Bill sat on the toilet, nearly in tears. No matter what he tried it seemed this cursed app wanted to torture him.
He looked down and watched cum slowly drip from his pussy into the toilet. He still felt warmth emanating from his vagina and he felt shame for enjoying it. He needed to figure out a way to fix this, but he was afraid to try again until he had more time to think things through. He’s have to accept the current state of things until he could figure out a way to fix everything without just screwing it up more. He cleaned his snatch and stood up. He looked at his watch. It was nearly 1pm. He had to get Abby to the sitter so he could get to work, as his shift started at 3pm. Sticky, he exited the bathroom, ignoring the scent of wet pussy that rose from his crotch.
Later that day Bill was standing in the parking lot of the local police station. It was time for his shift. He was waiting for his partner Roger to pick him up to start their shift. His partner was a well built African American in his early 30s. The patrol car pulled up and Bill hopped into the passenger seat.
“Hi Roger,” Bill said. Roger only grunted in response as Bill fastened his seatbelt. Roger navigated the car out of the police department lot and began their patrol. The two sat in silence for the first hour of their shift, slowly driving around the city waiting for calls. It was a slow day.
Eventually, Roger pulled up under an overpass in a quiet part of town without much traffic. Grunting, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his penis.
Bill’s jaw dropped. Roger looked at him sternly. “Suck it,” Roger commanded.
“What?!?” Bill gasped.
“You know the deal. You keep me happy and I don’t tell anyone about the secret honey pot you got tween your legs.”
“But...” Bill started to say, but Roger’s strong arms were already guiding Bill’s face towards his crotch. Instinctually, Bill took the tip in his mouth, feeling the fat rod harden. Something about the changed reality had made Bill an expert cock sucker.
After a few minutes Roger grabbed Bill’s hair and pulled his head off his cock. Roger got out of the car, clearly expecting Bill to do the same. Bill emerged and Roger forcibly spun him around and roughly takes down bill’s pants, forcing bill forward against the hood of the patrol car. For the second time in the day Bill felt a hard cock enter the swollen folds of his labia and pierce up his slick tight cunt. Bill let his mind go blank and enjoyed the fuck, finally feeling Roger’s cock quiver and then rapidly pull out.
“You tell anyone about this and you’re over,” Roger hissed. Bill slowly stood, his knees shaking, and pulled his underwear and pants back up. He was afraid to use the app, but he was humiliated and ashamed.
“I need to pee,” Roger said, and walked off behind a nearby dumpster. Bill sat in the car and generated a sentence, wondering what he could do with it. It read “You can still feel your partner’s large black cock in your pussy and taste it on your breath.” Bill pondered what word he could change to make things better.