"Oh hell" I muttered to myself as the police cruiser's flashing lights cut the dark night behind me, "you've done some stupid things, but now you're really in trouble'. I had gone out driving at night dressed as Leslie before, no big deal, just a short trip downtown to see the TV hookers who hang out in the area of 19th street south, shoot the shit with them, that kind of thing. But tonight I made the mistake of doing it after drinking almost a full bottle of wine, what can I say, I got hot and had to go. But now I was being stopped by what appeared to be two police officers in a black and white. I didn't think I was driving erratic, so maybe they had seen me talking with the hookers and decided to stop me. At any rate, I was sure that I had trouble here.

"Evening mam, errr" the office at my side window started, then stopped. "Uhhhhhh........do you know you're right rear tail light is broken?" I'm can pass the majority of the time, but something caught his trained police eye as not being quite right. He was on my side and his partner was peering through the passenger side window trying to get a good look at me from both angles, but still they weren't sure. What he was sure of was the smell of alcohol, and that caused him to ask me to get out of the car and look at the tail light. I was dressed in a short curled chestnut wig, black pearls on a loose fitting white silk blouse, black bra, black micro mini with a wide black patent leather belt, g string, black elastic top thigh high hose, and a pair of white open toe 4 inch spike heels. As I got out of the car I was aware of both officers checking out my long legs disappearing underneath the mini which stretched snugly over my ass. Under other circumstances, those looks would have made me hot, but as the situation was now, I knew better than to view them with anything other than suspicion, and I muted my normal ass jiggling walk as I rounded the back of the car.

"Errrrr, excuse me mam, errr have you been drinking?" the second officer asked. "A glass of wine, I suppose" the standard answer, right? "Well, uuhhhhhhh, how about a little checks just to make sure you're all right" he said, still eyeing me from heels to wig. When I couldn't walk the white line, and I missed my nose tip with my left hand, they put me in the back seat of the police cruiser, called for a tow for my car, and took me to the county jail for a blood, alcohol test.

"Isn't there some way we can work this out between the three of us?" I asked as we pulled into the jail parking lot. "Well, let me put it this way" the driver said "if you're offering money, that's a bribe, and that's 30 days in jail, if you're offering sex, that's a bribe too, plus having sex in public is a misdemeanor and another 7 days in jail. No, I'd suggest that you shut up and take the mandatory night in jail for DUI, the inmates are going to get a big kick out of seeing one of you, and who knows, you might make a few boyfriends the way you look". "If your asshole holds up" the other one chuckled, and they both broke out in fits of laughter as they took me from the car and into the night court entrance. The test went as expected, my blood alcohol level was about twice the legal limit, condemning me to a mandatory night in jail. The judge asked if I had any other clothes in my car, to which I answered no, so he instructed the bailiff to put me in a cell separate from the general night lockup to preclude any sex. I must admit the whole thing had me terrified. What a stupid thing to do, and what a mess I was in. I couldn't even make the one call I was entitled to because I couldn't have anyone come see me like this. No, I was resigned to a night locked up and a long walk to the police compound tomorrow morning to get my car, with all the attendant stares and comments.

The jailer smirked as he opened the large steel door separating the cell block from the jail offices, and as soon as the first of the prisoners saw me the hooting and whistling started. As I was paraded down the row of cells, my exhibitionist tendencies got the best of me, pushing my fear to the back, and I gave them a show with my most seductive strut and pout. They went wild reaching through the bars trying to touch me, but the jailer made sure I was out of their reach. "Here sweetheart" he said as he opened the door to a small cell sandwiched between to larger holding cells, "stay away from the bars on either side and you'll be safe". With that he shoved me in, slammed the door, turned on his heel and left. "Treat her good you losers, it may be the closest thing to pussy you see for a while" he laughed as he slammed the steel door shut without looking back.

My cell was about 6 feet square with a commode and bed on the back wall. The two side walls were bars, and looked cells on either side with 3 or 4 men in each. Several of them were at the bars, giving me a good looking over as I sat down on the bed and crossed my legs. As the jailer had said, if I stayed here on the bed, they couldn't reach me with anything other than their taunts and catcalls.

"Hey baby, you need a boyfriend" "Hey hot stuff, I got something for you" Hey honey, take it up the ass?" "Oh yeah she takes it up the ass, see her walk? That's what a good fuck does for her". Although I tried to block out the comments, they kept coming. I laid down and closed my eyes, trying to blot out the whole situation, and I think if I had kept my eyes closed I may have had a chance to lay there the entire night, ending my ordeal in the morning. In fact as I lay there the din did subside a bit. My mistake was opening my eyes to see what was happening. There, not a foot from the head of the bed, was what had to be a 12 inch, uncut black cock, pointing straight through the bars toward my head. I tried to shut my eyes and block it out, but when I did the image of it was still burned in my conscious mind, and my I had to open my eyes and see for myself that it was in fact real.

It was probably a combination of things, the wine, being dressed, being in such a compromising and dangerous situation that added up and pushed me over the edge. I reached out with my left hand and took the monster gently in it, marveling at the smoothness and size. "Ohhhhh baby" groaned the mountain of a man connected to the other end of the object of my attention. I slowly jacked the cock in long strokes, letting my hand slide along from the tip to his pubic hair, a good foot's distance. "Baby I want to fuck you" he moaned "I want to fuck the white bitch". "Yeah" shouted someone "fuck that white slut, fuck her good till she can't walk".

"You have any rubbers?" I asked my new friend. "Naw" he said "they don't give us nothing in here cause they ain't no guys fuckin guys here, we ain't queer".

"Well sugar" I cooed "you'll just have to fuck me in the mouth" and as I said that, I looked up into his eyes with my most seductive gaze. "No, I want it in your white ass, bitch" replied. "Well honey, it's not up to you, because unless I get off this bed and come over to those bars, you're not going to touch me, and if you try to force me to do something I don't want to do, with your dick between my teeth, well, you know how painful it would be if I accidentally bid it off..............." again smiling and flashing that gaze at him. "OK, you win, just get here and let's get in on, I'm about to explode" he said as I sat up, his dick still in my hand and moved off the bed. I took the pillow off the bed and put it on the floor in front of the bars, knelt on it, with my mouth inches from the tip of his cock. I held the base of it in my right hand as I lightly caressed the tip with the tip of my tongue. With my left hand I pushed back the forehead, exposing the blood red head complete with the first drop of precum poised at the end. I licked it away and melted at the wonderful manly tasted of his meat. With my tongue extended out over my lower lip, I moved my head forward toward the bars, slipping his dick head in my hot waiting mouth. "Awwwggggh" he groaned, the sound raising to a wail as his dick jerked in my mouth and shot a huge gob of cum with enough force to propel it past and down my as yet un relaxed throat. The next spasm came right after the first, and they kept coming, so fast that I didn't try to keep up, I let it build up in my mouth and flow out around my lips and down my chin, stretching to the pillow I had placed beneath my knees. I'm an experienced cock sucker and I pride myself on my ability to eat cum with the best of them, but I'd never had an experience like this before. Before he finally wound down, I had swallowed cum, had it all over my face, my hands, my blouse, my skirt, hose, and the pillow on the floor was drenched. Getting him off was easy, keeping up with him was impossible, and when he finally started to shrink in my hands, I was too tired to do anything but pull the pillow onto the bed with me and drift off. I slept in my cum soaked clothes, resting my cum spattered face on the wet pillow, oblivious to the pleading of the other cell mates to do them too.

It was in that shape that I awoke the next morning. I cleaned up as best I could, but my blouse and skirt showed the signs of the drenching I took the night before. As I was released, my new black friend, called to me, but I didn't acknowledge him any more than I acknowledged the din that rose from the cell block when the jailer led me out. I was given my keys, personal belongings, and shown out the back door into the blaring light of day. Lucky for me, it was early, and few people saw me as I made my way across the parking lot to the impound where my car awaited, and after enduring the stare and smirks of the attendant and paying the fine, I got in and drove, thankfully, home, never, ever to entertain the thought of driving after drinking. Jail was a unique experience, and while the fantasy of being with so many sex starved, willing, men crossed my mind time and time again, I've come to the conclusion that it should stay just that - fantasy.