Talk your way out of this, and then some

You try looking outside again to make out the figure, but can't discern who is trying to talk to you behind the blinding light. You take a deep breath to calm yourself, and have a realization - while you've been caught in what would normally be a compromising and potentially illegal situation, you remember that you're a donor and laws have changed! With the rise of the disease, special laws had to be put in place to protect donors from indecency and exposure laws given people in **** need of a dose couldn't always afford to wait for a private setting to receive one. Whoever this person was, they had no way of knowing that this wasn't an emergency situation and that the teenage succubus currently throating herself on your cock was instead in the midst of making her case to be your personal fucksleeve.

And making her case she certainly was. Holy shit Sara's skills were on another level from Nicole's. You loved your girlfriend, and though you had an active and satisfying sex life with her, it lacked the wanton depravity or eagerness to serve and please you that Sara was putting on full display with each deliberate and aggressive bob of her head up and down the length of your long shaft, making sure to stuff as much of you down her throat as she could each time. Where you had initially panicked at being approached by what you imagine to be a police officer, Sara appeared undeterred in her mission to worship your cock and give you the sloppiest deepthroat blowjob of your life. Drool slid down your steel rod like shaft, which was now glistening from all the saliva she had coated you in, dripping past your balls and pooling beneath you in your seat. The car was filled with the sounds of your cock hitting the back of her throat in rhythm with her bobbing head, a steady _gak gak gak _being all you could hear in the silence of the night of the empty parking lot.

All you could focus on was the wetness of her mouth, the tightness of her throat and how amazing you felt being worshipped by such a hot and gorgeous girl like Sara. The last thing you wanted to do was interrupt this heavenly feeling, and as cocky as you were feeling after the events of the last few days you didn't plan to. You couldn't. A newfound confidence and arrogance filling you, you placed one hand on Sara's head and grabbed her hair, using it to control the tempo of her up and down movements along your cock. The other went to press the driver's side window button, rolling it down to confront the stranger that accosted you.

"What seems to be the problem?" you say, as the window rolls down and you try to look past the light shining in your face.

Having acknowledged their presence, the figure lowered their flashlight to reveal a young, beautiful, mid-height blonde haired woman with big green eyes and with her hair in a braid. She was very fit and dressed in work out clothes - some very short and tight running shorts that highlighted her tiny waist, wide hips, thigh gap and long, sculpted legs. This was complimented by a sports bra as a top that drew attention to a perky pair of tits. The look was completed by a short cut off zip-up hoodie that she wore half zipped up exposing her cleavage and toned mid-riff simultaneously. She had a badge on a chain that she wore around her neck. You figured she must be an off duty cop and was on her way to the grocery store after a gym session and noticed your car in the empty parking lot.

In the time it had taken you to reflect on your predicament and decide how to proceed, the young officer had clearly ascertained what you were up to with Sara, and your brazen shamelessness at rolling your window down all while taking control of Sara's head to use her mouth to fuck your cock had her visibly flustered.

"Sir, I told you to step out of the vehicle. I'm not going to ask you again." said the police officer, trying to sound authoritative in the face of your shameless disregard of her instructions.

"Officer, I'm a donor and this is my patient. She's- oh fuuuuuuuuck". You responded, but were cut off by Sara slamming herself fully down the length of your massive cock, her nose buried in your groin as she swallowed repeatedly trying to coax another load out of you. Clearly Sara was getting off on the idea of putting on a show for this newly arrived spectator, and wasn't going to let the police officer stop her from inhaling her new favorite ****.

Sara came up for air after a few seconds, and looked straight at the police officer as she gasped for breath. "We're all good here officer, daddy is just helping me get what I need." her voice dripping with condescension and contempt for the authority figure trying to interrupt her worship of your cock. She dove straight back down and took you all the way back down to base, continuing her metronome like bob up and down your shaft. In the face of such rebellion and attitude, the police officer was nearly speechless, though not completely.

"I'm going to need to see some ID." said the police officer, visibly bewildered by the spectacle in front of her and trying to take control of the situation.

"Gladly, but my first priority is to the well being of my patient. Let me administer this dose, and I'll give you everything you need." you said, fully reveling in this insane sequence of events and enjoying disrespecting the uncomfortable police officer. Never breaking eye contact with the spectator to your rutting, you grabbed Sara's head with both hands and started thrusting your hips upwards, your singular purpose being to drive as much of your turgid cock down Sara's throat as you could to drive yourself to yet another climax. The cacophony of the sounds of you violating your girlfriend's sister's mouth filled the night air. Despite having cum several times tonight already, the depravity of it all and the incredible feeling of Sara's throat along with her exhibitionism front of the police officer sent you hurtling over the edge.

Overcome with ecstasy, your eyes rolled back and you drove yourself to the hilt, shouting "God damnit, fuck me, take it you fucking cum starved sluuuut" as you exploded into Sara's mouth. Jet after jet of thick cum flooded her throat, an incredible amount of your seed flowing down her gullet into her stomach. Unable to swallow it all, Sara **** her way up, letting you shoot streams of cum on to her face, covering her in a film of your spunk. Having blown your load, you pushed Sara back into her seat, her face an absolute mess of ruined makeup, saliva and the cum that hadn't made it down her throat. "Fuck, that's just what I needed" she said to herself, but loud enough for the officer to hear it.

Opting for the malicious compliance route, you didn't bother to pull up your pants before getting out of your car. You swung the door open and stepped out, your pants below your hips and your still erect cock swinging in the breeze for the police officer to see. Despite being totally bewildered by everything, you caught the police officer's eyes being glued to your cock as you worked to pull up your pants and stuff it back in. Once you had composed yourself, you walked up to her and fished out your work ID from your shirt pocket and handing it to her, which listed your status as an emergency donor and your profession as a researcher specializing in cum addiction. Though she wasn't short for a woman, you were still much taller and towered over the flustered police officer.

As you stood over her while she inspected your ID, you noticed the young officer was more than uncomfortable by the situation. Her skin was clammy, her pupils were a bit dilated, and she was fidgeting with her hoodie. The pheromones you exuded, the musky smell you carried from today's conquests and the swagger you walked with were all taking their toll on her. She was a cum addict! Or was at least soon to be one if she wasn't already.

The police officer looked over your ID one last time and then handed it back to you, before saying "Everything appears to be in order. You can go." Though she was trying to sound dismissive and unaffected, you had been around enough addicts to know the signs and to feel sure in your assessment of her state. Taking your ID back and jamming it into your pocket, you asked "Are you feeling okay officer? You look flushed. You're not an addict yourself are you?"

"What! I... I'm not an addict. I'm not even into men!" she said, trying to shut down any notion of what you were suggesting, wanting to fight back against your newfound bravado and cockiness, but her tone betrayed her as she faltered slightly getting the words out.

You laughed at the revelation and her attempted defiance, and with a bit of smug condescension told her "Don't lie to yourself, this disease doesn't discriminate along gender or sexual orientation lines, and if you didn't know that already I'm telling you now. I think you should get yourself checked out." You reached into your back pocket and pulled out your wallet, getting one of your business cards and reaching out to hand it to her. "Get tested and if I'm right, call me. I'm a researcher working on the disease specializing in new treatments, so this is kind of my thing. I would be happy to talk you through things and even assist you if you needed. I know this can all be overwhelming, and I care deeply about doing my part to help people through this. Officer...?" with your words full of **** empathy and faux responsibility, fully toying with the frazzled prey in front of you. You were enjoying this.

"Officer Kaminsky. Elizabeth Kaminsky" she said, as she reached out to take the card you offered her. "I... I need to go. Finish your business and get out of here." Your proximity to her, your impromptu diagnosis of her, the activities she stumbled upon, the sight of your enormous cock and your attitude had her confused, uncertain and on the back foot, and like a cornered animal she felt the need to escape. She turned away, card in hand, and walked briskly back to her own car. This gave you a chance to get a glimpse of her sizeable peach of an ass in her workout shorts as she scurried to her car.

"Bye pig!" shouted Sara from your car as she saw Elizabeth retreat to her own vehicle, with predictable disdain for any form of authority from the 18 year old still cleaning herself by scooping the cum that had landed on her face into her mouth. Undeterred by Sara's sharp words, Elizabeth had gotten in to her car, started it and driven off in short order, leaving you alone in the parking lot with Sara waiting for you in your car.

Elizabeth was clearly rattled by the whole exchange. Going off nothing but your intuition, her appearance, the circumstances and her reaction to your actions and your cock, you figured Elizabeth was probably bi and had a bad experience or three with men and had sworn off of them despite still harboring a part of herself that was attracted to them. She enjoyed wearing skimpy little outfits to tease them with what they couldn't have anymore as a means to reclaim power and exert some form of dominance, further born out by her chosen profession as a police officer where she wielded actual legal authority over people. You'd bet anything she would have made your life hell tonight were it not for the legal protection you enjoyed as a donor and Sara's status as an addict. You have to imagine a confirmed diagnosis of being a cum addict would rock her to her core -it was deemed that cum addicts couldn't be cops, as an addict with a gun and random cravings was a danger to citizens. On top of that, she'd be made to rely on the gender she seems to hate. In an instant the persona she had crafted for herself would be destroyed. You had to admit that you took no small amount of enjoyment at this scenario playing out in your head.

As you got back in your car, part of you felt like a total sleazebag and asshole for taking pleasure in that encounter, knowing what she was likely about to go through if diagnosed. However another darker and more sinister part of you that had been awakened by the wild ride of the last few days took pleasure in watching her squirm, and the thought of her reaching out to you for help if you were proven right. That part of you filled your head with images of Elizabeth on her knees for you and wrapped around your cock, her authority as a cop gone, in defiance of her sexual orientation and in **** need of cum - your cum specifically. While you had always had respect for anyone's sexual orientation and had never had issues with authority, this newly discovered part of you thought the whole concept was incredibly hot and depraved, and really hoped you would have the opportunity to break and dominate Elizabeth. Time would tell if you'd ever see her again and where that would lead.

While you were admittedly unsettled by where your mind was going, any rising shame at the dark thoughts that had just overcome you was quickly pushed aside when Sara spoke up. "Another woman for your growing harem? I didn't know you had that in you. Here I thought I just had to compete with Nikki and Jenny to be your personal whore."

You shook your head and let out a chuckle. "To be fair, neither did I. I guess you've brought it out in me." you said, as you locked eyes with her. She was a vision of sex - though she had cleaned up her face a bit while you were talking to Elizabeth, her makeup was still a mess and her hair was wild from the rough facefucking you had just given her, with her gigantic tits spilling out of her top and her shorts still unbuttoned from where she had her hand down them playing with herself. Despite everything that had already happened between you two tonight and the encounter with the young policer officer, she looked like she could pounce on you right here. There was a fire in her eyes, and the energy between you two was electric. You were overcome with the desire to kiss her, grabbing her head and pulling it towards yours. The two of you made out passionately, her hands running through your hair and her tongue like a dervish in your mouth trying to take as much of you as she could, while you used your free hand to maul one of her exposed tits and play with one her nipples that was rock hard from how aroused she was.

You hadn't planned for this to happen, but to say you were taken by Sara was an understatement. Sure, you had often lusted after your girlfriend's younger stacked sister, but it was always merely a fantasy, something you had filed away as spankbank material for when Nikki wasn't around. And yet here you were with your tongue in each other's mouths following a wild few days of complete debauchery and lust, with Sara having confessed her obsession over you and her desire to be your "secret little whore" as she put it.

As you broke the kiss, you rested your forehead on hers and took a deep breath before separating. As you regained eye contact with Sara, you noticed some of the fire in her eyes had been replaced with something softer, something more uncertain and nervous. Speaking up, she said "I meant what I said John. I want you. I know you love my sister, and I do too, but I want to be yours. I don't know how I fit into things yet or what it means for Nikki but now that I've gotten a taste of you I can't go back to how it was between us. In a sense, this disease is the best thing that ever happened to me. I'll be whatever you want me to be and do whatever you want me to do. Just let me be yours."

Lost in her bombshell appearance, sexual confidence and eagerness was that Sara was still just a **** 18 year old still figuring things out. What she had just shared with you was a lot, and while you had let yourself get swept up into all of this and found yourself in lust with her, you weren't nearly as far along as she was romantically. A better and stronger man would have shut this down - you had a girlfriend who was over the moon in love with you and you were supposed to be helping her sister, not taking advantage of the situation. You should be a role model and supportive big brother figure to her. But you weren't that man. Instead, you found yourself with a girlfriend who seemed to get off on you fucking her sister and being punished for "getting in the way of you being there for her", and a girlfriend's sister who yearned for you, all too happy to let you use her and finding the "positive" in a terrible disease so long as she got to be with you. Where the old you would be appalled, days into this a switch had gone off in your head and all you felt was a burning desire to have your way with both, with no plans to stop yourself from exploring where this toxic rabbit hole would go. Sara's feelings for you made that all the easier to exploit. Truth be told, you had no idea how you felt yet about Sara beyond the intense lust and desire you felt for her, and at this point you're not even sure it mattered given Nikki's nascent cuckquean tendencies. You were just going to ride the wave and try to enjoy what both women were offering to you for as long as you could.

Knowing you had to give some kind of answer to her vulnerability, you reached up to caress her face and gave her another kiss hoping that would implicitly tell her what she wanted to hear without needing to say anything before you figured things out. As you pulled back, you looked her in the eyes again and said "I want you too." That wasn't a lie at least, you did want her, just more so physically for the time being. Thankfully, between that and the kiss it seemed to do the trick for Sara, the flame in her eyes returning full ****.

"Let's get out of here, we've been gone long enough at this point. If Nikki isn't already asleep, she'll be wondering what we're doing." you say as you get yourself settled to get going. Sara struggles to keep her eyes off of you, still charged from the exchange you just had, but she eventually settles into her phone watching TikToks as you drive off heading towards home, her hand wandering occasionally towards your crotch to rub your cock through your pants.

With Sara in your life acting as a permanently horny fleshlight given human form, the odds of you not rocking a constant erection seemed to be low, and thoughts of what lie ahead for you in the night and beyond filled your head as you drove.

Note: This is my first real contribution to this site, so I hope you all like it! This is a favorite story of mine on the site, and I've always wanted to see this specific thread continued. I don't know if and when I'll add on to this, but in my head this path takes a much darker and more psychological turn where we explore more of the MC's thoughts and changes, while the MC embraces his new situation and takes advantage of it. This is a path of cheating, corruption, domination, grooming, **** addiction, BDSM, pain play, harem building, impregnation and breaking - certainly not one of love and happy endings for anyone but the MC. Thus far the MC has been along for the ride, and this thread will see him take control and thrive. If anything, I hope I've inspired a continuation of this thread. Let me know what you think!

Note 2: For this and any future chapters, remember, this all just fantasy and this behavior and thinking in real life is extremely toxic and unhealthy!