A Brand New Day

You wake up in Amy’s bed to the feeling of a warm, wet mouth slowly sucking your cock.

Amy is already wide awake, completely naked except for the dried cum flaking on her face and chest from yesterday. She’s lazily bobbing her head between your legs, eyes locked on yours with pure filthy devotion as she cleans the remnants of last night’s marathon from your shaft.

“Morning, Peralta,” she murmurs, voice hoarse, before sinking back down and taking you to the back of her throat.

You groan and grip her messy ponytail. After a few minutes she pulls off with a wet pop and crawls up your body, straddling your face.

“Your turn,” she says, lowering her soaked, swollen pussy onto your mouth. “Holt wants us at the precinct early. We have to fill the main coffee pot before anyone else arrives.”

You eat her out greedily, tasting the mix of last night’s depravity still inside her - your cum, Holt’s, and her own juices. Amy grinds on your face until she cums hard, thighs shaking around your head.

Twenty minutes later you’re both dressed (barely) and heading to the precinct.

You arrive at 6:20 AM. The bullpen is still empty.

Holt is already in his office. He doesn’t even look up from his paperwork as you both enter.

“Report,” he says simply.

Amy lifts her skirt. She’s wearing a new, even larger remote-controlled plug buried deep in her ass. You’re wearing one as well - thick, heavy, and already leaking lube down your crack.

Holt stands up, walks over, and checks both plugs personally, pushing on them until you both moan. He then hands you a small bottle.

“Peralta, you have ten minutes. Fill the main coffee pot in the break room with as much cum as you can produce. Santiago will assist. When you’re done, both of you will drink a full cup of your own mixture before anyone else arrives.”

“Yes, Captain,” you both say almost simultaneously.

You and Amy slip into the break room. She immediately drops to her knees, yanks your pants down, and starts sucking you with **** hunger while you stand over the large industrial coffee pot.

It doesn’t take long. Between her skilled mouth and the plug vibrating in your ass (controlled remotely by Holt from his office), you’re soon groaning and pumping thick ropes of cum directly into the coffee pot. Amy helps by jerking you off into it, milking every drop.

When you’re finally empty, she stands up, dips a mug into the pot, and takes a long sip of your fresh cum-coffee. She then holds it to your lips.

“Drink,” she whispers, eyes shining.

You both drink a full mug of your own cum-laced coffee, kissing sloppily afterward, swapping the taste between your tongues.

Holt’s voice crackles through a text:

Holt: Good. Now refill the pot with regular coffee on top. Weak brew. Let it dilute naturally.

Amy giggles like a schoolgirl as you both prepare the pot so it looks completely normal.

By 8:00 AM the squad starts arriving.

Rosa walks in first. Amy immediately greets her with a bright smile and hands her a large green smoothie.

“Made you a special one,” Amy says sweetly. “Extra protein. Thought you’d like it after yesterday’s workout.”

Rosa raises an eyebrow but takes it. “Thanks, Santiago. You’re being weirdly nice.”

She takes a big sip. You and Amy watch her swallow, knowing the smoothie is loaded with Amy’s pussy cream, your cum, and a healthy amount of Holt’s load from this morning.

Rosa makes a face. “Tastes… thick. Not bad though.”

She keeps drinking.

Terry grabs coffee next. He fills his giant mug from the main pot and takes a long gulp.

“Mmm. Damn, that’s a bold brew today,” he says, nodding approvingly. “Little salty. I like it.”

Boyle is next. He takes three full cups, raving about the “complex flavor profile” and “exceptional viscosity.”

Gina steals a cup, takes one sip, and smirks. “Y’all are nasty. I’m not even mad.”

Holt finally steps out of his office, looking perfectly composed. He pours himself a cup from the main pot, takes a slow sip, and makes direct eye contact with both of you.

“Acceptable,” he says flatly.

Then he turns the remotes on both plugs to maximum.

You and Amy both jolt hard. Amy has to grip the edge of her desk to stay upright as the toys violently vibrate in your asses, pushing more of the filthy mixture deeper inside you both.

Holt sends a group text to just you and Amy:

Holt: At 10 AM, I want Peralta to cum on Rosa’s desk chair while she’s in interrogation. Santiago will sit in it afterward for the rest of the day.

Holt: Bonus points if you can get some of it inside Scully’s donut without him noticing.

Amy looks across at you, face flushed, thighs shaking, eyes completely insane with lust.

She texts you privately:

Amy: I’m going to squirt in Holt’s chair before lunch.

Amy: This is the best day of my life.