The of Mr Cox

Eris hums to herself as the warm water rinses away the cum crusted on her belly.

'What a strange day this has been.' She thinks. 'First that incident with Daddy, then Mr Cox and now with Marcus... All the guys I know seem to be acting weirdly around me. And the thing between their legs... A cock... I can't stop thinking about them ever since I saw Daddy's one this morning. Mhmmm, they look so hard and delicious...'

Her hands move to her breasts, soaping them up and massaging the pendulous globes. Slowly, her fingers glide towards her nipples, tracing her puffy pink areolas before pinching and tugging on the stiff nubs. Eris' thighs rub together as she squirms in pleasure and she lets out little gasps and moans.

'Just now, what I did with Marcus... It was soooo naughty. I almost let him put his cock into my vagina... Even when I was only going to let my husband do that... But it felt so good... Maybe next time, I can just let him rub it again. As long as he doesn't put it in...' Lost in her thoughts, she was unaware of the danger fast approaching.

A loud click signals the opening of the bathroom door. From beyond the frosted glass, Eris makes out a dark, rounded shape, far too plump to be Marcus.

"Hello?" She calls out.

A tremulous voice responds. "Oh, is someone in the shower?"

It was a testament to her blind optimism that it did not occur to her that even a blind person would have known the shower was occupied.

"Mr Cox? Is that you? Sorry for borrowing your shower but Marcus..." Her voice trails off as she wonders how to explain the earlier events.

Thankfully, Mr Cox's reply saves her the trouble. "No worries. There is just one small issue. I'm in a bit of a hurry to go out and I did not expect the shower to be in use. Mind if I join you? I promise I'll be quick."