by D. J. Manly
“Well, I was taken to this room, and offered money by three men,” Rene said.
“Describe them,” Monica demanded.
“Big and muscular. One of them had a ten inch cock. I thought he’d split me apart.”
“What did they make you do?” Monica urged. She raised her hands to her breasts and casually rubbed her nipples.
“They ripped off my clothes and spread me out on this table. My hands and feet were tied. God, they spread me so wide and began to play with my body. They played in my ass, slapped and abused my cock, just about sucked my nipples off. They fucked my face, then my ass, over and over.”
Holden’s cock was throbbing. “Did you like it?” He breathed.
“God yes. I loved it. I wanted more.”
Monica went against the wall and began to masturbate. She rubbed her nipples with the other hand.
“It’s not good enough,” Holden said, coming around back and undoing the cuffs. “You need to show us. I’m not getting it, are you Monica?” He looked over at her.
“Not entirely,” she moaned, her eyes closed.
“Get up,” Holden told him, his eyes moving to Rene’s firm, rounded ass as he got up. “Get on the table and show us how they posed you.”
Rene climbed up on the table. He sat there for a moment, his thighs apart, knees up. He let his head go back. “I think I’m going to need a little help. I can tell you only if you use me.”
Holden immediately walked around to the head of the table and yanked his head back. Monica came to the front, pulling his legs down and pushing them apart. As Monica’s hand crept up Rene’s thigh and began to fondle his cock, Holden shoved his erection in Rene’s mouth and began fucking his face.
Rene was moaning deeply, and Monica climbed up on the table and positioned herself over Rene’s hips. She wrapped her fist around his cock and then began to run the head of it over her clit. Suddenly Rene let out a grasp as Monica sunk down on his shaft and began to use it for her pleasure.
Holden let out a cry now as he exploded in Rene’s mouth. As Rene anxiously swallowed Holden’s juices, his eyes lit on Monica’s huge tits bouncing up and down as she rode Rene’s shaft. He wanted to play with her, twist her nipples, make her whimper.
She cried out now and climbed off of Rene who picked his head up and glanced at Holden. “Get the picture?”
Holden nodded. “I don’t think Monica does,” he said.
Monica glanced at him. “What?”
Holden motioned to Rene that he could get off the table. When he did, Holden grabbed Monica and pushed her down on her back. “What are you doing?” She squealed.
“Suspect, I think I need your assistance. We have an officer clearly out of order here. Hand me those cuffs, will you?”
Monica struggled as Holden pulled her arms over her head and cuffed her wrists. “Now, wait a minute,” she said.
Holden stood at the head of the table while Monica squirmed, her luscious breasts moving back and forth.
“Now Rene, you crawl on the table between her thighs and lick all those juices off.”
Rene slowly walked around the table, then, climbed on. While he did, Holden went to work on her tits. First he kneaded them with both hands, moving them back and forth, lifting and shaking them. “God, they are so big,” he murmured, lowering his mouth down to taste each nipple. Then he pinched each nipple between his thumb and forefinger several times until they got much stiffer. After they stiffened some more, he began to lick them, then, bite each one in turn, pulling with his teeth.
Monica moaned loudly as Rene continued to tongue fuck her vagina. Holden looked at Rene. “Let’s get her up on her knees,” he said.
Monica struggled some as Rene and Holden quickly got her into position. She lowered her cuffed hands behind her head. With Rene now in back, and Holden in front, they both ran their hands over her. Holden fingered her vagina and inserted one, then two fingers into her anus, while Rene played freely with her breasts. “I’m going to take you from behind,” Holden told her while she whimpered her consent. “While I take her,” he told the prisoner, “make sure her tits are well played with, and run your finger continually over her clit.”
Holden slowly inserted his cock into Monica’s ass while Rene was busy in the front. She was panting and crying out with orgasm within minutes. Holden kept pumping until he emptied himself inside of her. Trembling, Monica crawled off the table and curled up into the corner to rest.
Holden looked at Rene. Rene smiled at him, then, lay down on the table, letting his thighs fall open. “Was that it, officer? Did you like my confession?”
“It was not satisfactory,” he said, meeting Rene’s eyes. “You’re going to make me a lot of paperwork.”
“Am I to be punished for that, officer?”
“I think so,” he said and crawled over on top of him. “I hate paperwork.”
Rene’s arms reached up and wound around his neck. He pulled his mouth down on his, kissing him deeply.
Holden moaned, feeling Rene’s hand moving down his flank, then wrapping around his cock. “You’re hard again, officer. Isn’t that against the law?”
“Not tonight, it isn’t,” he moaned, moving his lips to Rene’s throat.
“My punishment,” Rene begged.
Holden roughly lifted Rene’s legs and practically threw them over his shoulders.
“Oh officer, police brutality,” Rene muttered.
Holden’s cock was hard again. He put a finger up inside of Rene and moved it around. “What a slut,” he said when Rene grunted. “You know what sluts get?”
“Fucked,” he sighed.
“That’s right.” Holden withdrew his finger and sunk his cock into Rene’s more than anxious orifice.
Rene’s moaning grew so loud that Holden placed a hand over Rene’s mouth, afraid that the guys upstairs would hear. Suddenly they both exploded. Holden let out a shout himself that he realized could have awakened the dead. Finally he separated himself from Rene’s body, and crawled off the table.
He walked over to Monica and took off the cuffs. They both dressed again while Rene lay there naked on the table, a smile on his handsome face.
“Okay, prisoner,” Holden said, straightening his shirt. “Put your clothes on.”
Rene got off the table and began to dress.
“Monica,” Holden said, “what do you think? Do we have enough to hold him?”
She shook her head. “We’ll hold him over night, then, let him go in the morning.”
Holden pointed his finger at him. “Stay out of trouble. I don’t want to see you in here again?”
“You don’t?” he mocked.
Holden ignored him. “Monica, I’m going upstairs to have some punch with the guys. Secure the prisoner and then come and join us. I suggest you get out of those working clothes.”
She nodded. “Good idea. See you in a bit.”
Holden nodded at her. He unlocked the door of the interrogation room and left.
Silver Bells was playing in the squad room upstairs as Holden walked in. The guys were celebrating now, drinking punch, shouting out greetings as he walked in. Holden took the punch that was shoved at him. “What’s in it?” he joked.
“You’ll never know,” Lewinski boasted, then guffawed. “We won’t tell the Cap, don’t worry.”
Holden took a sip and made a face. There was more than cranberry juice in the one he had, but they were almost off shift so it didn’t matter.
A few minutes later, Monica walked in, dressed in a pair of jeans and a blue sweater, a gold shield dangling off her neck on a chain. “Moni,” they all called, “come have a little Christmas cheer. The more Dick’s the better.”
“Ha, ha,” she threw at them.
Monica took the little punch glass and raised it, then, she took a sip and went to join Holden. She slipped her arm around him and smiled. “Merry Christmas, Darling.”
He kissed her softly on the mouth. “Merry Christmas.”
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bsp; “Hey, how come you’re working tonight, Moni?” one of the officers asked. “Thought you were off.”
“She came to keep the hubby company in the squad room,” one of the others jeered, then, they all laughed.
“I had some paper work to catch up on,” she said, smiling secretly at Holden.
“Where in hell is Thompson by the way?” Lewinski said all of a sudden. “That ass wipe was supposed to clean up the desk files downstairs, and be back up here for the punch.”
“Rookies,” Monica said, rolling her eyes. “You can’t do a thing with them, can you Holden?”
Holden met her eyes. He wanted to laugh. Instead, he said, “rookies can be difficult. However, in their defence, they do get a lot of grunt work to do, and these things take time. And sometimes they can be very useful.”
As if on cue, Thompson made his appearance. His uniform looked a little rumpled, and he dropped half the files he was carrying onto the floor.
“There you are,” Lewinski said, shaking his head, bending over and picking up the dropped files. “Did you get all those files you said you needed from downstairs?”
“Yeah, I think so,” he said, looking breathless. “If we’re going to clear out the backdated computer files, I have to check them against the hard copies.”
Lewinski shook his head. “Technology. In my day, well…a file was a piece of paper. I was just mentioning to Holden and Moni how worthless rookies are,” he teased, giving Thompson a hard time as usual. “Not worth their asses if you ask me.”
“Really?” Thompson said, coming over to stand with the three of them. “Tell him, guys. We are good for some things, aren’t we?” He met Holden’s eyes, then, looked at Monica. There was a smirk on his handsome young face.
“Good to stir things up,” Lewinski supplied, glancing curiously at the three of them as they burst into laughter. “What did I say that was so funny?”
The other cops in the room began singing a chorus of Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire. “Like with these files. I don’t see why we had to…”
Holden placed a hand on Lewinski’s shoulder. “Never mind that. Let’s sing okay? It’s Christmas. Let’s hear that great Irish tenor of yours, Lew.”
Monica took Holden’s arm, and they began to sing loudly. Rene Thompson moved closer to Holden. Holden could feel his breath on his neck. “Same time next Christmas Eve,” he whispered against Holden’s ear, and then placed a discrete hand on his ass.
Holden glanced over his shoulder and threw Rene a smile. Lewinski had been dead wrong. Rookies could be very useful, especially when it came to helping him and Moni live out a sexual fantasy they’d both had for a very long time. Umm, working Christmas Eve wasn’t so bad after all. Everyone should try it at least once. Christmas…ahh…and its many possibilities. Chestnuts roasting on an open fire…ummmm. It was certainly a time for dreams to come true.
Happy Holidays from D.J. Manly!
The End.
About the Author
I write not only for my own pleasure, but for the pleasure of my readers. I can’t remember a time in my life when I haven’t written and told stories. When I’m not writing, I’m dreaming about writing, doing something wild and adventurous, or trying to make the world a better and more open minded place to live in. I adore beautiful men, and I know I’m not alone in this! Eroticism between consenting adults, in all its many forms is the icing on the cake of life!
PUBLISHED BOOKS:
Eternal Souls Book 1 Vampire Lust
Eternal Souls 2: Beloved Foe
Brennus’ Witch
Brennus' Witch - Body and Soul
Xmas with Wistan
Dreaming of Brandon Archer
The Initiator
Borderline
Ash: Son of the Demon God - Tarot The Devil
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