As soon as I turned the corner, I almost ran right into him.  Startled I let out, “Excuse m----.”  I couldn’t even finish my sentence as I looked up at a COP!

“You’re under arrest!” he howled.

I just looked at him in disbelief.  I didn’t know what to do.  I stood there with my mouth hanging open and tongue-tied not being able to speak.  Finally after what seemed to be several minutes, but probably only seconds, I let out, “What?  For what?”

“Public Drunkenness.  I can tell you have been drinking.”  He said firmly.

“I…I… have had only a couple drinks at the bar.  Not near enough to be drunk.  And I’m not going to drive.”  I lied about the driving part.

“I can smell alcohol on your breath and that gives enough reason for public drunkenness.  Now get in the car and we’ll have to go draw blood at the hospital to be sure.  If you cooperate, I’ll leave off the cuffs.”  The cop walked to the police car and opened the back door of his cruiser.  Not knowing what else to do, I slowly climbed into the backseat of the car and slid across the shiny leather seat to the center.  The cop then climbed into the driver’s side, started the car, and pulled into traffic.

“You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will…….”  He continued on reading my rights, but my mind began to wonder, and I began to ignore what he was saying.

I was terrified.  I’d never been inside of a police car before.  I had fantasized about it, but never actually been in one. 

I glared back at the policeman in the driver’s seat.  He had removed his hat and I could now tell more about him.  He had buzzed black hair, tanned skin, and a black lamb-chop moustache.  His tattoo and bulging right arm was in plain sight.  I couldn’t help but look.

His biceps were covered with a thin sheet of black hair that got much thicker at his forearms.  I could now see his tattoo well and it was an eagle with an American Flag in the background.  Many large tattoos can make an arm look small, but his bicep was muscular enough to carry that size of a tattoo well.

Staring at the hot cop, my dick started to stir and I could fill it fighting against my tight jeans.  I had always had fantasies about policemen, but I couldn’t believe I was thinking about this right now.

The car door opened and it startled me.  I was so deep in thought I didn’t notice we had stopped.  I looked up to notice we weren’t at a hospital.  Actually I didn’t know where we were.  We were parked in a parking lot that was completely dark and deserted.  I had never been here before. 

“What in the Hell,” came out of my mouth as I looked around the darkness.

“Do you want to go to jail?” the cop snapped.

“No,” I quickly replied.

“What would you do to keep from going to jail?” he said with a strange look in his eyes.

Oh shit, I thought to myself.  What the hell is he going to do?  What does he want?  At this point, it didn’t really matter.  I COULD NOT go to jail.  

“Just about anything,” I finally replied.

“Good," he replied.  "Get out of the car, walk to the front bumper, and wait there.  If you try to run, I will shoot you,” he said with a rough, deep voice.  Deep down I could tell he meant it too.

He shut the door and returned to the drivers side of the cruiser.  Leaning inside of the car, he turned the headlights off, but left the parking lights on.  Then, he walked around to the front of the car and stopped in front of me.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“First I’m gonna fuck your mouth with my big piece of meat, until I can’t hold my built up load any more.  I’m gonna shoot my load down your throat, and you’re gonna take every drop this Cop can give you.  Milk it for all it’s worth and I don’t want to see a drop on the ground!”

As he was talking, he started to untuck his shirt and began slowly unbuttoning it all the way down.  He didn’t take his shirt off, but left it open enough to see his thick, hair covered, muscular chest and stomach.

I just looked at him in surprise.

“On your knees,” he demanded.

I obeyed and knelt before him.  I could tell he was getting off on this, because the wad in his pants was getting larger.  I couldn't take my eyes off that huge cock pressing against the polyester of the uniform pants.  I heard a deep clanking noise, and then I heard the THUD of his gun holster hitting the ground around me.

He started unbuckling his thick black belt and unzipped his fly.  When he dropped his pants, they fell to rest on the top off his tall black boots with a loud CLANK......

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