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Sex in the Office

Well, Work is Boring...

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A YCH round written for Adagiodajiang and Drackonthanri

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"Sandor... Sandor, where are you taking me?"

Alyssa giggled, the doe-taur dressed modestly for the office in the several-storey building, though it was not as big as some in the city. She was glad that she had come there though, especially as there was at the very least an abundance of elevators so that she could easily get around. Her cloven hooves could be so awkward on stairs when she was going down especially. A long dress hung over her deer half, though the human half of her body, with her hair neatly tied back from her face, was dressed smartly in a white button-up blouse that came down low enough to hide every bit of skin. She was in administration but looking at a promotion to office manager - and everyone thought that the deer-taur would be very good at it too!

Her white fox boyfriend, Sandor, led her down the hall, smirking a little to himself. Oh, really... It was Alyssa's fault for being so cute at work, though he was glad that she had come to work there. After all, he may never have met her otherwise and that was something indeed that Sandor didn't like to think about. Head over heels in love with her, all he wanted to have was her, even as his badge and lanyard bounced around his neck.

"You look too good here," he breathed, backing up towards a supply closet that he really hoped would look, looking from left to right, checking and checking again that the coast was clear. "Alyssa... You really should know what you do to me..."

The doe-taur blushed, but stepped in a little closer, clearly not expecting her boyfriend to go all the way - not while they were at work. It made her a little bolder than she would have been otherwise with the cheeky, ever-naughty fox.

"Mmm, Sandor," she breathed, kissing his muzzle gently, her lips brushing tenderly across his. "I'll do anything you want when we go home...but... Wait, where are we going?"

The fox shoved his way into the closet - and that was where things went a little bit wrong. Or, not wrong, per se...but different.

For the closet was already occupied.

"Oh!"

Sandor stopped dead in his tracks, but he didn't expect to find an executive from another department down on his knees in there, sucking on a manager's cock. He only knew that the orca-like anthro with broad shoulders and a strange feature to his head that made it look like he had a protrusion rising from the back of it (a horn?) was an anthro due to the badge he was wearing. But the light faded quickly as the door swung closed behind him and Alyssa.

"Ah - Sandor!"

Alyssa pressed in against him as Drackonthanri, curiously, glanced over. Not that he minded having an audience, but the dragon with striking off-white and grey scales and a muscular physique had not thought that there was anyone else at the company that simply couldn't wait until quitting time to get their rocks off. He'd had a thing with Orsakia for a while, just flirting, teasing - and they were built quite similarly. He was a switch when it came to taking and receiving, bottoming and topping, so didn't mind sucking cock, though Orsakia was more of a top.

And when everyone wanted Drackonthanri to top, it was a pleasure to be on the bottom sometimes too, twining his tongue around and round a luscious length of cock. He dragged his muzzle to the top, licking off pre-cum from his lips, glancing at the pair.

"Your need is obvious," Orsakia snickered lightly, though the hybrid anthro with deep blue skin, like that of a marine mammal, meant it in a good sense. "We won't bother you if you want to enjoy the show... But I rather like a show too."

Sandor quivered and Alyssa shook her head.

"Sandor!" She hissed. "We can't..."

It was as if it had, in a way, been an option for her from the beginning, though Sandor's hard-on was just one of several things that had alerted the pair to their shared need. Alyssa's scent flooded the small room, shelving stacked with boxes while a small light, an emergency light, flickered and buzzed at the back. He groaned, leaning against the wall and drawing Alyssa with him, the doe-taur inadvertently rubbing up against his crotch.

"Please, Alyssa..." He groaned, taking care to keep his voice low. "They're clearly not going to say anything... And we don't have to say anything about them either, everyone here is just having some fun. I need you so much."

The deer-taur hesitated. Oh, she wanted to do something, wet under her tail and glad that she had the dress, that time, to hide it. That was one of the small benefits to wearing clothes, even though she wouldn't have minded at all leaving her deer half exposed normally. It was just convention, even as her tail twitched, wanting to flick up and expose her need, though the modest part of her told her that she would have kept her tail pinned down most of the time anyway and that no one wanted to see what was under there.

No one besides her boyfriend, Sandor, of course... And he was special.

She pressed in close to him, her heart surging at the bulge of his cock. But she didn't have the bravery or the forwardness to make the first move, even as she nipped at her lower lip, bobbing her head softly. Sandor grinned, dropping a kiss on her nose.

"Come on, Alyssa..." He murmured. "No one here minds, I'll just...get the door..."

Locking it carefully, he shot Drackonthanri and Orsakia a look, though the orca-hybrid and the dragon only smirked back, Drackonthanri with a drool of pre-cum on his lip. The drake would have considered himself quite flexible in his lust and passion, taking top or bottom roles, loving and having sex with whoever they pleased. Orsakia topped more, which suited him well, even as he was shoved back against the wall, his horns knocking into it, the dragon's shirt hanging open to expose his chest and abs.

"Mmph..."

The drake half-closed his eyes, languishing there. His cock swelled up thick and hard but...there was a problem there. Not so much of a problem, per se, but something about his physical anatomy that wasn't usually on show, the slit of a vagina tucked between his legs. With his balls hanging down heavily and, to be fair to him, his dual cocks that fleshed up thickly with bulging heads and spine-like ridges down the backs, often drew the most attention. Yet Orsakia wanted more of him than just his male side that day, even if the dragon presented as male in his general life.

Whereas Drackonthanri did not care, the others there were about to see far more of him than they could ever have bargained for...

Orsakia hissed through his teeth and thrust, the orca-hybrid relishing in putting on a show. Not many would have realised that he was a hybrid of a rare creature, a Lugia, but he didn't need to explain himself. He had not expected to have company in the closet that day but, really, was it that much of a problem? Muscle bulged as he undid the buttons of his shirt, letting it hang open much the same as the dragon's shirt was, though they would have to make sure that they got dressed again in a hurry when the deed was done.

But he was not all that concerned about it. It was hard to be concerned about anything at all with Drackonthanri's tongue curled and twined around his shaft so delightfully, the length pushing from the slit at his crotch. He didn't have a sheath but his dick could still be neatly tucked away when not in use, ensuring that his clothing always looked smooth and fitted him nicely. He had a certain attitude and way of holding himself that he had to keep up, being in the position he was in.

Yet all he was right then and there was a top, sharing a look with the lower-level white fox as Sandor knelt behind Alyssa, pushing her skirts up and out of the way. He growled, clenching his jaw, the rolling pumps of his hips sliding his cock over Drackonthanri's tongue and into the back of his throat. The dragon gulped around his cock, taking a mere moment to adjust to the added pressure.

Sandor shivered. It was strange, very strange... He couldn't ever think of a time that he had had sex with anyone when there were others nearby. He and Alyssa had been very careful, even though they had had sex a few times at the office, which they probably should not have done...

Yeah, they definitely should not have done that. But there was something in the fox that wanted to be seen too, wanted to be watched, sharing in the experience. He didn't want to share Alyssa, of course, but having eyes on him made his fur bristle and his tail fluff up in a way that it had not done for a very long time indeed.

So, maybe that was well enough something that he should lean into. Maybe that was something that, if it suited them both, he could explore a little more with Alyssa...

Yet the heat of her sex was intoxicating as Alyssa braced on the wall, holding herself there lightly with a blush darkening her cheeks to a deeper shade of pink. She moaned softly, tucking her head down, still not knowing what to make of it. But why did her skin prickle so much when he was there, sweat subtly dampening under her arms, hotter than she had realised she had been before? Was the room getting stuffier?

Drackonthanri grunted, though there was little he could do as he tried to focus on giving the best blowjob that he could, panting heavily through his nostrils, wings trying to flap, though they were half-crushed up against the wall. They'd found a bare spot, to be fair, amongst the racking and shelving, but his horns rapping sharply into the wall, trying to gulp and swallow hard around his cock as Orsakia thrust and thrust.

It was delirious to be there, though he had to free his erections too, the sweetness from his pussy soaking into his underwear too. He often wore boxer briefs, to keep everything between his legs nicely where it was supposed to be, but they were hard to push down, grunting around the thick, heady maleness in his mouth, pre-cum trickling down his throat. Getting to taste that pre-cum for once rather than topping and dominating was simply exquisite, the drake shuddering.

Still, even in his position...he couldn't stop a smirk from pulling at his lips, finding enough space to tangle his tongue around Orsakia's cock, dragging it up, though it was not for Drackonthanri to control. No... Not that time. That time, he could trust Orsakia to let him give up just a little bit of control, though falling into true submission was not always that easy for the dragon.

That was okay. No one had to be only one thing, after all...

Alyssa squeaked as Sandor lapped into her pussy, clapping a hand over her lips. Oh, she didn't know what she was doing, why her legs were quivering, why everything felt so weird, all over... But it felt good, so very good, and she was sure that Sandor would not lead her astray.

"Ooohhhh..." She moaned, barely able to keep it back behind the muffling effect of her hand. "This... Sandor... Mmmm... Is this...okay?"

Orsakia laughed and let his head roll back, his fingers curling around one of Drackonthanri's horns.

"Mmm, little doe-taur, everything is okay in here," he all but purred, a strange click rising from his lips, though they were harder and more beak-like - like the snout of an orca, truly. "Do as you will. If you need assurance that what goes on in here is private, you have it from me. We will not say anything about what you're doing in this closet...or anywhere else in the building, to anyone."

He grunted, languishing in pleasure, though was pleased, quietly so, that he could help her out too, watching her relax a little more, hiding her face down between her raised arm.

The deer-taur whimpered, the fox's tongue curling up inside her pussy, seeking out her G-spot. It was a little deeper inside her pussy than it would have been found on an anthro like the fox, though he found it all the same, wanting to make her moan and grunt just as much as Drackonthanri was.

He just wanted to see how far the lust and passion twirling and twining in the air around them would go. His skin prickled and tingled, though he was sure that the hackles on the back of his neck were raised too, every nerve ending in his body set on fire, alight with desire.

His cock was so hard, so achingly hard. They were all trying to be quiet in there, aware that others were passing outside the door, even if, that time, Sandor was positive that it was locked. That was not something that he would have put Alyssa through, burying his muzzle in her pussy as if he had something to prove.

Without being watched before, Sandor could never have known how intoxicating it was: both being watched and putting on a show too. He kept glancing at Orsakia and Drackonthanri (oh, fuck, it felt weird to be referring to them so informally in his head) even as his tongue slurped up into Alyssa. And he didn't have to worry about her pleasure when her moans kept rising, her hand having to work overtime to fold her fingers over her lips and keep her cries as soft as possible.

That was all she could do, even though there was a big part of the fox too that thought that it wouldn't have been that bad, even, if they were caught.

"Mmmph... Sandor..." She breathed, though they were not words that came easily to her lips, not even then. "You make me...need you...so much..."

Her words were barely above a whisper, though she was more than comfortable there right where she was, trying to ignore the others there. But there was something that kept her trying to press on and continue, rocking her hips very lightly back at him as her dress exposed her backside. Oh, it was wrong to be so on show right there in front of the executives - hadn't that dragon been flirting with the sales executive the other week too? - but she didn't want to push things too far.

Or not far enough... Oh, it was confusing, but it was better when Sandor freed his cock, pressing it up against the slit of her pussy, rubbing it up and down. She moaned and blushed heavily. What was it about everything there that made her legs so weak?

She couldn't hold it, not as his tongue flicked over her clit, toying with her quickly, though the fox had something in mind. He put more and more pressure on her, teasing her body, her lust rising until it couldn't be contained anymore.

"Oh! Mmmph!"

She gulped, orgasm overwhelming her, shaking bodily as she flexed and pulled around the fox's tongue. It dipped sensually into her as he ate her out, and she let it all flow from her, her pussy grinding back urgently against his tongue, needing it, craving it. She panted heavily, leaning on the wall, though her legs shook, Sandor even slipping a couple of fingers into her pussy.

Yet, with her orgasm, came the fox's need... His hard cock would lead him right to her pussy as he stroked it briefly, shuddering in delight.

Oh, that risk... Fuck! He was not usually one to be so crude, but it had him harder than ever, his cock throbbing and aching, wanting to fuck her and power into her even then. He was not trying to prove something and he was, especially then, one thing after the other colliding as the wet, gulping sound of the dragon swallowing around Orsakia's dick seemed to fill the room.

"Mm... You hold out well, little fox..." Orsakia teased, a low, guttural groan flowing from his lips like a pour of water. "I thought you'd have her on your dick by now... Aren't you a little hot under the collar over there?"

Sandor blushed and shook his head, though that was merely a reflex. He didn't have to say anything and yet he felt like he had to, trying to put on a confident, sly grin, though the fox was not sure how well it came off.

"Maybe, but that's only because I've got the hotter partner..."

Orsakia drew back a little. Oh, it was good fun to have someone around whom he could bounce off verbally! That wasn't something that came up all that often, as a couple of his friends had moved away, and his tail swung behind him, the end curved with the blue fluke of an orca. His beaked lips parted into a grin, his tail coming around to expose a little more of Drackonthanri's chest, the yellow gem embedded in the centre and the grey, crossed markings.

Damn, his partner was hot... Well, his "fling at work" was hot, to be more accurate about it, though there was only lust and raw passion between them. They could fuck around as much as they pleased, though there was something good about having a partner for sex that wouldn't ask for more romantic inclinations too. He supposed that that was the difference between him and Sandor. Even around the office, though the doe-taur and he must surely have thought that they were being pretty discreet, everyone could see just how in love they were with one another.

Maybe he'd have that another time, though that was not something that Orsakia was all that worried about, no, not at all. Not even as he pulled back, dragging his fat member from the dragon's lips, allowing Drackonthanri a few moments in which to catch his breath.

And yet Drackonthanri could not hold back another look, shoving his trousers down as he finally got the belt loose to fully free his balls too, the fat nuts thrumming with seed. Fuck, he needed to get off, though he wasn't sure if there would be time for that part of his body to climax too - not as he scrambled up onto his feet under Orsakia's direction, tail swinging behind him and rattling the racking.

"Unfff..." He grunted. "Gotta be...quiet."

But that was difficult for Drackonthanri as he leaned over a box that had been left in there, his knees bent. It was not the easiest position for him, his black trousers having slid down to his knees, his tail lifted to show off both his tail hole and his pussy to the orca-hybrid. He was so wet between his legs, so needy, the slit of his pussy glistening, surely, with his arousal.

Orsakia chuckled throatily, a light clicking rising from his head as he mildly, inadvertently, used echolocation, even though he didn't need to paint a mental picture of the room at that time. Even if it was quiet and dim in there, the light buzzing and flickering faintly, the shift of muscular bodies and clothing rustling pulling around the dragon.

The orca's hands slid over his muscled backside, gripping him lustfully, fingers digging in, though there was hardly any soft flesh at all for him to shift with his fingers alone. Both Orsakia and Drackonthanri were most certainly in the prime of their physical bodies, lust rising, though it was unusual for the two of them to be as quiet as they were. Both orca-hybrid and dragon could bellow and roar with the best of them if they were fucking in one of their homes, though they preferred a quick fling without all that much hanging around.

It suited them, the heat of their needs.

But Sandor was the one who watched, Alyssa's juices coating his muzzle, his doe-taur leaning increasingly heavily on the wall, though she got more out of hearing what was going on around her than anything else. The fox watched avidly as that big, thick, fleshy member was thrust into Drackonthanri, though it took him a moment - and his twitching nose - to realise that there was more to the dragon than he could have anticipated.

Whoa...

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The fox's lips broke into a grin. That was most certainly one reason that the pair wouldn't want them letting on about what was happening in the office under the nose of those that would have much preferred that they kept hard at work. Well, work was boring most of the time anyway and, truly, Sandor did not understand the inclinations of those anthros that wanted to work and only work.

Wasn't there so much more to life anyway? Like love and sex and just getting out there to have fun?

That was why he joined them, letting Alyssa lean into some of the racking, her fingers curled around a plastic support between shelves for balance, though she was fortunate in the fact that the racking was more than heavy enough that she could not put it off-balance all that easily. It was probably even attached to the wall, so that was not much of a problem, especially as she squatted a little, spreading her hind legs a little more so that she could get down to his level for his cock to grind up against the folds of her pussy.

"Ohhhh!"

That wasn't the doe-taur - that was Drackonthanri. Orsakia thrust hard, grinding the full length of his cock into the dragon's body. She didn't need to see to know what was going on, the grind of male flesh powering into a body, though Orsakia was not like Sandor. She loved Sandor but, in a way, the orca-hybrid (she wasn't quite sure what species Orsakia was as they had not interacted personally really at all prior) was good to look at too.

There was nothing like her lover's cock pushing into her, though she wanted to enjoy the view too, as wrong (and right!) as that felt. She whimpered as he filled her perfectly, easing his cock into her pussy neatly, as if it was meant to be there.

It was always meant to be there.

And that was just how Alyssa and Drackonthanri ended up bent over in the closet getting fucked when they hadn't even anticipated something like that happening in the morning when they had headed to work. It was funny how things worked out... But in a good way, in a very good way.

Alyssa whimpered, unable to help herself from rocking back into Sandor's thrusts, the fox strong and confident, every stroke of his cock smoothly stretching her out. It was as if he had found the perfect rhythm right away, without even having to build up to a pace or a speed that suited them both. Quite literally, he took her breath away, though Alyssa was where she needed to be, panting, moaning, whimpering softly. Her hips rocked back, her tail flicking lightly, fluffy and needing more, so much more...

It may have been embarrassing for her to realise that they were being watched too, the other males so much stronger and bigger than even she and Sandor were.

Orsakia thrust, grinding in deep, though he took his time. Even though he had meetings and work, eventually, to get back to, he thrust hard and fast, his hips practically bouncing off Drackonthanri's backside with every stroke. He filled him repeatedly, his cock sinking deeply into the dragon's pussy.

"Mmmph... Fuck, you're tight..."

He thrust harder, powering in with a few deep, grinding strokes, as if he was putting every ounce of energy he had into the pumps of his cock. Yeah... Yeah, there were other things to be getting on with but sex in the office was as delectable as the first coffee of the day slipping down his throat. If he couldn't be in the water, enjoying the smooth flow of it over his skin, he was more than happy to be buried balls deep inside a hot, wet pussy - or driving into another guy's anal ring.

Either was fine by him, as long as he got what he needed, male, carnal lust swelling to fill the room. He grunted, swinging his tail behind him, though Orsakia was reminded to be a little more careful even as he put on a show. His tail rattled the racking again, shifting a box of papers a few inches to the right when he thumped into it, though it was getting harder and harder for him to hold back.

"How'd you like being watched, fox?" He teased, though there was no malicious intent in his voice, not even as he played fun at him. "Do you think you can keep up?"

Sandor smirked, ears pricked, skin tingling. His tail stiffened behind him in a vulpine challenge but it was all in good fun between him and the dragon, at the very least. It was good, in a way, not to feel like he had to match up to something, even if there was a part of him that didn't want to be the first to cum. It did not matter, of course, though it was not a competition...

He licked his lips, picking up on the question.

"There's nothing to keep up with though," he said, taking a chance, making the scene his own. "You can do as you like... We're just sharing in the show."

Alyssa squeaked, glancing back at Sandor, yet it was hard for her to even think about only one thing as their attention was dragged all over the place. She whimpered and nodded too, even if she did not understand just why things were so hot, why she was so turned on...but she could come to that later.

Drackonthanri leaned forward, in the perfect position with his tail arched up over his back, the tip pointing towards the back of his neck. He could watch from there and, for once, he could relax into the moment, though his feet clawed at the ground. Huh, it seemed that one shoe had fallen off during their passion, but he didn't stop to try to get it back on. He had not been wearing socks anyway, for his claws tended to rip through them easily, though he did vaguely think that he should be careful not to leave any marks on the floor. He didn't want to be caught doing something that he shouldn't, to be fair...

But it was hard to worry about that when Orsakia's cock felt so fucking good inside him, letting Drackonthanri ride it out, closer and closer to orgasm as the twin spires of his cock throbbed. It was so good to be filled by a stud like that, to have his pussy pleasured, squeezing down around him with greater control than he could boast with his tail hole. Every stroke powered into him, thrusting deeply, Orsakia's hips pounding into his backside with every stroke. He hitched up his tail, letting it press out of the way, for he didn't want to get it in his partner's way at all. Not when he was being pounded as wonderfully as he was at that very moment.

It was good, too good, heaving and huffing and panting and grunting thickly and deeply in the back of his throat. Curiously, his eyes locked onto Alyssa, the doe-taur who, even then, was so much smaller than he was, so fine and so light. He wondered just what it would be like to be her, to have a bigger male power over her, though her partner's cock seemed to fit her pussy well.

Every stroke of Sandor's sank hungrily into Alyssa's pussy, though the drake was almost too caught up in the little reverberations that ran through her body as he connected with her. Even the catch and the hitch of her breath was intoxicating, though it was a strange thing for him to be focusing on, his eyes locked onto her. He didn't want to look back at Orsakia, after all, for he knew more than well enough what he looked like. He just clenched his pussy around Orsakia's cock as tightly as he could, relishing in the experience, drinking in the sight, his tongue flickering out of his muzzle to slap against the side of his muzzle.

"Unff... Yes..." He hissed, licking his lips, trying to grind back even as Orsakia powered into him, giving him the strong, overwhelming thrusts that he craved, pussy soaking that cock. "Harder... Cum in me..."

He could ask for more, so much more, though he was languishing where he was, riding the high. It was a different experience to have his pussy filled and he wanted more, so much more. For he could still be on the bottom and call some shots, enjoying the moment, the driving strokes that jolted his body forward into the box.

Sandor grunted, though the fox was getting closer and closer to orgasm, trying to hold back even as he licked his lips and panted heavily. He had not even removed his shirt, lanyard smacking against his chest, though he leaned into knowing that he was being watched too. His office sex flings (with Alyssa, of course) had never before been that kinky and it set his body on fire, as if he was a red fox and not a white fox, showing that burning passion in the colour of his fur too.

Okay, that was a bit of a weird thing to think but Sandor's head was not quite working as well as it could have been. He panted - and climaxed. Yet it was not because the fox was ready for it that time, oh no... He would have wanted to hold off, yet he was so turned on, invigorated by having other eyes on him, that he could not stop himself from erupting, spurt after thick spurt of cream filling her pussy.

Yet...his cock did not soften, the knot hard, bumping up against her folds. Not in the slightest, not as he bared his teeth and thrust and thrust through orgasm, Alyssa whining as she climaxed on his cock. He had not wanted to tie with her, in case he got stuck, though that didn't seem to bother the doe-taur at all. Her pussy closed around him, rippling and pulsing, though the tug of it in bliss was erratic at best. By no means was it something that Alyssa was at all capable of controlling.

But he spent his seed inside her...and kept thrusting. He grunted as he filled her, moaning longingly.

"Unff... Alyssa... Your pussy..."

He slammed in, though it seemed that Orsakia was struggling to hold back too. Whereas he had cum once and found himself ready for more, the orca-hybrid was going for one, momentous orgasm. And he was taking Drackonthanri right along with him.

The drake grunted, his pussy tight, so very tight. It was like something was drawing tauter and tauter inside him and he shook his head, trying to hold on. But he was not meant to hold off, not as that pressure built and built inside. His cocks swelled, thickening up at the base, though he had not meant to cum that way - it would make a mess! It was not for Drackonthanri to decide, however, as Orsakia stifled a bellow, hammering into him as he exploded.

And then hot, rich streams of cum were flowing up deeply inside him, need coursing through, though it was finally being released. Drackonthanri bit into his arm, stifling his cries with the sleeve of his shirt, yet his pussy closed around Orsakia's dick, rippling, pulling, milking him of every drop of cum that he had to offer him.

The dragon would have it, every last drop, pulling it from the orca-hybrid's body, again and again, moments flowing through, pulse after pulse. He tried to hold back, but he was aware of his cocks jerking and twitching, losing control. Hot splatters of cum, the aftermath to the orgasm from his pussy, thrumming up inside him, washed over the box that he was leaning over, though Drackonthanri was too far gone to care.

All that was there, in risking everything in the office that they all worked at, was lust. Sandor grunted, slamming into Alyssa, the doe-taur grunting into her hand as if he was going to climax all over again, holding onto the racking, though she curled her fingers around it so tightly that it left marks on the insides of her fingers.

The fox hissed out through his teeth, the racking rattling above them, though he knew that he had to keep going - for that was what his body wanted him to do. He had to keep thrusting, humping and grinding, slamming into her body as if there was nothing else left for him but passion.

Was that something that he liked? Watching? Being watched? Well, the fox was most certainly going to try that out again. Already, he wanted to cum again, though it felt like it was too soon, much too soon. Yet he watched avidly, drinking it all in, all as Orsakia pulled out of the dragon's cunny and helped Drackonthanri angle his hips ever so slightly so that the others could see the sloppy mess of cum bubbling from him.

Drackonthanri groaned, head hanging, though Orsakia was still proud to show off his work. His cock softly deflated, lightly remaining outside of his slit, though there was no worry to be had there, not as he pulled the drake's buttocks lightly apart, showing off the messy cream-pie. It was so slick and messy that it dripped and drooled from the dragon's pussy as if not a single drop more could be contained within his pussy. Drackonthanri shifted his hips back and forth, his tail brushing back up against Orsakia's chest, groaning as he bore down, pushing out a slop of seed from his cunt.

His cocks dripped, still drooling cum as if that second orgasm could not be set aside. They drooped lightly, exhaustion lining the dragon's body, though the mess of cum drooling thickly from him was not to be set aside, not to be denied in any way at all.

It was there and it was there to be enjoyed, to be adored, a part of him that he didn't show all that often at all to anyone at all.

Sandor licked his lips and growled hungrily, leaning over Alyssa and letting his sweet doe-taur take his weight as he climaxed inside her for a second time, pushing his knot inside to a startled cry from her, bloating out and stretching her pussy. He thought that her pussy flexed around his cock all over again, though he could not be sure, for the moment was still rough and frantic, not at all how he would have had things be for his sweetheart, though it was a different kind of pleasure, something that the fox was eager to explore.

Maybe not with Drackonthanri and Orsakia, of course, for they were of a higher level in the company, but the fox was sure that some friends might be up for a little group fun and voyeurism, perhaps...

Or maybe Drackonthanri too was just so into a show that he would gladly join in and enjoy the moment.

With the last dribbles of his cream leaking into the deer-taur's pussy, he stroked his fingers lovingly under her dress, pulling back to show off how his seed marked her folds, even if he could not pull out. There had been some cum, after all, that drooled out from his first climax, swelling around the fat filling of his knot. There was a cream-pie there, bubbling around, though it was not as thick or as heady as what Orsakia had pumped into Drackonthanri.

If they had not all had to go back to work, the tops would have shown their partners just how much they could fill them with, time after time again. But the moment was not right, not at that time, as both Alyssa and Drackonthanri were teasingly forced to go back to work with cum leaking from their slits, Alyssa's blush giving away her embarrassment, if not the truth of it.

Sandor and Orsakia still reeked of sex, despite how they tried to clean up. Though both males went back to work with smiles on their faces, after having been given a reason, indeed, to enjoy the workday more interesting than usual.

Who wouldn't after sneaking around to fuck in the office?