Soak

Maybe it was because she was tired, or the cocktails she had earlier in the evening. Maybe the little devil on her shoulder had tied and gagged the angel for the night. But whatever damage was done was done. Lois stood up and carefully climbed back into the tub—carefully because the cum, now perhaps ten inches deep, was slippery.

And, as Lois carefully lowered herself down into it, surprisingly warm.

She ran a toe under the faucet, feeling the pleasant heat of the syrupy jism. It was about body temperature, if she had to guess. As if it was being freshly ejaculated. Not enough to raise a pleasant steam like hot water, but warm enough that Lois could slide down, letting the level of the liquid slowly rise...

Her tits stood out like two islands, slowly being devoured by a white sea. Lois had to raise her chin up a little...normally, a tub with a like amount of water in it would make her more buoyant, but cum was denser, heavier...she ran her hands through the sludge at the bottom where the heavier, colder sperm had settled down. She chuckled a little at the thought of it, as she closed her eyes and soaked it in.

No queen in history had such a bath. It was a whore's nightmare, more emen than most women would see in a lifetime, all at once. How many thousands of ejaculations would it take to fill a tub like this? Lois imagined all the lonely men and boys, jerking it in their toilets and showers, humping their sinks, spending their seed down the drain...and all of them drawn, by some terrible **** here, to this pipe, to her bath, all those lost cumshots brought forth to get one last chance at their purpose...

If she didn't have her pills in check. Lois couldn't actually remember if she had any birth control at the moment...but it was the moment that was all that mattered, and she was lost in the fantasy of being the locus of that onanic web, the secret goddess that so any had sacrificed their sperm to. Maybe it was happening, right now, she thought. An invisible impulse, a collective call picked up by those receptive pricks. Thousands of men, masturbating at once int heir homes and public restrooms, an image of naked beauty in their mind's eye, a target without a name...and it was her.

Lois' right hand found her clit. It was harder to move in the cumbath, it was that dense—and the level had risen up to within a couple inches of the edge. Sighing, she reached out with one sticky foot to adjust the dial...and then a wicked smile crossed her face as she turned the spigot off and the shower on.

A hot, wet salty rain hit her face. She stuck out her tongue to catch it, and felt her nipples slip underneath the rising tide of cum. The bukkake shower ran down her face, in her hair...Lois smiled at the thought that she must look like a fresh-glazed donut...all the tiredness and **** of the night seemed to catch up to her as Lois abandoned herself to the warm liquid heat all around, the pitter-patter of the splooge rain a gentle melody, and she slipped a little lower, so that her chin sank under the top level of the jizz, face slowly sinking into the liquid white heat...