Then the make-up man was standing over her face. She saw his hands on his belt, saw his trousers drop toward her. He was wearing a pair of tight bikini underpants that molded intimately to his impressive dong. He skinned them down, and his dick leaped at her face like a snake. It was as long as Peter Sandier's prick, but skinnier. It was uncircumcised. She watched as the foreskin drew back to reveal the purple head.
Karen licked her lips and swallowed, which was hard to do with her head tilted so far back. If it hadn't been for the headrest supporting her neck, she never could have done it.
"Come to me," she croaked. "Come to me." She pursed her lips and reached for his swinging pecker as it neared her face. She drew the tip to her lips, urged him closer, then let her lips encircle the cylinder of his pecker. After capturing the pole with her mouth, she reached back farther, clutched his hips, and drew him toward her. She let his prick slide into her mouth, and right down her throat. She swallowed his cockhead. It was easy, once you knew how, to take dick all the way. Then his harsh hush was scratching her face.
"Sonofabitch!" the man screeched as he gazed down at her.
Karen's throat spasmed around his whang. She eased him back until she could clear her windpipe and get some air. She eased him back farther and swirled her tongue around the tip of his prick. She savored his juicy pre-come as she scrubbed his dick with her tongue. Then, spitting his pecker out completely, she laved it with the tip of her tongue, played with it as he watched.
Spread on the make-up chair like some kind of sacrifice, Karen happily licked the tip of the make-up man's hard-on. She still held his trim hips. A reach of her head, and a tug of her hands, and she again had the knob of his cock between her lips. She sucked on the rounded end, stroked it with her velvet tongue, and was rewarded with another hot flow of juices.
Another tug on his hips, and he screwed his dick into her mouth. She urged him forward and swallowed his cock again. She felt it slide down her throat, like a monster sausage. Taking one hand from his hips, she reached down and began to, finger-fuck her gaping twat. Her heavy jugs jiggled and joggled as she shifted and squirmed with total abandon. Her stomach rolled and heaved as she devoured the man's meat.
Changing her grip as she sucked in a huge breath, she curled her fingers around his balls. It gave her a feeling of power to know that, just by clenching her hand, she could reduce him to a whimpering puddle of agony. She didn't do it, of course. She used her hot grasp on his nuts to make him fuck her face. Tugging on his balls brought him toward her, drove his cock down her throat. Pushing away sent his cock sliding out through the sucking circle of her lips.
She began to coordinate his moves and her breathing, so he was always moving in or out of her sucking, slurping, swallowing mouth. At the same time she drove herself mad with her fingers in her seething, sopping snatch. Keeping her own lust up made the cock-swallowing much easier.
The make-up man got the idea and the timing. He gripped the sides of her face with his hands, and his hips began to move in an easy fucking motion. She caught on that he was watching her chest, timing his strokes to her breathing so she wouldn't suffocate. That left her free to concentrate on her pussy.
"Know what else I like?" He asked tensely.
Karen wondered how she could answer with his cock fucking her face.
"I like my asshole played with," he hissed. "I love to have things poked up my asshole pens, or pencils, or fingers, even cocks. Why don't you put your finger up my asshole? Do it, put your finger up my bung. I dare you. I dare you."
Karen didn't need to be dared. The thought of exploring the man's crapper with her finger made her innards writhe excitedly. It was a simple matter to reach behind his balls and find his shitter. With a gentle twist, she worked just the tip of her finger into his tail hole.
"Ooooo yes, that's it," he whispered. His hip-swinging kept the same pace, but became more forceful. He was smashing his hips at her, ramming his hard cock down the working tunnel of her throat. Her lips felt swollen from the friction. "Deeper," he urged. "Deeper, and I'll kiss your gorgeous ass."
Karen augered her finger farther into his brownie. She recalled the exquisite feeling of having the ballpoint pen drilled up her butt just the day before. The memory made her ram her finger deep into his shitty depths.
"NNNNHHHHYEAH!" the man wailed. His had tipped back and rolled. His hips slammed his cock down ha throat. His balls were swinging and slapping her nose with every driving thrust.
Karen's other hand was frantically fucking her pussy, making a gooey, sticky, slapping sound. She was pistoning two fingers in and out of her cunt, while the palm of her hand slapped her cunt with a loud, popping sound.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah," the man chanted in time with his drives. "Coming. Gonna come, gonna come, gonna come come come!"
Karen didn't need to be told. She was familiar with the symptoms now and managed to grab a deep breath before his cock began to pulse and pump. She felt hot jizz burn her gullet. She was mad she wasn't getting to taste the creamy wads. They were shooting right down her throat to her stomach. An inch or more of his lean pecker had jammed past the gate of her swallower. She could fed his dick leaping and jerking and pulsing. She could feel the hot wads erupting from the tip. She could feel the thick globs streaming to her stomach. But she couldn't taste any of it. She could smell his shit as she wiggled and flicked his bung with her finger. His asshole was only an inch from her nose.
She loved it! And she loved it more when he drew out so she could breathe, and she was able to capture the last spurtin with her tongue. She tasted and smelled his jizz before her spit sluiced the last of the delectable fluid away!
Even though his dick was withering and he was trying to pull free of her, she held him close with the finger hooked in his crapper. Gently, she rubbed the lump of his prostate through his shitter wall, and cupped his balls in her hand. She didn't let go until she felt his bowels trying to shit her finger out. Then she relaxed, let her arms hang down to the floor as she caught her breath.
"Oh, you sweet, sweet bitch you," the man sighed. "My God, I'll never be satisfied with Jamie again."
Karen tried to lift her head, but it was too much of a strain. He adjusted the headrest for her. "Why don't you teach him what to do?" she asked.
"Oh, he's kind of a priss about some things. I love assholes. Would you like me to kiss your MC?"
Karen shivered. She felt totally sated, completely drained of lust. But the thought of the man playing with her butt was intriguing. She remembered Bernstein shoving the pen up her ass, and felt her cunt contract.
"If you'd like to. I'd like to watch, though. Could you turn the chair toward the mirror?"
"Sure," he agreed. "I'll do better than that. Here's a hand mirror for you to hold. If you sort of scootch your bottom so you curl up a little, you should be able to see everything."
Karen complied as the chair was swung around so her gaping crotch was aimed toward the big mirror. She clutched the hand mirror in sweaty fingers, and surveyed her sodden snatch. Below it, she could see the dusky rosebud of her bung.
The make-up man dropped to his knees. He stroked the valley of her ass with gentle, skilled fingers. The touch of a fingertip on her winkie made it spasm deliciously, visibly. He blew on her bung. It felt like an ice cube had touched her brownie.
His lips nibbled the white moons of her tail. She felt a hot, velvety tongue stroke her pale flesh. Closer, and closer, and closer to her asshole, and then his tongue brushed her bung! Karen writhed from the incredibly exquisite sensation. Her lust roared upward.
The man stroked her ass crack with his tongue. Karen hunched her butt to give him a better shot at her. His tongue swept her tail valley from end to end, rasped past the rounded, hairy lips of her twat.