The drinks arrive

There was a crash of applause, a few hearty roars, and more than a few female wolf-whistles to greet Linden’s appearance on stage, and it was easy to understand why. He was simply a very handsome man, with a rangy frame, an angular face and clear blue eyes. He carried a lute with him.

‘Well well,’ said Perrima, although with her mouth once again full of Gorluc’s hard fuckstick it actually came out as ‘mmph mmrm,’ and was followed by a spew of saliva over the big-titted herbalist’s chin.

‘What’s that you said, you filthy slut?’ responded Zalah, now bouncing to a regular rhythm on Ormod’s thick shaft, the greasy pillar of meat pounding into her tight anal passage, with Ormod’s fingers wrapped around the slut-warrioress’ slim, hard waist to riffle at her clit.

‘I said,’ said Perrima, spitting out the heavy, drool-slick tool from her mouth for the second time that evening, ‘well well!’

The gooey accumulation of saliva was now so aggregated in her mouth that Perrima took the opportunity to ride from her knees and lean across the table in the booth. Zalah leaned forwards, her mouth open wide, and Perrima spat the soggy wad of precum and spittle into the Blonde’s face.

As Zalah tried her best to lick and suck the errant concoction of messy fluid into her lips before it dribbled down her chin and escaped, Perrima continued.

‘I happen to know this man,’ Perrima said. ‘He frequents my shop. Quite a demon for the size enhancers.’

This was actually fairly obvious, with a very noticeable bulge clearly extending down the inner thigh of Linden’s tight leather trousers which appeared to end somewhere close to his knee. Tuning his instrument, Linden still hadn’t looked into the audience.

‘I’d never have guessed,’ said Zalah.

‘He likes me to combine them with other concoctions which help him blast a lot of cum, as well.’

‘And I bet you’ve tested them out with him personally,’ said Zalah, leering and finger-fucking her popping pussy, her breath coming out now in ragged gulps.

‘Actually, no,’ said Perrima. ‘He says he’s quite in love with an actress.’

‘We’ll soon break him of that,’ said Zalah. ‘Besides, he was only too willing to give that Lana a dripping wet autograph, what do you think he'll give us if we batter our eyelids and say please?´

At this point, the drinks arrived, the barmaid flashing the occupants of the booth a bright, white smile that contrasted nicely with her brown skin, and placing the tray of drinks down on the table.

‘Four ales,’ said the waitress, ‘two with cum, two without,’

Perrima took a deep swig of the creamy froth of her ale, and, without waiting for an invitation, pulled the young, big-titted brunette towards her and pressed her sticky mouth against the other woman’s. Responding warmly, the hot young slut opened her mouth and allowed her tongue to dive between Perrima’s lush lips as the herbalist passed the gooey fluid into her mouth. Swapping the creamy cum-filled froth between them, their tongues dancing against each other’s, Perrima gathered up the minx by her slender waist and pressed her back against the table.

The girl hoisted her sweet little ass onto the table and hooked both of her platform shoe-clad feet over Perrima’s shoulder as the cuntstruck redhead knelt down and nestled her face inbetween the smooth thighs of the waitress. When the barmaid turned her head, Gorluc was there to present his long cock for her to suck on, which she did with abandon, hammering her head up and down over the spit-slick shaft as Perrima started to slurp and smack her tongue between the wet lips of her labia, holding them apart with her fingers.

At this point, Linden, without any preamble, struck up a tune on his lute and filled the air with a delicate tale of lovelorn lamentation, causing all the women in the bar who weren’t totally engrossed by the goings on in the booth to sigh deeply.