A little bit of Option A, thanks to a little bit of Option B

"Ok, K.U.N.T., show me what you can do," you say, sinking back into your seat. You're a little nervous about this, but what's the point of living in your own Blowjob Universe if you're not gonna stick your dick where you normally wouldn't be able to? Able Master would be proud. Plus you were getting the seatbelt so tangled up it was starting to **** you, so that's nice to not deal with.

'very good, sir,' K.U.N.T. replies. 'there is a silver dial to your left, Officer David, just under the automatic windows control. toggle that to your preferred setting, and my patented stress-relief systems shall take care of the rest.'

You take a moment, recite the Pledge of Allegiance to recall which is your...left...Left! Got it! You look, and there's the dial, just like the creepy car voice said. There are actually two dials, set side by side, with small numbers etched into the surface of the metal. You shrug and roll the left-most one to 1 with a satisfying click.

Immediately, a cable snakes out from under the seat, topped by a small, humming dildo. You watch, nonplussed, as it gently begins to bump into your dick, jostling it rhythmically. The vibration is kinda nice, but this...

"Uh, K.U.N.T.? What the hell?" you ask, staring at the creepy appendage butting up against your most prized possession.

'what is wrong, Officer David? my patented stress-relief features are working at optimal levels. perhaps more stimulation is required? simply continue to increase the output on the dials to your left, and both speed and vibration shall match to your preferred level of stimulation.'

You sigh and shrug. Worth a shot, maybe?

You reach over and click the right dial over to 1.

For a moment, nothing seems to happen. Then you feel the lower rear of your seat shift, like a panel slid away, and a firm, humming something starts to bump against your backside.

"Whoa! No, nope, nuh-uh, no way!" you cry, slapping your hand down on the silver dials and forcing them back down to 0.

Maxine cackles and reaches over to her own set of dials, clicking them up a couple notches. The buzzing from her own seat begins to intensify as she bucks her hips lewdly. Fucking slut.

'what is the matter, Officer David?' K.U.N.T. asks, sounding genuinely concerned.

"What's the matter? What's the matter, you stupid robo-bitch?!" you shout, clutching your plastic police badge. "I wanted stress-relief, you dumb pile of bolts, not fucking vibrator-tentacles trying to get all up inside me! That might work on the slut-cops here, but I'm a man, and I want my dick sucked, not bumped against. And stay the fuck away from my asshole!" you're almost in tears now. How the hell did a loser like you ever end up in a paradise like Blowjob Universe?

'i apologize, Officer David. my programming is designed with female stimulation in mind. i am afraid my databank has very little in the way of techniques for male stress-relief. perhaps you would be kind enough to instruct me?'

Oh, fucking jackpot.

You and your cock sit up straighter, your tears forgotten. You wipe your nose and put your shades on, then rap out instructions.

"Ok, computer-slut, what I want is called a blowjob, got it? That's where a filthy slut opens her mouth, and slobbers on my knob until I cum down her whore throat. Easy enough, right?"

There is a brief pause, broken only by Guzzle moaning hungrily at your description.

'i am still uncertain of the specifics, Officer David,' K.U.N.T. says apologetically. 'slobber on your knob? what does that mean, sir?' You roll your eyes. So far, it seems like mouth-**** Guzzle would've been a better idea after all.

"For a genius car or whatever you sure are fucking dumb, aren't you? You got a mouth?"

The car seems to slow for a moment, as though the AI were thinking. Then it resumes its pace, and the scanner on the dashboard lights up. Two things happen at once: firstly, a small compartment just under the steering wheel opens, and another cable slithers out, this one topped by a translucent tube. Secondly, as the tube stops, hovering over your lap, three lines of blue light arc out from the dashboard, darting in the air in precise patterns around the tube. You watch as the upper body of a female figure slowly comes into being, first as a vague, wire-meshed outline, then slowly filling in with detail.

The first thing you notice is her skin; it's a deep blue, with a glossy, almost waxy appearance. Sharp features are carved into the air, her face a series of perfect geometric angles that you find both attractive, and oddly creepy. The outline of a kind of headband appears on her forehead, an image etching itself into the material. It looks like a woman clad in a toga, standing in an open clam shell, eyes covered by a cloth, sword in hand. Above her left shoulder is the letter G and above her right the letter V. It looks kind of familiar, but you can't think why right now. You've got other things on your mind hur hur. The holo-woman's eyes fill in next, but they're...unsettling. The whites of her eyes are instead utterly black, and for a moment you think she's gonna be a pupil-less freak. But then two blazing white irises appear, seeming almost to crackle and fade before settling into glowing permanence as she blinks and smiles at you.

'hello, Officer David,' she says, bowing her head slightly. 'i hope this will suffice?'

As she speaks, you notice the tube, hidden in her mouth. Clever girl!

You pump your cock a few times and leer at your new fuckpuppet.

"Hello, mouth. Time to meet knob!"

Before she can respond, you reach out and grab the back of her head. In the split second before her lips meet your shaft, you marvel at the technology that allows you to physically grasp a being made of light. Then you spear her mouth, and focus on wrecking the bitch.

At first, there is a distinct lack of stimulation. No saliva, no warmth. Bitch didn't make herself a tongue? You growl and slide your cock deeper into her hole, looking for some kind of sensory reward. Your shaft presses against the tube, jostling it as you try to find the entrance, but your cock slips off again and again.

"Fuck, you useless bitch! The point of a blowjob is for me to stick my dick into a tight, wet hole! Fuck, you're worse at this than that assistant bitch back at the precinct! Get a fucking move on!" you growl, slapping the holo-bitch on the back of the head.

K.U.N.T. glances up at you, her white on black eyes unreadable, and takes a deep breath. Then she lunges forward, sinking your cock into her mouth-tube. You gasp, hands clenching on the back of her head as your eyes unfocus.

Oh.

Oh fuck.

As soon as your cock enters, her mouth comes a-fucking-live. A sheet of heated lubricant bathes your pole as a rubbery ring clamps down on your cockhead and abruptly pulls, sinking you deeper while the ring slides down to grip your shaft and tug up the length of your cock again and again. You moan, trembling, as her hole milks you with unrelenting rhythm.

K.U.N.T.'s strange eyes remain locked on your face, reading your expressions as she learns what stress-relief techniques are most effective for someone with a Y-chromosome. She shifts her head slightly, and you hear a faint click. You groan as your cock is suddenly assaulted from all angles by a series of vibrators, massagers and rings, every inch of your shaft pumped, pulled, sucked and squeezed, never tiring, never slowing down.

You arch your back, gasping, then snap forward, gripping the sides of K.U.N.T.'s face. You grin wolfishly.

"Good...blowjob...cunt," you breathe, humping into her mouth. "Now...show you... facefuck."

The holo-whore's brow furrows for a moment, puzzled, but then her eyes screw shut as you slam her face into your hips, burying the full length of your cock down her amazing throat. You gasp again, the sheer sensory overload nearly driving you over the edge. But you have a lesson to teach, and you're not stopping til that duty's fulfilled.

You tighten your grip on the slut's head and begin to bounce her face in your lap, stabbing into her hole again and again. She looks up at you as you fuck her mouth, her previous unreadable expression replaced by pained concern as you deliver thrust after brutal thrust into her gullet. She coughs, and the unrelenting vibrations in her throathole stutter for a moment. You continue pounding into her, slapping the back of her head as you laugh stupidly.

"Fuck yeah, you stupid cunt, that's what I'm talking about!"

You hilt your cock, grinding your shaft as deep as you can, admiring the way the blue-skinned bitch squeezes her eyes shut, the way she coughs and chokes around your meat, the beads of sweat rolling down her face. Fuck, the detail on this thing is insane!

"Yyyyyesss, ffffuccck that dumb whoooorrre," Guzzle moans, and you spare a glance her way. She's bouncing in her seat, one hand viciously mauling her breast, the other shoved down the front of her shorts. Her teeth are gritted as she furiously fucks herself, veins standing out on her neck.

A mean smile quirks your lips. Lightbulb.

"Hey, holo-whore," you say, turning back to the bitch servicing your knob. She opens her eyes slowly, the irises seeming to waver and glitch before focusing. "You got that databank bullshit, right? I bet you're better than a fucking playboy, with all the babes you got on file. Can you make yourself look like anyone you've got data on?"

K.U.N.T. stares at you, uncomprehending.You notice the buzzing vibrations in her mouth have nearly stopped, slowing to halfhearted tugs here and there and you grin as you reach down to smack her cheek. That seems to jostle her, and she slowly starts to slide off your dick to answer. You let her get to the head of your cock, smiling gently, before you **** her nose back into your pubes, punching your cock into her gullet.

The car shudders and lurches, and you hear K.U.N.T.'s voice speak up from the dash.

'Offi+++avid+++i...can, but+++really must+++sist, it can+++angerous for -'

"Good enough for me!" you say, happily bouncing K.U.N.T.'s face in your lap. "I want you to look like this dumb slut here," you tilt your head, indicating Maxine, casually jerking your hips into K.U.N.T.'s mouth. "Oh, and I want you to change her name in your databank. New name: Officer Guzzle, codename: Loose Slut," you sneer.

"Yoooou ffffuckkkking asshole!" Guzzle screams, ratcheting up the dials to her right to Max, hips a blur as the buzzing from her seat erupts in a frenzy.

K.U.N.T. gives a tired nod and closes her eyes. As she slides up and down your rod, her features slowly change. Silky black hair spills down her back and sticks to her suddenly tan cheeks as full lips wrap around your pole. But her eyes are still fucked up as she looks at you, white irises blazing against a sea of black. You grunt and reach over to Guzzle, ripping off her police hat and tossing it haphazardly on K.U.N.T.'s head. Then you tear off her sunglasses and jam them onto the fuckdoll at your feet, hiding her creepy-ass eyes. Perfect.

You smirk.

"Damn, Guzzle, she's way hotter than you!"

You are such a fucking dick.