Taunt Tom by sucking Sam's dick

"You mean like this?" you ask Tom, and plunge your mouth down upon Sam's dick, slowly bobbing your head up and down, tossing your hair over your shoulders so you can glare defiantly at Tom.

"Or maybe I'll deep throat you, like this," you tell him, and work your way steadily down Sam's length. He isn't overly long, and with your experience it isn't hard to take his average length past your mouth. For a moment your gag reflex kicks up a fuss, but you power on through until you have your nose pressing firmly against Sam's heaving stomach.

"You like?" you ask Tom, eyes straining to the side, your words unintelligible to any of the three men watching with astonishment, their balls aching and their cocks straining against their jeans like they have been ever since they laid eyes on you.

Slowly lifting back off the dick you smirk at them, and taunt them again. "Or maybe you should skull fuck me. Just grab my hair like this," you grab your own at the base and twist hard so that your scalp hurts, "and then jam you dick into my mouth, or **** my face onto your dick."

Abruptly you jab your own face down onto the pulsing dick below you, heedless of your own comfort as you take the entire length in one thrust. You ****, your stomach heaving as the dick hits your gag reflex, but lift your head again and repeat the action, over and over.

Tears come to your eyes from the way your hair seems nearly yanked from your scalp and from the repeatedly gagging. Saliva drips from your mouth and down his cock, only to be slurped up again as you emulate what you know Tom wants to do.

Moaning fills your ears, and you wonder if it's Tom, or maybe Bill, or maybe even you. For some reason, even as uncomfortable as this is you can't seem to stop, and you feel so turned on by the hungry looks on their faces.

"Or maybe," you say before your mouth is even fully off Sam's cock, "I should lick your balls, and..."

Even as you speak Sam grunts, his dick throbs, and the purple head gives you a familiar warning before spitting out a long stream of white.

Still mid-sentence you feel it splash your cheek, and you turn toward the dick as if you didn't really know what was happening, catching the next spurt between your eyes.

Gasping, you start to pull away, but your hand, still twisted in your hair, seems to hold you in place, though you know it has no real power to stop you. Still, you turn away from the men and the next shot hits your other cheek.

Deciding not to get splattered again you dive down upon his discharging dick, taking his feeble fourth and fifth shots in your mouth, sucking hard to pull out the last vestiges of sperm like the considerate cocksucker you've always been. After all, if it's your fault he got this way it's your responsibility to take care of it.

With a final pop you release his dick and sit back on your heels, suddenly embarrassed by what happened. It was supposed to be a taunt aimed at Tom, but instead of making him uncomfortable you're now the one who doesn't know where to look, what to do.