Page 4 of 2 Cherries for My Dad's Best Friend

“I’m sorry?”

“He has two dicks,” I say in an embarrassed voice as my cheeks go pink. “That’s what I’ve heard at least, and I was wondering if the police keep records about this type of thing.”

Officer Lane is now looking at me as if I’ve grown two heads.

“I’m sorry, I’m still not sure that I’m hearing you correctly. Did you say that there’s a man in Allentown with two cocks? And that he’s terrorizing women somehow?”

“Yes, exactly!” I chirp with a smile. “Although I’m not sure that ‘terrorizing’ is the right word because I think some of the women like it. I think it feels good actually…”

Officer Lane shakes his head while pinching the bridge of his nose, like he can feel a massive migraine coming on.

“And this is a crime because …?”

“Well, it’s not a crime exactly,” I say in a hasty voice. “I didn’t say that it’s acrimecrime. I’m just concerned about the well-being of the female population, and I was wondering if you’ve heard reports. You know, women going to the hospital, or a woman coming here and maybe filing a complaint, or maybe even a man doing the same. I don’t know if our perpetrator is bisexual, gay, or straight, although the rumors only involve women so far.”

Officer Lane is no longer amused. In fact, there’s a dark flush on his cheeks and his jaw is tight.

“I’m sorry, Miss Hughes, but you do realize that my time is valuable, right? That I could be solving real crimes at this very moment, and that you’re taking time away from those victims with your stories of men with double dicks roaming the city and doing whatever.”

“Not doing whatever!” I exclaim quickly. “I just wanted to see if you guys have had other people come in with similar complaints. You know, a record-keeping kind of thing.”

“But even if we kept records of a double-dicked terrorist, we wouldn’t share them with the public,” he drawls. “Criminal investigations are confidential, and wedefinitelywouldn’t share them with any random girl who walks in off the street.”

I have the grace to blush as Officer Lane gets up, rising to his full height, glowering at me. “I’m sorry, Miss Hughes, but it doesn’t sound like we’re going to get anywhere with this conversation. Have a nice day.”

Oh shit, this calls for the big guns. I need to find out if the police know anything, and I leap into action. Before Officer Lane can exit, I stand up and quickly pull down the décolletage of my top. A big breast comes bouncing out, huge, full and creamy in the low lights. My pink nipple is already hardening, and I smile invitingly at the handsome man.

“Will this stimulate your memory, Officer Lane?” I coo, jiggling the breast at him. “Or how about this?”

Then, I pull my décolletage down even more so that my other breast bounces out as well. It’s shameless. I know this is wrong, and if we get caught on camera, we’re going to be in big trouble. Still, a girl’s got to go the mile sometimes, and I know my curvy figure and lush breasts are irresistible to most men. With another coquettish smile, I gently run my fingers in circles over my nipples while licking my lips.

“Do you remember anything now, Officer Lane?” I mewl. “I’d love to know, if you do. My tits would love to know too.”

Obviously, this conversation is ridiculous, but it has its intended effect. The huge police office stops and stares, unable to speak. Then, he seems to be mentally evaluating the situation and slowly turns to face me.

“Well, now that you mention it, I’m sure that something has been reported,” he drawls in a low voice. “I just needed my memory jogged.”

“That’s what I thought,” I giggle while gently sucking on a finger. Then I rub the finger around one nipple so that it gleams with saliva in the low lights. “Maybe if you suck here a little, you’ll remember better.”

Officer Lane is on his knees before me in a second.

“Maybe I will,” he rasps. “Let’s see.”

Then, the handsome man licks my nipple and I let out a soft gasp at the gentle touch. He chuckles deep in his chest before locking his lips onto the turgid tip, beginning a deep, slow suction.

“Oooh,” I moan as hot jolts of sensation go straight from my breast to my cunt. “Mmmm!”

“Yeah, you like it don’t you?” he murmurs against my soft flesh. “Shit, you’re sexy. Who knew a little slut like you would show up in interrogation today? Fuck, I’m so happy I switched shifts with Carter, that bastard.”

I have no idea who Carter is, but I’m glad he switched shifts too because in the next moment, the handsome policeman has a hand in my panties, his big fingers trailing over my slick, slippery folds.

“Goddamn, you’re soaked,” he rasps. “Oh shit. Fuck me. Shit shit shit.”

I have no idea why he’s cursing up a storm, but it doesn’t really matter. Instead, I reach down to fumble with his belt, and within seconds, Officer Lane’s enormous shaft is pulsing in the palm of my hand. I squeeze experimentally, and beneath my ministrations, a bead of pre-come forms at the tip, pearling before sliding down the girthy rod. I massage the moisture into his sensitive skin, gently trailing my fingers over those huge veins.

“Fuuuuck,” Officer Lane moans, popping off my nipple for a moment. “Goddamn, that feels good.”

I giggle, my pussy juicing even as we touch one another.

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