Might as well.

You cast off your now soaked shirt and adjust the water to a hot but comfortable temperature and proceed to step out of the stream and soap up your entire body happily surprised by your flexibility as well as how truly invigorated you feel by the fucking you just received. “Fucking hell that felt good. Why isn’t all of this weirding me out more. My name wasn’t Zoe before, was it?” Once you are covered with soap you begin to step forward when you hear a knock followed by a male voice you instantly recognize as a cop named Frank Edwards, memories flash of him arresting and fucking you on several occasions. “You in there Zoe? Your anklet alarm went off.” You hear his gruff voice call out, “I’m coming inside.”

“Shit, I’m in the shower.”

“Damn it Zoe. You know you aren’t supposed to soak it, we both know your drain is shit.” You look down and yes you are standing in water and the ankle bracelet is blinking.

“Oh shit my bad. Let me get the soap off and I’ll get out.” The curtain gets pulled open and you see a rather military looking man in his 40’s wearing a button up sort of brassy yellow and blue plaid shirt under a very old black leather jacket, dark blue jeans, and black steel toe tennis shoes. He has a badge on a chain around his neck and a pistol in hand, pointed at the ground. You put your hands up, “Don’t shoot.” You say giving him an innocent look.”

“Get out I have to see if I can reset it or if I have to take you in.”

“But I’m all soapy.” You protest, He says nothing, “Fine.” You climb out.

He closes the toilet seat, “Sit down, give me your foot.” You do as you are told. He grabs a towel and dries it off. A few minutes later the flashing light stops flashing. You can’t help but grin and it sort of feels nice to have him holding you tightly.

“Are you going to punish me?” You ask. Then think, ‘Wait do I want him to fuck me.’

“I’m not fucking you Zoe.” He states flatly.

“Fine I’ll just suck your dick. Sorry I made you come over.”

“It’s fine, just try not to be so stupid in the future.” He says, but does indeed open his pants and lets you pull out his cock. Carl’s was fatter for sure, but this cock is obviously bigger, easily 8” long. You lick and slurp, fondle and suck his balls, even let him fuck your throat. He seems to last forever but it actually tastes great. You eventually coax out another impressively large spurting spray of cum that you simply suck down. You then bend over the edge of the tub and turn off the water.

“Damn it almost overflowed.”

“Not fair Zoe. You know I could get fired for this.” His hands mostly encircle your waist and his cock fills your tight ass.

“Oh wow straight for the ass.” You grunt as he bottoms out slapping you in the womb. “God you are so big.”

“Yeah I don’t have time to give you a proper fucking and I can’t resist this ass. I don’t know how you do it buy you are always tight as a vice. Oh fuck this is good.” He grunts a little as his speed increases.

You have to hold the tub so your head doesn’t go under as really starts hammering into you, “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.” You are squealing again when suddenly he grabs your hair and pushes your head under the water. Your hands flail as panic sets in and you can’t help but think you are about to die. The fear gets massive amounts of adrenaline pumping which mixes with the pleasure signals the fucking is causing. Then it hits you, the panic is causing you to clench your ass like a vice and he fills your ass with cum. You sort of yell and water flows in. As the light dims he yanks your head back and he squeezes your body forcing out the water. You flop on the floor coughing and spitting.

“Remember that next time.” He puts his face in yours and grabs your chin. “Damn, I’m sorry I was going to kill you to make sure you never told anyone about what really happened, but your ass is just so fine I couldn’t go through with it. I know I got the judge to give you a week in house arrest but if you fuck up with that ankle bracelet and wind up in jail I’m just not sure you won’t try to cut a deal. You’ll remember this right?” He asks staring into your eyes.

“You know I won’t tell anyone Frank.” You say, “I won’t fuck up again I promise. It’s only three more days, I swear I’ll be good.”

“Good girl.” He stands up and you lie there panting softly till you hear the door to the outside click closed.