"And, for those lovely, lovely lips, a slightly richer tint," he continued.
"What would you recommend for my body?" Karen asked huskily, wondering whether she could seduce the man or not.
"Well now, since you ask, first you'd need a very light foundation to hide those blemishes say, did you know I do body make-up?"
"You do?" Karen asked, intrigued.
"Oh, yes. I'm called in on a great many X-rated films. I cover up appendectomy scars and stray moles, even stretch marks. It's a whole new field, body make-up."
Karen reached behind her back and unfastened her bra. "What about my nipples? Should I accent them with something?" She teased her titties to full hardness by tugging on them. She saw the make-up man lick his lips as he studied her jugs. Finally!
"Lovely," he sighed. "Just a touch of this, perhaps."
His fingers brushed her nipples. Karen shivered as warmth flowed down from the points. As he pinched and rolled her teats she wondered how queer he really was. Maybe it was a put-on. Maybe he wasn't queer at all.
"But I wouldn't want too much attention on my bust," she purred. "I mean, after all, there is more to a woman than her jugs."
"Oh, of course, of course," the man agreed eagerly. "But I…"
"Why don't you lock the door," Karen suggested tightly, wondering what had come over her. "You can show me how you hide an appendectomy scar, even though I don't have one."
"Well, I…"
"And my-my pussy," Karen murmured. "How can I make my pussy more attractive?" As the man went over to lock, the door, she reached for the fastenings of her skirt. After easing it down, she lowered her panties as well. As the make-up man came back, his eyes focused on the full, lush thrust of her pussy.
"Pussy," the man purred, "pretty, pretty pussy." Then he seemed to recover himself. "Well now. If you had an appendectomy scar how I hid it would, of course, depend on exactly where it was. These days they locate them much lower they call it a 'bikini cut'."
"Where would that be?" Karen asked tightly. She was naked with a man again.
"Right here," he answered. Karen shuddered as his finger traced a light line low on her gut.
"And my pussy?" she moaned, spreading her sleek legs.
"Pretty, pretty pussy," the man sighed. Karen thought momentarily tat he was jealous of her equipment.
"To be truly attractive, your hair should be neatened up a little."
"Why don't you neaten it up? It's very hard for me to see what I'm doing there," Karen pointed out.
"Just trim away a few of these stray wisps," the man said softly, picking up a pair of barber scissors. Karen kit her cunt hair being tugged gently, felt her cunt moistening as hot breath stirred her brown curls. He was leaning down and closer to her snatch. A hand was resting high on the inside of her thigh.
"And then it should be combed out, so it's nice and fluffy," he went on.
A comb tugged through her muff, and Karen licked her cunt drool eagerly. She drew her legs farther and farther apart. Her knees were flung out wide, and her feet were on the seat of the chair, instead of the footrest.
"Got to get this damn thing out of my way," the make-up artist muttered. Karen heard the footrest drop with a thud. The chair began to rise slowly. He was raising it so he had easier access to her snatch. He was also tipping her back so her hips were higher than her head.
"There, that's better. My back was getting sore."
"What about way down, between my thighs?" Karen asked. "Don't they show crotches in X-rated movies?"
"My dear, they get positively gynecological in them now," he answered. "Gynecological. Other openings, too, in fact."
"My pussy," Karen moaned, parting her cunt lips with her fingers, presenting the gleaming hot heart of her cunt. "Do they do anything with the insides of it?"
"N-No," he stuttered. "Oh, my! Oh, you look good enough to eat! Oh, I've just got to do it got to!"
His hands on the insides of her thighs, the man lowered his head toward her twat. Karen shuddered, and forced her legs still wider, until the tendons were stretched and strained. She felt air touch her far up in her pussy. She felt hot breath burn her cunt meat.
Then his mouth pressed into her slippery gash, and her hips heaved up madly. His tongue struck deep into her cunt. She felt it squirming into her tunnel. Her twat flooded with juices, and she felt his tongue scoop them out with long, sweeping strokes.
"Mmmmm, yum," the man purred, lifting his head for a moment. His nose and chin were shining wet.
"More," Karen whispered. "Do it some more, please."
Willingly, the make-up artist dipped his head to her crotch again. His mouth fastened on the juicy petals of her snapper and he sucked. She felt the rippled tatters of her inner lips get dragged in between his lips. She felt her clit being dragged out to the end of its stalk. His lips fastened on that berry, and Karen's hips jammed up into his face.
Clinging to the arms of the chair, her boobs heaving and shuddering as her breathing degenerated to gasps and sighs, Karen thrashed with excitement as he ate her. She felt his tongue strike deep inside her again, felt her body respond with a flood. She heard him sucking and slurping as he ate her juices.
"My cunt," she managed to grunt. "Eat my tilt all up! Eat it all up!"
The man mouth-nibbled his way upward, from her cunt-hole, past her pisser, and fastened on the alert bud. He sucked, and it felt like it was going to pull out by the roots. Grabbing it between his deft, skilled lips, he proceeded to batter the little berry with his tongue.
Karen had the vague feeling she was being beaten to death. Fire lashed through her with every stroke of his tongue on her clit. Her head flopped from side to side. She was coming, coming all over his grinding chin. Her gut heaved and tossed.
And he just kept eating her clit. She clutched his head with both hands, tried to jam him into her cunt. His mouth ripped away from her clit and she guided his mouth to her cunt-hole again. His tongue raped deep into her flooding twat, stirring the slippery, velvety, slimy walls of her shaft. It wan stimulation no cock could match.
His nose was grinding against her clit as he probed her cunt. Karen's hips rolled and heaved and ground against him. The coming went on and on until she was reduced to a shivering, aching knot. Finally she had to get him away from her ravaged crotch. "Enough," she croaked. "Oh, God. Enough, enough, enough."
"I'm sorry," he apologized breathlessly. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me."
Karen refrained from punning that she had come all over him. "It's all right," she panted. "I asked for it, I really asked for it. It was wonderful, just wonderful."
"I haven't done anything like that in years," the make-up man confessed.
"Not your usual style, is it?" Karen observed.
"No," he admitted. "It's just that…"
"Women can do the same things to men that men can," Karen pointed out.
"You mean…"
"Like cock-sucking," Karen went on, becoming the pawn of her wanton lust. "I'm a great cock-sucker. I'll bet this chair can be adjusted perfectly for that, too."
"It can, oh, it can," the man agreed. "That is, if you don't mind being upside down."
"Just try me and see," Karen suggested in a throaty tone. Her mouth was watering at the thought of having a prick between her lips again.
"I'm very clean," the make-up man assured her as he tilted the chair, lowering the headrest until Karen was almost upside down. She still had her legs drawn up and knees spread wide. It was a crazy, upside-down pose that left her twat gaping wide open. A mirror on the wall showed her just how ludicrous the pose was.