| I was a patrol officer working the night shift in a medium sized town in South Carolina in the late 1990’s. Giving out traffic tickets and breaking up domestic fights gets fucking boring pretty quickly. Being a cop isn’t all it is cracked up to be. There were a couple of bars in town that had parking lots which were easily observed from an unseen remote spot. I would regularly stake out the parking lots starting around midnight and observe patrons leaving with binoculars. When I saw a reasonably attractive woman leaving by herself I would tail her at a distance and then pull her over in a remote spot telling her she was weaving whether she was or not. At first I just got off on being in control of these women, making them squirm and making them take a field sobriety test. At the time we didn’t have dashboard cameras and unless the female was totally wasted I never made a report or arrest. I would make them cry and beg for a break. You would be surprised how many of these woman would offer to do “anything” to keep from being arrested for driving under the influence. I didn’t bite on these offers at first. I would chew them out and make them beg for a break and then follow them home and tell them how lucky they were. One night the drunk young lady I pulled over was more explicit with her offer. She came right out and said I looked like I needed a blowjob. I replied that I thought she was right. I already had her in handcuffs in the back of my squad car. I got in the back of the car and pulled my cock out and face fucked her right there, she gagged and choked when I came in her mouth. I was a pretty rough with her. Afterward I took the cuffs off and told her how lucky she was that she wasn’t going to jail. I was worried for awhile that the woman sober up the next morning and file a complaint, but days then weeks went by and everything was cool. It gave me the courage to explore some of the less forward requests for a break. Over the span of a couple of years I got several more blowjobs and a couple of good fucks. One afternoon when I reported for work, the chief and county prosecutor were waiting for me asked me to come into the office. I was told they had enough evidence to send me to prison but would not pursue any charges if I resigned immediately. I told my wife that I got fired for taking a bribe from a speeder. Looking back I was careless and stupid, but it was fun while it lasted. |
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