Officer Emelie Vikander Pt. 03

In a deserted part of the alley, he turned to face her, their eyes burning with lust as their fingers immediately went for the zipper and buckle on her tactical vest and duty belt. With a thud, both items slid from her body and dropped to the ground around her feet. The next obstacle were her blue tactical trousers, their fingers fumbling for the buttons and zipper.

With a quick tug, Kofi pulled them and her grey cotton panties down around her knees, revealing her pale, toned legs and the shaven mound at the junction of her thighs. "Fuck...you look so sexy..." he moaned softly as he spun her around to face the wall, he hands automatically bracing herself against the wall.

Kofi sank to his knees behind her, his hands gripping her pale ass cheeks as he spread them apart to reveal her tightly clenched anus and below it, the pink folds of her labia. "Kofi...I..." she began before her words dissolved into a long, drawn-out sigh of pleasure as his tongue traced a long path over her soft pink folds. He knew exactly how to stimulate her.

Emelie's body trembled as she clung onto the wall, her fingers digging into the rough surface as she struggled to remain upright. Her head lolled back as Kofi delved deeper into her most intimate creases, sending electric currents ripping through her nerves. Every flick of his tongue over her soft, pink folds sent jolts of pleasure shooting straight to her brain, causing her knees to buckle slightly.

When his tongue finally found her tiny pink bud, she gasped loudly, her knees nearly buckling under the intensity of the sensation. Kofi's expert tongue played merry havoc with her sensitive bud, eliciting gasps and moans that echoed throughout the deserted alleyway. Kofi circled his tongue around her clitoris in slow, deliberate strokes, causing Emelie's body to writhe in response. With each lick, she felt closer and closer to the edge, until suddenly, she felt the familiar rush building within her. A low groan escaped her lips as she began to pulse and throb, her entire body shaking with the force of her impending climax.

At the peak of her pleasure, Kofi's tongue darted forward once more, pressing firmly against her swollen nub as she cried out in sheer ecstasy. Sparks of pleasure coursed through her veins as she experienced a mind-blowing orgasm, her limbs turning to rubber as her fingers slipped from the wall. The only things stopping her from collapsing to the ground was his dark hands, holding her ass cheeks apart as he continued to eat her through her climax.

Eventually he stood up as she slumped there against the wall, breathing heavily. His face was covered with her juices, evidence of her powerful climax, and he wore a satisfied grin for having brought her to such a powerful orgasm with his tongue and lips alone. "K...Kofi..." she gasped, trying to recover her breath. "That...that was incredible...I...I don't know how you do it..."

He grinned. "It's not over yet..." he whispered as he unzipped his jeans, his black cock flopping against his denim covered thigh with a thud. Emelie looked back over her left shoulder, seeing the thick tube of black flesh starting to grow and stiffen behind her. It never ceased to amaze her at the size and color of his manhood, so different to what she was used to with Sven and her previous partners. He noticed her gaze and grinned.

"You like what you see?" he said with a cocky little whisper. She nodded; her eyes fixed on his black cock. "Y...yes..." she whispered.

"So...what's it going to be, Emelie...you want this...?" he whispered, gripping his cock in his right hand, giving it a few gentle tugs as it continued to stiffen. She nodded; her blue eyes still locked on his African manhood.

Grinning, Kofi moved into position behind her, rubbing the head over her aroused, pink folds, coating it with her juices. "Are you ready?" he whispered. She nodded her head again, bracing herself for what she knew was coming.

Kofi didn't disappoint -- his aim was accurate, and his thrust was powerful. "Ahhhh..." Emelie gasped as he buried the head and the first three inches of his black shaft inside of her tight tunnel. She gritted her teeth as he reversed direction, pulling almost all the way out before driving forward again, his hands gripping her pale, white hips tightly, anchoring them together.

"Is this what you want?" Kofi's voice, a passionate, breathy whisper, found its way to Emelie's ear as he delivered a series of sharp thrusts, the rhythm of their passion, the slap of their skin, echoing through the silence of the alleyway.

"Yes..." she moaned in response. "What...is...it...?" Kofi teased, his voice low and seductive as he punctuated each word with a hard thrust that left Emelie gasping.

"Your...cock..." she gasped, her voice catching in the midst of her pleasure. "Your...black...cock..."

Having forced her to reveal her true desires, Kofi upped the tempo, her slick walls gripping his cock in a loving, velvet embrace as her arousal lubricated the black skin, allowing a smooth passage into her Nordic womanhood. "Uhhh..." Emelie moaned loudly, feeling the deep thrusts.

The intensity between Kofi and Emelie intensified as he set a blistering pace, a relentless rhythm that left Emelie gasping for breath. "Oh... fuck... oh... fuck..." Emelie babbled in pleasure, her words uttered as a rhythmic chant in time with each thrust.

Kofi, holding her pale hips tightly, remained attuned to her reactions. His focus on varying the depth and angle of entry sent shockwaves of pleasure through Emelie's body, causing her to buck and shake as the mounting pleasure reached its zenith.

In a crescendo of sensations, Emelie succumbed to the powerful waves of her climax first. The explosion of pleasure radiated from within, a primal release that left her trembling against the wall.

"Are you enjoying this?" he asked, his voice twinged with tension as he found to control his own rising orgasm.

"Yes...yes...please...please...don't stop..." Emelie babbled in response, her eyes tightly closed as she surrendered to the sensations coursing through her body. Her focus shifted to the dark, pleasure-inducing manhood buried deep inside her, its powerful thrusts sending her racing towards her next climax.

"Damn...Emelie...you're so tight..." Kofi gasped; the admission accompanied by the rhythm of powerful thrusts that brought them both closer to the edge. "Do you like this...do you like this black cock...?" he groaned, his own climax rapidly approaching.

"Yes...yes...I do...I love it..." she babbled, lost in the haze of pleasure that enveloped her.

"Better than your boyfriend's?" Kofi asked with a groan, the knife-edge question poised on the brink of his own release. The provocative question about her boyfriend lingered in the air, but Emelie's mind was clouded by the ecstasy of the moment.

"Yes...I love it...I love your black cock..." she babbled, the words a fervent confession of her desires. The union of their bodies reached its apex as Kofi bottomed out one last time, erupting deep inside her. The first splash of his potent essence against her unprotected cervix triggered Emelie's own climax, and she gripped the wall tightly as pleasure surged through her, a powerful culmination of their illicit passion in the deserted alleyway.

*****

The Lysvik police station buzzed with activity as Emelie made her way back in via the staff entrance at the rear of the building, punching in her code to unlock the heavy security door. She was pulling it open when she heard a voice call out.

"Em, wait up!" She turned to see Sven and another officer approaching, having just finished their own patrol. She did her best to smile and cover up the nerves that she felt -- she'd just returned from the alleyway where she'd had the encounter with Kofi, and she desperately wanted to get out of her uniform and change her sticky underwear.

"How was your patrol?" Sven asked with a smile. Emelie took a deep breath, summoning the facade of composure she had mastered over years of law enforcement training. "It was quiet, Sven. Just the usual routine. Nothing out of the ordinary," she replied, her voice steady, concealing the tumultuous emotions swirling beneath the surface.

Sven nodded, studying her face for any signs of distress. "You seemed a bit off before. Everything okay?" he asked, his green eyes searching hers for the truth.

"Yeah, just tired," she deflected, offering a reassuring smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.

Sven's brow furrowed with concern, but he chose not to press further. "Well, there's a lot going on at the moment," he acknowledged. "But at least you and your team are doing some good out there."

Emelie felt a pang of guilt, knowing that the source of her fatigue and distraction was more personal than the external, professional pressures they faced as police officers. "We're trying...there's some good people out there...people who want their community to feel safe," she told him.

Sven nodded as they headed for the locker room. "It's a tough job, but we knew that when we signed up," he said as he gave her a hug. "Bjorn and I just need to check on a suspect we brought in earlier. I'll see you back home?"

Emelie nodded, watching her boyfriend head off to the holding area of the station. Despite what had happened in the alleyway, she was still confused. She was treading a fine line between her desires and passion that she experienced with Kofi and her duty as a policewoman. She wondered how long she could keep these two worlds apart.