False Arrest Pt. 1 – Chp. 1 Booking

I reckon I am @Rooster’s alter ego! I believe he has given me the cock he wishes he had and that the the adventures he writes for me are actually his fantasises.

I have had many great adventures thanks to @Rooster, so I thought I would tell you about the latest one from my perspective.

I was travelling home over the Pennines to Sheffield from DJing in Manchester late one Friday night. In fact, it was around 4.30 on the Saturday morning, and I was on the top of the hills. I desperately needed a pee but there were no facilities as I was in the middle of nowhere! So, reluctantly, I pulled into a layby, stood between my car and a hedge, pulled my cock out and was taking a leak!

Just as I started, a police car suddenly appeared from nowhere and pulled up behind my car.

“Ok, what have we here?” asked a woman police officer, getting out of the car. “Indecent exposure, carrying an offensive weapon?” she quipped, seeing the size of my cock.

“It just had to be a fucking woman,” I thought to myself. “But there is no one but you to see and if you had driven past, I would be away by now,’ I pointed out to her.

“That is not the point! You can’t do that, I am going to have to take,”

“A slow night, is it?”

“Come on, lock the vehicle and come with me,” she demanded and headed back to her car.

As I got closer to her as we walked to the car, I noticed that Ali was really quite fit. She looked young and fresh faced, with long blonde hair tied back and very pale skin. About 5 8 tall, she looked a bit on the skinny side, but the uniform made it quite difficult to be sure. She was really quite cute in fact.

We chatted in the car on the way to the station and I found out that she joined the police service as soon as she 17, the required age, and had been in for just over a year now.

‘The police station was on the outskirts of a small village and was actually a converted farmhouse.

As we entered there was a female Sergeant on the booking desk, but it seemed there was no one else at the outpost.

“What’s the matter?” asked the Sergeant, “Have you noticed the family resemblance? Well, I am Ali’s mother!”

Whilst Ali might have been a bit on the skinny side, you couldn’t say that about her mother! She looked like a full-blown woman.

“Put him in the holding cell for now, while I sort this out and then you can tell me about it. Then we can decide what we need to do with him.

So, Ali marched me off to the cells at the back of the station and locked me in. It was a small room with a single bed up against the wall to the right of the door, with a small table and two chairs to the left.

It had only been a minute or two when Ali returned with camera and a tape measure. In the meantime, she had taken her tunic off to show a white shirt underneath.

“What are you up to now?” I enquired.

“Sarge says I got to take photos and measure it! It’s possible you will be charged with exposing an offensive weapon!” Ali explained.

“You are kidding! Is this normal practice?”

“I am just following orders, Sir.” She deflected, and then “Yep, just as I thought!” As I unzipped my flies and pulled out my limp member.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“It’s BIG!”

“You are not wearing a bra under that shirt, are you?” I asked, as I thought I could see dark circles that might be her nipples through the shirt as she moved closer to take picture.

“No, and I am not wearing knickers either!” Ali blurted out, involuntarily.

“You are kidding! Mind you, I thought it looked like the Sarge was not wearing a bra either.”

“I know, I thought that too!” said Ali.

“I wonder if she is not wearing any knickers as well?” Tom mused. “Is that your normal uniform?’

“No, I always wear them but for some reason I decided to leave them off this morning.”

“Thank you @Rooster!” I thought to myself.

“You know what is also strange? I normally wear boxer shorts but decided not to this morning!”

All this talk of lack of underwear and the images of Ali and the Sergeant without knickers created in my mind, had my blood surging into my groin.

“Hey, stop that!’ instructed Ali, as she noticed my member staring to grow and rise.

“Sorry but I can’t stop it. Anyway, it’s your fault.” I protested. “With all this talk of no bra and no knickers!”

As my shaft continued to grow and rise, she pulled out her mobile phone and began videoing it as the big cockhead that was drooping and pointing to the floor was soon pointing at the ceiling.

“Oh My God, it is huge. It is even bigger than our Danny’s!”

“Is he your boyfriend?”

“No, he is my brother!”

“My god, how does she know how big her brother’s cock is when it hard?” I wondered.

And whilst I was wondering, Ali mused, “What am I going to do now?”

“Measure it like you have been ordered to!” I urged.

“It’s so thick too!” she observed as she moved closer, considering her next steps. “I’d better measure that as well!” she reflected as she reached out almost involuntarily with her right hand and wrapped her slender fingers around it. “Jeez, it’s so hard.” She remarked as she tugged on it. Slowly.

And then she suddenly came to her senses, unfortunately for me!

“Where’s the tape measure,” she asked herself, releasing her grip and turning around to see it on the table.

“Right, let’s see,” she mused, offering the tape up along the side of my throbbing shaft.