Let Mandy do anything she wants

"If Mandy wants more knee padding, give her more of your clothes, Manager."

"My name is Kiki," says the Manager, dutifully sliding her black pencil skirt down her legs and stepping out of it. The waitress who's been standing at her side steps behind her and unhooks her bra, but she holds it over her tits to keep it from falling. "I don't think they're interested in my bra, the skirt will make a better knee pad."

Mandy calls out from under the table, "I need the waitress' shirt and pants too, guys!" She strokes your dick just enough to keep you ready, her warm breath on you every once in a while but no mouth yet.

The waitress is a slender blonde with a ponytail, wearing the same apron, white button-down shirt, and black slacks as the others. She looks confused, like it doesn't make sense to her that she reported a customer's indecency to the manager and the result is that they're gonna dress indecently themselves. She looks down at your crotch and shrugs it off though.

Mrs. McSlutterson addresses the restaurant staff from across the table. "First day in the BJU, sweetheart?" The manager Kiki and the waitress, wearing nothing but their underwear and fake smiles, obviously want nothing more than to run from your table. You have other plans for them. As Mandy piles up their clothes to kneel on, you order them under the table alongside her.

"Kiki, you will suck off Mr. McSlutterson, and your dumb blonde waitress who reported Mandy can eat out Mama McSlutterson." The McSlutterson parents look pleased at this new mandate.

Mandy, kneeling on the pile of work clothes, begins to lick your dick up from the base up to the head, tickling with the cool, wet tip of her tongue, each touch a little surprise since you can't quite see under the table. Once the McSluttersons' ministrations begin, they smile a little bit more, sipping their chardonnays with extra satisfaction.

Mrs. McSlutterson speaks first, "I'm so glad Mandy brought you along for lunch, Mr...."

"David."

"Mr. David. I know we've only just met, but it just makes me so proud to see her with someone who makes her happy.

Mandy answers her mother's comment from your lap, your dick now deep down her loving throat. "mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm" she says, and you feel it vibrate up your body as much as you hear it. She's rolling her body slowly, pressing your dick against every part of her insides possible, her hands holding firmly onto your knees.

Mr. McSlutterson nods at his wife's comment and follows up with "I know one day our Jenny will find a nice boy too."

Jenny isn't having this anymore. You've insulted her, stretched her half-naked slut of a sister across her lap while she sucked you off in a car, and even cum on her unhappy face, but apparently the embarrassment of her dad comparing her to Mandy is the last straw.

She rises to her feet and says "A NICE BOY, DAD?! Have you even seen this asshole? Forget about Mandy, she's a filthy whore. Just look at what he did to the restaurant people! Are you high?"

You watch the McSlutterson parents think about it for a moment. Mandy seems almost encouraged by the rant, her slow deepthroat technique starting to speed up, her moaning getting a little louder.

Mrs. McSlutterson looks you in the eye from across the table and says, "you know, Mr. David, I think she's jealous. Everyone's getting head but her." She looks piteously at her upset daughter.

"Everyone's getting head?! Are you insane?! Mandy the maneater isn't exactly getting head, is she?!"

"Oh sweetie, I got it wrong! You're jealous of your sister 'cause you want to eat Mr. David's meat too."

"WHAT?!" She grabs the chardonnay bottle from the table and takes a big swig. "What I wanna eat, Mom, is lunch! But we don't even have a fucking waitress anymore thanks to this asshole!"

Mr. McSlutterson has an idea. "Jenny, hon, you know only one woman can suck a man's dick at a time, really." That's not true. And people are supposedly mostly smarter than you? "Why don't you see if you can help your sister out somehow, be a good older sis."

*THUMP* goes Mandy's head against the table. Everyone hears it, and the whole table is quiet for a second, until she slurps you a little too enthusiastically again and *THUMP* bonks her head once more.

"AAAAAGGGHGGGG!!!" Jenny takes another big gulp of wine.

Mandy slides slowly off your rock hard boner, placing her hand between your cock and the underside of the table, catching it like a catcher's mitt would catch the end of a baseball bat. A smelly, semi-hard, spit-covered baseball bat. Whatever, baseball doesn't even have cheerleaders. You quit getting your dick sucked for one second, and you lose focus completely.

Mandy comes up from the floor and announces to the table, "I think Dad's right. Maybe Jenny can help."

"It's definitely possible for two women to suck my dick at once."

"Not with that," she says, grinning hungrily, "I can handle the dick, it's still my knees."

"The clothes aren't working?"

"They have buttons and zippers and stuff. Can we use something softer?"

"Like you sister's top? No buttons or zippers on that one."

Jenny and Mandy stare at each other for a few seconds before Mandy coldly says, "how 'bout my sister's boobs instead?"

"You wanna use my body as a knee pad?"

You look around the table, at Mr. McSlutterson's look of curiosity, Mrs. McSlutterson's approving smile, Jenny's frowning mouth and perky tits. She doesn't want to, but she's already climbing in place under the table. She lies on her back, staring straight up at your balls and the underside of your dick, and Mandy climbs up on top of her, digging her knees into her sister's boobs.

"Ow! What the fuck kind of blowjob position is this?!"

Mandy licks your dick from the base to the tip, tells her sister to shut up, and takes your dick into her mouth. You feel her rocking unsteadily on her sister's chest. She's not complaining any more though, and neither is Jenny, probably since complaining hasn't done much for her so far.