Your name

Sarah eyes the slip with a malicious grin before turning her eyes to you. "John." She murmurs, licking her lips and rolling your slip between her fingers before returning it to the hat. You stiffen under her wicked gaze and wait to hear what she has planned for you now. "I was hoping to draw somebody else, but I suppose you can do this too." She explains, sounding amused in a way that makes you more worried. "I want you to clean my dildo." She says, gesturing to the dripping phallus still on the table. You glance from Sarah, to the toy, and back again, refusing to move until you hear what devilish twist she has in mind. It seems unlikely that all she wants from you is to grab some toilet paper and rub down one of her toys.

"But..." She continues, giving up on waiting for you to ask. "You can only use your mouth." Everyone else laughs at that to some degree while you can only sigh in resignation. Licking up Sarahs pussy juice is pretty gross but it certainly could have been worse. Still, you blush as you delicately take Miranda by the hips and move her out of you way. "Let me know how it tastes." She giggles into your ear as you move past her, making you feel a little better. As you approach the stuck-down dick you consider your options for cleaning it. It's definitely too big for you to put the whole thing in your mouth but you don't want to lick it like a lollipop with everyone watching. While you're thinking you reach down to grab it but Sarah stops you.

"Nuh uh. I said mouth only." She tells you, wagging her finger like scolding a dog. "I'm just picking it up." You explain, but Sarah doesn't care. "No hands, no feet, just your mouth. That was the dare." Her evil grin grows as she talks and you realize that, if you want to complete her dare, you're going to have to kneel down. With gritted teeth you lower yourself, your cheeks turning bright red from embarrassment as a bad dare becomes even worse. You try to keep all your focus down and in front of you on to your task at hand but you can still hear Sarah and Tom giggling while Matt and Nicole whisper. Down on it's level the dildo looks even bigger, too wide to get your mouth around and far too long for you to put it far in anyway. Not that you were thinking about deepthroating it, of course.

Weighing up how to proceed you watch as some Sarah's girlcum literally drips off the rubber, creating translucent puddles on the hardwood of the table. The sticky sight reminds you that you have a dare to do and waiting isn't going to make it any better. Swearing under your breath you lean forward quickly, stick out your tongue, and catch Sarah's liquid where it dribbles thickly off the base. It doesn't taste as much as you were expecting, the synthetic flavor of the toys silicone seemingly muting it, for better or worse. You try to ignore the renewed laughs and murmurs as you swallow those first drops and go in for another lick.

While everyone else gossips about what you're doing you lap up Sarah's juices that were on the precipice of dripping on the table, removing the running liquid so now you're only faced with a clear sheen stuck to the rest of the toy. With great embarrassment you begin cleaning the shaft of the toy, running your tongue up the odd-tasting rubber in long strokes and quickly swallowing Sarahs leavings. Seeing you down on your knees before her Sarah can't resist the chance to mock you again. "Do you like that John?" She asks, lazily laying a foot on your shoulder. "Do you like licking my pussy juice off a big hard cock? If you do me and Tom might have a job for you later tonight." Her words make your blush deepen to a crimson so deep and red that your cheeks could be used as a communist flag. Unbeknownst to you Tom gives Sarah a look of displeasure and incredulity at the implication of her words, not that she cares.

With Sarahs words about being her personal cock-cleaner ringing in your ears you redouble your efforts to polish off her dildo as quickly as possible, lowering your lips to the surface to suck along it like some kind of filthy vacuum cleaner. Pulling your mouth free you tilt your head back and forth, checking that you haven't missed a spot of her juices. After a few final licks and sucks you decide you're done and turn to Sarah. "How's that?" You ask, her juices still dripping from the corners of your lips. Pursing her lips Sarah leans forward dramatically, titling her head slowly to inspect every inch of her toy, laying a gentle hand on your shoulder as she does.

"Well done John. I knew you'd be a natural cock sucker." She compliments you snidely, patting your back while giving you another cruel smile. Shrugging your shoulders you shake her off as you stand, grabbing the hat from the table as you do so. Keeping your eyes down you return to your seat, inadvertently catching a quizzical glance from Miranda as you do so. Even though you only locked eyes with her for a moment you can't help but to read into her expression. Judgement? Shame? Disgust? Arousal? Mirandas beautiful face seems more inscrutable than ever as you resettle in your seat. Her form on your lap and her lips pressed suddenly against yours seem to eliminate some of those options but you still can't bear to speak to her after your strange ordeal. You just hope the increased hardness in your pants is a trick of your mind or a result of your crush and not related to your dare.

Pushing these thoughts away you reach into the hat for a name.