Tony can't satisfy Elana

Chapter 5

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

The air in the cruiser was hot and heavy. With the sun peeking over the building that lumbered above the alleyway, Officer Elana Reynolds felt her skin bead with sweat. Somewhere in the back of her mind she had heard the dispatcher over the radio, but she had more important things in mind, namely cumming her brains out. It had been too long since she came around a thick meaty cock and she needed it bad.

Tony's impressive dick filled her greedy cunt perfectly and, despite his exhausted and worn out state, he was still the kind of guy that revved her engine: tall, built, and loaded with a gravelly charm. She just needed to look past his poor performance as of late. Slowly, she lifted herself up until only the head of his dick was still inside her, leaving the shaft coated with her wetness. She loved starting slow so she could really feel him fill her with every inch, so she could feel every contour of his delicious shaft. With his hands gripping onto her bare ass, she gradually lowered herself back onto his cock, moaning as she felt him slide into her soaking pussy. Her hands quickly worked at the buttons of her top, trying to give him unfettered access to her tits. With his mouth on her nipples, she'd be cumming in no time.

"Oh fuck, Laney," he groaned slowly. She felt his fingers dig into her thick butt cheeks and her heart sank; he had done this enough that she knew what was coming.

"No, Tony, don't you fucking dare," she hissed, but it was too late. She felt his body stiffen and his cock pulse as spurt after spurt of his cum shot deep inside her. "Goddamn it!" she yelled. Slow and sensuous took a backseat to desperation. She tried rolling her hips rapidly in a futile attempt to get herself off, but his cock quickly began deflating making her efforts worthless.

"I'm sorry, Laney," he groaned. She let out an exasperated sigh and pushed herself off him so she could put her pants back on in the driver's seat of the cruiser. "You know how stressed I've been lately."

"Yeah, yeah," Elana replied. She should have known better than to expect anything more from him. Even before his wife gave birth, he hardly had the discipline to last longer than five minutes with her. She really needed to start looking for a different beat, hopefully to one with a partner who could actually fuck.

Her hand reached for the radio. "This is unit Six Bravo Nine. Show me responding." She emphasized the word "me" and shot Tony a side eye. He’d be useless responding anyway. His pathetic ass was always asleep mere minutes after shooting his load.

"You good to take this, Laney?" he groaned. His eyes were already fluttering shut as he relaxed into the seat of the cruiser with his flaccid dick hanging out, dripping the last of his seed on the front of his shirt.

Elana scoffed. "Yep," she spat and exited the vehicle. She hastily finished buttoning up the front of her pants with her shirt lazily tucked in, and fastened her belt around her waist. Without a second glance at her partner in the cruiser, she started the brief walk to Dempsey Park.

Her white bra was showing and her hair was up in a lazy, messy ponytail, but she didn't care. The half-open shirt helped her cool down in the hot sun and she was too frustrated to worry about a picture-perfect bun. Besides, she could fix it all when she got closer.

The sun was swelteringly hot. Elana almost regretted her decision to walk and leave Tony by his pathetic self in the shaded alley. If she had driven the cruiser over, she would have at least had air conditioning and that would have been worth the awkwardness of staying in there. It annoyed her even more knowing he was dozing off in a cool, postcoital nap.

"​That would be nice," she thought bitterly. She couldn’t even remember the last time she’d actually orgasmed from sex. It had started off so well. How had it all gone so wrong? Halfway through his wife's pregnancy, Tony had started complaining that he wasn't getting laid anymore. Elana had been on a three day dry spell and Tony was an absolute hunk. She jumped on that opportunity like a cat catching a mouse. She framed it as a way to help him relieve stress, but really, she just wanted sex and wasn't above resorting to adultery to get it. The sex had been okay back then - he never lasted long, but at least she could get off - but after the kid was born he’d been such a basket case that he could barely last thirty seconds.

​As she crossed the last road before Dempsey Park, Elana felt some of his cum leak out of her and pool in her thong. It simultaneously pissed her off and turned her on even more. What was wrong with her? How could the knowledge that she had some pathetic loser’s cum seeping out of her cunt turn her on so much? Sometimes she hated being a nymphomaniac: even hating the depraved things she did just managed to make her feel horny.

​She reached the park seemingly on autopilot. When her boots stepped onto the grass, it gave her the wherewithal to snap out of her thoughts and deal with the call. Fortunately, it didn't take her long to track down the lewd conduct. Right in front of her was a large crowd gathered around the fountain. They were cheering and recording something in the centre. Elana couldn't see it, but she could certainly hear it. Cutting through the din of the crowd, she heard a woman moaning. It had a rhythmic emphasis that coincided with a wet slap-slap-slap sound. It was unmistakable.

​Someone was fucking at the fountain.

And the bitch sounded like she was enjoying it.

​Jealousy. Arousal. Disdain. Temptation. A torrent of emotions washed over Elana as she marched toward the crowd. "Police! Move out of the way!" she yelled as loud as she could.

​The crowd instantly quieted, making the woman’s moans ring even louder in Elana’s head. As the onlookers turned to look at her, she noticed several gazes drop to her chest. She was a naturally busty woman - fuck it, she was hot - so she was used to receiving that downcast glance, but she realized that in this case it was likely because her shirt was still half-open. A handful of phones turned to film her and she knew it wouldn't look good.

"​Fuck it," she thought. "Let the Sarge find out. I'll get suspended, maybe even transferred, but then maybe they’ll give me a partner who can actually fuck."

"I said move!" she yelled at the onlookers. That seemed to snap them from their collective stupor and pushed them into action. They parted like a stage curtain and Elana stepped forward to see what was happening.

The revealed scene further fueled the inferno of her arousal.

Bent over the fountain wall, moaning like a bitch in heat, was a woman getting absolutely railed by a skinny black guy wearing a blue t-shirt that looked two sizes too big. If the sight of two people ravenously fucking in public wasn't enough to set Elana's sex on fire, the absurd lewdity of the woman's body was.

She looked like someone waved a magic wand to make her look like sex personified. Her boobs were ridiculously inflated, way past the point where someone could assume they were real. They sat like firm basketballs suspended from her chest and didn't jiggle in any way. Elana had always considered getting implants, just something to help set her apart from her competition, but this was obscene. The woman's long blonde hair was fashioned into two pigtails that whipped to and fro as the man pounded her from behind, and she was wearing a red tartan skirt that wouldn't have even covered her ass if it wasn't pushed up around her tiny waist.

Elana stared at the couple. She felt her nipples harden against her bra. Her pussy throbbed in needy desire. She had always enjoyed the idea of public sex - it turned her on immensely anytime she had to respond to one of these calls - but this was a whole new level of depravity.

And her arousal was infuriatingly pent up.

Thoughts of what she wanted to do to them, with them, began flooding her mind. She wanted to join in. She wanted to rip open her uniform and put her tits in front of the blonde slut so she could suck and bite her aching hard nipples. She wanted to pull her pants down and offer up her glistening pussy for the man to take. She wanted to spank the woman. She wanted to be spanked by the woman. She wanted to moan and scream and shout obscenities just like the **** slut she was.

But she knew she had to stop them. She knew that the fantasies were just her sex addiction rearing its ugly head. It had been far too long since she had a good fuck and her body was going into its own perverted state of withdrawal. She had to rise above it. She was still a cop. It was her duty to deal with this. She was being filmed by dozens of cameras. She had to act accordingly. She was supposed to break up the crowd, to make the couple stop... fucking, to get her to cover up her... massive tits, to get him to stop... plowing into her like she was a slutty fucktoy built to be screwed.

Elana shivered even in the hot sun. Her eyes felt glassy, focused on the couple. Her hand reached for her waist, but it wasn't for her cuffs or even her gun. Her fingers toyed with the button on her pants. It would be so easy to let loose. It would be a dream come true, really. She needed it. Her pussy needed it.

"They make a tempting sight, don't they?"

A male voice from behind Elana caused her to jump. She tore her eyes away from the hot couple and looked back. Her hand quickly flicked from the fly of her pants to her gun, ready to act should she require it, but she found her breath taken away instead.

At the edge of the crowd was a man with a devilish grin and a massive, mouth-watering cock. He had his pants pulled down to his ankles and was slowly stroking his behemoth erection as he sat on a bench, except it wasn't a bench: it was a man on all fours. Elana didn't bother looking at the man-bench, she didn't even bother looking at the rest of the man talking to her; his dick was just so extraordinary. Long, thick... Surely enough to give her the orgasm she desperately needed, as long as he used it right.

Her hand by her gun relaxed. She heard the woman moaning behind her, but now it was just background noise. This man's dick was the entire focus of her attention. She watched his hand slowly slide up and down the length of his shaft and she imagined feeling it inside her, feeling every contour, every vein. Feeling it fill her...

"Why don't you join them?" he asked. "I know you want to."

Elana ignored him. His words floated past her, unimportant and fruitless. Her legs operated with a mind of their own and she began to approach him.

"Oh, you have something else in mind, I see," he said, his words were condescending and flippant. His hand began picking up pace on his cock. It was subtle, but Elana's eagle eyes noticed it, just like she noticed the drop of pre-cum glistening in the sunlight. Her hungry pussy throbbed for it.

A **** voice in the back of her mind told her not to go. It yelled that she was a cop. She was supposed to obey the law and enforce it. She had to fight her addiction. It said that there was something wrong about this man, about this whole situation. It screamed at her, begging her to stop.

And still she pushed forward.

Her gaze focused, fixated, on his magnificent dick and his hand stroking up and down, up and down. She approached. Her mouth watered, her cunt cried.

"Come join in, Officer. You can't let them have all the fun," he whispered somehow audibly above the roar of the crowd.

Elana wanted to. She wanted to take his delectable cock and ride it until they both came, and then she wanted to ride it more until it was hard again. A voice inside her yelled at her, pleaded with her. As she got closer, it tried reminding her that she was a cop. But she was so close, she could reach out and touch it. She could play with the drop of precum that shimmered on the tip of his dick. She could replace his hand with hers. She could take over. She could pull her pants down and mount him. She could feel him slowly fill her. She could…

She could fight it.

Elana instead reached to her waist. Her belt was still securely fastened. With practiced dexterity, she pulled the cuffs and snapped one onto the man's motoring wrist. She shook her head slightly and directed her gaze into the man's eyes. They were dull, grey, unremarkable, but they still conveyed his emotion. He appeared shocked and disappointed. His eyes were wide and his smile dropped completely.

"You're under arrest for lewd conduct in public," Elana croaked with as much authority as she could manage with a soaked, **** and unsatisfied pussy. She continued to rattle off her speech as though it was second nature. The man's expression relaxed, but he still wore a disappointed frown.

Before Elana could finish her speech, before she could shackle his other wrist, he spoke over her, "You're so close, Officer. I think just another little push." He smiled and...