Stress relief during the meeting

His hand lingers on your ass, giving it a firm squeeze. "Why don't you be a good little cocksucker and crawl under this table. I need a little entertainment during this meeting." Your eyes widen and you can't believe how well the Rulebook is working. No one bats an eye as you get down on your hands and knees and crawl under the conference room table.

Your tits hang pendulously, swaying from side to side as you move towards your boss' crotch. You can hear that they've gone back to discussing business above you, but you can't make out the details as you unzip his fly, fishing out his cock, a thick, heavy shaft that's already swelling in your fingers. You stroke it gently, feeling the warm pulsing throbs, before you wrap your lips around it. It's hot and hard in your mouth, growing longer and longer as your head bobs along its length. You can taste the salty precum as it drips onto your tongue, and you can hear your boss moaning above you.

Before long, he twines his fingers in your hair, taking control of your head as he fucks your face, getting rougher and rougher. His shaft slides down your throat, stretching it out as his balls slap against your chin. His hips buck, and he slides his chair back slightly, pulling your head off his cock to start spraying ropes of hot, sticky cum across your face. The white liquid spatters against your forehead and cheeks, as he keeps lecturing the other employees, eventually letting go of you to leave you naked and dripping with cum in the middle of the meeting.