Miranda

Pinched between two fingers Sarah draws a slip from the hat. "Miranda." She reads, before quickly returning the paper to the others. The brown haired girl tenses a little in your lap as she hears her name. "I seem to have gotten my toy dirty." She gestures to the dripping dildo still stuck to the hardwood. "Since someone else might be using it tonight I dare you to clean it." You know this isn't all the dare will be and both you and Miranda await elaboration with bated breath. You don't wait long as Sarah finishes her dare, gleefully saying " But, so Nicole isn't the only one here who has to suck a dick publicly, you can only use that pretty mouth of yours."

You almost breathe a sigh of relief. It could have been a lot worse you suppose and Miranda seems to feel similarly. Without hesitation she stands up, taking your hands from her breasts gently. You'd almost forgotten they were there. Walking over to the waiting dildo she reaches out to grab it, clearly intending to suck it off without having to kneel. "Nu-uh." Sarah stops her with her hand outstretched. "Only use your mouth, remember?" She explains smugly. "But I was just gonna pick it up." Miranda protests, her hand still hovering near the shiny dildo. "Too bad, use your mouth." Sarah shrugs.

Your crush sighs, puts her hands behind her back and quickly drops to her knees. She leans over its tip, opens her mouth as wide as she can and takes it in her mouth. She sinks her teeth into the pliable rubber, clearly still intending to take the dildo and clean it on her own terms. But the dick is too thick and well lubricated for her to get purchase to pull it off the table. Breaking the bite she tries again, this time turning her head sideways and biting into the pliable shaft. Your cock throbs a little watching Miranda put her mouth on the dick, even as you wince at imaging her biting you in that way.

After a third unsuccessful attempt Miranda sits back and sighs, looking up at the towering rubber monolith soaked in Sarahs juice. "Looks like you'll have to do it on your knees like a proper whore." Tom chides her. Miranda blushes. "Fine!" She replies, leaning forward sticking her tongue out. She hesitates for a second, maybe unsure about getting Sarahs stuff on her tongue but she quickly overcomes that and begins licking the cock around the base where it meets the suction cup. She runs her tongue slowly around the base in both directions, collecting up all of Sarahs girlcum that was about to drip off.

When her mouth is almost full she leans back and closes it, swallowing it down as you all watch. "How do I taste Miranda?" Sarah asks, grinding slowly against Toms thigh. Miranda doesn't replies, instead she just leans in again and runs her tongue up the rubber shaft, determined to finish her dare. With one long slow stroke she licks a straight line up the thick shaft. When she gets to the tip she wraps her lips around it, securing the cum she licked up and sucking it off the rubber. She swallows again and moves around to lick another stroke clean.

With Mirandas mouth occupied Sarah decides to use this as another opportunity to tease, apparently her favorite hobby tonight. "Do you like that Miranda?" She asks. "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." You tear your eyes off Miranda to look at Sarah and see that she is staring right at you even as she addresses your crush. "I'm gonna make you love being a cock cleaning slut." Sarah tells her in a half whisper as her eyes burn into yours. Miranda responds by blushing and licking faster, you hope just to finish the dare faster, not because she likes what Sarah suggests.

When Miranda has licked her way up the last stripe of moisture she clamps her mouth on to the dildos tip and sucks hard, collecting up any drips she may have missed. One last time she closes her mouth and tilts her head back, swallowing down the last of Sarahs moisture. Resting on her haunches she inspects her handiwork, the large dildo looking much cleaner again. "Well Sarah? Am I done?" She asks, turning her head to face her. Sarah leans forward in Toms lap to inspect the phallus. Reaching forward she runs one finger up the length and brings it to her eyes, as if inspecting it for dust.

"It'll have to do." Sarah says dismissively, wiping her finger on the couch next to her. "Your turn now Miranda." She says, gesturing to the hat on the arm of the chair next to her. As Miranda reaches for it you suddenly realize just how close Miranda has gotten to Tom and Sarah. She's practically in arms reach. Time seems to slow down as Miranda reaches for the hat, the malicious Tom and Sarah watching her like hungry crocodiles. Miranda is too flustered from her dare to remember the risk she faces being so close by.