Quick approach out of jail

Title: A Quick Fuck Out of Jail – A British Blowjob Adventure

The cell door slams shut with a convincing clang, trapping me in a cramped, dingy room that reeks of stale sweat and piss. I’m no stranger to the within of a police station, however this time feels totally different. More critical. The costs are stacking up, and I might be some critical time behind bars if I do not discover a approach out of this mess.

I’m pacing the size of the cell, my thoughts racing with attainable escape routes, after I hear the clicking of heels within the hallway exterior. Whoever it’s, they’re strolling with objective. A well-recognized face quickly seems by way of the bars – it is PC Buttercup, a voluptuous blonde officer with a rack that will not stop and an perspective to match.

“Well, well, well,” she purrs, eyeing me up and down like a predator sizing up her prey. “Looks like someone’s in a bit of trouble, eh? Maybe you need a quick way out, hmm?”

I should not play her recreation, however I’m determined. I flash her my most charming smile and lean in shut, whispering. “Officer, I’ve always admired your…dedication to the force. I’m sure there must be something you can do to help a bloke out in a tight spot?”

Buttercup chuckles, her fingers trailing alongside the bars. “Oh, I think we can come to an arrangement, sunny. But it’s going to cost ya.”

She glances up and down the hallway, then beckons me nearer with a crooked finger. I obey, urgent my face proper up in opposition to the chilly steel. “What did you have in mind, love?”

“On your knees, sunshine,” she orders, reaching all the way down to flip up her skirt. Underneath, she’s carrying nothing however a tiny, lacy thong – and a smile that would soften metal. “If you want out of here, you’re going to need to put that tongue of yours to good use.”

I should not be stunned by her demand, however a part of me nonetheless is. This is a brand new low, even for me. But determined instances name for determined measures. I drop to my knees with out one other phrase and attain by way of the bars to shimmy the thong down her ample thighs.

Buttercup sighs as I bury my face between her legs, my tongue probing and teasing her slick folds. She tastes divine, like honey and spice, and it would not take lengthy for her arousal to construct. Her hips begin to buck in opposition to my face, and I can inform she’s getting shut.

“Fuck, that’s it,” she moans, her fingers tangling in my hair. “Get that tongue deeper, sunshine. Don’t stop until I cum down your throat.”

I work her laborious and quick, sucking on her clit and driving my tongue as deep inside her as I can attain. Sweat beads on my forehead, however I do not let up, decided to offer her the pleasure she calls for. Finally, after what looks like an eternity, she cries out in ecstasy, her thighs clenching round my head as she cums laborious.

I lap up each final drop, savoring her style and the sense of energy I really feel at bringing her to such heights. When she lastly pushes me away, panting and flushed, I do know I’ve executed my job nicely.

“Christ, you’ve got a talented mouth, sunshine,” she says, adjusting her garments. “Alright, I’ll see what I can do about getting you out of here. But you better not breathe a word of our little arrangement, got it?”

I nod, wiping Buttercup’s cum from my lips with the again of my hand. “Lips are sealed, love. Unless you want them wrapped around your clit again?”

She smirks at that, shaking her head. “You’re a dirty one, aren’t ya? I like that. Now behave yourself while I go do some paperwork. I’ll be back before you know it.”

True to her phrase, Buttercup returns a short time later with a sheaf of papers in hand. “Alright, sunny, I’ve got some good news,” she says, unlocking the cell door. “Seems there was a mix-up with your evidence. They’ve decided to let you off with a warning this time, no charges. But you remember this – next time, you won’t be so lucky.”

I flash her a grateful smile as I step out into the hallway, my cock nonetheless half-hard in my pants. “I appreciate this, officer. I won’t forget what you did for me today.”

Buttercup leans in shut, her breasts brushing in opposition to my chest. “Oh, I know you won’t. You might need a repeat performance sometime, and I’ll be happy to oblige. We’ve got a deal, after all.” She provides my arse a agency squeeze, then shoos me out the door with a wink.

As I step out into the intense daylight, I can not assist however chuckle at my luck. Most blokes would have killed for the prospect to style Buttercup’s candy nectar, and I bought away with it too. But I do know I’ll have to look at my step to any extent further – a blowjob in trade for freedom is perhaps my new customary for bargaining with the po-po.

Still, I can not complain. I’m a free man, and I’ve bought a spring in my step that wasn’t there earlier than. As I stroll down the road, already eager about my subsequent misadventure, I can not assist however really feel like I’m on high of the world – and in Buttercup’s eyes, I will likely be once more quickly. Maybe jail is not so unhealthy in any case.