Holt and Jake Are Waiting

Holt’s Office - 10:30 AM

Captain Holt sits behind his desk in perfect posture, reviewing a file like today is any other ordinary day. You stand awkwardly in front of the desk, pants already tented, the thick remote plug still vibrating lowly in your ass.

Holt glances at his watch, then at you.

“Santiago is three minutes late,” he says flatly. “I assume Diaz intercepted her.”

You swallow. “Yeah… Rosa figured it out. She dragged Amy into the supply closet.”

Holt raises a single eyebrow, the closest he ever gets to showing surprise.

“Interesting.” He leans back in his chair. “I expected her to discover your activities eventually. I did not anticipate her moving this quickly.”

The silence stretches for another minute. You can only imagine what Rosa is doing to Amy right now. The thought makes your cock throb even harder.

Holt notices.

“Excited by the idea of your girlfriend being used by Rosa?” he asks clinically.

“…Yes, Captain.”

“Good. Honesty is important in our new arrangement.”

Just then, the door opens. Amy slips inside, looking thoroughly wrecked.

Her face is flushed. Her hair is messy. There’s a visible wet spot on the front of her blouse, and her lips look swollen. Most telling of all is the glazed, horny, slightly dazed look in her eyes.

She closes the door and locks it.

Holt doesn’t even look up from his paperwork at first.

“Report, Detective Santiago.”

Amy walks forward on shaky legs until she’s standing beside you.

“Rosa… confronted me in the supply closet, sir,” she says, voice breathy. “She figured out what we did to her chair. She made me… clean her. With my tongue. Both holes.”

Holt finally looks up. His expression doesn’t change, but you notice the slight shift in his posture.

“And did you enjoy eating Detective Diaz’s asshole, Santiago?”

Amy’s thighs press together. A fresh trickle of wetness runs down her leg.

“Yes, Captain,” she whispers. “I really did. She tasted like Jake’s cum… and her own. She came on my face.”

Holt sets his pen down slowly.

“Show me.”

Amy turns around, lifts her skirt, and bends over slightly. Her panties are gone. Her pussy and ass are red, swollen, and glistening. There are faint teeth marks on her left ass cheek.

Holt stands up and walks around the desk. He runs two fingers over Amy’s messy holes, then brings them to his nose and inhales deeply.

“Rosa’s scent is unmistakable,” he notes. He offers the fingers to you. “Peralta.”

You suck Rosa’s and Amy’s taste off Holt’s fingers without hesitation.

Holt nods approvingly.

“New development,” he says. “Rosa will now be integrated into our games. But first…”

He reaches into his desk drawer and pulls out a thick, black marker.

“Santiago, lie on your back on my desk. Legs spread. Peralta, hold her ankles.”

Amy quickly climbs onto the desk, lies back, and spreads her legs wide like an offering. You grab her ankles and pull them back toward her head, folding her in half.

Holt uncaps the marker and writes in neat, precise capital letters just above Amy’s dripping pussy:

PROPERTY OF THE NINE-NINE

CUM DUMP & TOILET

He then writes on her inner thighs:

Left: Use Freely

Right: Fill & Photograph

Finally, right above her clit, he writes:

ROSAS NEXT

Holt caps the marker and steps back to admire his work.

“Excellent. Now, Santiago, you will keep those legs open for the next ten minutes while Peralta fucks your throat. I want to watch those marks stretch and smear while he uses you.”

Amy moans loudly as you step forward, pull your cock out, and slide it straight into her eager mouth.

Holt sits back down, picks up his phone, and starts recording.

“Deeper, Peralta. Let’s see how much of Rosa’s ass you can taste on your girlfriend’s tongue.”