Elana the nymphomaniac

Chapter 4

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"Nine Bravo Six, be advised, Code Two, to Dempsey Park at Wellington, for a six-four-seven-Alpha."

Officers Elana Reynolds and Tony Sharpe briefly ignored the dispatch. A couple of horny teens could wait. The air conditioner in the cruiser struggled to fight off the humidity inside and the windows began to fog up. The sun had crested beyond a looming building and cast an errant beam of warmth and light through the alleyway where they were parked and into their cruiser. Sweat began to bead on Elana's chest, but she kept up her pace. She was close and she knew Tony was too.

"Oh, fuck Laney," he grumbled from beneath her. His gruff voice set off another blaze within the inferno of her passion.

The cruiser was cramped, but the alleyway offered them complete privacy to get in a mid-shift quicky. Elana had become an expert at maneuvering inside; if Tony was riding shotgun, she could take off her boots and pants and have him inside her greedy pussy in less than a minute. It was a little de-stressing tradition they had developed together almost eight months ago. It was a win-win situation for them both. Elana could give him the release that his then-pregnant, now-exhausted, wife wouldn't, and she got to momentarily quell her furiously persistent libido.

Elana’s ever-present arousal had been detrimental to her work as a cop. Prior to her arrangement with Tony, she had often found herself distracted in moments when she needed to be at her best, embarrassingly fantasizing about what caliber equipment a perp was packing when she should have been detaining then instead. Some days were better than others, but the siren song of her tempestuous daydreams grew louder and harder to ignore the longer she had been without a good fuck. She tried taking care of her own needs, but her hands, fingers and toys only worked so well. She needed cock and, fortunately, Tony had a good one that was now regularly available.

It also didn't hurt that he was a hunk, an absolute Adonis. He had been looking a little worse for wear recently, due to the general exhaustion associated with being a new parent, but Elana wasn't bothered at all. His extra stubble and baggy eyes didn't take away from his chiselled physique and strong, masculine hands. Passionately entwined, the two of them probably looked like they were part of a late night adult soap, the kind that aired in between half-hour long infomercials and were just an excuse to syndicate porn.

Elana ground her hips in slow, deliberate circles. There wasn't much room for movement, so she made the best of it, savouring how well his cock filled her. His fingers gripped her bare ass, providing the support so she could put in the work. Her top was unbuttoned and her boobs were pulled over the cups of her bra - a result of their hasty makeout session before she mounted him. Tony craned his neck forward letting his mouth find purchase on one of her needy nipples. His tongue flicked back and forth providing welcome stimulation.

"Oh, fuck," she hissed. That was it. That pushed her to the edge. Her hips continued their deliberate grind, but the movement became much more erratic, ****. She felt an orgasm well up within her like an erotic pressure cooker waiting for release. His cock, his hands, his tongue, it all felt so good…

Bliss.

She came. Her body kept up its ministrations as if on autopilot, as if feeling his cock fill her pussy was its only purpose, but her mind disappeared into ecstatic oblivion. She kept grinding as wave after wave of nirvana washed over her. Her greedy pussy clamped down tightly and spasmed on his hard rigid member.

When Elana came back down and her mind re-entered her body, she felt Tony approaching the same state. His breathing felt ragged against her breast and his fingers clenched tightly against her ass. She felt his cock begin to strain and knew it was imminent.

"Cum for me," she whispered, and pulled herself off his dick. The timing was perfect; she didn't even need to use her hand to finish him off. He popped out of her soaked pussy and his dick spurted stream after stream of his hot sticky seed on her pubis and taut tummy. A long, low, cathartic groan emanated from his throat, and Elana felt proud that she could take care of him like that.

"Fuck, Laney, that was close,” he moaned, agonizing about the fact that he nearly came inside her without protection.

"I had it under control," she sang in response before maneuvering herself back to the driver's seat. She gave him a coy glance, but saw a look of contented relaxation cross his face. He had been so exhausted pulling double duty by working their shifts and dealing with a four-month old at home. She was glad she could let him unwind a bit.

She quickly wiped herself clean with a napkin from their takeout at the coffee shop and pulled her pants on. She hastily fixed her hair, stuffed her boobs back into her bra and was almost done buttoning up her shirt when the radio chimed in again.

"Nine Bravo Six, please respond. Code Two, to Dempsey Park at Wellington, for a six-four-seven-Alpha."

"Shit!" Sharpe yelled and he quickly jolted from his seat. He tucked his dick back into his boxers and began hastily tucking his shirt in.

Elana giggled. "Tony, relax," she said before grabbing the radio. "This is unit Nine Bravo Six. Show us responding."

"We gotta go!" he replied frantically.

Elana was casually, yet efficiently lacing up her boots. "Relax, Tony, I got this. You stay here and guard the alley."

Sharpe visibly sank back into the seat. "Are you sure?"

"Absolutely. It's nothing I haven't dealt with before." She grabbed the takeout bag which held the gooey napkin and opened the cruiser door.

"OK, just radio if you need anything. You're the best, Laney." His eyelids were already fluttering shut. She wanted to tell him to ease up on calling her "Laney" - a pet name might be fun while he's inside her, but they still had to be professional outside of that - but seeing how relaxed he was, she made a mental note to bring it up later.

After finding a garbage can to dispose of their evidence, Elana was in high spirits as she walked toward Dempsey Park. It was a gorgeous day. The sun was shining brightly, and even though it was hot, she easily mitigated the heat by leaving the top two buttons of her uniform undone. It wasn't exactly professional, but she highly doubted the teens she was about to bust would care. All she needed was her badge and a portrait of authority and they would bolt. A soft breeze also kept her happy and cool as it played jovially with the errant locks of brown hair that had managed to escape her ponytail.

Life was good. ​It was a beautiful day, she was about to respond to one of her favorite calls, and she felt absolutely elated by the tight, sticky sensation on her stomach left behind by Tony’s cum. ​Something about that set her mind ablaze. It was a naughty secret that only she knew. While everyone else saw her as a symbol of power and authority, only she and Tony knew how freaky she could really get. She quietly loved the hypocrisy that she was about to go and tell off a couple of college kids for getting a little too frisky in the lilacs, yet she had just finished having sex with a total stud of a man while parked behind a computer repair shop.

​Sex always did wonders for her mood and it had truly improved her relationship with Tony over the last few months. She really wasn’t looking forward to the day his wife eventually regained her sex drive and their little arrangement ended.

As she neared Dempsey Park, she saw a crowd had formed around the fountain. She assumed it was the event she had to respond to, but it struck her as odd. The couples trying to get lucky at Dempsey Park weren't usually so bold. She figured it was probably some college guy who had a few too many drinks last night. She also hoped that he had something worth looking at - not that she was going to do anything about it, but she could appreciate a nice dick just as good as anyone else.

Her boots hit the park's grass and she approached the crowd. There were multiple phones out to record the event, but she didn't care. Based on the sounds coming from within, whatever was happening had to be more salacious than a cop with a smile on her face and the top two buttons of her uniform undone. The birdcall of a woman moaning with rhythmic slapping playing accompaniment ejected all ideas of a passed out college kid. Someone was having fun and it turned her on.

"Police! Move aside!" she called out in a voice that was both annoyed about the crowd, and happy to be there. A few people jumped at her voice, a few made a double take, and one or two tried sneaking a look down her shirt, but everyone cooperated and moved aside. When she made it to the centre of the crowd, her suspicions were confirmed. Bent over the wall of the fountain was a couple having sex. Not just sex though, it was carnal, primal fucking.

The guy was pounding into the woman with wanton abandon, the slapping sound of his hips against her ass rang loud and proud. The woman was moaning in kind, each thrust seemed to elicit a heightened note. Her platinum blonde hair was fashioned into two long pigtails that nearly brushed the ground and her massive, very-fake boobs barely moved despite the guy's best efforts. Her ruby red lips, also filled and plump, were open to allow her continued moans of passion. Elana could even tell that the woman's ass was fake as the man continually slapped his hips against it. She had to give credit where credit was due: this woman had sculpted herself into a perfect fuck doll, and the man (scrawny and unassuming as he drowned in his sweat-soaked blue t-shirt) fucked her like an absolute machine. Surprising, really, considering his build.

Elana felt her body alight in arousal as she took in the scene. It was a renewed heat that dwarfed the thrill she felt from feeling the tightness on her skin left behind by Tony's cum. Her breathing quickened, and her nipples grew stiff against the restraints of her bra. She felt her panties grow damp, or damper than they had previously been.

The scene was sexy, hot, brazen, naughty, and an assortment of other arousal-laden words that flooded through Elana's mind. Even the smell of their sex permeated the air and tantalized her senses. She had always loved responding to 647s, but this was a whole new level of lewdity.

Still, she was on duty, and she couldn't lose herself in the fantasies that began reeling through her head.

Elana stood up straight and spoke loudly and clearly, "Police! The two of you need to stop right now." Unfortunately, the couple didn't stop. In fact they seemed to double down, thrusting harder and moaning louder.

Elana rolled her eyes. Of course it was going to be like this. She reached for her radio. "Officer Sharpe, be advised, I have two suspects that require detainment and potential crowd control at the fountain." She figured he would probably be sleeping, but if she could get the help, she could probably use it.

"Sir, ma'am," she said loudly and clearly as she began to approach the couple, "You need to stop or I will be required to use ****." Still nothing. She sighed in exasperation and tried to suppress the desire to just sit back and watch. A part of her really wanted to see how far they would go, how loud the woman could get, how long the man could last. Her body was reacting in kind.

"Not quite there yet, are you?" A male voice from behind her made Elana jump. She turned to see two men on the edge of the crowd but still separate from the rest of the gawking civilians. One was sitting on the other, using him like a bench. By the look of his smile and the fact that he was laser focused on Elana rather than the fucking couple, she assumed he was the one who spoke. His hands were playing with the waist of his pants, unfastening the button and lowering the zipper.

"Sir," Elana said, trying to maintain her air of authority amidst the confusing sight, "Please keep everything in your pants. I don't want to have to detain a third person today."

The man simply smiled and began fishing beneath his underwear. From how he had to maneuver, he seemed to be packing.

Elana put her hand on her taser, worried about what he might pull out. The professional part of her didn't want him to pull out anything at all, but the kinky side of her couldn't help but wonder… "Sir, get your hands out where I can see them!"

The man rolled his eyes. "Still so serious. Let's push this a bit further." He pulled his hand out of his pants, clutching a monstrously large erection.

Elana drew her taser and...