"Step out of the car please."

"Sara! ... Sara!"

But Sara doesn't acknowledge you or the police officer tapping on the window; it seems that she is so focused on worshiping your cock with her hot teenage mouth that she has left this world behind and transcended into a new one where her only concern is slurping and swallowing your stiff dick.

You finally shift your gaze up through the window to your left and make eye contact with the uniformed officer standing just a few inches from where the young girl is pumping her skull up and down your shaft. She taps on the window again.

"SIR! STEP OUT OF THE CAR!"

"Jesus Christ, Sara! Stop sucking my dick!"

You grab Sara by the hair with both hands and roughly pull her head off your cock. Her lips and tongue reach for it desperately even as you pull her away. It flops up wetly against your stomach for a moment as you start to struggle to put it back inside your pants.

"What? Why? Lemme suck it!"

"The cops are here."

It was then that Sara first noticed the police officer standing at the window, impatiently waiting for you to stop getting your knob polished. She hurriedly scrambles back into her seat and wipes her mouth.

You manage to tuck your erection away and close the button on your pants. You take a deep breath and open the car door.

"I'm sorry about that," you say as you climb out, but the cop isn't interested in your apology.

"What the hell was that?" spits the uniformed blonde. "When I give you an order, sir, you need to obey."

"I'm sorry, ma'am. She, uh... she didn't hear your command the first time."

"Your ID."

You take your wallet out of your pocket and pass over your driver's license. The pretty young cop shines her flashlight on your license, then back into the car to take a look at Sara. You see that the name plate pinned to her perky bust says "Anderson".

"Is she of legal age, sir?"

"What? Yes, yes, of course."

"How do you know her?"

"Uh, I... I'm... I'm her sister's boyfriend."

She gives flashes you a side-eye look with her big green eyes. She raises her voice: "Honey, why don't you come out of the car too?"

Sara opens the door and steps out and the young cop crosses over to her.

"How old are you, sweetie?"

"I'm eighteen."

"What's your name?"

"...Sara."

"Sara. You have any ID on you?"

"No... I... was in a rush to leave the house."

"Right. Are you sure you're eighteen, Sara? It's okay to tell me if you think maybe you made a mistake."

"No, I didn't make a mistake. I'm eighteen."

"And how do you know this man?"

"He's my boyfriend."

"Wait here," she says to Sara. She comes back over to you.

"Which is it, John? Is she your girlfriend's sister, or is she your girlfriend? You know, I think maybe I should take you both down to the station and we can get this sorted out tomorrow. Get her mom to come down and pick her up."

"No!" Sara cries out. "Stop! Okay, I'm sorry, I lied. He's not my boyfriend. He's my... provider."

"Your provider? What, you mean, like--"

"I'm a... cum addict. He's been helping me."

"Aren't you a little young for that disease? Doesn't that usually not affect women until their mid-20s?"

"Usually," you say. "We've seen some outliers. Sara is one of the youngest cases I've seen. I'm a medical researcher at the University. This is my field of study."

"Right," says the cop. "Just... don't go anywhere. I'm gonna run your license."

Sara, underdressed for the chill night breeze in her tank top and shorts, slides her body against yours for warmth. You put your arm around her. She tilts her head up and snuggles into your embrace.

"I'm sorry if I'm getting you in trouble, John."

"It's okay, baby. It's not your fault."

"I know... I just can't help being a slut for your dick."

You look down at her and she grins mischievieously. "You know..." she says. "That cop is kinds hot."

Just then, the cruiser door closes and Officer Anderson approaches.

"Well, you're on the official donor list, but you don't have a listed client."

"We never officially registered her."

"Why not? If you're going to be treating her in public, you need to officially register her. And what if she goes into shock and you're not nearby? You of all people should know that she needs to be on the list." The petite young cop tucks her short blonde hair back behind her ear as she chastises you.

"She's about to start college. Do you have any idea what the boys on campus would do to her if they found out she was on the list? Her picture and phone number would get passed around every fraternity in the state. She'd be the only girl on campus with the disease. She'd never be safe."

"Yeah, and look at him," Sara piped in, running a hand across your chest. "Why would I want to get my fix from a bunch of dopey eighteen-year-old kids, when I've got a real man with a huge cock to give me my medicine?" Her hand drops down to your crotch and strokes your bulge.

The cop eyes you up and down, her focus lingers on Sara's fingers as they rub across the front of your pants.

"I need some medicine, Officer. Would it be okay if I got treated right here, right now? You can stay and watch..."

"Uh, what? No, I'm... I'm sorry... I... here's your license back, sir, I... Just don't, uh... I mean, either get her registered or try not to do this in public again. I'll let you off with a warning."

Sara drops to her knees as Officer Anderson hands you your license. Sara has your button open and your fly unzipped and fishes out your aforementioned huge cock. She plops it onto her face and plants a wet, sloppy kiss on your nutsack. Your rapidly-hardening erection covers half her face and reaches all the way to her hairline.

"God damn! You ever see a dick like this, Officer? You ever take a load from someone scientifically proven to have a perfect cumshot?"

The cop looks up at you, her green eyes darting back and forth from your face to your fat dick.

"This is... I'm going to leave you two to, uh... take care of this," she says. But she doesn't move.