Your boss puts you under his desk.

Your boss approaches your desk. "Jenny, did you send out the reminder email for the conference call later?" he asks.

"No sir" you answer submissively. And trying to hide your excitement you ask "will I be spanked sir?"

"Not by me, but I am sure there are others who will. I prefer to correct mistakes rather than punish, so you will spend the call under my desk making things more interesting."

Eagerly you follow him back to his office. He shuts the door behind you and helps you get under his desk, before he sits in his chair. Looking down at you, with your head between his legs, he informs you "this call is confidential." He then take of his tie and blindfolds you.

"During the call we will be discussing confidential information" he explains, then puts headphones over your ears. You had seen him wear these before when he really needed to focus. You don't know if they are sound cancelling or just very sound proofed. Either way you don't hear him unzip his pants; you only find out his cock is out when it brushes your lips. It's semi-erect so he is probably holding it. You start exploring the tip with your tongue, discovering that he is circumcised.

You continue licking the tip: swirling your tongue and appreciating the uniqueness of his taste. You can smell his musk now its rough and primal but has a certain sophistication to it. Maybe its the hint of his soap or just your own mental image projected onto his smell.

You take just the head in your mouth and wrap your lips around the neck. You gentle suck on just his glans. Feeling him swell slightly, you guess he is now fully erect, and you begin sliding down his shaft. Soon you establish a rhythm.

You can't see or hear, only feel, smell and taste. In the back of your mind, you feel your knees on the cheap carpet, the cuffs holding your arms back and the vibrator still on its low setting. But almost all of your attention is on the veiny member in your mouth. You memorise every bump, noticing the slight change of taste as your tongue moves from shaft to tip. His smell also changes getting more intense each time your head bobs down.

You begin quietly humming to yourself. Partly out of contentment, but mostly because of the slight vibrations you know it causes.

Occasionally, you take the entirety into your mouth. The tip tickles your throat, making it contract and gag around his glans. Your nose dives deep into his pubic hair filling your nostrils with his aroma.

At other times his shaft leaves your mouth completely. So you can kiss or lick your way down to his balls. With his cock rubbing up against your cheek you suck them or roll them over your tongue. Tasting his sweat before pulling back to once again take his cock in your mouth.

Your sense of time starts to drift away, to join sight and hearing. Its just you and this cock. How long will you get to stay like this? an hour? the rest of your day? As you drift through subspace you imagine yourself spending the rest of your life under your bosses desk. You would bring him to orgasm, swallow his cum, clean his penis, and keep it in your soft mouth until he got hard again. The hypnotic cycle went through your sensory deprive mind over and over again.

The dream is broken when you feel his hand on the back of your head, forcing you to pick up the speed. You bob your sucking mouth up and down his cock in time with the pushing and pulling of his hand. Soon his passion has him slamming the back of your throat onto his penis. And finally he holds your head down. Your nose is buried in his pubic hair as he shoots his cum down your throat.

After a few seconds he releases you. You want to pull back at cough, but you suppress the urge. Instead you suck his tip making sure to get every last bit of cum. He removes the headphones and says "well, aren't you a good cock sucker. I will have to find more mistakes for you to correct."

"Thank you for the complement sir" you respond and give his penis one last parting kiss before he helps you up. He takes his tie back. With some napkins helps you clean the drool from your face and wipes your watery eyes, such a gentleman.

You prepare to leave his office.