Celeste Sin and Krystal Davis Get to Know Each Other
Busty blond Krystal Davis sat nervously across from petite Asian tattoo artist Celeste Sin in a cramped back room of the tattoo parlor. Celeste, clad in a tight black tank top that showcased her colorful ink and ample cleavage, leaned back in her chair and regarded Krystal with a cocked eyebrow.
“So, you’re here about the assistant position?” Celeste asked, her voice smooth like honey. “Let me guess, another amateur looking to break into the industry?” Her gaze flicked over Krystal’s petite frame, pausing on her perky breasts straining against a low-cut top.
Krystal squirmed under Celeste’s intense scrutiny. “I…I’ve done some modeling,” she stammered. “Figured I’d try something new. I can properlySan elbow grease and schmooze with clients!”
Celeste snorted. “Doubt that. But I like your spark.” She leaned forward, giving Krystal a wolfish grin. “Tell you what – if you can handle my technique for an hour, the job is yours.”
Krystal gulped, feeling a rush of heat between her thighs. What was this dominant vixen proposing? “Your…technique? I don’t…”
“Watch and learn, darling,” Celeste purred, rising gracefully and moving around the room, purposefully brushing against Krystal’s chair. “It’s all about seduction. Every flick of my wrist, every barely-there touch…”
She demonstrated, tracing invisible patterns on Krystal’s bare shoulder with a fingertip, her breath hot on Krystal’s neck. “Mmm, so soft. I bet the rest of you is just as smooth.” Her hand slid under Krystal’s shirt to thumb a stiffening nipple.
Krystal gasped, arching into Celeste’s touch. All thoughts of the job melted away as lust clouded her brain. “Please,” she whimpered, hips shifting restlessly.
“Please what, baby?” Celeste cooed, pinching the sensitive peak. “You’ve barely begun to feel my technique.” Her other hand slid down to Krystal’s inner thigh, pushing her skirt up.
Krystal mewled,opening her legs without conscious thought. She’d never been touched like this before – so deliberately, so skillfully. Celeste rubbed slow circles closer and closer to her dripping core until Krystal thought she might spontaneously combust.
“You’re so wet,” Celeste breathed. “Guess I was right about you. Ready to beg for more?” She dipped a finger between Krystal’s swipe- soft folds, gathering slick before bringing the digit to Krystal’s lips.
“Taste yourself for me, pretty thing. Show me how badly you want my touch.”
Krystal obediently wrapped her lips around Celeste’s finger, sucking greedily at her own tangy essence. The lewd act made her throb.
“Good girl,” Celeste praised, rewarding her with another aching touch. “You’re going to be such a hit with my clients. Let’s give them a preview, shall we?”
Krystal didn’t have time to ponder the implications before Celeste had dropped to her knees and buried her face in Krystal’s wet heat. She cried out as that wicked tongue delved into her, lapping every last drop.
“Delicious,” Celeste hummed against her. “I knew you’d be my new favorite flavor.” She sealed her lips over Krystal’s clit and sucked, making the younger woman buck wildly in the chair.
Krystal fisted her hands in Celeste’s jet black hair, guiding her head as pleasure spiraled tighter and tighter. “Please, oh god, Celeste!”
“That’s it, let go for me,” Celeste encouraged, thrusting two fingers knuckle-deep inside Krystal’s clenching channel. “Come all over my face like the good little slut you are.”
White-hot ecstasy crashed through Krystal and she wailed her release, thighs clamping around Celeste’s head as she quaked and trembled. Celeste lapped at her through the aftershocks until she was a limp, boneless heap.
“There now, don’t you feel better?” Celeste asked wryly, licking Krystal’s juices from her lips. “Think you can handle a bit of schmoozing after experiencing my technique first-hand?”
