Jim Stranton walked down the park sidewalk in his Italian business suit, taking care that he didn’t step in any puddles in his new Armani loafers. He checked his phone, making sure that he was on time for his business lunch, when a man in shabby, stained clothes approached him with open hands.

“Anything you can spare so I can buy something to eat, man?” he said, one eye wandering.

“No. I don’t support beggars,” Jim said, tersely as he picked up his pace.

Jim rounded the corner and walked down the path through the park that connected to the business district. He hadn’t gone far when a lilting melody reached his ears, interrupting his list of mental notes for his meeting. He turned his head, his gait slowing down just a little.

Up ahead, under an overpass, was a musician playing a long silver flute. She sat down on a simple stool and wore a long, flowing silk dress that accentuated her heavy build in an attractive, elegant way. Her long, golden brown hair was combed to one side, and she swayed slightly while pressing her plump lips to the mouth of the flute. Her instrument case lay open at her feet, dotted with stray notes and coins.

Hmmph. A busker. Really just another form of begging, Jim thought. He had to admit, the woman was rather talented, and he found himself pausing, watching her delicate fingers tap down the flute, her lips teasing and puckering with each note. Jim watched as the music trilled up and down…in and out…

The woman noticed Jim, and her blue eyes twinkled. She fixed her stare on him and played small, teasing couplet notes, almost enticing him to come closer.

Jim didn’t take his eyes off hers as he stepped forward. He let himself admire her music as his hands fished out his wallet and dropped a hundred-dollar bill into the instrument case. The floutist smiled at him with her eyes, and he felt a floating sensation. Soon he was walking down the path again, confused why he was suddenly five minutes off schedule.

Krystal made her way through the park, instantly regretting her choice to wear her Prada heels for her walk across town. She knew her husband would get home in the mood for love, and she was dreading it. He’d do the same old routine, get himself hard and cum as fast as possible, typically letting her get herself off in the bathroom when he was done.

Whatever, she certainly didn’t marry the big jerk for the sex. She glanced down at her 22-carat diamond ring. The money more than made up for the bad sex.

As she walked by the park overpass, she stopped as she heard the most compelling music coming from a flute. She slowed down and eventually stopped, her head twisting around toward the source of the irresistible sound.  Under the overpass was a floutist playing a gorgeous tune that amplified and echoed against the tunnel behind her. Krystal walked forward, a smile on her lips.

The music was beautiful. Something about it made her feel light and floaty. She watched the large woman sway her body to the beat, and Krystal found herself swaying with her. The woman looked her over with her blue eyes, trilling the flute up and down…up and down…

Krystal stared, fascinated by the ethereal music coming from this powerful artist. She sighed in admiration. Something about the teasing, flicking notes made her feel warm, made her feel good. She let her shoulders slump, completely unconcerned by her hardening nipples that were poking through her blouse for everyone in the park to see.

The woman smiled with her eyes and Krystal smiled back. She felt her hand move to her wedding ring, twisting it off her finger. She dropped it in the open instrument case, her eyes never leaving the woman’s beautiful lips. The woman gave her a wink and continued her music. Krystal turned and started walking back to her house. Her nipples were tingling, and she had a sudden urge to get into bed with her hot, body-builder neighbor.

Ben stumbled through the park, dead tired from his shift washing dishes at the corner deli. He wandered down the park paths, looking forward to another evening of chilling at home alone before he woke up for classes and work the next day. Working his way through grad school was hard enough, he had absolutely no time to spare for socializing. 

He stopped in his tracks as beautiful music filled his ears. He glanced around and saw a large woman in a silk dress playing a long recorder, her red lips puckered around the mouth piece. The shaft of the instrument hung straight down between the woman’s plunging cleavage, her fingers dancing over the holes. She turned her blue eyes to Ben, and he felt his body walk over to her. She smiled at him, playing a slow, lilting melody that made Ben’s eyes feel heavy and his head sleepy.

The woman rose up, never taking the recorder away from her mouth. She wiggled her eyes down at the music case filled with wads of cash and expensive jewelry. Ben nodded, his mouth hanging in a lazy grin as he bent down and closed the case for her. She smiled and played a few faster notes.

Ben felt them vibrate through his cock.

She began to walk backwards, leading Ben with her music. Ben followed, the music case in his hand, not caring to ask where they were going. They walked out of the park to a nearby apartment building. Ben held the door open for the woman who never stopped playing her bewitching melody. He followed her up the stairs to a quaint apartment. As soon she led him through the door, he dropped the music case on the floor and sat down on an armchair in her living room.

The woman’s eyes twinkled, and the music thrummed through his mind. Ben wanted to take off his clothes. The woman’s sparkling eyes told him it was okay. Ben stripped down naked, the music flowing through his erect cock as he sat down again.

Finally, the woman let the flute fall out of her mouth. Ben continued to stare into space, deeply entranced.

“And if you like that,” the woman said, her voice as rich and silky as her music. “Just wait until I use these lips on that delicious cock of yours.” She sank to her knees, her large, soft breasts spreading over Ben’s lap, and soon the two of them were making beautiful music together.