The Coin
Chapter 2
I moan as I scoop the cum off my face, licking my fingers clean, rubbing my needy clit. My body shivers and then I hear “Cut!!! Print!!”
I blink my eyes as the lights change, looking around. A man says “OK, let’s move next door so we can get started on ‘Gang Bang Mandy—the Sucking 20’s’ “
I shake my head, the Coin is still at work. I wanted all the cock I could handle and so the coin has made me a gang bang pornstar. My head clearing a little with the cum i’ve swallowed, i’m able to think a bit. I seem to go from set to set, ready to take on ever more cocks and cum with my bimbo body. Wonder how much cum I’ll need to have to be able to think and not be ruled by the needs of this new body?
A girl comes over to me and helps me to my feet. “Let’s get you to the wardrobe, we need to get you in that flapper dress so we can start filming.”
At least I understand the title now as the girl helps me squeeze my huge tits into this skimpy dress. OOOOOO, that fringe is cute. As I finish getting in the dress, someone is already working on my makeup, using a semi-permanent lippie to make my plump lips look even redder, touching up my eyeshadow, etc.
After my hair is finished, the girl, I still didn’t catch her name, escorts me to the set. A beautiful art deco nightclub/speakeasy with a large dance floor. I look around, staring at the polished wood, brass, and bakelite accessories, losing myself, I’m shaken out of this daze by the director talking to me.
“Hello Mandy, are you with us? Good, glad you could us. Heard good things about your performance just now, really convincing. So, let me set this up for you. You’ve come to this gin t tonight, the jazz is hot, and you’re enjoying yourself on the dance floor with the booze flowing. What you don’t know is that this latest batch of whiskey is tainted, making it stronger, more powerful, and loosening inhibitions even faster than regular booze. As you dance, you have a wardrobe malfunction, one huge boob falling out, you drop to your knees and next thing you know, you’re surrounded by a bunch of cocks. You lick your lips, say your line, and then start sucking them off. The goal is 100 cocks. At the end, the cops raid the t and you save everybody by sucking off all the cops and g-men. Got it?”
Trying to get in the spirit of things I say “You got it, just give me some bathtub gin to get zozzled and I’m all set for some horizontal refreshment and makin’ whoopee. I can be your prize dickylicker.” Grinning, I also think to myself, where did that come from? How do I know period slang?
I hear “Action!” and suddenly I’m surrounded by guys and gals, all dancing to the jazz band playing. I in, and soon I’m swaying and swinging to the music, my fat tits bouncing up and down in this impossibly tight dress. Men all around me are groping my ass, squeezing my tits, kissing my neck as I move and twirl. Before I know it my tits are out, exposed to groping hands and pinching fingers. Nipples so hard, I feel the hard cocks of three different guys grinding into my ass, my thighs. Then I feel the pressure on my shoulders, pushing me down and, stumbling in my spike heels, I relent, on my knees with the lights flashing, the music playing. It all seems like a dream.
Suddenly there’s a cock in front of my face, and it’s just instinct to wrap my lips around it. Sucking fiercely, while another cock starts to rub against my cheek. I turn to slurp that one into my mouth as well, two more appearing, which I can only take in my soft hands and start stroking. Back and forth, one cock to the next. Even a woman offering her pussy that I eagerly lap. I just can’t help myself, can’t get enough!
Sucking, jerking faster, just lost in a daze of lust, I suddenly feel a spray of cum splash on my face. Some in my mouth, I drink it down, the rest dribbling down my chin. I turn to another cock, sucking hard on that till it fills my mouth as well. Again and again, jerking, stroking, sucking, slurping down cum.
Then out of nowhere someone yells “Cut!”, and lights go on, everyone moves away, and I’m left kneeling on an empty floor, covered in cum. A woman smiles down at me. “Let’s get you cleaned up darlin’”, and I struggle to my feet and teeter my way to the dressing room, holding her hand.
As I lick my lips, I realize I can think. Once again, the large amount of cum has cleared away some cobwebs. Wow, this coin didn’t mess around. This is not the life I would have wished for myself, but at the same time, it is also the fulfillment of my wishes. Strange.
When we reach the dressing room, the woman finishes stripping off the tatters of the flapper dress and quickly sponges me down. She looks at my back and says “we’ll have to touch up that tattoo at some point”. Tattoo?? What tattoo, I think. I try to look over my shoulder but can’t see a thing. What does it look like? What does it say? She then hands me a pair of denim overalls and cowgirl boots. “Let’s get these on. We need to get you all set for Farmgirl Milk Maid”.