Three days later, Friday morning, 6:15 a.m.
Hank wakes up after hearing his phone alarm buzzing. The first thing his eyes land on is Danielle who is sound asleep, Hank looking over her face before smiling to himself. He reaches over to get his phone, turning off his alarm then carefully getting out of bed without disturbing his sleeping wife, Dawson and Olinsky already having left for work since them and the boys needed to get an early start on some fake paperwork for an evaluation the Unit will be getting today. He goes to the closet and quietly takes out his uniform then passes by the dresser, opens a drawer and grabs a pair of neatly folded boxers then heads into the bathroom as quietly as possible.
~20 minutes later~
Voight walks out of the bathroom already showered and changed into his uniform for his meeting at the Ivory Tower, only needing his suit's coat, black tie, and hat to complete his look. He looks at the bed to find Danielle awake and looking at him with a smile on her lips as she lays there, covered with the blanket, Hank smiling back as he walks over to her. He leans down and kisses her lips softly, Danielle kissing him back happily, lightly running her fingertips up the right side of his neck before they pull away. "You're already dressed." She says, Hank chuckling as she playfully pouts at him as she sits up. "Sorry, sweetheart. I was gonna wake you up but you looked so peaceful sleeping and it's earlier than usual for you to be up and having to get ready for work." Hank explains as he walks over to his dresser, opening one of the drawers and pulling out a black tie. "Oh yeah, you have that court room protocol meeting at the Tower today, right?" Danielle asks as she watches his subtly toned muscles move against his uniform shirt. "Yeah, I'm hoping it doesn't last too long. I don't wanna be there all day." He answers her with a small smile, looking at her through the dresser mirror. "Will there be a fake jury?" She asks him softly, slowly getting out of bed as she keeps eye contact with him through the mirror, Hank feeling his face grow warm as he spots her hardened nipples pressing against the nightshirt of his she slept in last night. "I don't think so." Hank answers as he returns his gaze to his tie, undoing it because one side was way longer than the other. Danielle walks over to him with a smile, slowly making Voight face her as she helps with his tie, Hank watching her hands work on the material. "Good, because they would've found you guilty of being handsome in the first degree." She purrs softly with a mischievous smile, Hank surprised by her comment but feeling a smirk grow on his lips as he looks down at her. "Are you trying to get me to stay for a few minutes?" He asks Danielle who kisses his left cheek, making a slow trail down to his jawline on the same side. Hank places his hands on her waist, deciding to lift the shirt so he can feel her smooth skin against his hands as he exhales softly, tilting his head to the right to give her more access. Danielle whimpers happily as she feels her husband's hands tighten their grip on her skin, being very gentle as she lightly bites and softly sucks on a small spot on his neck, earning a soft groan of pleasure from the Sargent. "Is it working?" She asks softly, Voight feeling her smile against his neck as she starts placing gentle kisses along it as she moves down to his collarbone, the sniper undoing his tie slightly to have more room to kiss. He smirks and carefully moves away from her after a minute, the 20 year old whining slightly. Hank cups her face in his large hands, Danielle looking into his eyes like he is doing to her. "I don't know what's gotten into you this morning, but I love it." He tells her lowly as his thumbs brush over her cheeks, Danielle blushing as she smiles and laughs softly. "Must be because it's Friday." She says with a slight shrug, both laughing a bit. Danielle redoes his tie, looking up at Hank again when she's done. He kisses her softly but full of passion, the 20 year old feeling like she's floating for a brief moment as she kisses Hank back in the same manner. He gently bites her bottom lip, Danielle giggling as Hank lets go and the two pull away, catching their breaths. "Make sure you wear a skirt, remember you all are gonna be evaluated today while I'm at the meeting." Hank reminds his wife who nods. "Thank you, I almost forgot." She tells him happily. "Hah, imagine I would've shown up in street wear?" She asks him, Hank chuckling as he hugs her, the sniper happily hugging him back. She loves seeing this side of him, the side of him that is not always defensive, tough, and manipulative towards others who aren't his work family. "You're welcome." He tells her with a smile as they let go of each other. Danielle watches Hank walk towards the room door to leave but she quickly follows and grabs his left hand, Hank stopping and turning to look at her. "One more kiss, please?" She asks him shyly, Voight bringing her close to him without question and kissing her lips sweetly. "Thank you." She tells him softly while blushing, the Sargent kissing the top of her head before giving her a small smile. "Wait." Danielle says after they pull apart and Hank is about to walk off again. He turns to look at her, being met with the her hugging him and kissing his right cheek softly. "Okay, now you can go." She tells Hank who chuckles. "Are you sure?" He asks teasingly, earning a laugh. "Yeah, I just wanted to smell like you before I take my shower." She answers, feeling her cheeks grow warm. Hank gives her one last kiss before walking out of the room and to the front of the house, Danielle watching from their room doorway as he grabs his car keys and turns to look at her before opening and stepping out of the front door. "I love you." The 61 year old tells her, Danielle smiling at him. "I love you, too." She tells him back, Hank smiling at her before closing the door, locking her in. Once she hears his vehicle start up and leave the front of his house, she goes to the closet and grabs her clothes for the day, setting them on the bed as she sits down where she had been laying. The smell of Hank's cologne makes its way to her nose as she moves her hand to grab her phone. The sniper can't help but smile to herself, deciding to text Hank.
Danielle: You smell really good 🥰
Hank reads the message that pops up on his phone, seeing it's from Danielle. He chuckles to himself, responding quickly since he's stopped at a stop sign. In no time, she receives a reply from him:
Hank: Just for you ❤
Danielle: Aww! ☺
Hank: Show me what you're wearing before you leave to work
Danielle: Are you gonna dress code me before I leave the house? Lol
Hank: No, I just wanna see what will be on the floor of my office today after everyone leaves and me, Al, and Antonio can have our way with you ❤
The sniper feels her face grow warm at her his reply, the arousal between her legs growing stronger. She's definitely noticed how Hank loves when she teasingly calls him Sarge or Sargent out of work. He's also admitted to her that it drives him crazy because the title just rolls off of her tongue like honey.
Danielle: Yes, Sarge
Hank: You better believe that's what you're gonna be saying later
Danielle: I'm not complaining! ❤
She giggles softly before setting her phone back down on the nighstand, gathering her clothes then going into the bathroom to shower and get ready for the day.
~1 hour later~
Hank feels his phone buzz in his pocket, so since he's standing by himself while there's a 5 minute intermission going on in the meeting, he takes his phone out and clicks the message. He finds his wife has sent him a picture of her clothing she's chosen to wear for the office evaluation, but something about the picture makes him do a double take, smirking to himself under his mask as he replies with a few red heart emojis before shoving his phone back in his pocket.
~4 hours later~
The office has been mainly quiet now that the evaluation person from headquarters is gone. There really isn't much to do, no cases worthy of having himself and his team out in public have been presented to Voight, so the boys are just listening to their radios downstairs in Greg's tech room. The only thing that can be heard in the bullpen is some pressing of keyboard keys as Danielle types out a very convincing, yet mainly fake, arrest report. One thing she's noticed is that Antonio and Al have been looking at her all of today, even though she's just been sitting behind her desk, typing reports out for the last few hours. "You look good behind that desk." Al tells softly her from his own, Danielle looking at him, a smile forming on her lips. "Thank you." She says before going back to her work. "You'd look so much better on top of it." Antonio tells her, causing her to immediately stop typing and look at him, feeling her face grow warm, knowing it's most likely red. "So we're staying after work, right?" He asks with a small smile. "That's the plan." She answers as she looks back at her computer, but then decides to stand up. "A donde vas (Where are you going)?" Antonio asks her. "To the bathroom." Danielle answers, excusing herself, the sound of her heels growing farther as she walks down the hallway. What she doesn't know is that Hank's quietly following her into the women's restrooms, entering behind her before the heavy door closes. He watches her stand at the sink, stretching her arms out a bit in front of her since she's been sitting for a long while. The sniper then looks in the mirror to see if her clothes need any adjusting before she goes back to her desk, but spots Hank looking at her as he stands behind her, eyeing her body down and up. She puts her hands on the sink counter, not breaking eye contact with Voight who walks closer, gently putting his hands on her waist. "I asked you to do one thing," He starts as he runs his hands over her ass, "I told you to send me a picture of what you were gonna wear today. Nod if you remember." She swallows silently, giving him the nod he's asked for. "Good." He says with a smirk that she can see through the mirror, being he's taken off his mask for the moment as she's now bent over the sink of the women's restrooms, face close to the mirror. Hank is standing pressed right against her and she can feel the heat of his body. "And what did you do?" "I sent you the picture." "Oh, not just any picture." Hank chuckles darkly as she tries to innocently play it off. "A naughty picture." Danielle corrects herself. It was a normal photo, really, except Hank decided to look at it twice and caught the teasing glimpse of his wife's legs spread open just enough for him to see the crotch of her black panties and the pantyhose she's wearing which happen to be the exact same ones he tore open on his birthday. To add to the teasing, her hand had somehow slipped into her panties when taking the photo. "You made me hard during an important meeting, you fucking tease." He tells her lowly, pressing his erected pant covered dick into her skirt covered ass. "You think teasing me when I'm trying to do my job is funny?" He questions, having fun watching the woman before him blush as she meets his eyes through the mirror. "No, Sargent." She answers softly, knowing that's the exact answer he wanted. "Damn right." He says through his teeth, hands tightening on her hips. With how turned on he is, Danielle can't help but whimper very softly as she waits for him to do something, anything. "Stand up, dollface." He tells her, his wife wasting no time in doing as told. "If you think you're getting out of this little stunt, you're wrong. I already have the perfect punishment lined up. Let's go." He tells her, putting on his mask as he waits for her to exit the bathrooms first, the 20 year old's head in a daze as she follows Hank to the bullpen, wondering what's in store for her.
"What's up?" Al asks his best friend. "We've got a meeting to get to. The 31st district is here and have rules or some shit about this CDC stuff and apparently they're going to try and sway us to use body cams, I dunno. Let's just get this meeting over with." Hank answers, Antonio offering to go get the boys but a wave of the Sargent's hand stops him. "I'm not gonna put them through this." Voight says as he starts walking down the stairs, Danielle right behind him, Antonio behind her and Al at the end of the line. When they get there, most of the chairs are already taken, which leaves the four to squeeze past a quite a few cops to get to empty seats in the back of the already darkened conference room as two 31st officers set up the projector to their liking. All the plush folding chairs are in a backwards triangle formation, so the first row is the longest and each row behind it keeps getting shorter. The last three chairs are unoccupied, Hank taking the head of the triangle formation as Al sits in front of him to his left, Antonio in front of him to his right. They both scoot their chairs closer together, creating a small wall in front of their boss with their bodies. Danielle is about to stand against the back wall but Hank uses one hand to motion down at his lap, eyes telling her to sit. Feeling her face grow warm, she quietly does as told, carefully sitting in his lap, his arms snaking around her waist, pulling her hips tighter into his pelvis. "Since you can't seem to follow a simple order, I hope this punishment teaches you a lesson." He whispers to her, mask not even able to hide the lust in his tone before he takes it off. "You're so soft." He murmurs impishly, hands roaming up and down her thighs, his fingers gently kneading into the sensitive flesh there since the ripped pantyhose have made his access so easy. Her teeth sink into her bottom lip to withhold a moan. "Oh, is this what you want?" He asks as his nose skims down the right slope of her neck, pausing at the junction of her shoulder and purposely exhaling against the erogenous divot, causing her to shiver slightly as he glides his palms underneath her skirt. "Tell me, sweetheart, if I moved a little higher, would you be wet?" That makes her turn her head to one side slightly. "Hank..." She whines as softly as possible, inhaling sharply when he goes to test his hypothesis. Goosebumps prickle all over her skin and heat sweeps across her face as she quickly grabs onto his wrists, stopping him in his tracks despite her hips' subtle jerk for the touch. "Someone's gonna see." She whispers and she feels him smile against her skin. "Why do you think they're sitting like that?" He asks her, one hand lifting from her thigh and pointing to Al and Antonio. The fact that Voight's already talked this plan over with them makes Danielle blush so much, she's grateful the room is pretty dark. "Someone seeing me get you all teary eyed and needy. Am I supposed to believe that's not what you like? 'Cause if it were up to me, I'd have you bent over that folding table up there at the front of the room, panties around your ankles, my hand with a fistful of your hair, my cock destroying your insides." He squeezes her thighs, drawing wide circles with his thumbs. "Fuck this presentation, everyone would much rather watch a live porno. You'd be so adorable, wouldn't you? Embarrassed and turned on while everyone watches you get stuffed by our three cocks?" The thought of it begins to sink in as she tries to pay attention to the shitty presentation that's already begun, but can't even focus on what's being said because her body is aching to be touched and used. "You know what's gonna work?" Hank wastes no time sharing his theory, whispering, "Letting me in between these pretty thighs of yours. You owe it to me for teasing me. And I think you just like breaking the rules so you'll get punished. Just want our attention on you all the time. Who knew we would get so lucky with such a greedy little thing." Her teeth bite her bottom lip harder, and if there's anymore pressure appiled, it'll bleed. Voight continues being in control and sets his plan into action. One of his thumbs hooks underneath the crotch of her panties while his other hand takes out his pocket knife, flipping it open with ease as he slowly places it against the fabric. The cold of the blade against her very heated pussy makes Danielle sigh very softly, but it comes to an abrupt halt when she feels her underwear being cut open, leaving her pussy on full display now. One more cut at the waistband and Hank is tugging them down, ordering her to lift her hips until he can confiscate them into his pocket. Without that barrier, her bare heat is dripping onto his lap. He then nudges the small of her back a little so he can unzip and free himself. "Stand up, sweetheart." He instructs. Although she's reluctant to because of the possibility of gaining any attention, she does as told. It's literally only a second of uprightness in between his legs before he's returning one of his arms across her hips while his other hand ruffles the back of her skirt up, a small, soft groan leaving his throat when he sees her exposed in the torn hose, bringing back the memory of his office fucking he gave her on his birthday. And just like that, he guides her back down. When he does, his lips are encouraging his wife in her ear, "That’s good. Nice and slow for me. You're gonna take all of my cock for me, darling." Inch by inch, his dick stretches her folds until he's burrowed inside of her completely that she's overwhelmed with fullness, both sharing very low moans that don't make it any farther than Dawson's and Olinsky's ears. "Attagirl. Look at you, your tight little pussy sitting all pretty and obedient on my cock. Now, you're gonna sit here and start focusing on this presentation like the good girl you are." She whimpers and nods, but right away she knows that's not the answer he's looking for. "What do we say to an order, sweetheart?" He asks her, hands gripping her waist. "Y-Yes, Sargent." "Much better." She can't concentrate. Not when she's like this. It's like everything and every single one of her senses has been heightened, and the only thing her mind cares about is getting fucked. Hank's dick is nudging her cervix, rasping friction against her g-spot with every calm breath of his. It may be a solution to him but to her, it does the opposite. The tremors are working up her legs, down her spine, and Danielle can't help herself from clenching around him, walls demanding stimulation, fluttering insistently, hoping to provoke him into alleviating the slightly stagnant pain. "Sweetheart." Hank whispers as he presses her harder against his lap, causing his cock to move deeper. "What do you think you're doing? 'Cause if you keep doing it, I'm gonna take it as you've come around to the live porno proposition. You wanted my cock this morning? You have it now. But I never said I was gonna fuck you with it. That'd be too easy." He says, and the sniper can already mentally see him grinning at her even though she isn't facing him. "You're going to sit still, keeping my cock warm, while I pay attention. If you can't do that, then maybe I should just bend you over this chair, right here and now in order to have you learn to not be sending me such fucking sexy pictures while I'm working away from my office. Maybe that's what you need." Voight scolds, gravelly voice sending pleasant yet aching shivers down her spine. "Dawson. Olinsky." The 61 year old barely whispers, both friends turning around fast since they've been waiting to hear their cue these whole 20 minutes. They both smile at the sight of their wife sitting on Hank's cock, knowing all she wants to do is to have him fucking up into her. The two reach out and touch the inside of her thighs, causing her to whine softly, hoping they touch her throbbing clit, or anywhere for that matter, but they don't. They keep their touches very light and it makes Danielle sigh softly, happy the mask muffles her sounds. "So gorgeous, nena, and all ours." Antonio whispers, and the possessive tone has blood rushing to her cheeks, leaving her feeling worshipped and adored. Leaning back against Hank's chest, Danielle closes her eyes. Feeling him inside of her, holding him deep inside her. She wants him to roll his hips, thrust up and make her cry out. She wants him to hit the sweet spot he knows so well. She wants him to rub her clit until she cries out his name. But no, she stays very still. She can be good and wait. How hard can it be...right? More minutes pass by, the cops presenting making jokes but Antonio and Al are too busy caressing her thighs and pinching her nipples through her bra and blouse to even be paying attention. Unsure of how many minutes have passed, Danielle wants to sob. The 20 year old can feel his cock throbbing as her walls clench around him. Hank needs her just as badly, but he doesn't move. She should know better than to think this punishment was close to over. One thing she can't comprehend at the moment is how Voight has the patience of a saint when she needs him to fuck her like a sinner. "Alright, folks. Don't seem so sad. We'll let you out early. But not just yet." One of the 31st officers says, everyone else chuckling. "Al, send it." Hank whispers to his best friend who stops lovingly tracing patterns on Danielle's plush thighs to take his phone out of his pocket, poking at the screen as he sends an already prewritten text to Adam that says to go ahead and take off for the day since it's already 15 minutes past 5. It takes no less than a minute for Al to be showing his screen to Hank who sees Ruzek has texted back, saying he and the boys have already left the office for the day and to have a good weekend. "Listen to me, sweetheart." Voight says to Danielle in a whisper, Antonio giving her a wink as he stops purposely touching her breasts. "We're going straight back upstairs. As soon as you stand up, fix your skirt. Al and Antonio will cover you and then I'll lead us out of here. Hold our hands as you walk behind me. I wanna show all these punks how lucky the three of us got." Hank instructs her, putting his mask back on in the process. "Yes, Sargent." She acknowledges his orders in a whisper, earning a kiss to the back of her neck from him. Reluctantly, she stands up slowly, Al and Antonio already fully standing. Voight's dick slides out of her, leaving her feeling empty as she quickly pulls down her skirt, smoothing it out with her hands. Voight stands up, putting his dick back inside his pants as he uses his wife's shorter frame to cover his movements. In no time, he stands beside her, feeling her hold onto his right hand with her left, reaching behind her to hold onto Antonio's while Al stands behind him. He's usually one of the two men who holds Danielle's hand in any occasion, so he decides to let his friends have their turn. The four make their way to the front of the room, everyone turning to look at them as they get closer to the door. "Excuse me, I haven't dismissed you all yet." One of the presenting officers says, looking right at Hank. "You don't have to." He tells the officer as he holds the door open for his wife and friends. He heads back to the front of the line, holding her hand again as the four cross the mainly empty lobby and make their way upstairs. They find the Intelligence office empty and so quiet that you can hear a pin drop. Once inside Voight's office, Al closes and locks the door behind him.
He and Antonio stand with Hank, all three leaning against the front of his desk as Danielle stands in front of them, waiting to see what they'll have her do as the four take off their masks. Each man is so dashing in their uniform, she can't help but stare at them in awe. "So, we heard you like to tease during important meetings. That true, cupcake?" Al speaks up with a slight smile, watching her blush. "That blush says it all." Antonio says with a chuckle, walking up to her and placing a kiss to her lips. Before she has time to melt into it, he pulls away then walks past her to the two-person couch, taking a seat in the middle of it. Danielle turns to look at him, watching as he just pats one knee with a grin and right away, she walks over to sit down on his lap but Antonio shakes his head, making a motion in the air with one finger, "No, no. You face the desk." He instructs her so she turns around to face Hank and Al before straddling Antonio's thigh. Both best friends have already tugged themselves free of their boxers, dicks in hand, stroking themselves as they keep their eyes on her. "What're you looking at us for, darling? You want our cocks, start moving." Hank orders as Antonio grips a hip tightly with one hand while the other bunches up her skirt from behind and ruffles it up to her waist, leaving her exposed to the three of them. He starts to move her back and forth on his thigh, the grinding friction on her clit making her moan and grip onto his knee. "Go ahead, micetta. Tell us and Sargent Voight what you did that was so bad. Let's hear it, Danielle." Al says, breathing hard as the three watch their wife move on Antonio's thigh, digging her fingers into his suit pant covered knee. "I-I disobeyed....I disobeyed......a direct...order from my commanding officer." She answers in pieces as she keeps grinding on Antonio's thigh, needy whimpers interrupting her. The men smile, Hank's turning into a grin as they keep watching her. "That's right, sweetheart. You know come to us to get off. And if we aren't around, you wait until we become available." Voight reminds his wife who's cheeks are flushed as Antonio keeps moving her against his thigh. "Move faster. Now. I know my thigh feels good on your clit, doesn't it, nena?" Antonio cooes into one of her ears, earning a whimper in response as one of his hands grabs a fistful of her hair, keeping her head straight so she's forced to look at Al and Hank. "You know we take good care of you, sugar, and you're just so desperate for us, aren't you?" Olinsky asks her through a bit of grunting as his hand strokes himself faster and faster. "Answer us, babe." Antonio tells her. "Yes, yes it feels so good and I'm so desperate for the three of you." She answers, moaning loudly as she nears an orgasm, but her husbands don't want her to get off from Antonio's thigh, so he stops her movements. "Stand up." Hank says, he and Al walking over to her and Dawson. Danielle doesn't waste time in standing, seeing just how wet she is as a string of it stays connected to Antonio's pant leg from her exposed pussy. He takes his dick out of his pants, guiding her back down onto him. He doesn't give her time to adjust, just sinks himself into her, beginning to move slowly, pulling out, both his hands gripping her hips tightly as he begins to move back and forth behind her. The three knows she's struggling for a moment, they knew she would. Normally they spend a good while eating her out and playing with her before all take turns fucking her, but today, Voight had a different idea that very much appealed to his friends when they learned of what she did before getting to work. Now, Antonio is filling her from behind, inch by inch as her walls stretch to accommodate him. His lower lip is captured between his teeth as his chest begins heaving while his hips keep moving. Al lines himself up with her dripping cunt, squeezing himself into her already preoccupied pussy, hungrily kissing her as she moans at the feeling of having both dicks inside of her. "Oh my God, oh my God." She breaths out once they pull away, A&A finding their rhythm of one goes in as the other pulls out, neither man holding back. "Open your mouth." Hank lowly tells his wife who opens it, immediately having her mouth stuffed with his cock as Antonio and Al stop fucking her, all three hearing her whine around Hank's cock. "In case you forgot, sweetheart, this is still your punishment." Hank says with a smirk, not hiding his smugness at all. He begins fucking her mouth, making her gag a few times as Al and Antonio hold her head in place before Hank motions for them to start fucking her again. "You like making all these pretty sounds for us, don't you, cariño? Te gusta tenernos muy dentro de ti, sabemos que te gusta (You like having us deep inside of you, we know you do)." Antonio tells her softly as she cries out, the feeling of his and Al's dicks furiously slamming into her without stopping becoming too much. "I-I wanna-oh fuck, please..." "Please what, honey? You want to cum? We can feel your pussy practically strangling our cocks." Al softly grunts as he rubs her clit while still fucking her. Hank undoes the buttons to her blouse, revealing her plain white bra to him and his friends. "This is in my way." He tells her, grabbing both cups and tugging hard, Danielle watching as he literally rips the small section of fabric that holds both cups together, her breasts now bouncing with the movements of her body as Al and Antonio slam into her. "That turned you on, didn't it?" Antonio teases, noticing she's gotten even more wet. "Did it now, sweetheart?" Hank asks with a grin as he squeezes a breast in each of his hands. "Yes, Sargent." She moans out, the sound growing louder as Hank gently bites a nipple before doing the same to the other, marking her sensitive flesh as he goes back and forth. "She thinks we're gonna let her cum." Al says with a little smile, he and Hank watching Danielle almost come undone. "Let her stand up." Hank tells A&A who stop rutting their hips into their wife, a whimper being pulled from her throat. "You remember how I had you on my desk for my birthday?" He asks her as he helps her stand up off of Antonio's cock. "Yes, Sargent." "Get in that same position but facing us." He tells her and while she does so, he looks at his best friend and second in command. "You're both in for a treat." He tells them, all three wearing smiles as Al takes a seat beside Antonio, both of them jerking themselves as they watch Hank walk up behind their wife who is bent over on his desk, breasts squished between the furniture piece and herself, ass in the air. "Now, gentlemen, our gorgeous wife here took it upon herself to wear hose. They happen to be the exact same ones I tore on my birthday....hmm, how long ago, sweetheart?" He asks Danielle who quickly counts back the months in her head. "8 months ago, Sargent." She answers softly. "Yeah, 8 months ago. As you both can see, it's torn open only enough to give us access to her pussy, but that's going to change right now." He tells A&A who watch him bunch the shiny and smooth fabric in both hands, easily tearing the sides apart even more, Danielle feeling her entire ass exposed now. "I like this version better." Al speaks up, Antonio agreeing. "Knew you both would. Now this is the really fun part. She's getting one for teasing me before I left the house," Hank says, one of his hands landing a smack against one of her ass cheeks, causing the sniper to yelp out as she rests her forehead against the cold desk. "Two, for taking such a sexy picture," A second smack is heard, causing her to hiss softly as it lands to her other cheek. "Three, for sending it to me during an important meeting," A whimper leaves her slightly ajar mouth as the stings linger. "Four, for making me hard while I was away from here.....Five, for wearing these hose.....Six, for trying to stop my teasing while we were downstairs......Seven, for taking me so well during the presentation......Eight, for letting Dawson and Olinsky play with you while you sat there on my cock......Nine, for enjoying your punishment because we can see your pussy is glistening, sweetheart." Hank counts out each spanking, each sting lingering longer than the one before and the amount of pain makes tears prick the corners of Danielle's eyes as she tries her best to stay still even though her thighs and down are struggling to keep her standing. "What should this last one be for?" Hank asks A&A who look at each other with wicked smiles. "Ten, for the good fuckings she's about to get." Al answers, he and Antonio watching Hank land one last spank to both her ass cheeks at the same time with both of his hands, both dawning multiple red hand prints. He gestures for both of them to join him and their wife, and once the three are standing behind her, they soothingly run their hands over where the spankings landed, their touches both tormenting and comforting the sniper who sighs softly, knowing that portion of the punishment is over. "You still wanna cum, baby?" Al asks her, watching her quietly nod her head against the desk. "Please." She answers very softly. The men look at each other, nodding with small smiles before they look at their wife again. "Here, stand up, sweetheart." Voight tells her, helping her stand on her slightly wobbly legs. Antonio sits where she had been bent over, motioning Danielle to climb up on his lap, and she does with his and Hank's help. Al stands behind her as she lays chest to chest with Antonio, both men entering her at the exact same time, all three groaning in pleasure as the men feel her walls take them deeper as she relishes the feeling of both large dicks filling her to the brim. Hank walks around his desk, holding his wife's curled hair out of hers and Antonio's faces. "Do they feel good as they stuff you, dollface?" He asks her gently, kissing her forehead then her lips, smiling at the fact that she can't even form words when they pull away because she's moaning so much. "Yes, they-they feel so fucking good, Sargent." "That's Henry to you, you little minx." He tells her, watching her eyes light up more than they already are while looking at him. He knows she loves calling them each by their names during sex, no matter the occasion. "Please, Henry, fuck my mouth." She begs softly, reaching out to stroke his cock with one hand while Al and Antonio continue destroying her insides. "Yeah? You want me to use your pretty little mouth?" He asks with a smile. "I'd do it, if I were you." Al says, voice a bit strained as he keeps pulling out entirely then slamming back into Danielle. "She's so close, she's gonna milk us any second." Antonio grunts as he slows down his thrusting. "Wanna see if you can fit the two of us in your mouth?" Hank asks her, admiring the eager nod his wife gives him. "Come on, man." He tells Dawson who slowly slides out of her, Al doing the same as he helps her off of Antonio, soon bending her over the desk and resuming his shallow thrusts as she opens her mouth, Antonio and Hank standing close enough to her. The sniper opens her mouth as wide as she can, Voight not warning her as he quickly shoves his dick into her mouth, he and Dawson chuckling as her eyes go wide for a second, gagging around him. "Now, now, don't be mean." Antonio jokes as Hank slowly fucks her mouth, groaning lowly as she whines around him. "Oh God, micetta, you feel so good around my dick." Al tells her as she pushes back against him. Hank takes his cock out of her mouth, Antonio quickly replacing him. "Nena, I'm close. You wanna swallow my cum? Hmm?" He asks her as his eyes close for a moment, feeling her nod vigorously. "Gonna give it to you." He tells her before his warm cum fills her mouth, he and Voight watching her blush. "Don't swallow yet." Hank tells her as Antonio pulls his dick out of her mouth, the 61 year old putting his in and cumming with a few low grunts, Danielle happily humming around his dick. The two would've enjoyed cumming inside of her, but they had converesed between themselves a couple weeks ago that they wouldn't cum in her so they don't interfere with Al's possibility of giving her a child. "Swallow it all, darling." They watch her swallow then give them a smile but it's short because she puts her head down against the desk, basically screaming out Al's name as she starts cumming around his dick. Not being able to hold back any longer, Alvin cums inside her, softly moaning as he places gentle kisses up her spine while her walls spasm around him. After another minute and after he's cleaned what had leaked out of her, they're both panting, Olinsky pulling down her skirt before giving her butt a small pat, helping her stand up straight. Hank and Antonio walk over to them, each man giving Danielle a sweet kiss. "So, what did you learn today, sweetheart?" Hank asks her as she collects herself, limbs feeling like jelly. She gives him a smile that has a hint of mischief to it, "That I love my men in uniform."