Oliver Lamb has settled in beautifully as the movie studio COO's executive assistant. The young man was almost too young for the position and completely inexperienced, but he brought enthusiasm and an eagerness to service his boss's every need. Skills can be taught, but that kind of devotion is rare. Oliver has found his rhythm and genuinely loves his job—especially those afternoon breaks, when he helps his boss unwind, work through the stresses of a hectic morning, and power past that brutal afternoon slump.
The other day, Rocky was tied up on a phone call when Oliver strolled in with a fresh cup of coffee. Rocky hadn't asked for one, and he suspected his young assistant was just looking for an excuse to check in. It was about time for their morning fuck anyway. Rocky pointed at his crotch, and the boy dropped to his knees in a flash. Rocky was looking forward to their session as much as Oliver was, but business is business. Truth is, he loves getting sucked off during a call. It reminds him he's a pornographer—a man who can cross lines and get away with it. He's also the boss. His company, his rules, his fuckboy assistant.
So Oliver has his boss's fly unzipped, working the man's thick cock deep into his throat. He's improved a lot, but he still can't quite take it balls-deep, no matter how hard he tries. Assholes stretch, throats don't. Unfortunately for him. Rocky wraps up the call as fast as he can. He needs more than a blowjob. The second he hangs up, he has Oliver up on the desk, on his knees. If he'd had that desk custom-built for fucking the boy, the height couldn't be any more perfect.
Rocky dives in, working his tongue into Oliver's hole, his cock so hard it aches. He eases his way inside, building up speed, and Oliver is moaning and panting like the little fuckboy slut he is. Oliver works his magic, and the snack he serves up satisfies Rocky's hunger completely, leaving the boss recharged and ready to tackle the rest of his day.