The Begins

Mary Lou, still beaming at the chance to **** her best frenemy, moved closer to the action for a better angle. Cindy was already being used the next in line, a college boy with a close-cropped beard & expensive sneakers. While his dick was not the biggest, he made up for it in enthusiasm, grabbing a fistful of hair & thrusting aggressively.

"Smile, Cindy!” Mary Lou announced in a sing-song voice. “We want you looking your best when I send this to... oh, I don't know, who first? Your husband? The school board? Maybe I'll just get some copies printed to pass around the neighborhood."

Cindy's eyes widened as it started to sink in that her erotic nightmare might not end at the coffeeshop. “Mmmmph!” she protested, though her words were muffled by the young man’s cock currently fucking her mouth. She pushed him off with a gasp & turned angrily to Mary Lou.

“Don’t you fucking dare! I... I don’t know what’s come over me, but I refuse to let you bully me over– oh!!”

Cindy’s words were cut off by the boy shooting his considerable load into the side of her face, accompanied by a loud groan of pleasure. She turned indignantly to him, only to catch two more blasts of cum squarely in the chin.

“Oh, fuck! Sorry for not warning you, lady, something just came over me when you got all angry like that,” the boy stammered through his post-orgasm haze. “I think... you reminded me of my mom...”

Mary Lou laughed in delight, tapping her phone to start filming another clip. “Aww, isn’t that sweet, Cindy? I bet all the neighborhood boys would love a helping hand from you, I’ve seen them watch you at the pool. I probably only need to send this to one of them for the whole gang to find out.”

Cindy sputtered, overwhelmed by Mary Lou’s tormenting & the cum dripping down her body. “Y...You’re disgusting! Both of you!” she shouted after the boy, sheepishly sneaking back into the crowd after accidentally confessing his Oedipal complex. Two more stepped forward to take his place, & Cindy begrudgingly took them in hand, somehow unable to say no. As much as she hated to admit it, she actually found her latest pair of men to be quite handsome, & became acutely aware of how wet her panties had become.

Mary Lou stood over Cindy, the lens of her phone inches from her face as she gingerly licked around the tip of the first man’s cock. “You know what, Cin, I’ll make the first task easy for you,” she cooed in a condescending tone, the picture of mock-generosity. “My hubby likes to have poker nights with his buddies, & they do get a little rowdy— you know how boys are!”

Cindy gave her the best evil eye she could muster while deepthroating the second man. Based on what a perv Mary Lou was at book club after a couple glasses of rosé, she could only imagine what her husband was like after some whiskey.

“Anyways, he’s always tried to talk me into doing the French Maid thing for him, waiting on them & all that,” Mary Lou laughed. “He bought me the outfit & everything, if you can imagine that! But I told him, ‘No way am I letting that idiot Tony see me dressed up like that,’ you just know he’s going to grab my ass & it’ll all turn into a big dumb fight.”

She paused to adjust the angle of the shot, moving the camera lower to be on a level with the cock sliding down Cindy’s throat.

“You wouldn’t mind playing hostess to them, though, would you? Start with serving them some drinks, then see how else you can serve them,” Mary Lou was barely able to suppress a cackle, here. “And I’m sure you won’t mind if I take a little footage for us to remember it by. Wouldn’t that make for a fun movie night with the girls?”

Cindy knew she was stuck & there was nothing she could do. She closed her eyes & focused on the cock ahead of her, letting her animal instinct take over & tuning out Mary Lou’s mocking words until both men had shot their seed down her throat. She wiped her mouth & turned to Mary Lou, defeated but defiant.

“FINE! Whatever. Just get me out of here.” The crowd of men had dwindled to a small group of mostly voyeurs more interested in watching the debauchery than joining in. Jeannie, watching from the back of the room, gave a subtle flick of her wrist, & the whole shop seemed to lose interest in Cindy & go back to their drinks as though nothing unusual had happened. A bored looking employee wandered into the back room to find a mop for the mess surrounding the sticky soccer mom.

Jeannie patted Johnny on the back from the sidelines. “Nice work, kid! Magic’s pretty fun, right?”

Johnny scratched his head. “Yeah, that was cool. I just realized that I didn’t get my dick sucked, though...”

“If you’re still interested in Cindy, I bet Ms. Mary Lou over there can help you out! She seems to have quite the influence on her.”

“Hey, c’mon, I have magic powers now! Surely I shouldn’t have to borrow a sex ****.”

Jeannie laughed. “I’d say we just watched Mary Lou learn a little spell of her own. After all, what is magic but the application of **** & the leverage of interest?”

“That seems like pretty high praise for blowjob ****, don’t you think?” Johnny asked incredulously.

Jeannie shrugged, clearly uninterested in Johnny’s definition of magic.

“Anyways, Johnny, nice work on your first mission. Anything else you need here, or should we hit the road?”

Johnny closed his eyes to think for a moment before opening them with a smile. “I got it,” he said. “Let’s...”

Where do Johnny & Jeannie go next? Is there more mischief to be had in the coffeeshop? Do they follow the two women to see what Mary Lou has in store for Cindy? Or is there another place ready for their twisted brand of mysticism? Comments, requests, suggestions, & new chapters appreciated & encouraged!