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.
Much to my relief again, John settled the issue for me, thanking me for listening to what he had to say, as if I even heard or remembered one word. He made his way out of my office, leaving the door slightly open. I looked back down to see Sarah finally releasing me from her hands and mouth, wiping off a large amount of her own spit from her chin. I glared down at her, and she had the decency to blush and shyly smile up at me.
"I'm sorry sir, was I out of line?" She had the audacity to chuckle. All I could do was just try to maintain breathing correctly. I wasn't in a position to admonish her in any way just yet, not until my brain had a few moments to recover. But she apparently had another plan for us. She turned around, her panty covered pussy aimed towards me, then turned her head to look at me. "I wanted your tasty cock here instead the whole time, sir." So innocent sounding, yet her words were definitely not innocent at all. I watched, mutely, as she reached back and peeled her panties down to her knees, leaving them there. She then brought herself backwards towards me, towards my cock which was still hard and dripping wet from her mouth. She stopped once she felt my tip gently tap against her pussy.
"Oh sir, I'm sorry, this is so inappropriate at work. I shouldn't be doing anything like this." She sweetly spoke as she began to rub her pussy up and down over the tip of my cock. I watched as her pussy juices and her spit mixed together over my flesh. I wanted nothing more than to shove my chair forward and sink myself into her, but there was no way I was going to risk that at work, not after the seriously close call that happened just a few seconds ago.
Sarah didn't seem to be having that thought though, as she began to slide her pussy faster over me, making sure the tip grazed over her hard little clit, her moans escaping her lips every time she did so. "I'm pretty sure everyone at work would frown upon this behavior, so unprofessional." She taunted as she reached back, grabbing me at the base of my cock, and aimed me right at her dripping wet little hole. She pushed down onto me just an inch, enough to have about half of the tip of my cock inside her, just enough to keep it in place. Then she spread her middle fingers on either side of my shaft from underneath and began to stroke my cock again. The feeling was so intense, with her under my desk, hidden from view, feeling the heat and moisture emanating from her body onto mine, that small amount of physical connection, yet my body was hyper focused on that one singular point so intensely that I couldn't even feel anything else at all. Her pussy and her fingers, such a delicious pair of sensations at the same time.
