Getting in Tune

Reggie took a sip of his freshly delivered coffee while continuing to monitor Suzie's escalating arousal.

The poor girl had removed her tailored pinstripe blazer and was now openly fondling her volumptious chest to a chorus of wanton moaning. **** for Mr. Trenton's attention, her pink tipped nails roughly groped each needy orb as she juggled aching tit flesh through the confines of their liquid pink silk prison. Below the table surface, young Suzie rhythmically crossed and uncrossed lithe legs within now cum-stained business skirt in an attempt to apply pressure to her overstimulated womanhood. She sensually rocked on plush leather seat with half-lidded eyes to subdue the raging torrent of arousal smoldering in her cunt.

When Mr Trenton suddenly looked up from browsing his mobile device to make eye contact, she immediately convulsed in an earth-shattering orgasm. A resounding 'thud' echoed through the cafe as her sweat-drenched forehead made contact with the solid banquette table. With noodle-limp arms hung loosely at her sides and legs sprawled obscenely beneath cum-drenched skirt, Little Miss Secretary Suzie's parted lips leaked a steady stream of drool to puddle on the tabletop through temporarily sated smile.

Reggie smirked to himself thinking that 'pre mind-fucked' Suzie would have been appalled at such un-ladylike behavior.

He sipped his coffee knowing that this ritual would be repeated countless times in the coming weeks. Suzie would be in constant torment with the conflicting emotions of frustration, lust, and devotion raging in her heart and fracturing her from within. She would eventually succum to her most primal carnal desires, finally devoting herself body, mind, and soul to Gary and Jacolyn Trenton.

Or more appropriately, Master and Mistress.

Thanks to Reggie, Mr. Trenton would remain blissfully ignorant of Suzie's lewd courting rituals and lust-fueled performances. As case and point, he was currently oblivious of his bobbed-blonde's state of post orgasmic respite. He was instead engrossed in trying to get her attention with his smart phone. It seems while randomly searching the inter-webs, he had come across a rather interesting breaking news report broadcasting not far from their current location. As he adjusted the volume and held the screen inches from Suzie's dribbling lips, Reggie could roughly make out what looked like the campus grounds of the local university.

The image of an auburn haired woman covered in all manner of filth was being forcibly removed from what appeared to be a fraternity house.

Fingers bathed in strands of white fluid clung desperately to the front door frame as campus police attempted to pry her loose from the open doorway. Slender legs coated in sticky white residue kicked fiercely at her assailants, savagely flailing beneath brown stained skirt. The campus rent-a-cops finally loosed her taloned grip, restraining her wrists at the small of her back.

"Practice...!", the woman howeled. Her lips streaked with thick white ropes of viscous fluid steadily dripped on once-white blouse now an oozing mess. "NEED MORE PRACTICE..!", she shrieked again before turning to look directly into the camera. Her large bra-less tits hung loose, thoroughly soaked in frat-boy seed. Several monikers such as, 'Cum-Slut', 'Have Cock - Will Suck' and 'MILF', were randomly scrawled on her white-streaked tit flesh and forehead with permanent marker, along with crude pornographic imagery decorating each cream covered globes.

The programming abruptly cut to static before multicolored vertical bars filled the screen with the text 'technical difficulties' flashing below.

Reggie took another sip of coffee when his eyes suddenly narrowed and lips curled low to darken his features. He had been so engrossed in Suzie's cock-courting, that he failed to notice the music playing through the coffee house speakers.

But FUCK did he LOATH this band.....

Reggie felt it was about time for some REAL entertainment.

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At a bar-top table near the perimeter floor to ceiling windows, Terra Winters idly scrolled through the news feed on her mobile phone with growing boredom. She had come to Beans N' Cream with her coworker Sarah about an hour ago for their afternoon 'caffeine routine', as they playfully referred to their mid afternoon treat, but she had not seen her companion for some time and her restlessness was growing by the second. The slightly overweight mother of 3 was a bit older than Terra's 28 years, but she was usually good company and they surprisingly had a lot in common.

And although the small accountant firm they both worked for was fairly lenient in their attendance, with an 'as long as you get it done' policy, she was never one to **** the privilege. But for some reason, at the moment, she really couldn't be bothered.

Rolling her eyes after sifting through yet another article about an orange skinned fuck-tard's most recent act of douchebaggery, she suddenly noticed that the background music went silent.

As if having read her thoughts, the mobile device suddenly came alive to the familiar jingle indicating her office line. Terra simply turned off her phone in response, stood on her favorite pair of closed toe red satin sling backs, and promptly tossed the device to the floor to have it shatter into several unrecognizable pieces.

With a curt nod setting straight banged copper locks to fluttering, she pressed her palms to smooth the front of knee length red leather skirt before pivoting on 3 inch heels towards the small stage set at the far corner of the cafe. Strutting towards her destination with calculated steps, her slender fingers reached to suddenly flushed neck to deftly unfasten the buttons of collared floral print blouse. Her glorious globes of ass flesh danced beneath the glossy skirt fabric with each determined step as she removed the blouse, pausing only to deposit the offensive clothing on the floor before her. With a self-satisfied smirk, she rested dainty left hand on slender waist while extending right heeled foot to step on the discarded blouse as if snubbing out a cigarette. She then casually reached behind to unclip pale pink satin bra straps trimmed in white lace and removed the garment to join the scrapped blouse on the floor.

Her unfettered tear shaped globes fully exposed, Terra loosed an audible sigh of relief before she daintily hopped the single step to the stage to set well proportioned B's to jiggling. Her exposed tits swaying seductively with every subtle movement as she began to rummage among the scattered stage equipment and props. A smile bloomed on pretty lips and stiff nipples poked erect as she located 3 backless stools and positioned them appropriately at the front of the stage. After a little more searching about, she located 3 separate microphones and proceeded to place them in various positions around the seating arrangement. She activated each microphone with an audible squelch reverberating through the cafe before settling herself at the stool on the far right facing toward the crowd. Smiling brightly, she bent stiff-backed at the waist to rest taught tummy on the cool metallic stool surface, prompting a wave of goose flesh from base of red painted high-heeled toes to tips of fleshy pink erect nipples. Terra then reached forward to adjust the microphone level with her luscious red hued lips.

With her pendulous breasts on full display from her hunched position and plastered-on smile showcasing brilliant white teeth, Terra patiently waited for the rest of the band.

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Virginia Franklyn sipped at her spoonful of soup while tapping black patent leather high heeled foot along with the catchy beat pulsing through the sound system. 4 empty bowls literally licked clean of the former heavily laden garlic and onion concoction sat stacked on the table before her. Grimacing while forcing down yet another spoonful of the sour mash, she wondered, not for the first time, how a simple stop for directions and MAYBE a latte, (a treat since she had been good all week), turned into a French Onion soup binging.

As if on queue to her musings, Virginia's bowels suddenly lurched beneath the clinging material of her darling little black dress. Not for the first time she wondered why in the HELL she was gorging on a liquid bender MINUTES before a photo shoot. Even the most amateur of models knew that ingesting large amount of liquid before a shoot was an ABSOLUTE no-no, she thought while suffering through another heaping spoonful, careful not to spill any on her designer dress. But here she was, not just breaking, but SHATTERING the first commandment of modeling. And this wasn't just ANY liquid, the uneasiness in her sensitive belly again reminded her with a sickening rumble, but a noxious cocktail GUARANTEED to give her FITS through the duration of the shoot.

"Well, if I land this gig as the spokes-model for a high end luxury vehicle line", Virginia thought as she placed her hands palms down on either side of the soup bowl. "I'll never have to come back to these bumblefuck-wannabe cities in the middle of fucking NOWHERE for potential work", she mused wile craning her neck to lap the soup residue from the porcelain bowl with gentle strokes of pretty pink tongue. Setting the now spotless bowl on the stacked pile with the rest, she reached for her tiny black clutch to freshen subtly applied makeup.

"At least the musics good", Virginia idly thought while using her compact to adjust cultured pearl necklace resting slightly above modest cleavage to accent the tasteful neckline of sophisticated dress. "I LOVE this DMB song", the 24 year old aspiring model thought with a smile while pivoting slender neck to ensure each lock of her elaborate honey blonde coif was still in place. Satisfied that her appearance was 'walk on set' ready, she replaced her compact in her purse before noticing the music abruptly stop.

"Time for my close-up!", the stately blonde sang aloud as she gracefully rose to 4 inch heels with an audible 'CLACK'. Unaware of the impact of the abrupt movement on her sensitive innards, Virginia paused briefly to hunch over and clench her sphincter to suppress a sudden spike in pressure stewing in her abused bowels. Clutching her taught tummy until the wave of nausea receded, Virginia took her opportunity to deftly reach below the knife edged pleats of thigh length dress. Well-plucked brows knit in concentration as she continued her one-handed grope beneath dress hem. Plush lips pursed in a thin line of concentration suddenly bloomed to white toothed smile as she clasped then extracted a wisp of lacy black fabric down long smooth legs to pool at high heeled feet. Virginia took a moment to run manicured fingers to straighten dress pleats before bending at locked knees to collect her panties.

Her padded bum inches from the floor, sapphire blue eyes went wide with shock as a crimson tint suddenly painted creamy white skin from base of chest to the lobes of pearl studded ears. Virginia's traitorous rectum took the opportunity to relieve the toxic fumes roiling in her gut through a trumpeting fart.

Thoroughly humiliated, the now crimson skinned blonde quickly retrieved panties and purse before shuffling towards the stage with tiny mincing steps and eyes locked on the floor. She paused only to deposit lacy panties on the tabletop of a handsome young man sitting in the crowd before carefully stepping on stage to join her topless red-headed companion.

Virginia positioned herself with plump bottom facing the crowd before the left most stool before bending forward to rest rumbling tummy on stool top similar, but opposite to Terra. She then reached behind with left hand to flip pleated skirt hem and expose her glorious bare bottom to the crowd of female patrons while her right hand fumbled towards the microphone at her side.

Virginia's wide toothy smile matched her partner Terra's as she placed the microphone inches from her tightly puckered anus above rapidly moistening sex below.

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Reggie grabbed Virginia's black lacy panties from the table top, taking a moment to appreciate the mixture of perfumed musky scent gathered from veiling her sex before heading towards the small stage.

Once on stage, he sat himself at the smaller stool centered between the two precariously positioned beauties. Not wanting to be cruel, he extend the index and forefinger of each hand and took a moment to insert the digits in Virginia's eager wet mouth. The blonde pseudo-model responded immediately, thoroughly lathering each finger with an enthusiastic tongue bath. Reggie reluctantly withdrew his spit soaked fingers with an audible 'POP', leaving a tensile strand if saliva from his fingers to her glossy lips.

Reggie scooted forward on his chair, extending both hands to hover fingers before the entrance of Virginia's tight glistening fuck tunnel on his left, and Terra's cute pink cunnie on the right. Both women squirmed in anticipation as Reggie stroked the folds of both eager entrances before unceremoniously plunging his fingers through veiled flesh curtains into the depths of their womanhood.

Virginia's amplified fart reverberated from the microphone, echoing through the coffee house to gather the attention of all the female patrons.

"Oh....Oh....OH......OHMYFUCKINGAWD....!", Terra sang through her mic at Reggie's invading fingers' prompt. She continued to sing her chorus through Reggie's internal probing, accented by the steady beat of Virginia's percussionistic farting.

Now having the audiences attention, Reggie extracted his fingers from the human instruments at his side. The microphones continued to pick up Terra's heavy panting through lolling tongue and parted lips and the occasional release of tainted gas from Virginia's violated sphincter as Reggie took a brief intermission. Reggie took a moment to wipe the accumulated stimulation coating both hands on Terra's tight leather skirted ass before making a show of cracking his fingers towards the onlooking crowd. He pulled the third microphone closer to his lips as he once again prompted Virginia to lather his 'picking fingers'. Smiling wickedly, Reggie again scooted forward to position slobber coated fingers above now twitching pussies before addressing the crowd.

"Any Requests.....?",