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Small Town Jail
Author: Closet Fetishist

Written: July 11th, 2010

"License, registration, and insurance sir?"

I hand  over the documents to the officer.

Despite the windows being rolled down, the smell of burned marijuana is clearly in the air around me.

"Okay, Mr. Jerech, step out of the car please."

"Yes, sir but why sir?" I ask as I exit the car slowly.

He softly grabs me and spins me around, pushing my against my car for a moment while he searches me. He removes my cell phone and my wallet from my jeans pockets as well as two Durex condoms from my front shirt pocket.

"I smell marijuana in the car; are you in possession of any drugs of any kind?"

"Yes, I have about a eighth of weed in the center console."

"Okay, I appreciate you being straight with me. Do you have a medical card?"

"Yes sir."

"In the wallet?"

I assume he looks it over.

"Were you smoking while you were driving sir?"

"No sir."

"Are you lying to me?"

"No sir."

"So am I gonna find a recently smoked piece in that car?"

I remained silent.

"This is your last chance."

"Yes sir, I was."

"Good man. I'm gonna place you in the back of the car while I search your vehicle."

I sit in the back of his cruiser as he ransacks my car.

He returns to the car and holds the weed up.

"Looks like a nice little stash here; what's that set ya back?"

"'bout $45."

"That's about what I remember it."

A glimmer of hope.

"Alright, well, Mr. Jerech; I'm afraid I'm gonna have to impound your car and take you to the jail tonight."

"Are you serious?"

"Very serious."

He closes his door and drives to the  small town police station. He takes me from his car and walks me into the small jail area; it looks like something out of Andy Griffith it's so old and antiquey. No other officers are around in the small office.

"Alright, you just relax in here till morning."

"What happens then."

He smiles, "Why, we'll probably let ya questions asked."

"Very funny."

"It is funny...but I'm also serious...survive the night and you can probably get off scot free."

"Survive what?"

He smiles again and then sits down; no longer paying any attention to me.


Fifteen minutes later, I hear someone approaching.

"You're in luck boy; she's back early."


As I said it, a nearly five hundred pound police woman came walking heavily towards my cell.

"Hey there, handsome."

"Hi..." I read her name plate, "Tootie."

She giggles grossly.

"Aren't you just the cutest; you're gonna make me feel bad."

"Feel bad for what?"

"Why, for what I'm about to do to you.."

"Oh, and what’s that."

She gestures  to my arresting officer and he opens my cell door; she enters my cell and he locks it behind us.

"Can you handle him Toots?"

"Absolutely, go see Juliet."

"Thanks; you're a peach."

He takes off.

"So you can handle me, huh?" I egg her on.

"With minimal effort."

"I'd like to see it."

"Watch me wrestle you to the floor and then..."

She charges at me and I try to dodge but she swoops back and kicks my feet out from under me; I land on the hard concrete with a  clunk. She's incredibly fast for someone incredibly fat.

"And then?" I ask, breathlessly.

"And dear," she presents her backside to me; she drops her pants and underwear and toss them aside. " I sit on your face."

My eyes go wide as five hundred pounds of ass come crashing down on my soft face. I am crushed instantly; jammed deep into an officer’s ass crack.

And then the smell hit; they always said the speed of smell was pretty slow.  Putrid, rotten; it smelled like nothing I had ever experienced before. I gagged.

I felt the cheeks tense up around me.


"Ahhhhhhh! God I love good, old fashion beans and cabbage."


I scream out as the smell invades my very being.

"Would you be so kind as to lick my asshole?"

I do nothing at first.

I hear grunting and struggling; she's pushing hard.

"Okay, I’ll do..."


"Oh, that one felt wet; now you gotta clean that up."

I licked her shitty crack and then rimmed her asshole for a bit. I felt her cum on shirt; she's obviously having a good time.

"I'm having such a great time, how about you dear?"


"No? Maybe I need to spice things up then."

Her hand somehow finds my head in the many folds of her ass and she pulls my nose from her asshole and works my mouth over the hole.

"There now."


The fart echoes and sputters in my mouth; she finds it hilarious.

"Just the appetizer; here comes dinner."

With that, she squeezes out a brown log that she quickly pinches off and the turd falls into my mouth. My eyes tear as I hold the poo there, unsure what to do with it.

"Swallow it," she says, as if answering my head question.

I do nothing.

"Swallow it!"



"You better hurry or you're gonna have a shitload of shit on your hands."

I swallow it down, somehow as more shit streams into my mouth; a soupy diarrhea. She laughs hysterically.


She seems unable to control herself as she farts and squeezes out another turd.

"There, all finished; now clean me up."

I lick her orifices clean and she rubs her hand down her crack and against my face, stopping at my nose to shove her stinky fingers in there,

"Pretty clean, good job; you’ve earned this..."


"Yes! Been saving that one; you'll enjoy’s a dry one," she laughs.

I pass out.


I wake in darkness and with more shit in my mouth; I spit and turn to my side. Shit falls from my face; the smell invading my skin like some kind of stink tattoo, a drunk tattoo you really regret but can't het rid of.

"She really did a number on you, huh?"

"Can I go now?"

"Sure kid; you wanna shower?"

"That'd be nice."

"Out back; there's a nozzle on a pipe out can't miss it."

The sun is blinding as I step outside for the first time in hours. I walk to the back of the makeshift police house and see the shower.

When I finish I turn and am confronted by a big ass.

"Surprise fucker!"


A fart exploded out of  Tootie and filled the air around me.

She walked away laughing. I needed another shower.

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