Command Mandy to Please their Guest.

Courtney thought for a moment, tapping at her chin, before she smirked and turned to Mandy.

“Oh Mandy, I’ve got just the task for you.” She said, and Mandy gulped in reply.

“Visi…” Mandy replied.

“You made poor Robert so hard from just seeing you. Go on and give him some relief with a handjob.” Courtney cut her off and commanded.

“I…” Mandy said.

“Y-you don’t have to do that Mandy!” Robert replied, looking to Mandy to try and usher her to resist.

Despite his words, Mandy begun to walk to the bed, her hands reaching down and grasping at the waistline of Roberts boxers.

“Mandy, you don’t-“ Robert began.

“It’s not me… I can’t stop myself…” Mandy explained, and Robert looked down to see Mandy’s arm shake as her gloves moved her hands for her to take hold of Roberts hard shaft. The fabric of her gloves was somewhat cold, sending a tingle through Roberts shaft as she grasped it before it settled.

“Ahhh… Fuck… Mandy that’s…” Robert muttered as he felt Mandy taking hold of him, and then her hand began to lift up his shaft before descending back down and repeating the motion again and again. Her other hand planted itself beneath the first, letting her hold the entire shaft in her grip so no part was left intended as she begun to stroke it up and down.

“Is… Is it good?…” Mandy asked, watching as her hijacked hands massaged Roberts member in a slow and tender motion. She was doing this against her will, the uniform was forcing her she told herself, but still she did kinda hope it was making Robert feel good…

“Yeah… it does feel good.” Robert admitted as Mandy’s gloved hands kept up their stroking.

“See? It feels good to be honest doesn’t it?” Courtney chimed in, waltzing up behind Mandy.

“Vi… Nghhh… Courtney… Don’t make her do this.” Robert pleaded in a groan as his shaft twitched under Mandy’s tender touch.

“Why not? Do you want her to stop? Do you really want her stop? And are you sure she wants to stop?” Courtney inquired, moving her gaze back from Robert to behind Mandy’s head. She didn’t need to see her face to know her eyes were locked onto that cock.

She couldn’t stop her hands from wrapping around Roberts dick, it wasn’t really her doing this… yet some part of her still wanted to do a good job. Wanted Robert to enjoy her hands massaging him. Wanted to be a Good…

Mandy yelped as she felt hands plant themselves onto her breasts, fingers hooking under her cut off before gently pulling it down to reveal her mammaries beneath, nipples and all.

“C-Courtney?…” Mandy stuttered.

“Shhhh, just be a Good Girl and keep going.” Courtney replied.

Mandy trembled as the wave of energy surged through her body, biting at her lip to try and quell the heat. Every time Courtney said those words… it just felt so right. She didn’t feel the embarrassment of her tits being exposed for Robert to see… only the excitement.

Meanwhile Roberts gaze lingered on Mandy’s exposed breasts, he’d only caught a glance in their initial battle when they had been exposed but up front they were a whole other beast. Perky and rounded, hefty looking but not sagging in the slightest. They jiggled a bit as Mandy kept up her handjob, an almost hypnotic pattern swaying before Roberts eyes.

“Holy shit…” Robert muttered out, and Mandy couldn’t help but blush at the statement.

“Mmmm can’t argue with that, you’ve got such amazing tits, Mandy.” Courtney said.

“I…” Mandy began.

“What do we say when Mistress compliments you?” Courtney inquired teasingly, her fingers sliding over to pinch at Mandy’s exposed nipples, making the woman jump a bit from the stimulation.

“T-thank you…” Mandy replied absentmindedly, her mind trapped in a haze from the feeling of her tits being played with.

“Good Girl.” Courtney whispered into Mandy’s ear, and her legs visibly buckled but remained standing thanks to her dress holding her up.

“I think Robert deserves something a little extra, don’t you?” Courtney inquired some more.

“Like what…?” Mandy questioned back, her gaze lingering down at Roberts cock in her hands.

“Get on your knees and suck his cock.” Courtney commanded.

“Vi- Grrr Courtney no, don’t…” Robert protested in defense of Mandy’s dignity… but he saw a blue blue of motion as Mandy had already dropped to her knees. That maid uniform must be working hard to keep her contained, although she didn’t seem to be shaking as much…

“M-Mandy…” Robert moaned out as Mandy was now kneeling before him, his shaft obscuring part of her face as she brought herself closer. She inspected the head as she kept stroking the shaft in shorter and faster strokes.

“Fuck… You’re bigger than you let on Robert…” Mandy commented, her eyes glued to the member in her grip.

“Mmmmm he sure is. Go on then, Mandy, show him how much of a Good Girl you are and clean that cock like a proper maid.” Courtney cooed, and Mandy’s eyes widened before softening again and her head seemed to melt down to let Roberts shaft slowly push up into her descending mouth.

Robert couldn’t help but let his head fall back, his body growing weak as his cock was sucked on by Mandy’s warm and caring mouth. He knew it was wrong, he knew she was being **** to do this against her will, and yet… he couldn’t deny that looking down and seeing her sucking on his shaft was a divine sight.

Meanwhile for Mandy, she watched as the normally stoic and easy going Robert was wincing and moaning under the press of her lips, under the warmth of her mouth… and it filled her with something she’d not felt in a long time: pride in her sexual abilities. All the time she had been dating Phenomaman, unable to have a real physical relationship because of his alien origins, and how long she’d waited for a real partner as no one else was bold enough to ask out the unreachable Blonde Blazer. But now? Now she wasn’t unreachable, she wasn’t denied the release of her own bodies needs. She could indulge all she wanted, she could do more than make someone feel safe as a hero, she could make them feel good as a woman… as a… Maid…

“Holy… I always imagined you with a dick in your mouth but the real thing is even better.” Courtney commented, watching Mandy’s head bob up and down Roberts shaft. Absentmindedly her hand wandered between her legs, pressing at her uniforms skirt to get to the wet patch that was being formed from watching the sight. She looked down at her hand as she realized where it had gone, then back up to the pair on the bed.

She thought to herself whether she should make them keep going while she watched, or if she should take a more hands on approach in the new followers “education.”