Once when I was driving home from a bar, I was pulled over by a cop. It was very late at night, and he pulled me over into an empty parking lot. I had not been drinking that much, and I didn't really think that I was at risk for a DUI. In fact, it didn't occur to me. I thought he was pulling me over for speeding. When he got out of his cruiser, I noted that he had a nice body. I admired guys who were fit, and this guy was big but muscular. This made him seem intimidating rather than sexy to me. At this time, I really was primarily into women, and I didn't think much about guys beyond admiring their bodies.
He stood outside my car and began his normal routine. His crotch was level with my face, and so I couldn't help but notice that his tight uniform forced his stuff into a prominent bulge. Somehow his big package seemed to fit with his big, muscular body. I got nervous when it became clear that he was going to test me for alcohol. I had never had this happen before, and so I wasn't sure whether I would pass the breathalyzer test or not. He had me out of the car walking a line and doing some other things. Eventually he started in his obviously memorized speech about my rights to refuse the Breathalyzer test. Without going into all of the details, I had no choice but to take the test, and when I did, it turned out that I was over the limit.
This was very bad news, since it was mandatory for me to be taken to jail. My test was very close, so I reacted by trying to appeal to his charity to let me go. At the end of a rather pathetic plea, I said something along the lines of "Just tell me what I need to do to get out of this, and I'll do it."
He looked at me fiercely and said, "You better watch that shit. I'm not the type to take bribes, but I know some cops who'd take that as an invitation for a blow-job."
I was sort of shocked, but also turned on, and before I knew it, I had said, "Well, at this point, I'd probably tell them to drop their drawers." I stopped myself and sort of looked at him sheepishly before I tried to smooth over what I had just said. "Look, I'm really desperate. Isn't there some way you can cut me some slack here. I've never failed one of these tests before."
He totally ignored me and said, "would you like to follow me down to the station with you car, or do I need to take you down in mine?"
I was very upset at this point, but I was happy that at least he was going to trust me to drive myself. I wondered for a fleeting moment whether somehow I could make an escape, but that was a really stupid idea. I told him that I would follow him. He opened my car door for me, and I got into my car. Rather than closing the door, he stepped forward facing my open door. I thought he was going to say something, but nothing happened. There was a very uncomfortable bit of silence, and then he did something amazing. He reached down with one hand and casually scratched/adjusted his crotch. I realized that he was signaling me that we has going to let me give him a blow-job in exchange for this arrest.
I wasn't certain, so I tentatively reached out with my hand, and his crotch met my hand so that it rubbed against his crotch. I could see something growing inside, so now I was sure, and I was getting excited. I reached up and unzipped his pants. It was so tight it was difficult getting his dick out of his fly. By this time, he was getting hard. He was not as big as I had imagined when I first saw his bulging crotch in his uniform, but his dick was nothing to be ashamed of. I put it inside my mouth and I began licking and sucking on him. As I continued, I reached up to unbuckle his belt. I wanted those pants down so that I could see his balls and his muscled legs and stomach. I wasn't disappointed; his body was beautiful. He let me rub my hands all over him as I sucked on him. I was having a great time, but it was all over very quickly. Soon I felt the cum coursing through the underside of his cock, and he was exploding in my mouth. He shot several loads into my mouth. After he was spent, I cleaned him up with my tongue.
As he was pulling his uniform back on he said, "This is the first installment of your debt."
I feebly said, "Okay." He had all of my license information, so he knew how to get hold of me, but somehow I also knew that this was just bluster to keep me intimidated. He did not intend to bother me. Even still I find myself every so often answering the phone and sort of hoping that I hear his voice on the other end.