by Bianca James
I’d always known Chloe was attracted to me like that, but she knew I wasn’t into girls, so it was never a problem for us. In fact, we often joked about it and she’d always flirt with me whenever we had a few drinks together. To be totally honest, I liked the attention and got a thrill from her liking me in that way. Hey, if you’re hot, you’re hot. Does it really matter where the attention comes from?
Chloe and I would double date guys from college when we first started hanging out together, so I had no idea she was a switch hitter until one night we met up to see a movie and she brought another girl along as her date. Not that I cared one way or another, although, I guess I was a little upset that she hadn’t told me. I thought we were close enough friends to share anything, including stuff like that. It’s different now, though, we’re totally best friends, which is why I’m here, in a stinking jail cell with my bestie’s tongue down my throat and her hands unbuttoning my top to expose my perky, all natural DD’s. The things we do for our best friends, right?
“Is this a private party, or can anyone join in?” We both heard the officer, who had been patrolling the cells, at the same time, but instead of breaking off the kiss, I grabbed the back of Chloe’s head and returned her kiss with a passion and eagerness that was sure to provoke a reaction from the officer standing outside of our cell. The officer whose uniform was straining with the effort of holding his enormous erection in check. I could read the name on his badge quite clearly under the bright fluorescent lights. Washington. Yeah, he kind of looked a little like his movie namesake, too, come to think of it.
When he poked his thick, black nightstick between the bars and started clanging it against the hardened steel, we both pulled away from each to face the arrestingly handsome, athletically built, officer in his crisp uniform.
Chapter 7
You’re probably wondering how a sexy blonde straight girl, like me, ends up in a prison cell and having her tits groped and put on display for a hunky uniformed police officer. It’s not what you think. In fact, whatever it is you’re thinking, I can promise you, you’re totally wrong.
By the time Officer Washington had unlocked the door to the cell, his base, primal urges had overwhelmed his better judgement, as was our plan, it was obvious he wasn’t able to behave like an officer who had sworn to ‘protect and serve’. From the look of primal lust that swept across his ebony face, it was more a case of him ‘servicing without protection’.
His rock hard cock was outlined by the sharply pressed fabric of his uniform. I could see it clearly down the inside of his pants leg and it seemed to go on forever. Either that or he’d shoved his nightstick down his pants.
Our impromptu girl-on-girl show had him all worked up, that’s for sure, and watching us kissing and sucking each other’s tongues like they were cocks had turned him into a wild, predatory animal as he entered the cage that held us, his prey, captive. I saw his nostrils flare and his eyes ignite with hunger as he caught the scent of our arousal.
“Who told you to stop?” he growled menacingly at us.
“Move along, officer, there’s nothing to see here,” I chided. “Not unless you cut my friend loose.”
“You know that ain’t gonna happen, right?” He turned and slid the cell door shut.
“Well, there’s no more peep show for you,” I tried to sound brave, but my wavering voice betrayed me as he took a purposeful step toward us.
“What she means, asshole, is that your dick stays where it is and you get squat from us until you promise to let me outta here. I shouldn’t even be here,” Chloe barked at Officer Washington, clearly surprising him with her sass.
“Is that right?” Washington took another step closer. “Seems I’ve heard it all before. Even that guy,” he pointed to a nearby cell, “the Johnson flasher in the cell across the hall shouldn’t be here. Shit, maybe I ought to just let everyone out and go home and watch the game on my big screen TV?”
“All I’m saying is,” Chloe continued in a calmer tone, “is that this is a mistake. I didn’t steal that car—”
“You mean the one the owner reported as stolen?”
“No. Yes. I mean…oh, shit, I mean yes it was reported stolen by my stepdad but it wasn’t really stolen. I just didn’t exactly get around to telling him I was borrowing it.”
“So why isn’t he here bailing you out? Why’re you wasting your one phone call getting your little girlfriend here to come see you?”
“No! I’m not her…” Chloe’s nails dug into my arm.
“Because I thought she could help. My stepdad won’t come. He’s a real hardass bastard and I know he’ll leave me here to teach me a lesson if I call him. I won’t give that sack of shit the satisfaction.”
“We thought that maybe we can work something out with you, Officer Washington,” I tried to sound as respectful as I could, “before your shift finishes.”
“I wanna see you two kissing again, while I think about it.”
Chloe and I looked at each other. We both knew what we had to do to get our ‘get out of jail free’ card and making Officer Washington horny beyond reason was our only roll of the dice. The only way I could help my best friend was to go for it. Without limits. Without hesitation.
Chapter 8
Grabbing a handful of Chloe’s silky hair, I pulled her head back and crushed my mouth over hers with all the passion I could muster. I needed to put on a good show for our audience of one. That’s what best friends do, isn’t it?
“Undress each other,” he said, in a tone that didn’t sound like it was a request so much as a command. “I want to see you touch each other while I watch.” He paused for a moment before saying what else was on his mind. “And I want you two to call me Daddy.”
Chloe and I shared a glance. We were both as white as the driven snow. Oh well, if that’s what it took to but Chloe loose, that’s what it took.
“Yes, Daddy,” we said at the same time in our sweetest, most innocent voices.
So we began to remove each other’s tops. I wasn’t wearing a bra, but I unhooked and took off Chloe’s as slowly and seductively as I could while Washington watched from where he stood in the middle of the cell. I was so busy undressing Chloe and stripping off my own skirt and panties that I didn’t realize what the tall, black cop was doing. The clink of his belt buckle gave it away, though. When we stopped to look at him and we could see that he was holding back, waiting for us to continue our performance.
“Now, touch each other. You know what I want. Hurry up and show me. I haven’t got all night.”
Chloe took the lead and cupped my breasts in her hands, squeezing them gently as she devoured me with her eyes. The feeling was so intense I couldn’t help myself and I threw my head back and let out a sigh of pleasure as my nipples hardened against the palms of Chloe’s expert, soft hands. She moved her hands to cup them from below, accentuating my already adequate cleavage, holding them on display so our friendly guard could see them in all their glory and take in my state of arousal from the size of my hardened nipples.
Taking the lead from Chloe, I used my fingertips to delicately stroke her breasts from the cleavage to the areola surrounding her firm, ripe nipples. They responded to my touch much the same as mine had done to hers. Taking one finger at a time into my mouth to moisten the tip, I ran my wet fingers around the areola once again, causing her to erupt in little bumps around her nipples, which strained, as if begging for attention with their hardness.
Removing my hands from Chloe’s breasts, I hooked one hand behind her head while gently caressing her stomach, in a seductive, circular pattern, with the other. I felt her quiver as I touched her bare stomach and she arched her head back slightly, showing how much she enjoyed my feminine touch.
While her head was tilted back, I gave her the deepest, most passionate kiss I could manage.
Officer Washington, in the meantime, had unzipped his pants, although he hadn’t yet removed them. He seemed to be enjoying the little game we were pla
ying with him and was in no rush to finish it.
“Wow, that was some kiss,” Chloe eventually said, after catching her breath. “I think our police escort enjoyed it, too,” she continued, looking down at the enormous, pulsing bulge protruding from behind a pair of boxers through the open zip in his pants. I followed her gaze.
“Did you like that officer Daddy?” I asked cheekily.
His pants swelled in response. The bulge was long and thick.
Tell me that’s where he keeps his Maglite and that fucking thing isn’t his cock!
Placing her hands either side of my face, Chloe brought her lips against my chin and slowly brushed them against the skin before moving back slightly and licking my lips. First the bottom lip. Then the top. Finishing with her tongue making a full circle over both lips, then darting between them, forcing them apart and plundering my mouth like she was marking her territory for the horny black cop to see.
“That’s more like it,” he responded as he removed his pants, leaving only his underwear to restrain the growing, pulsating erection that was clearly ready to come out and play.
“Keep going. I’m enjoy watching you two dirty lovebirds.”
“Yes, officer,” we cooed together.
His nightstick banged against the cold steel bars of the cell.
“Oops. Sorry…officer Daddy.”
By the time we had removed each other’s G-Strings, we were both totally naked and very, very wet. If the kissing and touching wasn’t enough of a turn on, we were being watched by a ripped, good looking guy in uniform. Well almost in uniform, he’d discarded a lot of it while we’d been fooling around and getting undressed. He was growing harder and harder with lust and a wet patch was beginning to spread over the front of his shorts. As much as we were enjoying experimenting with each other and being watched, we also enjoyed seeing how aroused we were making our new friend with our girl-on-girl play.
I think Chloe was enjoying my willingness to experiment with her. In a way, I was fulfilling one of her fantasies and quite honestly, I was loving it. So much so that I wanted to shift things up a gear. Or two.
Turning to give Officer Hard-On an unobstructed view, I nibbled on Chloe’s bottom lip as I teased one of her pebble like nipples between the fingers and thumb of one hand while my other hand slowly made its way up the inside of her silky smooth thigh before stopping just inches from the top.
“Keep going,” I heard him command, as I hoped he would. I wanted to be sure he was watching.
Ever so lightly, I stroked the freshly shaved skin either side of her slick, wet opening. Teasing her and teasing the horny cop at the same time. I have to admit, I was enjoying every moment of it, too. This was my first time touching another girls pussy, but I was too excited to be nervous. Finally, when I felt the timing was right, I plunged my middle finger between her moist, waiting lips where it immediately became drenched with the juices of her arousal.
“You’re actually enjoying this, aren’t you?” Chloe whispered in my ear as she poked her tongue into it, playfully. “You’re a dirty little bisexual slut, aren’t you?”
Her dirty talk aroused me further. I was enjoying it and I loved having an audience, too. I never would have guessed that I’d like something like that.
“Fuck yeah. Is it that obvious? I want to play with your clit. Okay?”
Not needing further instruction, other than the discreet nod of her head, I wet my finger deep inside her sopping passage to lubricate it, then I used the tip of it to gently circle the outside of her swollen, pink clitoral hood.
“Oh, fuck,” she moaned loudly as her entire body shuddered with pleasure. “More. Don’t stop.”
“Make her come,” Washington ordered from the sideline, totally engrossed in watching us play with each other. “Let me see her come.”
I thrust my finger deep inside her again, only this time, I crooked it slightly, searching for her G-Spot. I knew I’d hit the mother lode when she convulsed and I felt her legs begin to buckle. Quickly, I pulled my finger out and started flicking her now fully exposed clit rapidly from side to side.
“Faster,” Was all Chloe could say in between gasps and moans of pleasure. “Fuck, don’t stop. Finger fuck me again. Make me come! For fucks sake, make me come!”
“Make her come.” I heard an echo from the cell on the other side of the hallway. “Make her c…c…come real good.”
Chloe thrust her hips up and down to increase the pressure of her clit against my hand. I slipped my finger back inside her slick channel, searching for that elusive pleasure spot while she ground herself against the heel of my palm. Her breathing was ragged and she looked like she was about to explode.
“Put another finger inside,” she begged. “Keep doing whatever the fuck you’re doing and don’t fucking stop. It’s perfect. Amazing. I want this so bad. Please. I want you to make me come,” she went on, breathlessly.
“OK, you got it, babe,” I assured her as I inserted another finger and used it to rub against the inside wall of her pussy.
“How’s that?”
“Oh, yeah! That’s it. Keep going. I’m so close.”
I looked over to see what the cop was doing. He’d been quiet for a while and I was curious to see what he was up to. While I’d been busy finger fucking my best friend, he’d stripped himself completely naked. He clearly enjoyed being a voyeur, his massive black rod was pointing toward the ceiling and went way, way past his belly button. I shuddered to think how long it actually was. The fat, vein encircled cock looked almost like a piece of artwork, with its massive crown on the end of it and his chiseled abs forming a stunning backdrop for it.
Standing there with his abs and his cock on show, his broad shoulders formed the perfect V on top of his lean, tight waist. Even Chloe looked at him with desire in her eyes as she neared her climax. He was one hell of a muscled and ripped unit, that’s for sure.
“Oh, God. Here it comes. Here it comes. Oh, God, yes!” Chloe wailed as I worked her with my fingers until her clenching passage clamped them still and I couldn’t move them, even if she wanted me to.
“That’s right, come, come for Daddy,” Washington moaned in the background.
Arching her back as her orgasm pulsed through her entire body. Chloe writhed like a wild animal.
We were all speechless. All I could do for Chloe was hold her steady on her shaking legs as the final waves of her climax subsided, leaving her breathless and shaking.
“Oh my fucking God,” I heard her whisper in my ear.
Across the hall, all I could hear was erratic breathing and some undiscernible moaning.
Chapter 9
A firm hand gripped my wrist. Looking down, I saw the dark skinned hand of our ménage buddy against my own ivory skin. The contrast excited me and I felt the wet tip of his cock brush against my butt as he pulled my dripping wet fingers from Chloe’s vagina.
“I want to taste her juices,” he demanded.
He guided my glistening hand up to his face and looked us both in the eyes before deeply inhaling Chloe’s post-come aroma. He took another breath and smiled in satisfaction.
Finally, he opened his mouth and began to suck the juices from my fingers, slurping and swallowing hungrily. Just when I thought he’d finished, he released my hand from his mouth and started licking each finger in turn with his long tongue, licking them clean of every drop of Chloe’s pussy juice.
“I don’t want to waste a drop of that,” he said as he guided my hand to his enormous weapon of a cock. “Now it’s my turn.”
He had a glint in his eyes. “Kiss for Daddy.”
With that, his mouth covered mine and I felt his tongue force its way into my mouth. My God, I thought I was going to choke on it, the way he rammed it down my throat. Who knew guys could even have tongues that long!
The scent of Chloe’s pussy was still strong on his lips and I could taste her on his tongue as he explored every part of my mouth, like he wanted to share his cum trophy with me or so
mething.
“Fist fuck me,” he ordered, glancing at Chloe as he continued to kiss me with his serpent like tongue and explore the depths of my mouth possessively.
Chloe obligingly wrapped, or at least tried to wrap, her tiny pale hand around his magnificent example of a cock. Seeing her hand dwarfed by the massive boner looked great and I wished I could cop a feel of his hardened prick.
Her delicate hand began to stroke the sensational, veiny piece of manhood from the swollen, bulbous crown that oozed a glistening drop of pre-cum to the swollen ball sack that looked like it was about to spill its load.
“Clean it up. Lick it clean then suck it,” he snarled viciously.
Squatting down, Chloe extended her tongue and used the tip to touch the moistened eye of his huge head as she continued to fist fuck him. When she withdrew her tongue, the thick, ropey string of pre-cum stretched between his cock and her tongue, before finally snapping and leaving a trail of his salty residue across her chin.
As she reached to wipe it with her hands, his hand grabbed the back of her head pulled hard on her hair, making her wince with pain as her head was whipped back.
“I didn’t tell you to clean yourself. Leave it. There’s a lot more where that came from, so don’t waste your time.” His lips curled in a suggestive, knowing smirk. “What do you say?”
“Yes, officer…Daddy.”
As he looked down at Chloe and her cum smeared face in front of the shiny, stretched head of his cock, his balls tightened further, like they were ready to burst. His hand groped at my tits again and kneaded them with his fingers, while my nipples grazed against his calloused palms. The sensation was almost unbearable, yet it caused a liquid heat to throb between my legs at the same time.
Once again, using the hand on the back of her head, he pulled Chloe’s face toward his ever growing cock. He didn’t stop when it reached her lips, but kept pushing until she was forced to part her lips and accept the enormous black knob into her small mouth.