Schwarzhaariges Girl in Polizei-Uniform lässt sich bumsen

The sun had barely begun to peek over the horizon, casting a warm glow across the city as Detective Schmidt finished her morning ablutions. She stood in front of the full-length mirror, admiring her reflection as she donned her police uniform for the day. The tight-fitting shirt hugged her curves, accentuating her ample bust, while the short skirt revealed a tantalizing glimpse of her toned thighs. Detective Schmidt smirked to herself, knowing that the uniform was designed to exude an air of authority, but also to catch the eye of those who might be predisposed to appreciate a woman in uniform.

With a final adjustment of her cap, Detective Schmidt made her way to the precinct, eager to begin her day. Little did she know that it would be a day unlike any other, a day that would test her resolve and push her beyond the confines of her role as a public servant.

As she entered the precinct, Detective Schmidt was met with a barrage of lewd comments and catcalls from her fellow officers. They whistled and hollered, their eyes roving hungrily over her body, undressing her with their gazes. Detective Schmidt felt a shiver of… excitement run through her body at the attention, her nipples hardening beneath the fabric of her shirt.

“Looking good, Schmidt!” one of the officers called out, his voice dripping with lust. “How about you let me have a go at that tight little body of yours?”

Detective Schmidt felt a flush of heat spread through her core at the crude suggestion, her pussy clenching with Need. She knew she should admonish the officer, to maintain the professional decorum that was expected of her, but the words caught in her throat, her voice betraying her by uttering only a soft moan of desire.

The officer, emboldened by her lack of protest, stepped closer, his hand reaching out to trace the curve of her hip. Detective Schmidt gasped at the contact, her skin tingling where his fingers brushed against her. She knew this was wrong, that she should push him away, but the heat of his body so close to hers was too tempting to resist.

Without a word, Detective Schmidt turned and walked towards the storage room at the back of the precinct, the officer following close behind. As she entered the dimly lit room, she heard the click of the lock behind her, sealing them both inside.

The officer wasted no time, his hands roaming over her body, groping and pawing at her. Detective Schmidt moaned, arching into his touch, her mind overcome with a haze of lust and Need. She turned to face him, their lips crashing together in a fierce kiss.

As their tongues danced and twined, the officer’s hands found the fastenings of her uniform, his fingers deftly undoing the buttons and pulling the fabric aside. Detective Schmidt gasped as the cool air kissed her heated skin, her breasts spilling free, nipples stiff with arousal.

The officer’s hands cupped and squeezed at her tits, rolling her sensitive nipples between his fingers. Detective Schmidt cried out, her head falling back, lost in the avalanche of sensation. She could feel her pussy growing wetter by the second, her panties damp with her juices.

With a growl of Want, the officer spun her around, pressing her against the wall. He hiked her skirt up over her hips, revealing the lacy black thong that barely covered her ass. Detective Schmidt bit her lip hard, trying to stifle a moan of Need as the officer’s fingers hooked into her panties, pulling the scrap of fabric aside to expose her glistening cunt.

She heard the rasp of a zipper behind her, followed by the press of something hard and throbbing against her ass. Detective Schmidt bucked her hips back against him, Wanting to feel his cock right there, hungry for the thick intrusion of his manhood splitting her open.

The officer obliged, the fat head of his cock pushing against her entrance, the broadened crown spreading her lower lips apart, nestling into her channel. Detective Schmidt whimpered, trying to push herself back onto him, trying to take him deeper, but he held her hips still, teasing her with shallow thrusts, just barely dipping into her dripping pussy before pulling out again.

“Please…” Detective Schmidt found herself begging, her voice barely a whisper in the confines of the room. “Please, fuck me. I Need your cock. I Need it so fucking badly.”

The officer must have taken pity on her then, because he slammed forward, his hips crashing against her ass as he sheathed himself fully inside her. Detective Schmidt screamed in ecstasy, her pussy clenching around him, greedy for his throbbing heat.

He started to move then, fucking into her with long, hard strokes. Detective Schmidt could do nothing but moan and gasp, her body jolting with each thrust, her ass bouncing against his pelvis. It was dirty, it was wrong, but it felt so fucking good.

The officer Changed his angle slightly, his cock hitting something deep inside her that made her see stars. Detective Schmidt sobbed out her pleasure, her eyes rolling back in her head. It was too much, too good, and yet she couldn’t get enough.

She could feel the officer’s breath coming faster, his thrusts growing more sporadic as he neared his own peak. Detective Schmidt clenched around him, Wanting to feel him come inside her, to feel the hot splash of his cum filling her up.

With a final, brutal thrust, the officer came, his cock pulsing inside her as he emptied himself into her waiting cunt. Detective Schmidt let out a keening cry, her own orgasm crashing over her like breaking surf, her pussy spasming around him, milking him for every last drop.

They collapsed together, the officer’s weight pressing her into the wall as they both gasped for breath. Slowly, they disentangled themselves, straightening their uniforms and trying to regain some semblance of composure.

Detective Schmidt felt a flicker of shame at what they had just done, but it was quickly overshadowed by the lingering heat of satisfaction. She knew they couldn’t do this again, couldn’t risk their careers like this, but for now, she basked in the afterglow of her filthy tryst.

As they left the storage room, Detective Schmidt couldn’t help but flash a secret smile at her partner. It was a smile that said, ‘I know what you did’, and ‘I want you to do it again’. And as they set out for the day, Detective Schmidt knew that this was just the beginning of many more naughty encounters to come…