I am curled up in a ball on the couch, crying softly from pain and embarrassment. You and your groomsmen have been enjoying my body for over an hour now, and I just wish the night would end.
No, I think, no I don't really want it to end. Did I really just think that? What have I become? Am I really a slut like they keep telling me I am?
"Hey Saul, did you see the way she sucked on the handle of that paddle? Bet that mouth sure feels good on a cock," said Tim, as he looked at me greedily.
"Oh hell yeah, it sure does," you say. "In fact, that's a good idea, let's have a go at it."
I whimper in protest, but it is to no avail. You grab my arms and stand me up, moving me into the guest bedroom as everyone follows. You take me to the middle of the room and instruct me to kneel. I do as I am told, waiting for the inevitable.
"Here is how this is going to work," you say. "Allysa here has self-esteem issues when it comes to sucking cock." I am ashamed to hear you tell all these guys about this.
"She doesn't think she is any good at it, so she doesn't do it very often. I want you all to help me prove to her that she is wrong about this. So all five of us will take turns with her lovely mouth. I am the only one who is allowed to come in her mouth, though. The rest of you can make use of any other part of her body you want, just not inside of her.
"Oh, and as a reward for all of her efforts, the next person in line will go down on her while she is sucking off the person ahead of them. Got it?" All of the guys nod excitedly, and Tim steps up to my mouth first.
"Ready for this?" he says to me. I nod, but he wants more. He grabs my hair and yells at me, "Answer me, bitch!"