The bright light blinded my eyes when it flashed. *Well….. I guess that’s* [my mugshot.](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewild/comments/g9m0qf/it_kind_of_looks_like_a_filthy_mugshot_when_i/) I reached for my zipper to start buttoning up my pants while the clerk reviewed the image he had just taken. Before I could pull my shirt down a thought slowly crept through my inebriated mind.
“Hey Paul? Drinking always makes me a little bit horny, if some titties could get this reduced….. what would we have to do to get this dropped?”
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The house party was going well, until some of my boyfriend’s asshole coworkers showed up. This was supposed to be a fairly small party, just a couple of friends. I guess word got out on his jobsite that he was having people over, and before you know it, the whole crew is in my house. Great. I don’t mind a couple extra people but they never bring anything, and they drink a LOT. So here I am walking to my car, slightly buzzed and frustrated that I drew the short straw for a beer run.
I was only a mile or two down the road before cop lights snapped me back to reality. “Oh FUCK!” I said to myself as I pulled to the shoulder. *Soberface. Put on your soberface and you’ll be fine. He has no clue you’ve had anything to drink.*
“License and registration please Ma’am.” And as fumbled through the glove box he continued with questions. “Where you headed tonight?” I made some bullshit excuse about going to the store for flour, not realizing that most women my age don’t make scones on a friday night at 11:30pm.
Of course he didn’t buy it. Before I knew it I was breathing into a tube and in the back of a cop cruiser. Once booked the officer said they called my boyfriend, but no one answered. *Fuck him!* I thought as a wallowed in the drunk tank. Not long after being in there someone came to get me to escort me in for booking information. They took basic information and fingerprints. The jail clerk, Paul as he introduced himself, made more conversation with me than he had the previous person, and carried an air of awkwardness when he got close to me. I understand the effect I have on men. I find that I’m just curvy enough to give a sexy flair to the “girl next door” stereotype. So I started a conversation with him. I feigned embarrassment at the predicament I found myself in, and gave a couple flirty side glances.
“Paul, you seem nice, isn’t there anything you can do to help someone out?” I asked. And it worked. Paul gave a cautious glance down the office hall came to sit down next to me.
“You know, I’m a really shitty clerk, but I’m a great photographer. Sometimes I capture really great photos, and sometimes….. people’s charges don’t get written down correctly.” He led with a shy smile. Come step over here and we’ll get this taken care of. I stood in front of the camera and he gave me instructions for a typical mugshot. After the first two snaps he swapped cameras and gave a quick blush and said “Show me what you can do to make this photo a little more….. fun.”
I took stock of what I had to work with. I just had on a pair of jeans and a black T-shirt, nothing too sexy as I was just going to the store and back. I did have on a sexy little cheeky thong I wore today, hoping that when everyone went home I might be able to tease my boyfriend with it. I slowly reached down to unbutton my jeans and looked right at his camera as I went. I unzipped slowly as the camera shutter fluttered with pictures. I pulled one side of my jeans down showing my hip and lacy strap. I could see the effect I had on Paul, and he started slowly talking to me while I was posing, offering directions. His breathing picked up, and I think I can even now see a little bulge in his officer uniform pants. Maybe I was staring at his dick anyways.
I slowly tugged at the bottom of my shirt and began to tease it up my stomach. His snapping increased and I knew that he was more and more interested. Right as I pulled my shirt to the bottom of my breasts I decided that I needed to take a risk. I know how great my tits look. They are perfectly shaped with perky nipples that sit on top. If there was a moneyshot, this would be it. “Hey Paul? I’m really liking your eyes on me, and you really are a good photographer, but …. I just need to make sure that these charges don’t get written down correctly.”
“Alright fine,” he said, catching my drift “I’ll lower the charges to speeding if you show my your tits. I’ve seen your nipples sticking through your shirt for the last 20 minutes. I have to see them.”
I pulled up my shirt to bare my chest to him. As the camera fluttered I could feel my pulse race and heart quicken. Was I some kind of exhibitionist? I couldn’t figure out why I was so turned on right now.
“Hey Paul? I asked. “if some titties could get this reduced….. what would we have to do to get this dropped?” His head quickly popped up from behind his camera. I pushed my tits together looking him dead in the eye.
He quickly stepped over to the door and closed it, twisting the lock. He stepped over to me cautiously, but emboldened by my offer. I reached out to grab his hand and slowly ran them along the side of my breasts, letting him touch and knead them slightly. I grabbed the other nipple in my hand and reached down to his cock. I unzipped his pants and let his dick come spilling out of his fly. I slowly worked his dick as he gently stroked my tits.
“Fine.” He said with a finality. “The charges will be dropped.” He said. He escorted me over to the table where we did fingerprints and he pushed me against the table. Turning me around he ripped my panties and pants to my ankles and pushed his hand into my back forcing me to bend over the table. His swollen dick entered me quite easily as I found that I was wet already.
Getting fucked by the county clerk never was on my list of fantasies, but the relief of the charges being dropped along with the sexy build up created such a need in me that I craved his cock even as he was giving it to me as hard as he could. I let his hand linger on my back, giving him my submission, giving him my soaking, throbbing pussy. I moaned like a whore until he reached one hand around to gag me. My legs began to quiver as his thick head stroked into my G spot. My orgasm shook my body, and I would have collapsed were it not for the table. His moans increased and I could feel his hot thick cum inside of me. I could feel his warmth spreading through the caverns he so recently explored. I could feel his sperm dripping down my leg.
We both breathlessly collapsed for a minute, recovering. He became very abrupt about business again, his needs fulfilled. He offered me only a kleenex to wipe up with before telling me to go. I walked over to the table, and grabbed a pen, writing down my number. “I might be having another house party soon, and I may need a new boyfriend after all this is over.” I quipped, giving him a coy look. He escorted me back to my cell where I sat for 2 more hours, our juices still mingled in my rose colored underwear. Upon my release I noticed that he was there talking with a couple of the other guards. His eyes followed me, knowing what was just beneath these clothes. No one has ever felt sexier walking out of jail than I did in that moment.
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Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/g9ue5b/i_fucked_my_way_out_of_a_ticket_with_a_mugshot_mf