Yes

"O-Okay. . ." You find yourself agreeing. Why are you even agreeing to this? This is a ticking timebomb. You need to lay down some rules right now or this is inevitably going to go to hell.

"B-But, you cant dare me to like, kneel over and just take it! I'll only let someone fuck me if they get me in the mood!"

"That seems reasonable." Matt smiles gently, he presses a kiss to your neck, causing you to shiver with delight. Sarah grins, looking both smug and pleased. The sticky strap on begins to rub against your face as she rocks her hips forward. The slick strap-on presses against your lips. Your eyes dart away, too flustered to look her in the eye and for a moment, your eyes connect with Miranda, so simply opens her mouth. A clear signal that she wants you to take that strap on into your mouth.

Blushing, you hesitantly do just that. You part your lips just a bit, carefully taking the tip of the silicone cock into your mouth. However, Sarah isnt satisfied with just that. She grabs you by your hair and forces you to take more. Your throat tightens around the intruding object, and yet, it feels so good. It even tastes good. . . l-like you could get addicted on the flavor of it.

You let out a weak moan, which only grows louder with volume as Matt's hand begins to stroke you through your pants. Sarah gives him a smug look as she tightens her grip on your hair and begins to buck her hips with more power. The silicone cock reaches the back of your throat, your fingers scratch at her leg as you vocally **** on it, but she bursts out with laughter.

"I cant wait to destroy your hole, you whore." She hisses with delight. Your gut feels aflamed and your practically salivating as her thrusts become all the more violent. "You walking around with that large round ass, showing it off like the fucking slutty tease you are. One way or another, you'll be my slut by the end of tonight! Even if I have to **** you to accept that role!" You can clearly understand what she's threatening to do, and yet, it arouses you so much.

The small part of your brain you tried to deny for years is so eagerly trying to embrace what she's saying. You always wanted to be a slut. Someone's whorish slut. A helpless, bound slut that would be **** to take cock after cock, covered in cum, and utterly destroyed until cock was the only thing your mind could even think of.

And you moan as your cock explodes in your pants, covering you in thick white cum yet again. Sarah grins smugly, watching as your eyes roll back into her head as the silicone cock unleashes a torrent of sweet addictive cum into your mouth, she eagerly slides out watching you pant heavily, your tongue hanging out and begging for more with hooded eyes.

She eagerly glides her hand up and down the length of her strap on as it shoots out the last spurts of cum from the cartridge. Cum splatters on your hair and face, making you look like a complete slutty whore.

But you dont care, you know you just want more.