Archive of Our Own

The SDN offices were quietest at midnight, in the gap between the end of the late shift and the beginning of the next morning’s. Automatic timers dimmed the lights in the main cubicle farm, the break rooms, the hallways criss-crossing through the building. At this hour, even the cleaning staff had departed, and the offices stood empty. 

“Haaaaahhhh…mmmmmmhhn…yeah, right there, right there, get in there, big boy…”

Almost empty.

The lights in Blonde Blazer’s office were on, the blinds drawn shut, closing its occupants off from the world. On the couch knelt the head of SDN’s Torrance office, legs spread wide, her dress tugged down to her waist to expose her heaving chest. She wasn’t in her superhero form on this night, her amulet tossed aside on her desk, the Blonde Blazer persona stripped away for a night. Mandy braced herself on the armrest, hunched over so that she could get a good look at the man trapped between her legs, ferociously and obediently eating her out. 

“Oh, Robert, you’re doing great,” Mandy cooed, her fingers laced in his hair, holding his head firmly in place. “It’s like you were born to eat my cunt. You’re so good at it…maybe I should make you my personal assistant instead, so I can just keep you in here, eating me out day and night. That sounds nice, doesn’t it? Servicing M - Mommy Mandy at all hours of the day instead of dealing with those degenerates on the Z-Team…”

Between Mandy’s thighs, all Robert Robertson could do in response was groan into her pussy, lapping his tongue against her entrance, suctioning his lips firmly around her clit. She let out another sultry, excited moan, rocking her hips against his face, grinding eagerly across his mouth. Already, she was leaking all over him, covering his face with her slick, which Robert was all too eager to lap up out of her, his hands wrapped around her thighs to guide her as she aggressively humped his face. 

It was a bit of wish fulfillment for Mandy’s sake, doing this kind of thing in the office. Robert had been wary of making things too public when he and Mandy first became an official item, worried that it would have an adverse effect on the Z-Team - one member in particular - if they found out that their two bosses were seeing each other outside of the office. Now that it had been a few months, however, Robert found himself settling into the relationship, and with that comfort came the freedom and desire to do a bit of exploration together. He had to admit that sex in the office didn’t quite appeal to him the way it seemed to appeal to Mandy, but the sheer force of her excitement when he agreed to it overrode any misgivings he might have had about the arrangement. 

As for “Mommy Mandy,” though…that was something else entirely.

Mandy had explained it fairly straightforwardly to Robert, when they first opened up to each other about kinks. Blonde Blazer was a powerhouse, commanding attention and respect from everyone around her just by asserting her presence in the room. Mandy, by contrast, was basically anonymous, both by design and by nature. She felt unbelievably powerful when she wore the amulet, but when it came off, Mandy often couldn’t help but feel exposed. Vulnerable. Thus, she explained to Robert, she tried to embody Blazer in the bedroom in her own way, take control in an environment where she could safely do so. Robert could understand that, and he was more than happy to indulge Mandy in anything that empowered her like that.

Plus, it was really fucking hot.

“Mmmmmghhhh…oh, Robert, God that feels so good…feels like I’m gonna explode…you’d better finish me off good and hard, or else I’ll - I’ll…I’ll dock your next paycheck…”

Not really the sexiest threat in the world, but whatever.

Mandy leaned back, clutching Robert’s head in both hands. She hitched her hips against his face firmly and passionately, and with every grind against Robert’s lips, the pitch of her breathing rose up another step. Her thighs squeezed around his head, and Robert let out a grunt of protest at the pressure, even as he kept up his ministrations, digging his tongue as deep into Mandy’s cunt as he could manage. He slipped his right hand out from under her leg, snaking it between her thighs to press and rub at her clit, and Mandy let out a tightly curled yelp of pleasure at the unexpected intrusion, her eyes rolling back a little as she was shoved further and further towards what was sure to be a thunderous climax.

“Oh, ohhhh, oh my God, Robert, don’t stop, don’t you dare stop,” Mandy commanded, practically bouncing Robert’s head off the couch cushion as she aggressively rode his face, smearing her slick all over him from forehead to chin in the process. Robert wanted to protest the aggressive treatment, but as he looked up at Mandy from between her thighs, her gorgeous face ringed by her shiny brown hair, sweat dripping off of her with every motion, he found the resolve to hang in there until she was done.

Fortunately for his continued well-being, Mandy lasted only a few moments longer before she came, her voice rising up into a shrill, ecstasy-filled wail that rattled Robert’s eardrums, accompanied by a heavy spray of her love across his face, dribbling into his mouth and making a mess of the couch in the process. Mandy slumped forward when the wave subsided, barely catching herself with one arm on the armrest, a fresh layer of sweat beading all across her skin. She reached up to brush a stray lock of hair out of her face, and offered Robert a weary, satisfied smile.

“Phew,” Mandy sighed, looming over Robert, still dripping onto his chin. “You made a real mess of me, huh? You’d better clean up after yourself.”

Robert got the message loud and clear, flattening out his tongue to run it gently across Mandy’s entrance, slow and steady, aiming to lap up as much of her leftover love as he could. Mandy hummed with satisfaction as he worked on her, shifting her hips from side to side on his face, rocking back and forth across his tongue, almost like she was gearing up for round two already. When Robert pulled away, his job done, Mandy instead hopped off of him, rising up on shaky legs in front of the couch. Glancing down, she made a show of dragging her fingers across her cunt and examining them, nodding to herlse.

“Pretty good,” Mandy commented. “You’re a real natural. That felt amazing.”

“That’s what I’ve heard.”

“Oh, I’m sure,” Mandy deadpanned. “Kick off those pants and show me your cock, tough guy. Start stroking while you’re at it. I’ll even give you a little show, since you’ve been so good for Mommy Mandy…”

Evoking her self-granted nickname seemed to deal psychic damage to Mandy, who winced a little as she said it, but Robert followed her instructions nonetheless, shimmying his pants and his boxers down and kicking them both off, exposing his rock-hard cock to his workplace girlfriend. She licked her lips upon seeing it, an uncharacteristically lewd smile crossing her face, and she soon held up her end of the bargain by hitching up her dress and hooking her fingers into the waistband of her torn leggings. Rolling them down, her panties came down with them, and Robert’s eyes flitted straight to her bare, reddened cunt, a fresh wave of arousal beginning to leak out, her inner thighs glistening in the dim light of the office.

“Mmmmm, like what you see, big boy?” Mandy teased, covering her entrance with her hand, shaking her hips from side to side. 

Her gaze fixated on Robert’s cock, throbbing and pulsing in his hand, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she watched him jerk off. She ran her hands down her chest, gasping a little as she flicked at her own nipples in the process, then cupped one hand over her pussy while the other grabbed at her breast, moaning as she pinched her nipple. Robert was captivated by the tease, stroking faster as he ate Mandy up with his eyes. Seeing her put herself on display so boldly, without relying on the boost of self-esteem the amulet’s transformation granted her, was both exciting and endearing. It made him want to pounce on her right then and there, but he endured, eager to empower her.

After a few long moments of teasing, Mandy approached the couch, put a hand on Robert’s shoulder, and knocked him backwards, splaying him out horizontally on the couch the way they’d been situated before. Once again, Mandy mounted him - this time, however, she lined up her hips with Robert’s, her knees digging tenuously into the cushion underneath Robert on either side of him as she took hold of his cock. She pressed her thumb firmly against his tip, and Robert groaned in response, wincing just a little at the bite of her thumbnail indenting into the sensitive skin.

“Hey, careful there,” Robert warned. “Got enough scars already.”

Mandy rolled her eyes at the cheeky comment, choosing to focus on lining Robert up so that she could plunge down onto him, moaning with pleasure as he filled her up. She took hold of Robert’s wrists, guiding his hands to her hips, and leaned over him to smirk in his face as she began to rock her hips back and forth on top of him, stirring Robert’s cock inside her cunt.

“God, this thing is stupid big…” Mandy panted, rising up an inch or two just to drop herself back down on it again. “Bet you’ve heard that plenty of times too, huh? Real proud of yourself, aren’t you?”

“I - I mean, it’s come up once or twice…”

Mandy scoffed, leaning forward to press herself flush against Robert’s chest, her big, full breasts squishing against him. She cupped his face in her hands, and as she rocked her hips on top of him, Mandy engaged Robert in a wet, passionate kiss, her tongue snaking out and making itself at home in Robert’s mouth, effortlessly subduing his own in the process. Robert groaned into Mandy’s mouth in response, his hands clutching firmly at her hips, daring to lift her up a little so that he could do some thrusting of his own. He only managed two or three before Mandy put a stop to it, dropping her weight on his pelvis to pin him back down on the couch and grabbing his wrists to yank them away from her.

“What do you think you’re doing, hm?” Mandy scolded. “Did Mommy Mandy say you could just go ahead and start thrusting on your own?”

Geez…

“N - No, ma’am.”

“That’s right,” Mandy declared, nodding smugly at Robert’s acquiescence. She laced her fingers into his hair, tugging just hard enough to make him feel it, and he winced in response, panting. Hunching down, she pressed her lips to Robert’s ear, panting and gasping as she rode his cock, then took a moment to convey a message to him.

“You’re mine, Robert, you understand?” Mandy hissed, her tongue lolling out so that she could drag it across Robert’s ear and down his cheek, marking him to assert her ownership.

Despite this vulgar display, there had been the faintest warble in her voice underpinning her words, reminding Robert that this was all just play, a bit of a power fantasy on his girlfriend’s part. Still, he had to say that being licked all over wasn’t precisely his favorite of Mandy’s methods for asserting dominance - it mostly just left him feeling a little slimy, like he hadn’t showered for long enough. He made sure his discontent didn’t show through on his face, however, and Mandy proceeded forward none the wiser, securing Robert’s wrists in her hands once more.

“Since you have such a desire to be so handsy,” Mandy taunted, “why don’t you put these things to good use somewhere I’ll actually enjoy it? Like, maybe…”

Robert knew where this was going before Mandy moved an inch, and she followed through on that confidence by bringing his hands to her chest, each palm cupping one of Mandy’s impressive breasts. It was a little shallow, and certainly rather basic, but Mandy’s breasts were one of Robert’s favorite physical features of hers, and being ordered to fondle and grope at them was one directive he could take with gusto. His fingers sank into the springy flesh with ease, his thumbs brushing across Mandy’s nipples and teasing at them like buttons, pressing in and out, turning in circles, quickly and sharply flicking at the nubs with the tips of his thumbs. Having her tits toyed with always had been one of Mandy’s biggest turn-ons, and Robert’s strong, calloused fingers were, by her own admission, the best she’d ever felt.

“Mmmmmmmhhhh…” Mandy groaned, throwing her head back for a moment. “You love these big, bouncy tits, right? Just as big as when I’m in my Blazer form…I’m sure you’ve heard all those ridiculous tabloid reports about them being military-grade implants, as if a bulked-up woman can’t have a nice, big rack in both of her forms…”

Robert could do little but nod in response, but that much affirmation was good enough for Mandy, who leaned in to plant another firm, aggressive kiss on him. Her tongue snaked into his mouth, and he pushed back for a moment before being subsumed, groaning into Mandy as she ran the tip all across the inside of his mouth. He kept his hands busy on her chest all the while, squeezing and teasing at her nipples, finding momentary satisfaction in the way she moaned back into him. She broke off the kiss to mark him some more, dragging her tongue across his jaw and down to his neck, suckling harshly over the artery, and ending her journey at Robert’s collarbones, kissing along their length.

There was something nice about Mandy’s possessiveness, the feeling of being wanted, of being desired so strongly. Sure, she could be a little overzealous with it - those marks on his neck were going to be quite conspicuous in the office tomorrow morning - but Robert didn’t really mind that. Mandy had a tendency to let Robert lead during most of their hookups, particularly when she remained in her Blazer form, and so it was nice to give up control and let her take the wheel, sometimes. For all her insecurity about shedding Blazer’s cloak of comfort, though, domination sure seemed to come naturally to her…

Pausing her bouncing for a moment, Mandy adjusted on top of Robert, bracing herself against his chest as she rose up to a crouching position on top of him, his tip staying entrenched in her all the while. She offered him another hungry, commanding kiss to keep him occupied while she adjusted, then rocked back and braced her hands on her knees, staring down at Robert underneath her. Slowly, methodically, she descended back down, and Robert’s eyes widened as he felt Mandy tighten around him, her inner walls clenching around his shaft, feeling almost like a handjob. He gaped at her, disoriented, and Mandy laughed in response, smirking.

“Feels pretty nice, right?” Mandy prodded, licking her lips. “I’ve been practicing. Neat little party trick, having so much control, don’t you think?”

She leaned forward again, pinching Robert’s chin between her fingers.

“Bet it makes you want to burst, doesn’t it…?”

It did.

“Nnnghhh - Mandy, I’m - nnnnnhhh -”

Mandy’s eyes lit up, widening in excitement.

“Mmmmm, good. Shoot it all into me, Robert. Pump Mommy Mandy full of your hot, thick spunk…don’t you dare hold back. Cum for me. Cum for me.”

“Hrrrrrrrhhhhh -”

Any designs Robert may have had on avoiding Mandy’s decree were thwarted when she dropped the entirety of her body weight on his crotch, and Robert let out a low, rumbling groan as he came, pumping rope after rope of his warm, sticky seed straight into her. Mandy let out another long, loud wail of ecstasy as she came on top of him, her cunt clenching so hard around his cock that Robert feared it might be crushed. But her grip loosened as the wave subsided for both of them, and Mandy slumped forward onto Robert’s chest, the two of them utterly spent. Their sweat mingled together, sticking skin to skin as the pair slowly recovered from their intense climax, and Mandy made sure to plant a softer, more romantic kiss on Robert in the aftermath, her sweaty brown hair cascading around him.

“God, you’re amazing,” Mandy declared, smiling widely at Robert, who flushed a little at the sudden display of affection. 

“Well, uh, that’s office sex checked off the list…” Robert observed. “Anything else you’ve been just dying to try with me?”

The suggestion of more seemed to take Mandy by surprise, but clearly something came to mind right away, as her face flushed, and she seemed suddenly unable to look Robert in the eye. She brought her hand to her mouth, biting at the tip of her thumb, her brow furrowing.

“Um…well…now that you mention it, there is something I’d maybe be -”

“Letting the cat out of the bag a little early, huh? And here I thought Robbie was the quick shot.”

The sudden intruder upon Mandy and Robert’s privacy should have shocked Robert, or at least put him on guard. But the voice that interjected was all too familiar, and all he could muster up in the moment was a groan, clapping his hands over his face.

“For fuck’s sake, Invisigal, how many times -”

“Fuck off,” Invisigal interrupted, scoffing. “And what’s with the code name, huh? Am I only Courtney when I’m being a good little girl?”

“Invisigal, this is inappropriate, to say the least…” Mandy mumbled, seeming rather less mortified to be found in this position than Robert would have expected. She meekly slid off of his lap, and Robert groped around to find any article of clothing to cover himself up, settling on his shirt, to his chagrin. 

Great, walking home with cum stains on my shirt.

Shimmying out from under Mandy, Robert swung his legs off the couch to face Invisigal. She was standing near the door, still swung open - Mandy must have forgotten to lock it when they got started, giving the invisible girl a chance to sneak in when the two of them were otherwise occupied. It was strangely neglectful of SDN’s superior officer, but Robert chalked it up to the heat of the moment, her excitement to fulfill one of her long-held fantasies. Somewhat stranger was that Invisigal was already stripped down to her underwear, a utilitarian black bra and matching panties. 

“So you’re a roaming pervert now?” Robert accused, giving Invisigal a once-over to emphasize his point. “Sneaking around the office in your fucking underwear, hoping to stumble on to people doing private shit?”

“Oh, that’s rich, Mr. I’m Fucking My Boss in the Office After Hours,” Invisigal shot back, crossing her arms. “The two of you are totally fucked. It’s bad enough that you make goo-goo eyes at each other during the day when you think no one can see you. But now I’m gonna be thinking about how your cum is all over that damn couch next time I get called into here to get yelled at by her.”

Invisigal’s accusatory finger found Mandy, who simply stared back at Invisigal with an inscrutable look on her face. If she was going for intimidation, it certainly wasn’t working - not with Robert’s seed dribbling down her thigh, anyway. The brunette pulled some stray hairs away from her face, sighing and shaking her head.

“Kind of feels like we’re all in the same boat here,” Mandy offered. “If - if you just turn around and walk out, Invisigal -”

“Is that what you think I should do, Mommy Mandy?” Invisigal taunted, sauntering over to the couch where she and Robert were still situated. “I can’t believe you make him call you that. Talk about fucking cringe.”

Mandy flushed with embarrassment, looking away, while Invisigal turned her focus to Robert, her eyes clearly focused below the belt.

“I’d figure you’d be on top, Robbie, with that third leg of yours,” Invisigal commented, licking her lips.

Robert rolled his eyes, the hand covering his crotch tightening a little. 

“Alright, Courtney, you’ve had your fun and got your little potshots in, so how about you go ahead and fuck off so we can -”

“Clean up?” Invisigal offered, resting a hand on her hip. “Destroy the evidence? Wipe the security feeds, maybe? The two of you sure do have a lot to take care of, don’t you? And yet…what would you do if an anonymous report was submitted to HR tomorrow about this little illicit affair, huh?”

“Invisigal…” Mandy said, a warning tone in her voice, but Invisigal plunged forward unabated.

“Pretty sure SDN workplace policy prohibits sexual relationships between management,” she continued. “Not to mention the indecent exposure, inappropriate use of company facilities, all those cleaning costs…”

Robert could feel himself paling as the reality of Invisigal’s threat settled on him. All their hard work to rebuild the reputation of the Z-Team, all of Blazer’s efforts to put their branch on the map, to help people, down the drain, all thanks to a poor decision and a bitter employee. The thought made his stomach turn, made sweat bead on his forehead. He knew this was a bad idea from the jump, and now the chickens were coming home to roost. 

Mandy, meanwhile, stood stock-still next to Robert, her jaw firmly set, eyes focused on the interloper in front of them. She tapped a finger against her chin, brow furrowing, like she was weighing something in her mind that Robert couldn’t identify. She squeezed her eyes shut, gathering herself, then sighed, bringing a hand to her forehead.

“What do you want, then?”

Empowered, Invisigal pointed at Robert.

“I want a turn. Right here, right now.”

“What the fuck?” Robert groaned.

“You can’t be serious,” Mandy protested. “After all that -”

“Oh, I’m very serious,” Invisigal shot back. “Practically soaking through my panties just standing here. And, by the way, you’re going to watch, Blondie.”

“Christ…” Robert muttered. 

Mandy said nothing, her face flushing at the very thought. Satisfied that she’d kowtowed her supervisor, Invisigal looked back towards Robert.

“Final offer. Take it or leave it.”

You fucking nightmare.

“Robert, let’s just -” Mandy started, but Robert held up a hand to cut her off.

“Fine. I’ll do it.”

Mandy fell silent, her jaw hanging open. Even Invisigal seemed more surprised than Robert expected, and her lips twitched, like she was about to burst out laughing, having successfully trolled Robert into indulging her. The look she shot Mandy after, though, had an altogether different energy to it. Something like…

Victory.

“Glad we could come to an agreement,” Invisigal declared. “Take a seat, Mommy Mandy. Robbie, sit up and get comfortable.”

Annoyed but left without any other option, Robert once again followed his partner’s orders, pushing himself up to a seated position in the middle of the couch. Mandy squeezed in next to him, her face beet-red, pulling her knees to her chest so as not to brush against Robert. In front of them, Invisigal vanished, and Robert jumped in surprise when he felt her clamber on top of him, reappearing just as she pressed her lips to his, wrapping her arms around his neck. She laid herself across him, rubbing her modest breasts against his pecs, spreading her legs to grind herself on his still-covered cock, giggling girlishly when she felt him twitch against her.

“Don’t worry, big guy…” Invisigal purred, adopting a more sultry tone of voice than Robert had ever heard come out of her mouth as she slipped down between his legs, leaving his crotch level with her face. “Mommy Mandy might be a selfish little dictator in the bedroom, but I’ll give you exactly what you want…”

Robert wound himself up to defend his girlfriend’s honor, acutely aware of the hole her gaze was boring into the side of his head, but any chance he had to speak up was thoroughly snuffed out when Invisigal tore his shirt away from his crotch and took hold of his cock, pinching her fingers around his base and stroking slowly, firmly upwards. The sudden sensation firmed him up instantly, and he nearly rose off the couch in time with Invisigal’s upwards tug, his body shaking with sensitivity-enhanced pleasure. Invisigal’s eyes crinkled when she smiled at his reaction, her features softening in a way Robert didn’t know they were capable of. 

“Heh, you like that, huh?” Invisigal teased, wrapping her fingers around Robert’s cock to jerk him more steadily, pulling from base to tip, ghosting her fingers across his sensitive head, teasing her thumb nail against the spigot from which his pre-cum freely poured. His legs quaked around Invisigal, his toes curling and flexing as she firmly worked him over, relishing the way he seemed utterly unable to resist her. And he couldn’t - Invisigal had him eating out of the palm of her hand, demonstrating a seductiveness he didn’t think she had in her. It was dangerous, to be allured so much, so quickly, by the volatile firebrand of the Z-Team. Robert could feel his authority eroding in real time, and he was powerless to stop it.

“Man, you look like you’re about to burst already…” Invisigal commented, reaching up to cup Robert’s balls with her other hand, earning an involuntary moan from him for her troubles. “Blazer’s so selfish, isn’t she? All that work, and she barely even reciprocates for you…but, uh, you don’t have to worry about that with me. I’ll make you fuc - uh, I mean, I’ll make you feel really, really good…”

Robert raised an eyebrow, unimpressed.

The fuck is this dirty talk? She’s really bad at this.

Invisigal must have sensed that she was losing her grip on Robert’s attention, as she quickly picked up the pace of her ministrations. Sliding her hands down to Robert’s base, she peppered his tip with feather-light kisses, trailing down the underside of his shaft until she reached his heavy, aching balls, bombarding them with just as many pecks of her lips. Making the trek back upwards, Invisigal stuck out her tongue, dragging it along Robert’s urethral tube, the tip of it tracing along the thick, throbbing veins keeping him nice and erect. 

Robert’s eyes shut, and he leaned back, placated by Invisigal’s excellent oral work. Much as he didn’t want to admit it - and he certainly wouldn’t vocalize it for Invisigal to hear and lord over him - she had a point about Mandy. It wasn’t that their boss was selfish, necessarily, or any other uncharitable descriptor Invisigal would deploy for her. No, it was more like…the type of play she liked to engage in with Robert typically wasn’t conducive to getting him off separately from her. When he came, it was either at the climax of high-impact sex driven by Mandy, or in the aftermath of her own orgasm, when Robert would stroke himself to completion over her. 

It wasn’t bad, and Robert certainly found plenty of pleasure in it. But there was something much different about this, about having a woman on her knees in front of him, worshiping him like her life depended on it. Funny, then, that it was his professional life that dangled over the cauldron, liable to be dropped in and boiled at any time. 

“Hahhhhh…mmmmmhhh…” Invisigal groaned, a rope of saliva still connecting her to Robert’s cock as she pulled back. “You really are fucking huge - uh, I mean, it’s just so, sooooo big…don’t think I’ve ever seen one this big before…”

Laying it on a little thick there…

“Oh, I don’t know if it’ll even fit in my mouth…” Invisigal said, putting on a fake pout that Robert couldn’t help but find a little bit cute. “But I’ll try! For - for you.”

“You, uh, really don’t have toooohhhh -”

Robert tried to be a gentleman despite the circumstances, but all it did was send him tumbling into Invisigal’s trap, as she promptly opened her mouth nice and wide to take him inside, stuffing her face full of cock all in one go. A moan escaped Robert’s lips, and he found himself glancing at Mandy for some reason, gauging her reaction to his reaction, and he again found himself puzzled by her relatively subdued demeanor. She was watching the pair with great interest, and it didn’t escape Robert’s notice that her hand was curled over her crotch, almost like she was thinking of touching herself as she watched. Before his gaze could linger too long, however, Robert felt a firm hand grip his chin, and Invisigal yanked him around to bring his focus back to her, her face momentarily contorting in irritation.

“Eyes on me, loverboy,” she snapped, backing off of Robert’s cock to scold him. “Mommy Mandy ain’t doing shit for you right now. I am.”

“S - Sorry…”

“Just keep your focus right here,” Invisigal purred, remembering to put back on that ridiculous lilt in her voice, her eyes seeming to sparkle mischievously as she took Robert’s cock back in her mouth.

What was absolutely undeniable was that Invisigal was really fucking good at this. She took Robert’s girth down her throat effortlessly, as smoothly as a cold glass of water on a hot summer day. The warmth of her mouth was unbelievable, the dexterity of her tongue even moreso - it almost felt as though she had four, maybe even five, all working in tandem over Robert’s shaft to drive him crazy. And the eye contact - with Robert’s attention now fully focused on her, Invisigal made the most of it, staring a hole through Robert as she firmly, determinedly sucked him off. It almost made him uncomfortable, to be stared at so intensely while receiving oral service, but it felt like a challenge from Invisigal, where he would lose if he dared look away, and Robert had no desire to lose more of his dignity tonight than he already had.

Invisigal’s right hand wandered back down to Robert’s balls, firmly fondling them as she impaled her throat on his cock over and over. Her mascara was already streaking down her cheeks, her eyes squinting shut as she forced herself all the way down to the base, but it made for a gorgeous, irresistible sight, Robert’s chest heaving as he watched Invisigal give it her all to pleasure him. She smirked around his cock as she shoved herself all the way down, slipping her tongue out to lick at the mesh point between his shaft and his balls, and Robert’s eyes rolled back a touch, sparks crackling in his vision.

“Pahh - hhhh, haahhh…” Invisigal gasped, pulling herself off of Robert’s cock once more. She leaned in to rest her chin on his thigh, lightly smacking his shaft against her face, peering up expectedly at her dispatcher as her other hand remained busy with his heavy balls, clenching and jumping in her grip.

“You like the feeling of these fingers squeezing your big, nasty nuts, don’t you?” Invisigal teased, a wry grin forming on her lips. “Bet it’s the best you’ve ever felt down here. Someone should be taking notes.”

Again, Robert’s instinctual reactions betrayed him, leading him to glance over at Mandy once more. It seemed like the woman had barely moved since they started, still curled up at the end of the couch, watching. Her hand was now firmly stuck between her thighs, however, and the curl of Mandy’s fingers made it seem like she’d almost been enjoying the sight. Again, his gaze lingered too long, and again, Invisigal had to correct him, this time rising up to plant a wet, sticky kiss on his lips when she turned him back towards her, feeding his own taste back to him.

“Hey,” she breathed, eyes half-lidded with lust, licking her lips. “Wanna fuck my face?”

“Uh…” Robert stammered, caught off-guard by the crude suggestion.

“Come on,” Invisigal prodded. “You’re still pissed off by all of this, right? Take out your frustrations on me for a bit. I can take it, trust me.”

She punctuated her assertion with a cheeky wink that, for everything else she’d done so far tonight, managed to irritate Robert the most, and he brusquely shoved her back down onto the ground, keeping a hand on her head to pin her on her knees. Invisigal readily allowed Robert to push her around, biting her lower lip in anticipation as he lined up his cock with her mouth.

“Open up.”

Lolling her long tongue out of her mouth, Invisigal did as she was told, and Robert hitched his hips up to stuff his cock into her mouth, driving himself straight down to the base on the first go. He felt Invisigal’s throat constrict around him, and she let out a muffled gag, but when he tried to pull back out of her, she grabbed his thighs before he could get all the way out, glaring up at him as if to say “keep going.” Assured of her willingness to continue, Robert plunged back in, then pulled back out, in and out, in and out, modulating his pace by keeping a tight grip on Invisigal’s head, his fingers tightly laced into her hair.

It didn’t feel quite as good as when Invisigal was dictating the pace, but Robert found himself quickly approaching climax all the same. His balls slapped harshly against her chin with every thrust, and tears freely flowed from her eyes, carving rivulets down her crimson cheeks, but Invisigal kept up with Robert’s pace all the same. Her fingers dug into his thighs at first, but she soon reached around to squeeze at and fondle Robert’s ass, one finger even daring to tease at his backdoor, making Robert’s knees shake when he felt her brush against the tight ring, which Invisigal mercifully didn’t attempt to breach. He kept his focus on the task at hand, grunting and groaning as he used Invisigal as he pleased.

“Hhhhrhh…shit, Courtney…gonna…fuck -”

Robert came suddenly, bottoming out in Invisigal’s mouth and shooting his load straight into the back of her throat. He held her firmly in place as he filled her with spunk, lines of white leaking from the corners of her mouth after a few seconds, his balls tightening and contracting against her chin with every twitch of his cock. When the wave subsided, standing on legs that threatened to give out, Robert pulled back and collapsed back onto the couch, spent. Ranking climaxes was a fool’s errand, but if he were to play the fool for a moment, he was certain that this one would be near the top. Despite being in control when he came, it felt as if Invisigal had simply sucked out his soul and left the empty husk behind, and she certainly looked the part as she rose to her feet, wiping stray strands of cum from her lips with her thumb.

“Mmmmm…”

Despite Robert’s efforts to dump his load directly into Invisigal’s stomach, it seemed that most of it ended up in her mouth, and she made a show of it, cupping her hand underneath her chin and opening her mouth wide to show the fruits of her labor. She leaned in towards Mandy, who shuddered as she saw Robert’s product filling Invisigal’s mouth, then turned to Robert, who looked away, embarrassed, before gulping it all down, tilting her head back and swallowing.

“Aaaah…delicious.”

Gross.

“Now then…” 

Reaching out, Invisigal took Robert’s wrist and tugged him up to his feet, shoving him out of the way so that she could get comfortable instead. She splayed herself out on the opposite side of the couch from Mandy, her long, gangly legs nearly taking up the entire space between them, casually spreading her legs nice and wide to put the soaked crotch of her panties on display. Looking back to Robert, she curled a finger in his direction, beckoning him to her.

“Come here and strip me.”

Robert made a quiet grumble over being tugged off the couch just to be beckoned back onto it again, but he clambered on all the same, casting a nervous glance over his shoulder at Mandy before approaching Invisigal. He went for her bra first, but his hands lingered over the chest augment framing her modest breasts, faintly glowing red despite its vestigial nature. Seeing it up close brought back sharp memories, and Robert lost his nerve for a moment, frowning. Invisigal had no desire to let Robert wallow in his own pointless rumination for very long, however, and took hold of his wrists, guiding his hands behind her back to get back on track.

“I gave you an order, Robbie.”

Robert grimaced. “Sorry.”

Re-focusing on the task at hand, Robert quickly unclasped and removed Invisigal’s bra, allowing her breasts to hang free, cute brown nipples already standing at attention for him. Not wanting to linger too long, lest his mind wander back off-track, Robert shuffled backwards to position himself between her legs, hooking his fingers into the waistband of Invisigal’s panties and tugging them down. The plain black fabric put the girl’s arousal in stark relief - the wet spot on her crotch was huge and creamy, absolutely dripping with Invisigal’s desire. It was so blatant that Robert wanted to poke fun at her for her obvious perversion, but he recognized that now wasn’t quite the time for his sharp-tongued wit to assert itself. 

“Mmmmhhhh…look how wet I am for you,” Invisigal whimpered, sneaking a hand between her legs and using two fingers to spread her dark pink pussy open, her insides visibly clenching down as she rocked her hips up and down. “Robert…you’re gonna make my dreams come true, right? A deal’s a deal…”

Robert heard a scoff from Mandy, and part of him wished he could audibly agree with the sentiment. But time was of the essence, and though Invisigal was certainly a deeply attractive woman, making Robert’s cock slowly firm back up just by putting herself on display like this, he needed this all to be over as quickly as possible. Rising up to his knees and shimmying forward to take up proper position between Invisigal’s legs, Robert took hold of his hardening cock and began stroking to help it along, right until Invisigal batted his hand away to do it herself.

“Here, lemme help you…” Invisigal purred, staring through her lashes at Robert as she tugged his cock to help him ready up. 

Her small, soft hands worked wonders on him - all it took was a few long, even strokes from Invisigal to get him rock hard once more, and she smiled triumphantly as she angled his cock down to her entrance, pulling him forward so that just the very tip of his length breached her entrance. Cupping Robert behind his neck with her other hand, Invisigal pulled him into a kiss as he rocked forward, their lips meeting just as Robert embedded himself inside.

“Hmmmmmhhhh…oh, God, oh fuuuuuuck…”

Invisigal’s eyes widened, and her body tensed up as she experienced the full force of Robert’s girth for the first time. She looked rather surprisingly overwhelmed, her chest heaving right away, her thighs clenching tightly against Robert’s sides and her hands balling up on either side of her head. He kept the pace slow to start out accordingly, planting his hands at Invisigal’s hips to hold her in place and help her acclimate to his size. She squirmed underneath him all the same, grunting and panting as he stretched her out, slowly and carefully increasing his pace with each couple of thrusts until he could find a nice, gentle rhythm.

She really was a gorgeous woman. Robert had only ever denied it to himself in order to maintain a professional distance from Invisigal, as intoxicating as the woman was for him to be around, but now that he was embedded down to the hilt in her cunt, Robert could no longer fool himself into thinking anything else. She was so warm inside, and deliciously tight, even after a few minutes of careful, methodical acclimation. It was a little disconcerting how much being inside Invisigal simply felt right, like it was meant to be. But it couldn’t be meant to be - Robert couldn’t entertain that thought. He wasn’t doing this for himself, or for Invisigal. He was doing it for Mandy, to protect her reputation and preserve all the good she’d done for the Z-Team and for SDN as a whole. Nothing more…nothing less.

Robert found a rhythm that worked for both of them after a couple of minutes, and he adjusted himself so that his hands rested on Invisigal’s chest instead, allowing him to sink his fingers into the firm, springy flesh of her small breasts. Invisigal moaned at Robert’s touch, her face flushing deep crimson as he groped her and teased at her nipples, flicking across them with his index fingers as he fucked into her. She arched her back into his touch, her eyes falling half-lidded, intoxicated by the bliss of conquest, of finally getting Robert to do what she wanted for once, and she brought her hands to clap over his, a wide, alluring smile crossing her face. 

“Do you like them, Robbie?” Invisigal teased, giggling. “They’re not as big as those gallon bags Blazer’s hauling around, but they’ve got plenty of appeal in their own right, don’t you think…?”

Robert offered nothing in response, acutely aware of Mandy’s gaze on his back. He loved breasts of all shapes and sizes, that much was certain, but he feared offering even that, wary of reproach by one or both of the women currently crowding onto the couch with him. Invisigal keyed into his discomfort at being put on the spot, offering him another cheeky giggle as she directed him to pinch and pull at her nipples, moaning provocatively under his touch.

“Oh…ohhhhhhh…use your mouth, Robbie, suck on my tits…”

Robert took Invisigal’s breathless direction without comment, hunching down to take her right nipple in his mouth while his hand kept the other breast occupied. He drew his teeth together around the dark brown nub as if worried it would escape his grasp, flicking the tip of his tongue across it in his mouth and relishing the way Invisigal moaned in response, her hands reaching up to thread fingers through his hair, cup behind his neck, keeping Robert firmly attached to her, as if he ever had reason to separate. 

He kept the pace of his thrusting nice and consistent while he worked over Invisigal’s breasts, frequently switching the focus of his oral work between them. Robert could hear Mandy shuffling around on the couch behind him, but he didn’t dare break off his work to look at her; direct eye contact while he was doing this would likely be fatal for the both of them. He instead continued to throw himself into making Invisigal feel as good as possible, reasoning that she would want to be properly satisfied in order to be incentivized to keep her word. Not that he needed to try all that hard - the woman was putty in his hands already, looking almost intoxicated, her gaze unfocused, mouth hanging open and breathing heavily. 

“Oh my God…” Invisigal gasped, squeezing Robert tight to her chest. “You’re better than I ever thought you’d be…you’re amazing…I don’t think I’ve ever felt so good before…”

Robert furrowed his brow. She was laying it on unbelievably thick now, and it made him wonder, again, why the fuck she was putting forward such a strange persona in this situation, as if Robert didn’t know exactly what she was like already. That, though, was a question to be answered after the deed was done, and Robert let it slip from his mind as he made to change positions, rearing back up into a fully kneeling position and bringing Invisigal’s legs forward, bracing them against his chest.

“O - Oooohhh, that feels nice…” Invisigal purred, dragging her hands down her chest and abdomen as she peered up at Robert, a smug smirk growing on her face. “You’re really getting into this, huh? Makes me wonder why you were so reluctant before…”

“F - Fuck off,” Robert grumbled, gritting his teeth. “I’m - ungh - doing this for her, not - hrk - not for you.”

Amused by his protest, Invisigal did a bit more teasing, reaching up with her foot to pinch Robert’s nose between two toes, letting out a hearty laugh when he recoiled from her mischievous touch and knocked her foot out of the way of his face. 

“Whatever, loverboy,” Invisigal taunted, before realizing that she’d let her character slip a little. “I mean, uh…don’t…don’t think about her right now. Focus on me, Robbie. I’m all you need…”

It annoyed Robert to no end that this ridiculous, half-assed soft girl character Invisigal was trying out actually had a bit of an effect on him. It wasn’t much, to be clear, but it was enough to bend Robert to Invisigal’s will a little more than he figured he’d typically allow. He channeled that frustration into picking up the pace, his balls clapping harshly against Invisigal’s cunt as he fucked her. Invisigal’s moans rose in pitch and intensity in time with Robert’s next push, her legs returning to his waist so that they could squeeze around him, her cunt clenching down on his cock like a bear trap. He hunched over her, breathing her air, sweat dripping off his face onto hers, and stared into her eyes, seeing lust-addled madness in them.

“God you’re so fucking big…” Invisigal panted, planting a kiss on Robert between each word, moaning into his mouth as he split her in two. “Never knew Mecha Man was this hung…this thing’s crazy...haaaahh…”

As Robert focused on reaching the finish line with Invisigal, reaching up to thread his fingers through her hair, he could hear something curious behind him, emanating from Mandy’s side of the couch. Like before, he didn’t dare turn to take a glance, but the sound of his girlfriend stuffing two fingers into her sopping, aching cunt was unmistakeable, as were the quiet pants of arousal escaping her lips. The thought of Mandy masturbating while she watched him fuck another woman made his head spin, but he simply didn’t have the bandwidth to spare to give it any real consideration, focused instead on finishing the deed with Invisigal underneath him.

It wouldn’t be much longer now - the pressure had long since built up at the base of Robert’s cock, his entire body tensing up as he teetering on the edge of climax. Invisigal was clearly right there with him, her taunts and teases steadily growing less articulate the further along they were, and by this point all she could do was gasp and moan, clinging to Robert for dear life. His twitching and throbbing inside her, the telltale swelling of his shaft in anticipation of orgasm, clued Invisigal in to what was about to come, and it brought her enough lucidity to offer a reassurance ahead of time.

“J - Just so you know, Robbie…” Invisigal gasped out, pressing her forehead to Robert’s. “I’m - haaaaahhhh - it’s - fuuuuuck - it’s a safe day, today…and I’m - hnnnh - I’m on the pill anyway, so…so…”

Clutching him behind his neck, Invisigal purred one last command into Robert’s ear, grazing her teeth across his earlobe afterwards.

“Go ahead and fill me up, boss.”

The knowledge was just the salve Robert needed, as he ran out of time to decide whether to pull out or not anyway. The moment Invisigal gave him the go-ahead, he let go, ramming his hips against hers one final time and blowing everything he had left straight into her cunt. Invisigal wailed in time with Robert’s orgasm, her legs wrapping tightly around his waist as she was thrown into the heat of her own climax, and another telltale gasp behind Robert told him that Mandy had joined in on the fun, too. Invisigal’s love spritzed across Robert’s abdomen as he fucked his load into her, each additional knock of his pelvis against hers bringing with it another spurt of his burning hot seed, pumping her full to bursting, the excess leaking out of the seal and onto the couch underneath them.

Utterly spent, Robert rocked back, pulling out of Invisigal and just barely managing to shift himself around and flop backwards against the couch, exhausted. To his right, Mandy curled in on herself, having thoroughly soiled her side of the couch with a wet, messy orgasm of her own, drawing her thighs together and pulling her knees to her chest. To his left, Invisigal let her legs hang wide open, Robert’s spend steadily dribbling out of her and onto the couch cushion. Catching Mandy’s gaze from across the couch, the Z-Team staple smirked and went invisible for a moment, exposing the full volume of Robert’s load inside her. 

“Holy shit…” Invisigal panted, returning to visibility. “Did you see how much he pumped into me, Blazer? Getting creampied is awesome…”

Her lips contorted into a shit-eating grin, cocking her head to the side and twisting the knife further.

“Guess that’s the reward you get when you treat Robbie right, huh?”

Invisigal’s obnoxious taunt, combined with the whine that escaped Mandy’s lips at the slight against her, accelerated Robert’s post-nut clarity, and he leaned forward with some effort, turning to glare at Invisigal.

“I hope you’re fucking happy,” he snapped, clenching his fist at his side. “You got what you wanted, nice and underhanded as usual. You’re gonna be proud of this one for a while, I bet. Doesn’t matter how much damage is left behind or anything, right? Christ…you really are a fucking -”

“Enough, enough, Robert…”

Robert was knocked off his high horse by Mandy, who scooted over to lean on his shoulder, reaching across to rest a hand on his chest and peer up at him, a surprisingly sheepish look on her face. Glancing over at Invisigal, that smug, self-satisfied smirk she wore so well had faltered a little in the wake of Robert’s criticisms, and she now seemed to be glaring daggers at Mandy, raising her eyebrows and jerking her head in his direction a couple of times. To that, Mandy simply sighed, scratching at her cheek as she mustered up the courage for whatever Invisigal wanted her to say.

“So, uh…do you remember a little while ago, when we were talking about things I wanted to try…” Mandy said, sounding about as reluctant as Robert had ever heard her be. “Well…what I was about to say, before our guest barged in before her cue, was that - that I…”

She pinched the bridge of her nose, her face flushing in what Robert figured must be humiliation, given the circumstance.

“I wanted…to…watch you fuck another girl,” Mandy declared, squeezing her eyes shut to avoid seeing Robert’s immediate reaction. “Oh, what’s the word for it when it’s about girls…cuckqueaning? Ugh, just sounds vulgar, I hate that.”

“That’s ‘cause it’s fuckin’ gross, Blazer,” Invisigal offered, though she quickly shut her mouth again when Mandy threw a glare in her direction.

“Now, I wanted to do this in a controlled environment,” Mandy continued, “and, frankly, it wasn’t supposed to be tonight. I’d made the mistake of telling Invisigal about it ahead of time, because, well, I know you’ve got a fair bit of interest in her, inappropriate as that is -”

“Pot, kettle.”

“- but, because she likes to stick her nose where it doesn’t belong, it ended up happening here and now. Granted, your reactions and your, ah, heroic instincts made it much hotter than it would have been had it all been planned out, but still, I’m…I’m sorry it was so sudden, and unexpected. That said…”

Mandy looked back to Invisigal, eyes narrowing.

“Care to explain the good girl act, Courtney? Or your little potshots at me? We didn’t agree on either of those for this.”

“Oh, whatever,” Invisigal grumbled, dismissively waving Mandy off. “Who fucking cares? You still busted a nut to it. The stains don’t lie, boss.”

“Ugh…” Mandy groaned, rolling her eyes. 

She returned to Robert, who, for his part, had simply been sitting there, taking it all in, too burnt out and exhausted to form a proper opinion about being a bystander to Mandy and Courtney’s weird little game. Before Mandy could offer any more words of apology or comfort, however, Invisigal chose that moment to take her leave, rolling forward to lean on Robert’s chest opposite Mandy and mocking her mannerisms one more time.

“Thanks for the dick, Robbie,” Invisigal purred, pinching his chin between her fingers and planting a kiss on his cheek. “Let’s do this again sometime. You’ve got my number - gimme a call, and maybe we can fuck somewhere other than the least comfortable couch in the fucking world. Sound good?”

Robert offered nothing in response to that, while Mandy glowered at Invisigal, raising an eyebrow at her audacity.

“Isn’t there someone you forgot to ask, Courtney?”

Invisigal blinked in response, one hand on her hip. 

“Listen, Blazer, until you put a ring on it, he’s fair game,” Invisigal declared. “Shit, maybe even after. Better get used to sharing, quick.”

Having heard enough, Mandy jerked her head towards the door, glaring a hole through Invisigal. Taking the hint loud and clear, Invisigal raised her hands in mock surrender, then rolled off the couch and rose to her feet. She gathered her bra and panties and redressed, grimacing at the squelch between her thighs from the remnants of Robert’s load, then awkwardly shuffled over to the office door.

“See you Monday, stud. Oh, but…”

Invisigal tapped her chin, feigning uncertainty.

“Did I actually take my birth control today…? Geez, hope it’s not the placebo week, with all this baby batter churning around in me…”

Robert brought a hand to his face. “Oh my God.”

“Ah, don’t freak out, you’d make a great dad.”

“Get the hell out, please,” Mandy interjected, pointing at the door.

The door swung open, and Invisigal disappeared. Mandy relaxed, but Robert knew better, and he was braced for when he felt Invisigal’s lips suddenly press against his one more time, limply shooing her away with his free hand and rolling his eyes at the way the woman cackled as she finally left, the sound of sweet, merciful silence finally filling Mandy’s office once more.

It was all too much. Mandy snuggled up closer to Robert’s face when Invisigal finally granted them their privacy, but Robert could barely even muster up the energy to wrap his arm around her shoulders, utterly drained from the night’s events. One crazy girl with unreasonable desires was bad enough; two was practically a death sentence. He’d avoided the gallows this time, but Invisigal’s parting remarks told him that this would be something to be vigilant about going forward. As if he didn’t have enough on his plate…

“You look tired,” Mandy offered.

“Understatement of the century.”

“I really…” she replied, trailing off before regrouping. “I really didn’t mean for it to go this way. I’m sorry. I should have…I should have handled it all a lot differently, I guess. It all just spiraled out of control so fast…”

Robert grunted. “S’alright. Got laid twice. Pretty cool, if you ask me.”

“God, you’re such a man sometimes…” Mandy teased, smiling up at Robert affectionately. “Does that mean you’re okay with trying again? Maybe with a stronger grasp on the variables at play, heheh…”

Mandy drew circles on his chest with her finger as she made the offer, peering expectantly up at Robert, who offered a rather nonchalant shrug in response. 

“Suppose so.”

Mandy furrowed her brow at that, and her smile turned a little more wry.

“Well, if you’re not into that, I’ve got another idea…”

“Oh yeah?” Robert offered. “This one doesn’t include Courtney barging in, right?”

“Of course not,” Mandy said, a note of defensiveness in her voice. “No, instead…we would do a little role reversal, where you get to be the dominant one!”

Robert scratched at his cheek, chuckling. “Look, you don’t need to make up for anyth -”

“And, and, I’ll be in my Blazer form,” Mandy interrupted, plowing forward now that she’d gotten on this train of thought. “It can be like, I’ve just gotten home from a gala or fundraiser or something, and you’re breaking into my house, and you grab me, and I try to get away but you’re just way too strong, and you drag me to the bed, and…”

Robert blankly stared ahead as Mandy laid out what rapidly became another deranged, overly elaborate bedroom power fantasy. Her enthusiasm was as infectious as it was concerning, and as she laid out, in excruciating detail, all the ways in which Robert would “violate” the “powerless damsel” she portrayed herself as, a mixture of concern and arousal began to pool in his chest, the latter seeping down below the belt and waking the beast once more. Sinking into the couch, Robert sighed.

What the fuck have I gotten myself into?