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Shruti’s night in jail
Actress Shruti Hasan erotic story
SATURDAY MORNING, 1 A.M.
A red sports car whizzed past Inspector Ganesh on the highway going 120 km per hour. He turned on his lights and siren and followed.
It was at least a full minute before the driver pulled over. Ganesh continued to follow as the driver pulled to the shoulder and stopped. He stopped behind the car and stepped out of his vehicle. He cautiously approached the driver’s door, shining his flashlight into the lowered window.
The driver shielded her eyes from the light.
“Is there a problem?” she asked.
Ganesh gave a beat before answering.
“You were going pretty fast back there,” he said.
“I’m sorry,” she replied. “I must have lost track of how fast I was going.”
“I need your license and registration, please,” said Ganesh.
She pulled the items from her purse which sat on the passenger seat. She handed them to him.
“Look, Inspector,” she said. “I’m very sorry for speeding. Would it be possible to just…get a warning this time?”
Ganesh looked at her license.
“I thought I recognized you,” he said. “Shruti Hassan, the actress.”
She smiled and nodded.
“That’s me,” she said.
“Miss Hassan, your speech is a bit slurred. Have you been drinking tonight?”
She hesitated before answering.
“I’ve—I’ve had a couple,” she said. “Not enough to impair me, though.”
“Uh-huh,” he said. “Ok, what I’m going to need you to do is to turn your engine off and step out of your vehicle, please.”
“Come on, Inspector—” she squinted to read his name tag, “Inspector, I told you I’m not drunk. I—”
“Miss Hassan, please turn off your ignition and step out of the car.”
Sighing, annoyed, Shruti did as she was asked to do. She was wearing a low-cut red dress which left ample cleavage.
“Wait here for one moment, please,” said Ganesh.
He walked back to his car and picked up his radio.
“This is Unit 35,” he said. “I am on the Hollywood Freeway going north just past the Santa Monica Boulevard exit. I am on a traffic stop, may have a DUI arrest. Please prepare a unit to cover my post and await confirmation.”
“Standing by to confirm,” the voice responded over the radio.
Ganesh took out the breathalyzer from his supply kit and returned to Shruti outside her car.
“Miss Hassan, I need you to breathe into this device, please.”
“Inspector, is this really necessary. I—”
“Miss Hassan, please do as I ask.*
Sighing again she breathed into the breathalyzer. It made several beeping noises and Ganesh took it back and read the display. It gave a .14 reading.
“Miss Hassan, you are well over the legal limit to drive.”
Shruti sighed again and closed her eyes.
“I’m afraid I need to place you under arrest for driving under the influence,” Ganesh continued. “Please turn around and face your car.”
“Inspector, please,” Shruti pleaded.
“Miss, turn around please.”
Reluctant and scared, she turned around.
“Arms behind your back please,” said Ganesh.
She did as she was asked. Gently, Ganesh locked a pair of handcuffs around her wrists.
“Inspector, please,” she pleaded.
Ganesh leaned in.
“Miss Hassan, if I let you drive away and something happens, I am responsible. Do you understand?”
“Then just give me a ride home, please. I can’t go to jail.”
“Miss Hassan,” Ganesh said, still not addressing her by her first name. “I’ve always liked you. You’ve always struck me as very down-to-earth. I hope you don’t believe you’re above the rules.”
She shook her head and said nothing. Simply to follow procedure, Ganesh recited her Miranda rights to her. He reached into car, took her keys out of the ignition. He led Shruti back to his car and gently assisted her into the backseat. He sat back into the driver’s seat and picked up his radio again.
“This is Unit 35 again,” he said. “Please send unit to cover my post. Returning to station with DUI arrest.”
“Confirmed,” the voice responded.
Shruti was silent on the entire drive to the station. When Ganesh had pulled into the station lot, she finally spoke.
“There’s no way to keep this silent, is there?” she said.
“Ma’am, this is a DUI. You’ll need to appear in court for it. As for now, you’ll be spending at least the night in jail.”
She hung her head. Ganesh got out and helped her out of the car. He led her into the station and took her to processing. He removed her handcuffs and handed her a plastic bag.
“Your clothes and your jewelry go in this bag,” he said. He dropped her car keys into the bag. “Your car will be towed here and impounded for the time being.
He handed her an orange shirt and matching pants.
“You’ll need to change into this new uniform.”
“A jail uniform,” she asked. “Really? I’m going to be here for what? Six or seven hours.”
He led her to a room and told her to change. He closed her in and told her to knock when she was ready.
Inside the room, Shruti was no longer just scared, she was getting angry. Knowing she had no other choice, she slid her dress off and dropped it into the bag. She wasn’t wearing any bra and removed her silk thong panties and dropped them into the bag as well. She slipped on the pants and shirt she’d been given.
“Ugh,” she said, looking in the mirror and seeing her outfit. She knocked on the door and it was opened. She handed Ganesh the bag of her clothes which he passed off to another Inspector. He led her out and handcuffed her behind her back again.
“Ok,” she said, beginning to lose her temper. “Enough is enough. You’ve thoroughly scared me. I get the picture. Now can you please just end this, give me my clothes and take me home.”
Ganesh didn’t respond. He began leading her down the hall.
“Where to now?” she said.
“I’m taking you to the women’s cell blocks,” Ganesh said.
“What’s this going to take,” she asked, struggling against the handcuffs. “I get it. I don’t want to spend the night in jail. So how can we fix this?”
“You have a first name, Inspector?”
“It’s Ganesh,” he replied, hesitantly.
“Okay, Ganesh,” she said. “You and I both know there are ways to make this go away. There are ways to make it so that I was never here. So what’s it going to take?”
Ganesh paused in the hallway.
“There is a way,” she said. “Isn’t there?”
“Even if there was a way,” he said. “It…”
“What is it?” she said.
Ganesh looked around to make sure no one was around.
“Let’s go,” he said. He continued leading her down the hall.
“Come on,” she said.
“Shut up,” he said. “Not here.”
He led her up a set of stairs and into a more private area. He led her into a cell that had no bars, but instead had a full door. He closed the door locking them inside.
“What’s this,” she said.
“This is more private,” Ganesh said. “There’s no cameras here. This is one of the cells longer term prisoners have access to for conjugal visits.”
“Alright,” she said, still tugging at her arms cuffed behind her back. “So is there a way out of this?”
“I haven’t turned a full report in yet,” he said. “The best I can do is fudge the number to make the DUI less severe. What it actually was, you’d have to go to court and probably wind up with a suspended license. With the BAC you recorded, you might end up with a 30-day jail sentence even. If I changed it, you’d be able to avoid court and get away with just a severe fine.”
“A fine I can pay,” she said. “I can’t…I won’t spend 30 days in jail. What about tonight?”
“I reported having brought in a DUI. Unfortunately for you, that means you will have to stay here for the night since that report was filed.”
“So I’m stuck in jail for the night,” she said. “I suppose I can deal with one night here. But I won’t do thirty.”
“Here’s the thing,” said Ganesh. “Falsifying a report…that’s serious. I could get into a lot of trouble if it’s found out. So you need to really convince me that I should do it.”
“I think I can be pretty convincing, but only this night. I am leaving by first light” she replied.
Ganesh turned her around and took off her handcuffs. She turned back around hand faced him. Without hesitating, she unbuckled his pants and slid them down, pulling his socks and shoes off as he took off his shirt. His briefs were tented by his bulging cock.
She slid his briefs off and left him naked as she stood there in her orange uniform.
“You know,” he said, “you might not agree, but I think you look hot in that uniform.”
“Is that so,” she asked, smiling seductively. “I have to admit, now that I get to see it, that is a pretty nice cock you’ve got there.”
He walked closer to her.
“Oh, I think you’ll end up being glad that it was me who arrested you.”
“I have a confession,” she said.
“When you had me in those handcuffs,” she said as she unbuttoned and took off her orange shirt, “I was so tuned on.”
She stood in front of him topless and sauntered over to the bed and laid herself down. He walked to her and locked the handcuffs back around her wrists, linking the chain through the headboard. She pulled her arms, clanging the metal of the cuffs against the metal of the headboard.
Ganesh leaned down and whispered in her ear, “If this is an act, you are being very convincing.”
“Well,” she said, lying on the bed seductively. “I’ll admit that I probably wouldn’t be doing this with you under normal circumstances. But there’s no reason I shouldn’t enjoy it, right?”
“That’s quite a good attitude you’ve got.”
He reached out and grabbed her by her hair and brought her to his cock. Her mouth opened for him and he shoved her down onto himself so hard he gagged. He slowly start pulling her back and forth unit he had her going at a perfect rhythm. Her mouth felt fucking perfect on him, he groaned loudly as he listened to her moan. He almost came right there but he stopped himself, he wanted to come inside of her. Pre cum and drool fell to her glorious massive tits.
He pulled her away and stood up, still holding her by her hair he kissed her. God her mouth tasted so sweet.
He pulled away stood there looking at her as he -dtstories.com- stroked his cock, he needed to be in her so bad but first he wanted to taste her. He went over to her and bent down and took her into his mouth. Fuck she was so wet. She couldn’t control himself any longer, taking what he wanted he felt himself overcome with lust as he sucked and licked her.
Shruti writhed on the bed pulling at the restraints, her body was on overdrive. She couldn’t control herself as she cried out in pleasure. Ganesh’s tongue was doing something wicked and she never wanted it to end.
She begged for more. “Oh yes, please make me cum, your tongue feels so fucking amazing right now. I need you so bad, I want you to fuck me hard. Oh please FUCK ME!” She demanded.
Ganesh pulled back and positioned himself so he could look into her eyes. His cock throbbed as he put it right at her opening. Not being able to hold back any longer, he shoved himself into her. They both cried out in pleasure. God she was so wet yet so tight. He could feel her pussy throbbing, and he started to fuck her nice and hard.
She begged and pleaded for more, and he gave her what she wanted. He felt himself getting close and bent bent over and drew her tit into his mouth and he sucked hard. He bit her and she cried out begging him not to stop. Ganesh sped up and just as he was about to cum be moved up and bit her neck. Shruti came to hard and she kept coming until she couldn’t take it anymore.
Ganesh growled and let himself go shooting his cum deep inside of her he collapsed and slowly removed himself from her. Once the calm down he remove the restraints and took her into his arms.
“Damn that was so amazing, you are going to be such a good little slut.” he said. He kissed her deep and looked into her eyes. Shruti looked into his eyes and all she could say was, “Yes, I am.”
She felt herself eager for her next session.
*Actress Shruti Hasan erotic story*