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  A ‘Small’ Adventure with Shemale Officer Downe Onyaknees

  By N. Wilson

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  A ‘Small’ Adventure with Shemale Officer Downe Onyaknees

  It was Friday night and yet again Rick was alone. Last week had actually been a break from the usual solitude and he’d had company, meaning that his lonely Friday night was much more unpleasant than usual. He had been dating a girl for a couple of weeks, perhaps the longest relationship he’d ever had, but that had ended abruptly on the Tuesday night.

  After multiple dates going sour after he dropped his trousers, Rick finally managed to keep himself under control and hold off on sex for a while. He thought that waiting to have sex with his newfound partner would make her less likely to react badly to his undersized package when he presented it. They spent plenty of time together before getting down to business – going on dates, having fun together and simply making out. He even got a good feel of her a few times, fondling her breasts and ass and even getting to finger-fuck her a couple of times. She had been thrilled to begin with when he seemed more interested in pleasuring her than having her touch him but it didn’t last. Her pleasure at being the sole focus of their intimate encounters soon turned to discontent and suspicion. It was weird, she told him, and she was starting to think that there was something going on. She had asked if he was secretly gay, perhaps – or if he was seeing someone else on the side and that was where he was getting all of his own sexual gratification.

  Rick didn’t want to mess up his first real, successful relationship. He was also more than happy to give her the opportunity to have some fun with his cock. It had probably been long enough that she wouldn’t freak out over his pitiful length and girth, he thought. Apparently he thought wrong. She was stunned to begin with when he finally whipped it out for her. She was also genuinely confused when he dropped his trousers and presented his cock to her for the first time. Then, soon enough, she got angry with him. The fact it was so tiny was annoying enough but that wasn’t exactly what had pissed her off. She was upset because, despite Rick’s protests, she didn’t believe him that it was actually hard. Rick was fully erect, excited simply to be exposing himself to his girlfriend, but his pathetic little pinprick was so miniscule that she wouldn’t accept it. She believed that his cock was tiny, because it was outright impossible to think otherwise when the evidence was staring her in the face, though she remained firm in her belief that he wasn’t hard.

  In the end, Rick wasn’t sure what she thought was the cause of his allegedly flaccid cock. She tugged on it a few times and even feeling it solid against the palm of her hand she refused to believe it was hard. She said it was utterly impossible to be that tiny even when it was erect. She was even more convinced that her original accusations were correct. In a single sentence she both accused him of sleeping with some other woman on the side and being secretly gay. He wasn’t really sure how he was supposed to be both of these things at once but pointing that out only upset her more. She stormed out after that and Rick hadn’t seen or heard from her since. It seemed like he wasn’t going to hear from her again at all.

  So here he was, sat alone on a Friday night with little more to do than hope the phone might ring. He could have gone out and tried to pull again – he’d been successful at least once before, obviously – but he was hesitant to do so until he had some closure on his last relationship. Their last chat hadn’t gone well in the slightest but a part of Rick was still holding out hope that she might actually call him up and that they could try to make things work. Two weeks wasn’t a long time for most people but it was the longest of Rick’s relationships in the past few years. He was eager to try and pick up the pieces if it was at all possible.

  Rick sighed to himself, glancing again at his telephone before pushing off his chair and getting to his feet. Well, there was no need to sit around just feeling sorry for himself. Even if he wasn’t going out he could still try and enjoy himself while he was home alone. There was always something good on the television if you looked hard enough, especially on a Friday. Rick would just throw himself a pizza in the oven and sit back to relax with the latest movie showing on television. It would have been nice to have his girlfriend back keeping him company, ideally in more ways than one, but this was enough for now. He strode across the open-plan living area to his kitchen and opened the freezer, peering inside.

  It was empty. Wonderful. He’d finally found a way to make his Friday night alone a little more bearable and he was already struggling. Rick looked around his apartment for another idea and happened to spot a menu sitting on the side. Takeaway pizza. Even better. It would take a little longer this way but he didn’t even have to cook and, truth be told, pizza delivery was always way better than anything you cooked at home. He quickly retreated to his room to grab his wallet, checking the cash he had on him, and then grabbed the phone back beside his chair. He managed to dial only half of the number before the door knocked. It was entirely unexpected, especially considering he hadn’t buzzed anyone in. Rick wondered who it was for a moment. It then occurred to him that someone could get in if they knew the code to open the building’s front door. Rick knew only one person with the code for the door that could possibly want to see him. He excitedly tossed the phone and his wallet down onto the chair and rushed over to the door, urgently opening it and expecting to find that his girlfriend had finally decided to come back to him after their unfortunate clash over his tiny cock.

  It wasn’t her. Rick’s heart sank a little when he realised it wasn’t his girlfriend, or at this point, more likely ex-girlfriend. It sank even more when he saw who was stood there and a little fear shot through him. Rick couldn’t think of anything he’d particularly done wrong but it was difficult not to fear the worst when a police officer showed up at your door at night.

  “Can I…help you?” Rick asked uncertainly as he looked her over. She seemed distinctly under-dressed for a police officer. The blue shirt and badge were there, though the shirt seemed rather tight and only a few buttons halfway down the shirt were done up. Her flat, toned stomach was on show, and even more noticeable was her incredible cleavage that threatened to spill out of her shirt at the slightest encouragement. She didn’t seem to be wearing a bra either, so her flimsy shirt was the only thing keeping her huge tits in check. Her narrow skirt was the same dark blue as her shirt and incredibly short, only reaching halfway down her thighs. In fact he was fairly certain he caught a glimpse of black lace panties when he glanced down and he wasn’t even trying to look. Rick tried not to focus on how under-dressed she was and quickly made sure to look her in the face instead. He didn’t want to end up in trouble for checking out the attractive cop that had shown up at his door unexpectedly.

  Her eyes were hidden behind a dark pair of aviator sunglasses and her thick dark hair fell past her shoulders. She looked every part the stereotypical sexy cop – the sort you might see in a movie or the kind of woman that modelled for the ridiculous cop costumes you could buy in an adult store. In fact, it looked like it she was wearing one of those ridiculous cop costumes to be used in the bedroom, though Rick didn’t dare assume that was the case. If he said as much and it turned out that she was a real cop then he was going to really end up in trouble.

  “You’re Rick, aren’t you? Can I come in?” She shifted her weight to one foot, her hands resting on her wide hips. She knew his name and she’d managed to get into the apartment complex without him buzzing her in. Clearly she had come here for him and Rick’s mind was racing as he
tried to think what she could possibly want with him. He didn’t remember having a particular conflict with anyone recently, except for his girlfriend of course. Was that what this was about? Had she called the police out? He hadn’t done anything she didn’t want – he’d been entirely respectful and they’d got on fairly well aside from their argument the last time they’d spoken. Even so, part of him feared that she’d lied and said she was forced into doing things with him. She didn’t seem like the kind of woman to do that sort of thing but he still couldn’t help worry about it. Why else would a cop show up to his home unannounced?

  “Of course!” Rick realised at last that he hadn’t responded to her and stepped back, holding the door open. She nodded a thanks and her hips shifted from side to side as she strode in, taking a quick look around his apartment – an open-plan living room and kitchen with two doors: one for the bathroom and one for his bedroom. He gently closed the door and stood awkwardly as he waited to hear what she was visiting for.

  “Alright, against the wall, legs and arms spread.” She turned around to face him as she gave her order. It took Rick a moment to realise what she was asking of him and he hesitated another moment after that to decide if he should do it. She seemed to sense his uncertainty and spoke up again to satiate his curiosity without him needing to inquire further. “I need to search you. We got a tip-off.”

  “Oh, uh, sure. Well I have nothing to hide.” Rick looked around and found a space by one of the walls that wasn’t blocked by furniture or cabinets. He did as she’d asked of him and pressed his palms against the wall and spread his legs, leaning forward slightly before glancing back at her over his shoulder. “A tip-off about what?” he asked.

  “I’ve been told you’re concealing a small weapon. I came to look into this for myself.” She stepped closer and started patting down his sides, feeling him a little more thoroughly in some places – particularly around his hips and his ass. It seemed odd that they would be searching him for a concealed weapon, considering he was at home and could easily have just put the alleged weapon elsewhere in his apartment while he was home, but he didn’t argue the point. He didn’t want to encourage the officer to find him guilty of his supposed crime and, honestly, he was kind of enjoying the search. It was nice having her feeling him up like this even if the reason for it was unpleasant. There was nothing to fear anyway, he assured himself. He wasn’t hiding anything from her.

  She stepped closer to examine his front after finishing with his back and he could feel something hard pushing against his ass. It was strange and completely unexpected but he assumed it was a police baton. He hadn’t noticed that she had one but then again he’d been too busy staring at her huge tits and tiny skirt. She was checking him over thoroughly – touching and squeezing the slight muscles on his arms, running her hands over his chest, down across his stomach and Rick had to swallow a sudden moan as she plunged her hands still further south. She firmly grabbed at his crotch, testing to see if he was hiding anything and managed to get a handful of cock – or at least as much of a handful as his pitiful little prick could provide.

  “Oh my, this does seem odd.” The officer sounded amused as she squeezed his tiny cock harder. It was surprisingly rough treatment but it felt amazing. Having her huge breasts pressing into his back certainly helped too, though he was admittedly a little uncomfortable with the police baton digging into his ass.

  “I-is there a problem?” Rick gasped as he wriggled slightly in her grip.

  “I think I’ve found a concealed weapon,” she said seriously, “I’m afraid I’m going to have to strip-search you and take a closer look.” It took a moment for Rick to process what he was hearing. Strip-searching him? He was going to get stripped by her? Right now? It should have been worrying, he supposed, but it was difficult to think of anything other than his throbbing little cock hungering for her attention – be it physical handling or simply the pleasure of having her strip him naked and see his hard little cock.

  “Strip-search me?” Rick echoed. He could scarcely believe what he was hearing.

  “That’s right. Only the bottoms, I’ve already found where you’re keeping it. Turn around.” She gave the orders but used her hands to guide him anyway, turning him around to face her and squatting down in front of him. She reached out and expertly began to undo his trousers, yanking them down moments later. His underwear was clinging tightly to his puny package and it was clearly outlined with nothing else to show but that apparently wasn’t enough evidence for the officer – not that he minded. She proceeded to gently pull down his underwear as well, the waistband dragging along his small length before his tiny cock popped up again, fully erect and right in front of her face. She stared at it intently for a moment and it was difficult to work out what she was thinking with her eyes hidden behind her sunglasses. Rick’s hard little cock stayed stiff as she inspected it silently, thanks in no small part to the incredible view that he was getting straight down her shirt.

  “Is…that everything?” Rick asked nervously. He was biting his lip and trying not to let on how overexcited he was getting. He wasn’t doing a good job of disguising his lust. His breath was short and sharp and his tiny cock was twitching and throbbing in front of her with no clothes to hide how aroused he was.

  “I was about to ask you the same thing.” The officer, he realised, was trying not to laugh. She was smirking slightly and he could see the reflection of his hard little cock in her sunglasses. “I was told you were packing an obscenely tiny weapon so I had to see for myself. I thought perhaps she was just being too hard on you.” She looked up at him and Rick felt more excited than ever at the prospect of this incredibly attractive woman squatting down in front of his cock.

  “…she…who?” Rick somehow managed to keep his brain functioning enough to listen to what she was telling him. It should have been obvious who the ‘she’ was but Rick was having trouble thinking about anything at all other than the huge tits just below his dick.

  “Cathy – you know, your ex-girlfriend?” The cop grinned up at him before her attention again dropped to his little dick, still endlessly amused at how pathetically puny it was. He recognised the name. He hadn’t been made aware she was now his ex-girlfriend instead of his girlfriend, but he supposed he should have been able to work that out after she suddenly stopped contacting him.

  “She…reported me for…this?” Rick was mostly starting to understand the situation but it still seemed bizarre that an officer had apparently been sent out to investigate if he really did have such a tiny dick.

  “You really think I’m an officer, dressed like this?” She was laughing and Rick could see her huge tits shaking in her shirt, threatening to pop out and reveal themselves to him. To his delight she even stayed squatting in front of him, letting him enjoy the view for a while longer.

  “Well, I was just, I mean, you said you were…” Rick was struggling to respond at all. He was too stunned by the turn of events and far too distracted by her chest.

  “Cathy’s a friend of mine. She’s been telling us all about your tiny dick and I decided to come and find the truth of the matter. Seems like she was actually being sort of generous though.” The fake officer giggled softly and finally removed her sunglasses, letting Rick see her stunning green eyes.

  “She’s been telling people how big I am?” Rick could feel his cheeks burning with shame. Cathy had a lot of friends – and hot ones at that, judging by the woman now in front of him. Any chance he had with any of them was long gone if they already knew about his tiny dick.

  “Oh, don’t feel too bad, you can do other stuff.” She finally got to her feet as she reassured him. “You just need to learn to accept you have a tiny cock.” She was still giggling a little whenever she looked down and saw it but at least she seemed to be trying not to make fun of it too much.

  “Other stuff?” Rick repeated hopefully. Maybe, if he was really lucky, then he hadn’t lost any chance with any of Cathy’s friends after all. It actually
sounded like this woman in particular was considering spending a little time with him.

  “I’m a stripper, this is one of my outfits,” she explained, “and you can imagine the kind of lonely pindicked losers that have to hire a stripper to keep them company. I mean, I’ve never seen anyone with such a tiny cock as yours, but the idea’s the same.” She reached to her chest and popped open another couple of buttons on her shirt, leaving only one of them done up. Her tits looked even bigger than before and Rick was expecting that final button to pop off her shirt at any moment and finally give him a good, unobstructed view of her incredible tits.

  “So, if I pay you, then we can…?” Rick asked hesitantly as he looked her over. His gaze drifted down to her waist and he noticed, oddly, that she didn’t seem to have a police baton after all – though there was definitely something thick and hard pushing out from inside her tight little skirt.

  “No need to pay me,” she grinned, pushing her chest against Rick and making him shiver with pleasure at the touch alone, “I feel bad for you and that little micro-cock of yours so I’ll play with you for free. Anyway, aside from packing virtually nothing in the trouser department you’re not half bad. You’ve got a decent ass.” She smirked slightly as she reached down, gently gripping his hard little cock between her thumb and forefinger. Rick’s entire body stiffened and he bit his lip, trying to control himself. He’d been so excited since the moment his little cock popped out in front of her. Even just a little stimulation was threatening to push him over the edge but he didn’t want his opportunity with this beautiful cop – sorry, stripper – to end as soon as it began.

  “W-what sort of play were you thinking of?” Rick stammered as he tried desperately not to cum within moments of her touching him.

  “Well if you knew my name then you wouldn’t need to ask.” She leaned closer to him again and he could feel the strange hardness under her skirt pressing against his own hard cock. Whatever it was it actually felt rather good rubbing against his dick. Her lips were by his ear now and her breath was warm against his skin as she whispered to him.