The Break Room

Santiago stepped out of the supply closet on unsteady legs, her face still flushed and glistening with Rosa’s juices. She could taste her on her tongue. Cum from Jake continued to leak from both her pussy and ass, and now her chin was sticky with Rosa. Her panties were beyond ruined - they were sopping.

And she was still unbearably horny.

She barely made it ten steps before the ache between her legs demanded more. Her clit was swollen and throbbing, her holes clenching around nothing, **** to be used again.

She slipped into the break room, pretending to get coffee. Hitchcock and Scully were both there, devouring massive sandwiches at the table. Normally the sight disgusted her. Today, it sent a filthy thrill through her body.

Hitchcock looked up first, his beady eyes narrowing as he sniffed the air.

“Whoa… Santiago, you smell like a porno set,” he said with a greasy grin.

Scully wiped mustard from his chin. “Yeah. Like sex and bad decisions.”

Amy should have walked away. Instead, she locked the break room door.

“Both of you, shut up and pull your cocks out,” she said, voice low and commanding.

The two sleazy detectives stared at her in stunned silence for half a second before scrambling to obey. Amy dropped to her knees right there on the break room floor, skirt hiked up around her waist. She grabbed Hitchcock’s surprisingly thick cock first and swallowed it deep, sucking him with sloppy, hungry strokes while jerking Scully with her other hand.

“Fuck me,” Hitchcock groaned, grabbing her ponytail. “Santiago’s a cocksucker…”

Amy moaned around his shaft, then switched to Scully, taking him down her throat while the two men groaned above her. They were messy, sweaty, and crude - the complete opposite of Jake’s eager energy or Rosa’s rough dominance. The degradation somehow made her even wetter.

She stood up, bent over the break room table, and yanked her panties aside again.

“Use me,” she demanded. “Both holes. Now.”

Hitchcock didn’t hesitate. He shoved his cock into her cum-filled pussy in one thrust, groaning at how sloppy she was. Scully pushed into her mouth, fucking her face while Hitchcock railed her from behind. They used her like a cheap toy, grunting and moaning, hands groping her tits through her blouse.

Amy came hard within minutes, muffling her cries around Scully’s cock as her holes clenched. Hitchcock pulled out of her pussy and pushed into her ass instead, using Jake’s cum as lube. The filthy stretch made her eyes roll back.

They didn’t last long. Hitchcock came first, pumping his load deep into her ass. Scully followed, pulling out at the last second and painting her face and tongue with thick ropes of cum.

Amy swallowed what landed in her mouth, wiped the rest onto her fingers, and licked them clean while the two men panted and stared at her in awe.

“Damn, Santiago…” Scully wheezed.

She stood up, fixed her skirt, and gave them a sharp look.

“Not a word to anyone. Or I’ll ruin both your careers.”

They nodded dumbly.

Amy left the break room with fresh cum dripping down her thighs and streaked across her face. She didn’t even bother cleaning it all off - she just wiped the obvious parts and headed straight for the bathroom to “fix her makeup.”

But even after all that - Jake, Rosa, Hitchcock, and Scully - her body still burned.

She stared at herself in the mirror: flushed cheeks, messy hair, cum drying on her skin, holes sore and leaking.

And she smiled.

Captain Holt’s office door was open. He was alone, reviewing files.

Amy’s pulse spiked with dangerous, taboo excitement.

She straightened her shoulders, felt another trickle of mixed cum run down her leg, and started walking toward his office with pure lust driving every step.

This day had spiraled completely out of control.

And Santiago had never felt more alive.