Yes

You must be straining too hard, you can hear a harsh ringing in your ears. The strange thing is that Sarah seems to hear it too, blinking slowly as she stays her tits and pulls her mouth off your cock. It’s only when Nicole’s finger taps on Sarah’s phone and the ringing stops that you realize the ringing wasn’t a blood vessel about to burst, it was the alarm. You did it.

Everything is silent save for your own belabored breathing, your hard cock throbbing between your legs like it was expecting just a little more attention. Sarah slowly leans back on her haunches, her own breathing a little heavier from sliding her tits up and down your dick, and stares at you with wide eyes. Now that is definitely love as she wipes her bottom lip and looks at you again. Or at least lust so strong that it almost morphs into it. She made you feel so good that the feeling is almost mutual, you have to take a second to remind yourself she’d have the same reaction to any other dick here tonight. She looks as if she’s about to jump your bones right there before Nicole and Miranda stop her.

"Yay! Well done John!" Nicole cheers loudly before hugging you tightly in triumph, that little squeeze almost enough to make you pop. "Not a two minute man after all." Miranda purrs in your ear, smooching your cheek like she wished it was your lips. "That was kind of impressive." Tom admits, nodding his head in appreciation. Even Matt looks a little astonished that you endured being teased like that, although he still looks less than pleased that it was his crush doing the teasing.

"Very impressive." Sarah concurs with Tom, her usually verbosely sexual vocabulary seeming to fail her. "You're tougher than you look John." She adds, her voice low and husky. "I think you've earned that double-dare now." Sarah continues speaking, her fingernails gliding suspiciously up and down your inner thigh. "But first..." Sarah doesn't speak again, instead her two hands spring up to wrap most of the way around your shaft. “Sarah, wha-?” You begin, only for your words to die in your throat as she starts to jerk you off. She can’t quite wrap a hand all the way around your thick shaft but her grip is still good enough that she can stroke your dick even faster than her tits ever pumped it.

The precum that oozed from your swollen tip during her worshipful tittyfuck now serves as perfect lube for her hands to glide up and down your throbbing cock. "Cum for me, cum for me, cum for me." She mutters, repeating that mantra with every swift stroke of your thick shaft. It's only seconds before you helplessly obey, a wordless groan escaping your lips as your balls contract and you feel a tidal wave surge up your shaft. After so much tension and relief this handjob is so unexpected that you buck your hips and nearly kick Sarah, instead you stomp your foot like an animal. But it's not unexpected to Sarah. She knew what was coming.

Just before your dick unloads Sarah stops asking for your cum and instead gets ready to receive it, lowering her face to your tip again and lolling out her tongue for a target. With her pretty face on offer for you to use as a cum rag you finally burst after only a few short strokes, your cock jerking like a firehose in her hands and nearly wrenching free of her grip as it throbs so hard. A thick white rope blasts across Sarah's face, quickly followed by another as you completely overshoot her tongue. The next shots are caught by Sarah's mouth as she wraps her lips around your dick again, desperately trying to save her makeup or drink as much of your cum as she can. Based on the way she swallows, you think it might be the latter.

Sarah runs her hands up your cock one last time, squeezing it as she goes to **** out any cum left over on to her already sticky tongue. With that done she slides her hands off the top of your cock, allowing it to brush against her lips as it falls limply between your legs. You don’t see the portrait of a cumslut that you’ve painted, you have your eyes closed and your head resting back on the couch cushions, but Sarah now truly does look like a sexy, filthy, whore. Cum across one of her eyes forces it shut, while a parallel streak bridges her nose and another veers right off her cheek and over her ear to hang in her red hair like a string of white baubles. Her lips aren't much better, despite her efforts to swallow as much of your cum as she can some has slipped free to stain her lipstick and dribble down her chin. You think Sarah murmurs something as she rises to her feet, but you don't hear it.

Your cock is completely deflated and you feel much the same way. It was as if Sarah had siphoned off part of your life **** through your dickhead. When giggly Sarah leaves to wash her face, licking her lips and catching stray drops of jizz as she goes, you’re given a moments reprieve to try and recover. As your ragged breathing slowly starts to normalize you’re able to tilt your head forward again and open your bleary eyes. The first things you see are Tom's shit eating grin at your reaction and Matt's glowering frown. It seems he’s upset about his crush jerking you off, or he’s mad about her begging you to cum for her, or maybe he’s pissed about her drinking as much of your cum as she can before anointing herself with the rest. There’s quite a lot for him to be displeased with but you’re in no state to start explaining yourself right now. Glancing to your left you see Miranda with a similar smile to Tom's, taking a little pleasure in what just happened. “I thought we lost you for a second there John.” She laughs, squeezing your hand that still rests on her chest. “You went all limp and everything.”

“Yeah, I can see that.” Is your hushed reply as you glance down at your soft cock. “Not like that.” Miranda laughs again, resting her head on your shoulder. When you feel a similar weight on your right you look towards it, suddenly finding yourself looking deep into Nicole's eyes. She looks up at you with obvious concern, as if the way she squeezes your arm wasn’t giving that away already. “Are you alright John?” She asks, sounding completely sweet and innocent after the naughty teasing she gave you just a couple of moments earlier. “I’m fine, I just need a second.” You reply, untangling your left arm from Miranda to rub your eyes.

Before you can get a second, however, Sarah returns. She almost skips into the room, looking like all she’s absorbed all the energy you feel like you’re missing. Seeing her you feel a sudden whirlwind of emotion. You want to slap her. You want to kiss her. You want to sleep. You want to sleep with her. You settle for glaring at her, nostrils flaring in frustration with every deep breath you take. Not only did that sudden handjob feel like a cheap shot, she also drained your erection before you could even get a chance to use it for your next dare, taking your toy away from you before you could even get a chance to play with it.

"Oh, don’t give me that look." Sarah chides, taking your apparent anger in stride. "That was for your own good. If I'd let you give a dare in that state all you'd have gotten was a sticky mess and three disappointed people." You sigh as you realize she's right, whatever fun you might have had with your dick hard and ready like that would have lasted 20 seconds tops. “Besides, it felt great didn’t it?” She purrs as she crosses the room towards you, picking up the hat as she goes. When she stops just short of you, holding the hat out of reach, it becomes clear that wasn’t a rhetorical question. “Yeah. It felt good.” You mutter, stretching out a hand.

"Good." Her smile seems warmer as she hands you the hat, genuine instead of teasing. To your surprise she blushes and glances away as your eyes meet, perhaps she's thinking about just how slutty she acted in front of everyone when she was making you feel so good. Or maybe it's something else. Draining your dick might have been for your own good, but taking it on her face and swallowing half your load? That was purely for Sarah's benefit. Regardless, you stir the hat in search of two names, your eagerness for your reward tempered slightly by your recent climax.