Sandi let her blue silk robe slip off her freckled shoulders onto the floor, kicking it to the side with perfectly manicured feet. Naked, she pulled the clip out of her hair and set it on the sink. She took a quick look at herself in the mirror, aware of how the nipples from her 34DD's were already gorged with anticipation.
She walked over to the middle of the room where the clawfoot tub was. In the background she noticed the shades were wide open, giving a view of the meadow below. The sun was filtering in through the white paned windows. She knew if anyone was out there they could be watching, but she didn't care.
Sandi stepped in the and sat in the empty tub with her knees on either side of the spout. Her hand ran down the chain till it found the rubber stopper and she blocked the drain. Twisting the hot and cold knobs each about a quarter turn she settled back against the cool cast iron.
Slowly the spout began to fill the tub. Sandi watched in amazement as instead of water the tub began to fill with the cum of every cock that she had ever milked, sucked, fucked or jacked off.
She closed her eyes as the mix of white, clear, and yellow tinged fluids covered the bottom of the tub. The warm sticky body temperature goo was engulfed her feet and ass.
She tried to remember how many cocks there had been, and how often she had been on the receiving end of each one. As the tide of cum rose she could feel it against the bottom of her pussy lips. She reached into the growing puddle and took a handful, massaging her calfs, coating her thighs and then rubbing it up against her snatch. She circled a handful around her mound before pushing it inside her wet hole.
All those cocks, she thought. All those years. Could it really have been this much cum? She remembered every boyfriend she had ever had. She learned early on that they stayed much longer if she blew them every morning. She had continued that through every relationship right up until she got married.
She recalled the many times she had sucked off her boyfriend's friends, sometimes while they knew, sometimes while they didn't. How some of them had fucked her, filling her pussy with cum after she had drank too much, or after her boyfriend had passed out.
How some of them had passed her around at parties. Or left her in a back room and took turns fucking her.
How some of them had lived with her, how one of them had married her, how one of them in particular had cheated with her.
Yes, it was surely possible she thought, as the cum level rose to her belly button. With both hands now she lubed her tits, covering them with the semen of a hundred cocks.
She coated her chest, her stomach and under each arm. Maybe a taste, she thought. Using her middle finger she swooped a gob from the pond and wiped it on her outstretched tongue.
"Ooh," she said out loud. She loved the feel, the scent, the smell of cum.
As the milky pond grew higher her breasts began to float. Relaxing her outstretched arms she watched as they floated alongside her tits.
Sandi then closed her eyes and put her two hands to work on her pussy. With her left hand she began circling her pink clit, and with her right spread her tiny lips to let even more fluid gush inside her.
Sandi spread her legs as she tried to force as much cum into her as possible. Her hand was fanning the seed in now, mixing it with her leaking pussy juice.
She leaned back in the tub. Cum was now up to her neckline. The lower ends of her perfect hair was now half buried in and heavy with jism.
Still rubbing her clit furiously she sunk down till her cheeks were under the floating gobs. She stuck her tongue out, tasting the splendid mix, then opening her mouth and taking a swig of the man grog.
As she swallowed it, it came to her, somewhere in this mad mix of semen was Joe's.
He had cum in her mouth, pussy or ass hundreds of times, so there was no way he was not represented here.
With that she took a big breath and dove under. Semen intruded into every open orafice and she welcomed it. It was in her ears, up her nose, covering her eyes, working it's way up into her ass.
She thought of Joe fucking her till his cock was soaked with her fluids, then pulling out and entering her waiting mouth. She loved that moment, that taste, that sound.
And as her own fingers found her 'G' spot she felt herself cumming.
"Oooh my God," she said aloud. As her body convulsed she felt herself begin to squirt. Her pussy juices flowed into and became part of the tinged mix.
"Sandi!," Mr. Harvey shouted. "What is going on here?"
Sandi opened her eyes to find her boss standing over her desk. She felt her wet hand between her legs, under her wet skirt, on her wet office chair, that was rolling on the wet floor.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Harvey," she replied. "It's been another one of those weeks."
Mr. Harvey walked over to her door, shutting it and locking it. He drew the shade that set her office and his apart from the others.
As his executive assistant Sandi held the outside office which led to his. She had an idea of what was coming next.
"I thought we discussed this," he said sternly. Sandi watched as the owner of the company removed his suit jacket and carefully hung it up. As he walked over he tucked his tie into his shirt like a gentleman about to dine.
He removed his cuff links and rolled up his monogrammed sleeves as he continued to admonish her. "Now someone has to clean this mess up."
Sandi watched as the thin seventy year old CEO dropped two yellow tablets on the floor in front of her chair. He rolled her chair back slightly and kneeled down between her legs. She watched as his grey balding head made its way down to the wet floor, lapping up the squirt residue from her orgasm.
After licking the floor he worked his way to her shoes then up her legs until he was between her knees. He held out one hand and Sandi put a pair of scissors in them.
With one snip her panties were open at the seam, and she felt his weathered tongue against her pussy lips.
Sandi had only begun fucking her boss a few months ago, after Keith had cheated on her yet again. Prior to her giving in he had in been chasing her for years with the promise of cars, an apartment, and jewelry.
The trouble was by the time he caught her time had caught him, and while the spirit was willing the body rarely was. But he had found other ways to achieve his goals.
Joe knew she fucked him sometimes and was fine with it. In fact he liked the stories so she let it continue. Four pay raises didn't hurt either. Mr. Harvey knew she and Keith were troubled but knew nothing of her and Joe.
After a few minutes of him wandering between her thighs it was "go time."
"Get in the shower," he said, as he reached for his cell phone.
Mr. Harvey's office was much more like a high end suite than office. It had a full bath and shower, a bar, a kitchenette and a parlor room with a big leather couch.
She entered his office and began to disrobe as Mr. Harvey's call connected.
