Amy’s POV - The Day Is Just Beginning

Amy stood under the cooling shower spray, legs still trembling as Jake slowly pulled out of her ass. Thick cum immediately began leaking from her well-fucked hole, mixing with the water running down her thighs. Her pussy was still dripping from earlier loads, and the memory of him pissing on her clit made her shiver with residual heat.

She turned around and pressed a deep, possessive kiss to Jake’s lips, tasting sweat and lust.

“That was… incredible,” she murmured against his mouth, voice hoarse from moaning and deep-throating him. “But we need to get cleaned up before someone walks in.”

They quickly rinsed off, though Amy made no real effort to wash away all of Jake’s cum. She liked the filthy feeling of it still inside her — leaking from both holes as she moved. After drying off as best they could with rough precinct towels, they dressed in silence, exchanging heated glances and secret smiles.

Jake slipped out first to make sure the coast was clear. Amy waited another minute, then stepped out of the showers, thighs pressed together. With every step back toward the bullpen, she could feel his cum slowly trickling out of her ass and pussy, soaking into the fresh pair of panties she’d pulled from her locker. The sensation kept her clit throbbing.

She sat down at her desk carefully, wincing at the delicious ache in her ass. Holt was in his office, Rosa was sharpening a knife, and Terry was on the phone. No one seemed to suspect anything.

But Amy was far from satisfied.

Her body was still buzzing. The risk, the depravity, and the sheer amount of Jake’s cum still inside her had left her dangerously horny. She crossed her legs under her desk and squeezed her thighs together, feeling another warm trickle escape into her panties.

She lasted twenty minutes before the ache became unbearable.

Amy stood up, smoothed her pencil skirt, and walked straight to the evidence room with a case file as cover. Her heart raced as she locked the door behind her.

The second the lock clicked, she hiked her skirt up to her waist, shoved her soaked panties to the side, and leaned back against a shelf of old case boxes. Two fingers plunged straight into her creamy pussy, stirring Jake’s cum while her thumb rubbed her swollen clit.

“Fuck…” she whispered, eyes fluttering shut.

She fucked herself hard and fast, the wet squelching sounds loud in the quiet room. Her other hand slipped behind her, pressing a finger against her tender asshole, pushing some of the cum that had leaked out back inside. The memory of Jake pounding her ass in the shower while she was still dripping with his piss made her moan louder than she should have.

She was so worked up that her first orgasm hit fast - sharp and intense. Her knees buckled as she came, biting her lip to stay quiet while her holes clenched around her fingers.

But it wasn’t enough.

Amy’s eyes landed on a thick, smooth police baton on a nearby shelf. Without hesitation, she grabbed it, wiped it quickly with her skirt, and pressed the rounded end against her cum-slick asshole.

She pushed it in slowly, gasping at the stretch. Once it was buried deep, she used her other hand to furiously rub her clit again.

“Jake… fuck my ass harder,” she whispered to herself, imagining him behind her as she fucked herself with the baton. Her second orgasm built even faster this time. Her legs shook violently as she came again, harder, squirting a little onto the floor as her ass clenched rhythmically around the thick object.

Panting, flushed, and still leaking, Amy finally pulled the baton out and cleaned it with shaky hands. She fixed her clothes, though there was no hiding the glow on her face or the wet spot forming on the back of her skirt.

As she unlocked the shower block door and stepped back into the hallway, she nearly bumped straight into Rosa.

Rosa raised an eyebrow, sniffing the air once.

“You smell like sex and bad decisions, Santiago.”

Amy smirked, chin held high even as another drop of Jake’s cum slid down her inner thigh.

“Maybe I do.”

She walked back to her desk with a confident sway in her hips, already wondering how long it would take before she could drag Jake into the next risky spot.

This day was far from over.