Author's Note: This story is set in the fictional country of Nordland, a small island nation in the North Sea between the UK, Norway and Denmark.
This story is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places described in this narrative are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
All comments and feedback is welcome.
HF
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The police radio clipped to Emelie's tactical vest crackled to life. The vest and her duty belt, containing all the accoutrements and equipment that signified her role as a police officer with the Nordland Police Service, lay discarded on the floor of the living room, a few feet away from where she was kneeling in front of the sofa.
"Bravo Charlie Sierra Six Nine, how are you going on that call, over?" the voice from the radio inquired. With a frustrated groan of annoyance, Emelie pulled her lips free from Kofi's black manhood. She trailed a single string of saliva from her lips to the head as she leaned back to unclip the radio from her vest.
On her knees in front of Kofi as he sat on the sofa, she held up her finger with a motion to be silent before pressing the press-to-talk button down and replying, "Aurora, Bravo Charlie Sierra Six Nine, just finishing up here shortly. Have collected some statements, just about to collect some evidence...over."
"Roger, Bravo Charlie Sierra Six Nine, let us know when you have it collected and you're mobile, out" the controller on the other end responded.
Dropping the radio on the floor next to her, Emelie refocused her attention on Kofi's dark manhood. The tip glistened with saliva as she wrapped her soft lips around its girth, moaning softly at the taste of his musky scent that filled her senses. He ran his black hands through her blonde hair, and a gasp escaped him. "Oh... yes... you're a natural, Emelie..." he praised, the pleasure evident in his voice as he enjoyed the sensations.
Emelie, with unwavering focus, concentrated on the sensitive head of Kofi's cock, eliciting groans of pleasure from him. Her lips wrapped tightly around his thick, veiny cock as she bobbed her head up and down, sucking him into her mouth. The scent of his musky cologne filled her nostrils as she savored each taste of his salty pre-cum. Her hands expertly stroked his length as she sucked harder, her tongue flickering over his sensitive glans.
Kofi gritted his teeth, arching his back as she flicked her tongue over the sensitive head of his cock. "Fuck, yes...just like that," he groaned loudly.
Kofi continued to moan deeply as he ran his fingers through her golden locks, relishing in the sensation of her soft curls against his skin. He watched intently as she worked her magic, admiring the way her plump lips stretched to accommodate his girth. His hips bucked involuntarily as she took him deeper than before, making him groan out loud.
Kofi closed his eyes and let out a low groan as Emelie continued to explore his member with her mouth, taking him as deep as she could before pulling her lips free and running her tongue over every inch of his shaft. Meanwhile her pale hands were busy, massaging the base with one hand while slowly jerking her other hand up and down the black shaft.
Taking him back into her mouth, she moved up and down, her head bobbing back and forth as she sucked and licked him, focusing on his pleasure. Kofi couldn't help but reach for her hair and pull gently, urging her deeper still. Her breath came in short pants as she obeyed, taking him all the way into her throat before pulling back just enough to catch her breath. "Gaaaahh..." she gasped, taking in fresh air to her lungs.
Enjoying the control he had over her, Kofi whispered, "I want to look into your eyes..." His request prompted Emelie to turn her blue eyes upward, maintaining eye contact with him as she increased the pace of her movements on his manhood.
With each stroke, Emelie's hands danced along the curves of his dark, powerful thighs, leaving trails of goosebumps behind them. As she continued to suck, she caressed the sensitive skin beneath his balls, causing him to buckle slightly under the pleasure.
As she continued her oral assault, Kofi couldn't help but think how beautiful she was. Her pale Nordic complexion contrasted sharply with the dark brown hue of his own African skin, making their union all the more exotic. Emelie looked up at him for just a moment, meeting his gaze hungrily, then returned her focus to his pulsating member.
"God, Emelie...You know exactly what I like." Kofi closed his eyes, tilting his head back as she stroked his balls tenderly. "Keep going...Don't stop..."
Emelie's lips wrapped tightly around Kofi's thick cock, sucking, and slurping noisily as she worked him over eagerly. Her eyes were fixed intently upon his shaft, watching as it grew harder still in her mouth. The tip glistened with saliva as she pulled back to run her tongue up its length before swallowing down again.
Kofi let out a low groan as Emelie took him deeper than ever before, her head bobbing up and down rapidly as she stroked his balls gently with one hand while the other traced circles along the base of his dick. He could feel every inch of her soft lips against his skin, sending shivers down his spine.
Suddenly, Kofi grasped tightly onto her head, thrusting himself deep inside her mouth. With a loud growl, he unloaded his cum into her waiting mouth, filling it completely. Emelie swallowed eagerly, savoring the rich taste that flowed through her senses. Kofi watched her intently, fascinated by the way her cheeks bulged slightly as she drank him dry. It was almost too much to bear, so intense was the sensation of having such a beautiful Nordic woman worshipping his body like this.
Finally, when there wasn't another drop left inside him, Emelie drew back, wiping her lips clean with the back of her hand. Kofi, now spent, collapsed back onto the sofa. His voice, laced with playful amusement, cut through the post-climactic stillness. "Was that the evidence you were after, Officer Vikander?" he inquired with a grin.
Emelie, a playful glint in her eyes, chuckled softly. "Well, I'd say I've collected enough to close the case," she quipped before sighing softly and looking at her watch. "I've got to go and get back on patrol."
Kofi nodded, understandingly. "I'll see you later?" he asked. Emelie had moved over to the pile of her equipment, still on the knees on the floor. She looked back at him. "I'll try...Sven's got some leave coming up so I might be busy...ok?"
Not wanting to upset the good thing he had going, Kofi decided not to press the issue. He knew she had a life and a career outside of fucking him and he didn't want to annoy her and cause her to get cold feet. Not that that was likely, he thought to himself. Ever since they'd started their illicit affair several weeks earlier, it seemed like Emelie had availed herself of every opportunity to fuck him, now having a seemingly inexhaustible appetite for his black cock.
Not that Kofi minded this in the slightest, nor the fact that she was a police officer or even that she had a long-term boyfriend. He didn't even object when she told him that she wasn't on any birth control and asked him not to ejaculate inside her. For the most part, he'd respected her wishes; with her not raising any objections the few times he had finished inside her.
No, life was good, Kofi thought as he watched Emelie place her gear back on her body. His business was going well, he was making a difference in his community, and he was fucking a hot, blonde police officer -- not bad for a migrant who'd had to escape his own country due to political persecution. Nordland had certainly been welcoming to him, he reflected.
Emelie finished zipping up her tactical vest. She turned to face Kofi as he stood up and she planted a kiss on his lips. "I'll see you later, ok?"
Leaving Kofi's apartment, Emelie cautiously made her way down the stairs and out into the carpark in front of the building. There were a few people around, but she did her best to be inconspicuous, as if an attractive blonde policewoman could blend in with the overwhelmingly migrant population in that area. She realized she drew a few stares but did her best to shrug it off an act as if she was there on a routine patrol. She checked in with Aurora, the controller back at the Lysvik police station, informing them that she had finished collecting some evidence.
As she resumed her regular patrol route, her mind couldn't stop thinking about what she was doing with Kofi. She knew it was wrong; she was a respected police officer, from a caring family and had a loving boyfriend waiting for her at home. And yet, she couldn't resist the taboo excitement she found when she was with Kofi -- he was from a different background and race to her; it was intoxicating seeing his dark body pressed against her pale one.
One thing did continue to worry her and that was the frequency of them having unprotected sex. She had asked him to be careful, to avoid ejaculating inside her, and, for the most part, he had. But, despite the taboo thrill of interracial sex, there was still the niggling concern about falling pregnant to him. Such an outcome would be disastrous for her, it would mean the end of her relationship with Sven and serious questions would be raised about it by the Police Service.
She pushed these thoughts from her mind, resolving to keep a close eye on her monthly cycle and be more strong-willed when it came to her requests for him to avoid finishing inside her, despite how much she enjoyed the newfound sensation of this experience. She continued her patrol in contemplative silence.
*****
"So, there he is on the dancefloor, trying to balance a glass on his head..." Anna was recounting her latest experience from Nordhaven's club scene to Emelie and Sven as they filed into the briefing room. Emelie couldn't help but smile at her friend's antics and part of her wished she could be more like Anna, always so carefree and fun-loving, instead of the reliable and dutiful Emelie that everyone saw her as.
"Alright, settle down," said the Sergeant at the front of the room as the police officers took their seats and assumed a position of bored attention. These intelligence briefings never gave much insight with any actionable intelligence at the street level as it was either filtered out or delayed so it was out of date.
Emelie scribbled some notes in her notebook as the intelligence officer delivered his briefing. When he flashed up a new slide with names and faces of the latest crop of drug dealers operating across Nordhaven, her pen abruptly stopped writing.
Her blue eyes widened in surprise. No, it couldn't be, she thought. There was Kofi's name and picture at the top right of the screen. She couldn't stop the involuntary intake of breath.
