What do you do when you are sitting at your desk, in walks one of your regional sales staff, and at the exact same time, your dick is in the hands of your secretary, who is hiding under your desk between your legs?
I'll tell you what I did. I slid my chair closer and stayed seated. I could just make out Sarah's face, hidden under my large thick mahogany wood desk. I was still fully dressed in my charcoal suit, the one my secretary has complimented me on often. Oh yeah, one slight difference than how I'm normally clothed in the office. My zipper is fully unzipped, my cock completely exposed save for the parts of it my secretary had her fingers around.
Just as I went to shake John's hand, one of my senior salesmen, still seated, Sarah began sucking on the head of my cock. I coughed to cover up the sudden jump I did as John sat, beginning to go through the week's sales reports. I couldn't focus on that, as much as I tried. Instead, every sound from John's mouth was drowned out by the sensation of Sarah's hot, wet mouth, closed around the tip of my engorged cock. Her tongue was sliding around in circles, causing my dick to jerk within her grasp. Her eyes, her teasing, taunting eyes were staring up at me as she performed her fellatio talents during one of the most inappropriate times.
I looked up to John, realizing I'd been weirdly staring down at my crotch. He seemed unfazed, droning on about projections and commission percentages and a bunch of other shit that wasn't anywhere close to as important as Sarah starting to slide her mouth down my thick shaft. Half way down she began bobbing her head, the tip of my cock rubbing against the roof of her mouth a little as she began to hum slightly, just loud enough for my ears to pick up the sound, the vibrations sending shivers up my spine, making my toes curl within my shoes.
Fuck, John was asking for me to approve time off for him. I began to stammer a response, my initial attempts at speech thwarted with Sarah engulfing the remaining half of my cock into her throat, gagging just barely loud enough for John to have heard if I hadn't coughed even louder, several times as she decided to rapidly bob her head at the full depth of my cock down her throat, her gagging sound brief, but just loud enough requiring me to cover up our illicit activity.
I somehow recovered, John and I going back to scheduling discussions, and where we could make some changes to get him his time off he wanted. Sarah sensed my cognizant conversation with him. She tapped my thigh, making me look down for just a moment. I watched, her mouth still firmly sheathing my rock solid cock inside her mouth as she began to slip out of her dress. It was a very flowing halter top dress, easily removed, and instantly her breasts, nipples firm, came into view. I was barely able to see that she was indeed wearing panties as she wiggled a bit, letting the dress pool around her legs, letting it rest there before returning back to her task, coaxing glorious sensations through the nerves surrounding my turgid flesh.
I somehow managed to turn my attention back to John, having missed everything he said. Thankfully he was going on and on about his plans for his time off. I managed to pay attention to about five words before Sarah once again drew my mind and body to once again zone in on her. She moved her mouth up to the very tip of my cock, her mouth sucking hard around it, tongue dancing magically over my skin. Her hands though, fingers interlocking and wrapping around my shaft, began to stroke, strong and firm, slow strokes. It was then that I noticed how wet she had made my cock. The sound from under my desk was noticeable to me, causing a wave of panic to hit me. I jerked my head up at John, terrified that he would hear and understand what was going on immediately.
Relief washed over me as John took my head jerk as a reaction to something he had said, continuing his tirade about something that I not only didn't give a fuck about, but also had no fucking clue what it was about. I glanced back down to Sarah, and she was smirking. She knew, from John talking even louder and faster, that she was safe. She started stroking faster, harder, her hands slick from her spit all over my dick. The sound got just a little louder, and yet John continued on, oblivious. After a minute, she scowled, and I soon realized why. She was upset that her saliva that had been all over my cock had started to dry up. She rectified the issue by swallowing every inch of my cock, then releasing my dick and spitting all over it as quietly as she could, covering every inch in her drool. Pleased with herself, since it literally dripped off my balls, she went back to stroking my cock, even more vigorously. My mind was starting to go partially numb as my body focused its entire attention on what my dick was experiencing. After a couple more minutes of this, she began to hum, causing my balls to twitch, starting to bring me into the realm of an impending orgasm. The added sensation felt mind numbingly wonderful. I began to worry a little, if she kept this up, I'd be coming, in front of John, an idea that I wasn't very fond of.
