Routine Traffic Stop

Felicia’s car is what you’d expect of a suburban divorced mom with children: a large black tinted SUV.

“John, take whatever seat you want, but I recommend the backseat so fucksleeve can give you blowjobs all the way home.”

“I agree. Fucksleeve wants to suck on your cock the whole way there. Will you please grant me that wish?” Sarah puts on some puppy dog eyes and pleads with John.

“Fine, backseat. I’ll definitely enjoy Sarah’s mouth on my body. Laura, you may have said degrading is fine, but I prefer the actual names of the bodies.” John intentionally uses the actual name of the body, he doesn’t want to get to a point where he genuinely sees women as husks of no value.

Even if the individuality is fake, Laura put a lot of real effort for every single woman on the planet to seem like a different person. John respects that effort.

Felicia seems almost saddened for John to disagree so John decides to explain it directly.

“Laura, I can’t even imagine the effort and time it takes to put on a different facade and personality for literally every woman on the planet for their entire lives. I respect that effort greatly. I’m not gonna casually refer to any of your parts as nothing. Because every part of you, is you. And I love you. You took the names, cultivated the bodies, the knowledge, and how they act for a billion different possibilities. It’s magnificent. So seeing ‘Sarah’ do this makes me way more hard than ‘fucksleeve.’”

Felicia in the mirror and Sarah right next to him look like they’re about to cry, and they do. Together they speak with tears in their eyes. “John that’s the nicest thing I’ve ever heard. I…. I really did get lucky with you.”

Felicia starts the engine, the whole conversation was had before the car started rolling.

“So Laura, before Sarah suddenly decided she wanted to be my maid and fuckslave, what was she gonna do? I want to understand your thought process with how your pieces find their careers.”

Sarah herself responds. “Before I found this radically better calling, I was going to try and work in sales, aspiring for higher level leadership. But that was going to take a while, I’d much rather be by your side as your pleasure slave forever.” She hugs John tightly.

John has more or less understood the process so far, it’s just still mind bending. “I guess I can’t say you crushed her dreams. You were the one with the dreams. And this is now your true dream.”

“Yup, that’s it exactly. I was always Sarah, and this is how she can better spend her life in the way I want her to. She is me, and I’m happier this way.” Felicia nods from the driver’s seat.

“Just like how Felicia here has seen the light and will be a better more slutty person. The source never changed, it’s just how the body is being used. And I like being USED by you.” Felicia really lets ‘used’ linger in her mouth for emphasis.

“It makes my head spin. Just thinking about it. I have so many more questions for you when we have some quiet time.”

“Go ahead and save them for later tonight, I kind of have the evening planned out a little. Allow Sarah to ground you with a blowjob. You’re rock hard so much I should have a doctor me check you out.”

As soon as Felicia started speaking, Sarah unzipped John’s pants and pulled down his underwear. As Felicia finishes, Sarah starts bobbing her head, a complete pro at it. Her suction incredibly precise, and the pleasure imparted on John’s cock to die for.

John looks out the window. Just like before, when Laura is driving, the road is basically at her command. Most cars act exactly as she wants them to - slowing down, merging, or speeding up to let her get through easier. Lights turn green for the vehicle then shift after, and she blows through any stop sign she knows a woman is parked at.

Women driving in the cars next to where John is sitting look at him with lust and desire as they’re passed. All of them are topless by the time he can see them, because of course they are.

“Want to see how fast I can get an SUV to go through the back streets to Felicia’s gated community? Who am I kidding, of course you do.” Felicia guns it, easily going 40 over the speed limit, weaving through cars with the ease of four billion minds.

Sarah doesn’t let up and continues to suck and lick on John’s penis. Her mouth eternally stuck to it.

On the back streets with the SUV rocketing through, all is well until suddenly, flashing red and blue lights appear. Right behind the SUV a patrol car speeds up dramatically. They went through a speed trap, but a speed trap Laura would have known was there.

“Oh no, the cops. I was speeding so much, they’re gonna take my license away!” Felicia yells sarcastically, telling John that what’s about to happen was completely planned.

Felicia pulls over on the side of the road and puts the SUV in park. She looks in awe at John, she hopes this will be fun for him.

The police car parks behind the SUV, sirens flashing. And out of the car, two female officers step out on either side. Both step to the side John is on and approach his window.

John rolls down that window. Sarah is still passionately sucking his cock.

“License and registration.” Asks the cop next to John. John knows that what’s going to happen here will be ridiculous, but he’s not in the driver’s seat.

The one who spoke is a blonde with a nameplate that says Officer Tilda, and her partner has one that says Officer Sanchez.

“Officer Tilda, I’m not the driver. That big titted woman up there is.” John motions toward the actual driver, but the officer is having none of it.

“Uh huh. Sir, you were going 40 miles per hour over the speed limit, and you seemingly don’t have the necessary documents for this traffic stop. Are you aware that this is a serious violation?” Her tone is serious and committed, this is the truth.

John simply complies. No sense in fighting what isn’t even a fight. “Yes officer, I’m—OH FUCK—I’m aware.” Sarah’s dicksucking finally gets John to cum again and she relents with a smile, watching her carefully acted scene play out with John in the starring role.

Officer Tilda continues. “And are you aware that punishment for that violation is a sexy titfuck from a slutty bitch cop who hasn’t had penetrative sex in years while her partner smacks her on the ass and fucks her hard with a dildo?”

The voice is completely removed from the words. She says it like it’s the most clear and necessary thing ever.

John’s mouth drops. He stares at each of the people around him, but neither Sarah or Felicia react with the normal amount of shock he is having.

Both of the officers were completely stone faced serious while Officer Tilda delivered the most objectively crude statement John has ever heard.

“No I wasn’t aware of that.” John simply readjusts in his seat. He know this is all Laura playing around with him, but it’s still two cops basically yelling at him. For a moment he wants to give a safe word to stop this exercise, but he trusts Laura to not overdo it.

“Uh huh. I’m gonna need you to get out of the car. Do not resist or else I have to let you violate my titties.” Another line that betrays the serious tone, but John steps out of the SUV, his dick flopping around.

The two female cops shout loudly. “He’s got a deadly weapon!” Obviously referring to John’s penis. “Sir, you need to put that away before we have no choice but to put you down on the ground with your dick ready to penetrate a pussy till it cums!”

All the scenarios sound fun to John.

I want to see how Laura handles getting me on the ground. He thinks this through for a moment and lets the next action happen to him with his willy swinging about from his unzipped pants.

“Suspect is resisting!” Yells out Officer Sanchez.

The two officers restrain his arms and push him to the ground with his hands behind his back, both their chests pressing against his chest. It’s done absurdly gently and slowly. No cop would ever demonstrate such care and grace during a such an escalated situation.

For a moment, Laura drops the act and has Officer Tilda lean in with genuine concern replacing the theatrical seriousness. John blushes, it’s such a tender thing to check in on him like this. He sees Officer Sanchez has a nearly identical look of care and concern.

“You’re okay with this right, this false arrest procedure? And I didn’t hurt you getting you to the ground?” She runs her hands through John’s hair for a second, and John feels the extreme amount of love and care Laura feels for him through even this cop.

John says back to the officer body of his girlfriend. “Laura, I love you and I trust you. You can keep going, I’m fine. You got me down gently, I’m ready to participate.”

The Officer Tilda nods at him, the genuine care slowly transitions back to the pure seriousness. She then steps away and resumes the scene with a cough.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN PARTICIPATE?! Your deadly weapon must be sheathed in its proper place, my aching cunt!”

Officer Tilda desperately takes off her entire uniform, revealing some pretty massive tits in a satin bra and her pussy contained by lace panties. She pulls both off and throws them into the SUV for Sarah to grab.

Both of the other bodies are watching this scene play out silently with giddy smiles on their faces. From his position on the ground, he can’t tell if they’re fondling their chests aggressively or not.

Officer Tilda’s voice becomes more sensual, less forceful. “Sir, stick it all the way in! My pussy is the only way to disable it. It’s the only way to make this scene safe!”

So close to her naked body, John can see that Officer Tilda is pretty muscular and beautiful. Her voice without the edge is sweet and tender. She starts bouncing on John’s dick really fast.

“Your dick is the only one that can save me. I’ve not had sex in so long, I’m such a massive bitch about it because I like being able to be an asshole to people.” The blonde officer continues up and down.

Her partner, Officer Sanchez, is rubbing her own chest and salivating, but still in uniform for now. “Yeah you criminal, keep fucking my partners pussy. She really needed a dick shoved in her vagina so she stops being such a bitch.”

A few minutes into the cowgirl fucking, John bursts inside of the blond officer, splattering her insides with his cum. The release and a few more bobs on the rapidly deflating shaft has the officer also orgasm. She screams before following it up by telling John “I hope you knocked me up criminal!”

Officer Sanchez claps her hands and congratulates Officer Tilda.

“Crisis averted partner. Good job taking care of the deadly weapon. But now we have to enact the sentence for going 40 mph over the speed limit.”

Officer Sanchez goes back to the squad car and picks up a giant hot pink dildo with a strap from under the dash. She rapidly strips out of her uniform and attaches it to her naked groin. John wonders where they could have gotten this. Officer Sanchez is likewise quite toned, but her assets are much more average.

“Get up Officer Tilda, you’ve got to give this ne’er do well a titjob as outlined in the guidebook. While I spank and fuck your ass with this strap on.”

“Of course” says Officer Tilda completely naked. “Damn criminal, now your prick isn’t big enough. How about you punish my titties for a little while? They’re the biggest on the force. Believe me I’ve compared them all.” She winks at John.

John is forced to have to play with the blonde officer’s pretty massive pair of boobs until his penis regains its life. He decides to speak and compliment her. “Officer Tilda, you’re pretty damn beautiful.”

“Don’t compliment me criminal. You’re the one with the criminally giant dick.” Both her and her partner cross their arms in annoyance that John dared talk back to them.

Then Officer Tilda surrounds John’s penis with her tits and locks them in like a vice. Using her arms to tighten the grip, she starts moving up and down to jerk him off.

Meanwhile Officer Sanchez gets into position and starts railing her asshole with the dildo while slapping the same ass extremely hard and often. What a fucked up and nonsensical situation. But it’s what Laura set up, so John goes along with it.

“Officer Tilda, just like that, you gotta make him suffer by making him cum with your massive super fucking sexy milk containing titties! And you better cum with me ravaging your asshole with this strap on!”

John enjoys the show before him, two sweaty police officers making fools of themselves to ‘punish’ him for a crime he didn’t even commit. But he can feel his climax coming and yells. “I’m gonna cum!”

The two officers almost brace for impact from this obvious threat, but Officer Tilda keeps pumping away with her tits. John’s penis spurts and squirts right into her face and on her boobs. The blond officer also cums from the dildo ramming into her ass moments later.

“OHHHHH! Good we could deliver justice for your crime. Alright criminal, be on your way. Officers Sanchez and Tilda gave you excellent service this afternoon. Sanchez, give the criminal your bra and panties like I did, right now!” It’s an authoritarian command, but Sanchez was always going to do it.

“Yes ma’am!” Officer Sanchez rushes to grab her discarded underwear from where she left them in the squad car, her modest breasts swinging wildly. She returns and gives John her used bra and panties. “Make sure to sniff them. They’re so sweaty from us being on patrol so much.”

John with panties and bra in hand, decides to throw a curveball into the script. “Oh absolutely. And do me a favor, keep all that cum on your body and face, don’t clean it up for the rest of the shift. Then send me a picture of it when you get off duty.”

It’s a moment of improvisation, but Laura is obviously perfect at it.

Officer Tilda responds in turn. “Of course sir. All cum on my face and tits should stay there to show future criminals what lies in store for them. And I’ll send you as many pictures as necessary to make sure you stay on a righteous path!”

Before dispersing, Officer Tilda and Sanchez get their uniforms back on. Officer Tilda’s radio activates and a female voice speaks, “Patrol Unit 38 report.”

“Dispatch, Patrol Unit 38 was busy dealing with a criminal being illegally sexy. His dick was too hard and we had no choice but to cum our brains out to it. Out.”

“Patrol Unit 38, dispatch understands. Wish he could have fucked me in my tight pussy instead.”

All done just to cap off the whole scene for John. He shakes his head in incredulity.

Both of the officers return to the patrol car, waving to John as he gets back in the SUV. He looks at the the two passengers who weren’t part of his ‘routine traffic stop’ experience.

“So, two bitch cops having their way with me was your first activity tonight?” John makes almost a scowl directed at both Sarah and Felicia, for whoever answers him.

Sarah perks up. “Yup! Wasn’t it fun? I can be any female authority figure at all times. I was unsure what would be the best combination of sex acts, but settled for a titfuck because you hadn’t had one. And then seeing her get railed by own partner, you have to admit I’m good at this.”

“Laura, you’re the best. I guess I’m collecting panties and bras from your body pieces.” John hugs Sarah lovingly, and she comes in for it, with no sexual intent but to feel his embrace.

Up in the driver seat, Felicia speaks. “Consider it a fun mini game. You can trade them in for power-ups or goods. Ooo, you gave me a great idea. With any female cashier or female-run place of business you go to, just hand them a pair of panties for free service.”

Felicia is laughing at the second bit, she’s just saying whatever. John laughs at it too.

Felicia adds. “Let’s get to my home. My other selves need to meet you. There aren’t any other cops from here to there, those two over there keep it clear of other patrol cars.” Felicia punches it and the SUV speeds off to the house.