Yours

"John!" she declares with a wide smile, her eyes practically glowing with excitement. Your heart drops, you know this would be humiliating. "We can't help but notice you have been trying so hard not to cum". She stresses the word 'we', either to tell everyone what you've been trying to do or worse, telling you that everyone here knows what you've been doing. You feel a blush staining your cheeks and your traitorous cock pulses in your hand.

"In fact, I don't think you've cummed even once tonight!". She pitches her voice low with false concern, blatantly pretending to only notice that fact now. You can't hold her gaze and look to the side but still keeping her within view. "So I have an idea!" she continues. Her voice returning to normal, tinged with evil intent.

She leans in closer. "I dare you to cum every time Tom blows his load!". Startled at the evilness of her dare, you gasp; your eyes meets hers again, you trying ignoring how much your cock twitches in your hand. The look in her eyes is wild, her expression hungry; screaming glorious pleasure at your reaction. You can't help but imagine the utter humiliation you would feel if you cum whilst Miranda is mounted right in front of you. Her beautiful eyes wide as she watches and hears you cream yourself when Tom cums into her tight pussy. You would never be able to forget that moment. And neither would she. Even if the two of you started dating or get married years from now; neither of you would ever forget the time some bastard alpha male named Tom fucked her into pleasure-filled oblivion whilst you watch and cum pathetically into your hand.

Opposite, Sarah continues to watch you, a smirk on her face. She spreads her legs wide, exposing her wet pussy, the trails of her arousal slowly dripping to the floor. Slowly, she inserts three fingers knuckle deep, the thumb lightly flicking at her clit. You ignore the sounds Matt are making; your focus narrowing down to her filled pussy, her smile and slow hypnotic words. She pitches her voice low and sultry "No matter how and where he comes inside of us". Your breath catches in your throat. She's really really getting off on this. Is this how she's always been underneath her good-natured smiles and laughs and sordid stories of one night stands? Is she drunk? Or does she just gets off on humiliating little boys?

It doesn't matter right now. In your mind's eye, you can already see and hear Miranda, Nicole and Sarah screaming Tom's name as he floods their tight holes with his thick cum. Your fingers clench. You moan and whimper as night's debauchery finally gets to you. You cum harder than you ever thought possible. Your half-hearted attempts to stop yourself from cumming the whole night only makes you drain your balls harder, the liquid flowing around fingers onto your balls then to the floor. You shut your eyes, unable to stand the embarrassment of cumming in front of everyone like that. Not when everyone knows what you've been imagining.

Out of sight, you hear Sarah softly laughing, growing louder as a familiar sound enters your clouded senses. A low groan of release. You recognize the sound. It's the same one that escaped your lips just a minute earlier. And you know who made that sound. Matt. You open your eyes and look around. You were right. At some point, Matt had pulled his cock out and had started touching himself off to the sight and sound of Sarah touching herself; mocking you, humiliating you, taunting you; whilst talking about Tom fucking all the girls here. He meets your gaze but immediately redirects to Sarah, an embarrassed half-smile on his face.

"Cucks"

The insult stings and you flinch at it. However your cock, still hard in your hand, twitches. Still smiling, Sarah slips her fingers out of her twat and with fingers still sticky from arousal, she reaches out to grab the hat of names and tosses it towards you. "Well that was interesting" she says. "I honestly through tonight was going to be a bit of a bore with you here. Glad you've proven me wrong".

You look up at her, she grins at you in return, her expression less mocking than before. You release the breathe you didn't realise you've been holding. A weight is gone from your chest as relief comes in. You don't think she actually thinks less of you for your new found lusts. She just finds fun in it. You hope

With your non-stained hand, you reach in to pull out the next name