed a hand on the back of her head and pushed again. "Please don't shirk your duties, no matter what punishment or circumstance may inspire you to do so. We aspire to excellence here," he said as he ground her face and eyes into his cum-covered lower torso.

He let go and, despite Eve's stinging red eyes, she kept pressing her face and torturing herself on his dick with no additional prodding. Eve realized that if she was going to get her complaint addressed, it was worth trying to impress the HR professional. He needed to see that she was willing to do the work, and was worth helping acclimate to her new position. She felt tears run down her cum- and throat-slime-covered face. It felt unprofessional, but she couldn't help but notice that the HR lead was smiling at her. It made her feel satisfied that her work was being noticed. Maybe he'd be able to help her after all!

John smiled down at her and nodded, then looked back at his paper. "Good job! I'm so happy for you. It's such a joy to see a new employee rise to the occasion and excel at a new position. Let's take a look at your complaints, and see what we can do."