Lady Blu Pt. 3

"I have this fantasy. Mind you I'm not a lesbian. I think D/s is
beyond that. I've never been with a woman other than at college. Or
when I was rilly, rilly drunk. In other words I'm 100% hetero.
Completely normal.

"Anyway, I have this fantasy..." Janey came over to where Joe sat in
his chair and grabbed the arms of it, bending into him. "Lady Blu
comes into my office and looks me right in the eye like this." Janey
has her forehead pressed against Joe's. Eyeball to eyeball. "Have you
looked, really looked, into her eyes? You can see all the way back to
God in there. She's deep. Way deep." Janey paused momentarily overcome
by the visual she'd conjured up.


"At that point it's all over. I'm her's." Janey rolls Joe's chair,
with Joe still in it, back against the wall. "Once she's got me where
she wants me, she puts her leg up behind me, way up, and does the
splits against the wall so that her bare bush is right in my face."
Janey puts her right foot on the top of the back of Joe's chair. "I
can't do the splits thing but you get the picture."

Janey leans her panty-hosed crotch an inch away from Joe's face as she
reaches in to finger herself.

"Imagine. You'd be so close she'd feel you breathing on her lips.
You'd be ready to lick at her first command. But she just makes small
talk. Her pink lips are starting to bloom from your hot breath. Moist.
But you don't dare lick or even kiss them. Lady Blu might walk off and
leave you hot and helpless if you're too eager, if you can't control
yourself."

Joe can no longer control himself. He undoes his fly and starts
pulling his pud as Janey relates her story.

"See, she doesn't need it. She doesn't need you. She just stands there
taunting as she goes on talking about nothing at all. Imagine having
her dripping pussy right in your face and not being able to do
anything about it? It'd be dripping down the front of you. Hell, it'd
be dripping down your chin probably. Right down your face..."

Joe couldn't stand it anymore.

He rushes Janey back to his desk and tears at the nylon mesh covering
her pussy. Just as he frees her crotch from the bonds of her pantyhose
Janey's fingering pays off.

Joe licks at Janey's thick goo as it cums off on his tongue in hot
strands. Issuing so quickly and copiously he needs to stick his face
right in it and suction it up before it falls, wasted, to the floor.

Rich thickly textured globules are expressed in Janey's cum. In the
first few mouthfuls they slithered down Joe's throat as just a trace
of their flavor escapes. Finally Joe holds one of Janey's pussy phlegm
in his mouth on his tongue and pushes it up against the roof of his
mouth as it squishes thin releasing its potent essence.

Janey's powerful taste rips through Joe's brain at the same time her
concentrated scent hits his nasal passages. Rendering its effect.
Turning Joe into a quivering mass of Bitch ectoplasm as he slid into a
puddle on the floor.

Janey thought briefly about pissing on him. He already made a puddle
of himself. It'd be fitting she thought.

But then Blu walked in.