To work!

You scramble inside quickly despite the suit distracting you with its tightness, it's slippery yet inescapable grip...

Eventually you manage to sit down at your desk and get some work done.

It only takes a few moments to confirm your suspicions; the sheath locked around your cock is sound activated. A few clicks on your keyboard is enough for it to start vibrating at a lower setting, each tap seems to make the vibration last a few seconds.

"... Hi.... HI! Oh fuck...FUCK! Uhhh stop damn it..! Gnnnnn..." you say a few times as a test, but the vibrations quickly amplify in strength and quickly drive you wild. It takes a few minutes to realise your yells of pleasure are feeding back into you.

You cover your own mouth with a hand to silence yourself as the sheath quickly pushes you towards an orgasm, but it cuts out quite suddenly when it can't detect any further noise.

You briefly think about ripping it off you but Faye told you not to interfere with it, so you don't.

You sit back down at your computer and keep typing. Soon though a message pops up that you instantly dread: you have a meeting in 5 minutes, and its a teleconference.

You could say your busy with stuff, but since your working from home, it's to be expected to be available for meetings like this. Even though you weren't going to use your camera, the voices would be...

... Loud.

The small part of your mind is more than happy to take the challenge though and before you know it you've connected and started talking.

"Hey guys hows it.. going today..?" The vibrations start up again almost immediately as you speak, and the responses from your team mates are boomingly loud, driving the device crazy! You scramble to lower the volume before your driven mad by the overly enthusiastic sheath, but your latex clad fingers can't find the controls.

Itd keeps buzzing angrily, your team mates seem to be talking over one another and its all you can do to smash the mute button on your keyboard to silence your mic as the vibrations around your cock are too much, throwing you off the cliff of release.

"Fffffffuckkk AHHHHH!!!" The device is torturous in its demands to make you cum, drawing your orgasm out further and further. You fall off your chair and try to grab at the sheath to stop it but it is relentless. You start crying as you realise the toy won't ever stop making you cum until you silence everything you can. You scramble to your hands and knees, inadvertently allowing the sheath to suck itself onto your cock even further and wring out the last drops of your seed.

You groan a little and close your eyes to grind your hips against it, simultaneously hating and loving it. Eventually though you do manage to lower the volume of your team mates and gain some semblance of control back as the sheath finally stops torturing you.