Your name

Matt and Nicole both smile as they read the name on the slip simultaneously. "I got you John." He says, smiling at you. "That means Sarah, you have to go back." Nicole continues. You smile too, glad that this imposed loneliness is coming to an end already. While you'd obviously rather have Miranda having Sarah under your control again would be better than nothing. Tom looks unhappy about this, as you'd expect, but surprisingly Sarah and Miranda both look a little put out by the news. Miranda, you could understand somewhat, maybe she felt having Sarah with her divided Toms attention, and now she'll be bearing the full brunt of his affections.

"Ugh. Fine." Sarah sighs, pulling Toms hand from her breast to rise from his lap. "See you two soon." she tells Tom and Miranda as she walks across the room towards you. She frowns at you as she walks and you return her gaze, the both of you clearly remembering your falling out in the bathroom. Seeing the animosity, or maybe just sensing it, Matt speaks again. "Alright Sarah, I did have something else in mind but since you seem to need some cheering up, I dare John to eat you out for a minute."

He smiles at you and shoots you a thumbs up while Nicole snuggles in close on to his shoulder. You return the smile, appreciative that he's trying to return the favor, even if you'd rather have been dong this to Miranda. Looking back at Sarah you're a little shocked to see that her former look of resignation has been replaced with another of her evil smirks. You're not sure what she's thinking now but you're sure it won't be good for you.

Sarah crosses the room quickly now, seemingly eager to start this new dare. Rather than lie down on the floor or the couch to give you access to her honeypot she instead lithely steps up onto the arms your chair and stands over you, looking down on you with a sneer of cold command. It's hard not to feel intimidated when in this position, but still you do your best to meet her gaze with a steely gaze of your own. "Are you ready Matt?" she calls out. "Ready." He replies, but neither you or Sarah take your eyes off each other, like two duelists waiting for high noon.

Sarah moves first, grabbing the back of your head to pull you in while simultaneously pushing her crotch into your face. You open your mouth, whether you opened it to speak or to lick is irrelevant as you quickly find your mouth buried in Sarahs wet folds. Your neck is craned back, your mouth to her slit and your nose buried in Sarahs reds pubes. Her scent fills your nostrils, a strange mix of flowery shampoo and the smell of her dripping sex. You begin licking in earnest, running your tongue over her bare folds, and nearly penetrating deeper with your tongues tip. Meanwhile Sarah glowers at you from above and puts her plan into action.

She throws her head back and yawns before saying "Really John? Is that the best you can do? I barely feel anything." Their is a theatricality to her tone of disappointment that is obvious to you, but you doubt the others are picking up on it. It seems clear now that Sarah intends to humiliate you by belittling you in front of everyone. But you know you can make her come. You've done it once tonight. Redoubling your efforts you lap at her pussy with vigor. Her juices, coating your face and dribbling down your chin, are proof that you are affecting her, but it is evidence that only you are privy to. To the others, Sarahs disappointed acting is all they see.

Dramatically she sighs again. "You know John, I was expecting more. I guess you really don't know how t-" Her voice hitches slightly as lick a particularly sensitive spot but she soon regains her composure. "To please a woman." You wish you could say something but your mouth is occupied. Luckily someone comes to your defense. "You know, you don't have to be such a bitch about it. There's no need to be rude." Nicole says, her voice more pitying than indignant. "I'm sorry but it's true." Sarah shrugs above you. "You two girls are both lucky with your men. I'm sure Matts better than this and I know Tom is." You grab her ass with both hands, pushing her pelvis into your face, trying to do everything you can to make her cum.

"Matt, how much longer do I have to do this for?" She asks, trying to sound bored but you swear you could hear a quiver in her voice. "20 seconds." He replies his voice quiet, like he's embarrassed for you. "Hear that John?" She calls down to you mockingly. "The dares nearly finished and I..." She trails off, almost like she was about to sneeze. For a second you think you've got her but again she manages to regain control of herself and finish the sentence "I'm not even close." You know it's a lie, but no one else does. There's only one way to prove it.