Five Nights At Freddie's Sundrop/Moondrop Smuts

Office

"Come in," I called as someone knocked at the door.

"Sir, I finished those papers you asked me to do."

"Thank you, Ms Earl. Leave them on my desk, please." The woman nodded, laying the pile of papers neatly on my desk, pausing for a moment to stare. I began to sweat.

Had she noticed? "What an interesting chair you have, sir."

I smiled weakly. "Just got it today." The second she had left the room, I let out a strained moan. "Did you have to do that? She almost noticed!" I hissed as my chair began to move. Moondrop only chuckled in my ear, pushing his hips up, making me fall forwards with another strangled whimper. Above my desk, I was professional. Suit and tie pristine, hair neatly combed back. Below my desk, I was naked and sitting on Moondrop's cock while Sundrop made sure my cock ring stayed in place.

"I know you're loving this, sweetheart, don't lie. If you didn't have the cock ring you'd be making a mess of your office floor, wouldn't you?" I whimpered and nodded, grinding against him. Automatically, my hand reached down to jerk myself off, but Sundrop slapped my hand away and replaced it with his own.

Another knock at the door. "Fuck, what is it now?" I muttered in annoyance, biting my lip as Sundrop jerked me off. "Come in! Ms Earl, can't you see I'm a little busy right now?" I gritted out, trying to squeeze my thighs together as Sundrop began to fondle my balls on top of jerking me off.

Ms Earl looked surprised. "Apologies, sir, I didn't realise. Is everything alright?"

My face was probably very red from the stimulation and embarrassment of it all, but I tried to smile at her. "Everything is fine. Can you come back in 10 minutes while I finish this paper, please?"

"Of course, sir." Ms Earl rushed out the door, and I felt a little guilty. But only for a moment, because Moondrop was thrusting upwards into me, hitting my prostate.

I groaned in pain as I felt an orgasm coming on. "Please...take off the cock ring," I whispered. "Need to cum."

Sundrop jerked me faster, teasing my slit with his finger. "No can do, sweetheart. You'll make a mess of your floor."

"I don't care," I whimpered in reply. But Moondrop thrust particularly hard against my prostate, and Sundrop applied just enough amount of pressure to my slit that I ended up having a dry orgasm, squeezing my eyes shut in pain.

"How adorable," Moondrop commented, picking up your lace panties from the floor. "Maybe you should wear these more often."