Party Favor

Charlotte Vale is the one girl handed out like a tray of shots. Hands bind her wrists. Fingers push a blindfold over her eyes. The crowd waits, already hard. She drops to her knees. A cock slides past her lips. Another hand pulls her hair, sets the pace. Someone smacks her cheek. She keeps sucking. They stand her up. She bends, ass out. Thick fingers push past her rim, stretch her open. A whip cracks across her back. She jerks. The fingers stay deep. Another cock replaces them. She takes it all the way in. Hard, steady strokes. Each thrust jolts her forward, right into the next mouth waiting to kiss her bruised lips. They spin her. Her pussy gets attention now, rough fingers rubbing and spreading. The same fingers that just fucked her ass. She groans. They laugh. Cum lands across her tits first, then more across her throat. She stays on her knees until the last load paints her nipples. By the time they untie her, her hands ache from stroking and her jaw throbs. Her pussy burns. Her ass still flutters. She tastes strangers in her mouth and feels their spit drying on her skin. Everyone leaves smiling. She stays on the floor, used up and glistening, the perfect party favor from 2008.