They stick to the plan

You lose track of time as your mouth and hands are passed from cock to cock, each of them throbbing and swollen and hot and delicious. You lips and tongue and fingers suck and lick and fondle, your mouth drooling as you gasp and moan around each new offering of meat.

Your pussy is drenched and pulsing, ripples of sexual pressure flow through you, and you know that with the least effort, the least touch from these men you would come in an unceasing torrent of pleasure. But none of them do more than hold your hair as they ravish your soft mouth or guide your groping fingers to their cocks. You whine in growing frustration, wanting to touch yourself but unable to release the stiff meat in your hands.

"Oh fuck, that's it! Thatta girl Lisa," Chad groans as you feel his cock pulse in your mouth, and then his hot cream flood into your throat. You groan, trying to swallow it all, but feel some run down your chin as he pulls out, only to be replaced by another frantic cock.

In moments they are all coming. Some of them in your mouth, some of them spurting their seed across your face as you kneel before them like a helpless supplicant until they are all emptied. Panting, you look up at them, wanting them to take you, to throw you to the ground and fuck you and give you release, but none of them do. Some sneer in contempt at you as they tuck their meat away, while other look slightly embarrassed at the come smeared wreckage of your face.

"Good job guys," Chad laughs, high-fiving his buddies. "And as for you Lisa, learn a lesson. The next time you won't get off so easy. Oh, and just want to let you know that we have video of all this. So if you don't want everyone to see how enthusiastic a little cocksucker you are, you'll keep your mouth shut."

You start to sob in shame and frustration as they leave the room, abandoning you to your disgrace.