Holt Gets Involved

Holt watches for a long minute as you thrust into Amy’s throat, her head hanging slightly off the edge of his desk. Obscene wet gagging sounds fill the office every time you push deep. The marker on her body stretches and smears with every thrust - especially the words “CUM DUMP & TOILET” right above her leaking pussy.

“Enough,” Holt says calmly.

You pull your cock out of Amy’s mouth, strings of thick saliva connecting her lips to your shaft. She’s gasping, tears running down her temples, mascara ruined.

Holt stands up and walks around the desk. He runs his fingers over the writing on Amy’s skin, then looks at you.

“Peralta, remove her plug. Then remove yours and hand it to me.”

You obey quickly. Amy whimpers as you pull the large, dripping plug from her ass. A rush of warm, filthy liquid leaks out onto Holt’s desk. You then remove your own plug and hand the slick toy to your captain.

Holt takes both plugs and sets them on the desk beside Amy’s head.

Then, for the first time, he begins undressing. He removes his tie, folds it neatly, then unbuttons his shirt and places it over the back of his chair with military precision. When he finally drops his pants, his thick, heavy cock springs out - already fully hard.

“Hold her legs wider, Peralta.”

You pull Amy’s legs back further until her knees are beside her head, folding her completely in half. Her pussy and ass are obscenely exposed and dripping.

Holt steps between her legs and rubs the fat head of his cock up and down her sloppy folds, coating himself.

“Today, Detective Santiago,” he says in that signature calm voice, “you are going to learn exactly what it means to be the precinct’s shared cum dump.”

Without another word, Holt pushes forward and sinks his entire cock into Amy’s pussy in one smooth, brutal thrust. Amy cries out, her back arching hard off the desk.

Holt doesn’t ease in. He fucks her with deep, powerful strokes - each one making her marked-up tits bounce. The sound of his hips slapping against her wet ass fills the room.

While he rails her, Holt looks at you.

“Peralta. Put your cock back in her throat. I want to feel you through her body.”

You step forward and slide your cock back into Amy’s mouth. Holt and you quickly find a rhythm - when he thrusts deep into her pussy, you push down her throat. Amy is completely stuffed from both ends, shaking and moaning around your cock.

Holt reaches down and starts rubbing her clit with clinical precision while continuing to pound her.

“Such a perfect little toy,” he murmurs, almost to himself. “Years of perfect scores, and this is what you really are.”

Amy cums violently within minutes - her whole body convulsing, squirting around Holt’s cock as she screams around yours. The orgasm is so strong her legs shake uncontrollably in your grip.

Holt doesn’t slow down. He fucks her straight through it, then suddenly pulls out.

“Switch.”

You immediately move between Amy’s legs and slam into her soaked, gaping pussy. Holt takes your place at her head and feeds his cock - glistening with her cum - straight down her throat.

For the next several minutes, you and Holt use Amy like a toy, swapping holes every couple of minutes. Her makeup is completely destroyed. The marker on her body is smudged and streaked with sweat and cum.

Finally, Holt pulls out of her mouth and strokes himself rapidly.

“On her face and tits, Peralta. Now.”

You pull out and both of you stand over Amy’s folded body, jerking your cocks. Holt cums first - thick, powerful ropes splashing across Amy’s face, glasses, and marked-up tits. You follow right after, adding your own load until her face and chest are absolutely painted.

Holt breathes steadily, looking down at the wrecked detective beneath him.

He dips two fingers into the pool of cum on her chest and writes a new word across her stomach in the mixed loads:

USED

Then he looks at you.

“Take a picture of her like this. Send it to Rosa. Tell her this is what happens when she’s late to join the game.”

Holt begins dressing again, perfectly composed once more.

“Both of you will remain like this under your clothes for the rest of the day. No cleaning. Santiago - you will sit at your desk with my cum drying on your face. Peralta - you will make sure Rosa gets a turn with her before lunch.”

He adjusts his tie and sits back down like he didn’t just destroy both of you.

“Dismissed.”

Amy can barely walk as you help her off the desk. Her legs are shaking, cum is dripping down her body, and she has the most blissed-out, broken smile you’ve ever seen on her face.

She looks at you and whispers hoarsely:

“I think I’m addicted…”