Mandy keeps sucking you off

The trip is quick, and the ride-share car smells like multiple Black Ice air fresheners killing even the smell of your sweaty crotch, your pants on the floor so Mandy can slobber all over you for the duration. You insisted that Jenny sit in the middle seat between the two of you, and you love how much she's hating it. You'll get your cock in her tight-lipped little face soon enough, but right now her sister Mandy is working overtime.

With Mandy's face in your lap, her body stretched out across her sister, you can look to your left and see right down the back of her shorts. Her tiny pink thong matches the bikini top she's wearing. The knots that hold the top together are right there in your lap, one on her neck, the other on her back. Though Mandy volunteered - actually kind of begged - to go down on you, she never said you could take any of her clothes off, and it's not the Naked Universe, it's the BJU.

The driver's voice shakes you from your attempt at inner debate, "how's the temperature back there? Is the music too loud?" You see her pretty blue eyes waiting for your answer in her rear view mirror.

You should be able to get away with this. You grab the strings of Mandy's bikini top and pull. You slide her top out from under her and toss it out the window. You can feel her hard little nipples rubbing against your thighs as her soft, warm breasts squish against you.

"Put your foot on the gas, driver, and turn around so I can see your face." You see worry in the driver's eyes but she follows your instruction.

Mandy has started moaning, clamping your dick, licking your shaft inside her warm mouth, and pushing her tits against you with her hands. She's begging for you to cum with as much of herself as a seat-belted, back-seat blowjob will allow.

So you slide the palm of your hand under Mandy's little tit, and gently lift the sweet little cock guzzler off your throbbing dick just in time to fire multiple spurts of hot jizz into your ride-share driver's unsuspecting face. Cum globs swing from her eyebrows and dribble down her and the car just drives itself while she's turned around to face your still spurting penis.

With her mouth shut tight, she blows outward, rippling her lips to get the jizz off of them, but you blast another load in her eye and say "lick it off your lips and swallow it." Her hands are still holding the wheel as she follows your orders, but the car is being parallel-parked in front of the restaurant basically on its own.

"Later!" you call to her as you exit the vehicle.

Inside the restaurant, you follow a cute teen hostess in tight black pants to the table where the McSluttersons are waiting for you. The large, round table is set for five, so you sit in the middle of the three open seats, leaving the ones to your left and right for Mandy and Jenny. You grin at the girls' parents as they smile awkwardly and sip their wine.

You're about to decide which of the three women at the table you want on your dick next when a waitress shows up at the table. Along with her is a manager, and from the face she's making, it looks like she's about to give you some bad news.

"Hello folks, my name is Kiki and I'm a manager here at the restaurant." She pauses a moment, considering her words, "I hope you're enjoying the chardonnay?" The McSluttersons nod. "Well I don't know if you're familiar with our policies, and you seem like a lovely family, but I'm afraid we'll have to ask the young Miss to put on some more clothes."

Jenny looks smug. "Glad somebody finally sees reason today."

"Yes ma'am, we appreciate that we're located close to the beach, but we also do require shirts and shoes in our..."

"The fuck you do! This is the BJU!" You stand straight up from your chair, your pants still unzipped from your backseat ride-share blowjob, and your dick, half-hard, is level with the top of the table.

Kiki the manager doesn't even blink. "Yes sir, it's true that pants are not so much a strict requirement, but..."

"What's a requirement in this BJU is whatever I say is a requirement!"

"Of course, sir, but only with regard to Blowjobs and Blowjob-related activity, so as long as we're..."

Mandy stands up and speaks for herself. "So I can keep my shirt off as long as I'm suckin' his dick?" You can't help but smile at the little nympho, her pointy brown nipples hard as she defends her position.

"Technically speaking, yes ma'am."

"Okay well then leave me alone cuz I was just about to suck him off." Mandy glances at you, like she's asking for your permission. The way she's handling things, you're not planning on stopping her. She asks the manager one more question. "So, anything goes if it's blowjob-related stuff, right?"

"Yes ma'am." The manager looks a little more hopeless than before.

"K, well, ya know the floor in here is pretty uncomfortable to kneel on." The manager doesn't answer, but narrows her eyes at the topless teenager. "Could you hand me your shirt, please, Miss Manager Kiki, so I can kneel on it while I suck him off?"

"Of course, Miss." The manager unbuttons her black dress shirt, scowling at Mandy. Mandy and Jenny's parents just keep sipping their wine. The manager's got pretty big tits under her work shirt, though her big, thick support bra covers them up for the most part. Mandy takes the shirt and folds it up into a little rectangle, which she lays at your feet. Then she kneels on it and you sit back down in your chair.

Looking up at you, her face next to your crotch, the cute little teen asks, "you want me to go down on you now? I might do an even better job if I had some more knee padding, though."