A Totally Typical Comic Convention

"You don't watch a lot of anime, do you, Brianna?" Mr. Rice asked me as he held up the costume I was expected to wear for this job.

"No, sir. I mainly just watch shows in the Real Housewives television universe. Not immature kid cartoons like whatever this is from," I said, pointing to the costume. Although I must admit that I was surprised a kids' show would feature a character showing off this much skin.

"I can assure you, Fushidara na Fushidara na Josei Shev is not for kids," Mr. Rice informed me.

"Fush a what? Is that some kind of space language that these nerds came up with?"

"No. It's Japanese. Which is what they speak in Japan. Which is an island nation. On Earth. Please tell me you knew that," he said, looking concerned.

I wasn't making the greatest first impression, which worried me. I took this job because it paid well and only required one day of work. I'm only twenty years old and trying to get through college and earn my degree so I can prove my friends, mom, and high school guidance consular wrong and not end up with a career in porn. All of them think that just because I have large boobs (nearing DD cups), a curvy butt, and plump lips, I will end up fucking people on camera for money. They also say I'm dumb as rocks, but I don't understand how that makes me more qualified to do porn.

This job involves modeling a costume from this... anime and standing next to Mr. Rice's booth for two days of this comic conventional festival thingy. Apparently, this will help him sell more of his pop-culture-themed scented candles. I don't understand how me wearing a stupid costume helps him at all, but I do understand that I won't be sucking dicks while on camera, and that's all that matters to me.

"You are dressed as the main character from the anime Fushidara na Fushidara na Josei Shev. Her name is Roshutsu Shi Ta, and she is fighting to return to her home dimension, which has been taken over by ghost demons from an alternate timeline where her evil twin took over. However, for now, she is stuck on Earth working as a toll booth attendant. Also, she is roommates with seven guys, all of whom have crushes on her," Mr. Rice explained.

I hadn't been paying attention to him since he started talking about that made-up island nation, Jepen, or whatever he called it. I nodded and smiled, which usually got me through most situations. That and a low-cut shirt.

"Now, take the costume and go put it on. The attendees will be arriving in ten minutes." He handed it to me, and I walked to find an empty stall in the lady's room. In the stall, I got my first close look at what I would be wearing for the next two days, and it was ridiculous. The top wasn't really a top but a red bikini. It seemed like it would cover... enough. I'm glad I informed him of my cup size ahead of time so he could size this correctly. The bottom half of the costume consisted of a blue skirt. To say its length would fall above the knees would be a vast understatement. This thing will struggle to keep my panties covered when I'm standing. Any slight bend and I'm flashing all nearby viewers my underwear. The panties that came with the costume were white, meaning they would contrast strongly with the blue skirt, drawing eyes to them whenever they peeked out from beneath the skirt.

I got dressed and collected the clothes I wore to the convention into my backpack. I stepped out of the stall and in front of the mirror to assess the damage. The bikini top showed off a lot more of my tits than I had feared. I couldn't even get the bottom of my boobs fully in. Thus, I was showing off top-boob, side-boob, under-boob, and any other kind of boob a horny nerd could think of. At the very least, the top felt secure on me, and I wasn't going to be accidentally showing any nipples. Top, side, under, or otherwise. I turned around and examined the skirt. The white panties weren't visible as I stood there, but the slightest bend made them pop out from underneath. I would need to be very cautious out in the hall with this.

"That's an awesome Roshutsu Shi Ta costume. Good on you for having the courage to wear it. The fans will love it." Another girl, maybe a few years older than me, made the comment as she adjusted her own costume in front of the mirror.

"I'm not wearing it by choice. It's just a job. I don't care what those losers out there think," I coldly replied.

"A bit of advice. Maybe anime isn't your thing, which is fine. But try to relax and have a positive attitude. If you go out there and give these guys grief for liking what they like, they'll eat you alive. But if you are open and friendly, they'll treat you like a celebrity," she said to me warmly.

But I wasn't having it. "Maybe you are interested in letting these nerds take turns lasting two seconds in your dirty pussy before they cum, but I'm not. This will be the only time this scum will ever see me like this. I'm getting paid to stand around near the booth looking hot, not become a slut for morons like you are planning to. Enjoy degrading yourself for them by choice, cunt." I stormed out of the restroom but looked back to see her giving me a worrying smile.

I felt a bit bad at having exploded at that stranger like that. But I hated that she thought I was doing this for fun, not just for the money. When this was all over, I would need to cool down with a marathon watching of the RHTU, which was my clever name for the Real Housewives television universe. Maybe I'll even finish my fan fiction about the housewives from Orange Country and Salt Lake City teaming up and defeating the evil alliance of the Dallas and Atlanta housewives. All the while, everyone is oblivious to the real threat brewing from the home-based spouses living in Miami...

But my masterpiece would have to wait until this loser convention was completed. I made it back to Mr. Rice's booth, where he looked me over. "Fantastic! You fit in it perfectly. The attendees will be here any minute. You will draw them in, and then the allure of my pop-cultured-themed candles will do the rest. Oh, if anyone asks about how your panties smell, direct them to my 'aroused school-girl panty' smelling candle. Ten percent off if they buy four!" He pulled one of them off the table and had me smell it, filling me with a sense of nostalgia from my days in high school.

It was then that the crowd started pouring in, and the memories of pussy-juice soaked panties left me as I remembered the annoying job ahead of me. Almost instantly, I witnessed an ugly nerd recognize my costume and start pointing me out to their equally ugly nerdy friends. "Check out the Roshutsu Shi Ta cosplay she's wearing. It's from season four after she defeated the ghoul master and got a promotion at her toll booth job," I overheard one of them say.

"You're right! That's what she wore when her seven male roommates all ran into her and accidentally touched her boob."

Soon, some of the less meek losers started approaching me and even dared to talk to me. I thought these types were incapable of talking to a woman that wasn't made of silicone.

"I really like your costume, miss. What do you think Roshutsu Shi Ta meant when she told her boss she needed to leave work an hour early in the last episode? Do you think she will use that time to defeat the succubus her sister sent to Earth or get her driver's license renewed?"

"Do you think it's fair that she be expected to vacuum the floor of the apartment every week, considering her roommates are all unemployed, and she is under constant attack by telekinetic nightmare goblins?"

"Did she wear a thong for her fight against the mecha-gorilla-ghoul because it increased her agility or because she was still under the effect of the impulse ray's effect that made her attracted to apes?"

These idiot's questions were nonsense to my ears. The fact that they even thought a girl like me would want to talk to them was humiliating. Why couldn't they like a realistic show that was about the everyday lives of normal people, like any of the many high-quality Real Housewives shows? If they asked me about an alternative timeline where Cynthia on Real Housewives Atlanta didn't call Carmon a slut twelve times in a row in episode 74, I could speak endlessly about my thoughts on it. But no. they wanted to know about some toll booth whore anime girl.

"I don't know! I don't watch this shitty show! Stop talking to me like any of you would ever have a chance to hook up with me," I blurted out. All of the guys who were enthusiastic to talk with me before went silent, then sulked away.

"Brianna. Get over here, now," Mr. Rice said sternly. Crap. Was I about to get fired for driving everyone away?

"Your job is to bring these young men to the booth so I can sell them scented candles. Do you know how many Princess Peach's Nipple-scented candles I've sold thus far? None!" He held a candle up to my nose, and without ever having played a Mario game in my life, I knew he had nailed the smell of that pink-dressed princess's hard brown nipples. I had to admit the man was a talented candlemaker.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Rice. It's just I know nothing about this... Fish Dare or whatever anime."

"Fushidara na Fushidara na Josei Shev. And it's fine that you don't. When these guys ask you a question, you don't know. Either guess a response or say something to change the subject. Just keep them engaged! Understood?" I nodded and retook my spot next to the booth.

The guys I chased away before were soon replaced by a new pack of losers. I prepared myself to be more engaging and hoped these guys realized just how privileged they were to have me actually respond to the annoying noises they made with their mouths. "That's a great Roshutsu Shi Ta cosplay. What's your favorite episode," a man who looked to be nearly forty asked me.

I could just blurt out a random number, but then they might ask me specific ones about it. "Ummm, I would say any episode in which she... wears her hair in pigtails." My hair currently was in pigtails at the request of Mr. Rice, so I figured she must do it at least sometimes.

"Wow. She only wears pigtails when she plans to give a bunch of dudes blow jobs. You must like seeing her get face fucked as much as me. Oh hey, is that a Tomb Raider taint-scented candle? I'll take five," the man said, rushing over to the booth with his credit card out. I wanted to protest his assumption that I loved watching animated women give blow jobs, but I decided to leave things at that and call it a win. But damn, what the hell is up with his weird anime?

"Everyone knows that she has a higher power level when her hair is in a bun, but I do agree her blow job skills are better in pigtails," another guy said, stepping in front of me and staring at my bikini-clad chest. "If you were Roshutsu Shi Ta, which of her seven roommates would you want to date?"

"Ummm... the one with the biggest dick," I said. I immediately regretted my choice, but all that blow job talk made me keep thinking about penises.

"Ah, that would be Usai Baka. Wise choice."

However, this sparked a disagreement with some of the other guys. "What? Bakana Hen has a way bigger dick. Did you see how much larger it was compared to the strap on Roshutsu Shi Ta wore in episode 100," another man interjected.

"Everyone knows Roshutsu Shi Ta only owns straps ons with tiny dildos because that's what her best friend prefers. Kowai Kirei has a huge pecker. Remember when he made the demon lord's wife squirt seven times? You can't do that with a tiny cock."

The men continued to argue aggressively until finally, Mr. Rice interjected. "Boys! Boys! Why fight when you can sample my Chun Li's sweaty thong candle!" All of the men immediately dropped the argument and partook in smelling the ass-crack clothing of a female street fighter.

I seemed to have a talent for engaging with men about an apparently very horny anime I've never seen. I was feeling pretty proud of myself when an overweight college-age guy approached me. "I know you are faking this. You've never seen an episode of the show in your life, have you? Women hate this anime because it's action-focused, there's no singing, and every episode features several minutes of close-up shots of vaginas. Just admit you're a fake fan," he demanded.

"What? No. I love... this show. I'll prove it. Ask me anything!" I said, panicking. Damn. If I drive off more people from the booth, Mr. Rice will fire me for sure. This isn't good.

"Fine. I'll give you three questions. If you get any of them wrong, you have to announce to everyone that you hate the show and that girls like you won't date me because my musk is too masculine for you to handle. Question one. What did Roshutsu Shi Ta do to prove her worthiness to the prince of neo-Jupiter?"

My mind raced, trying to think of what it could be. This was so stressful, and when my mind is overwhelmed and panicked like this, I start getting... shameful thoughts in my head. A crowd had formed around me and was waiting for me to answer. I had to say something, so I just called out whatever popped into my head. "Anal!" I yelled out.

"That's... correct. But I'm not impressed. You probably just saw that on the movie posters last year when you were going to see some dumb romantic comedy. This next one won't be so easy. Complete this quote for season two. 'Princess, you must use your gift to defeat the cyborg pirate and her army of evil. You must give her...'"

"Anal!" I immediately blurted out that word without thinking. Damn it. I did the same thing during my last Spanish test in school.

"That's... correct. I'm impressed. Did you know that was a miss-translation? In the original Japanese script, she had to give the cyborg pirate the ring her mother had given her. After that aired, the English dub was forced to make significant changes to the story going forward to account for that error. It's also why the English dub is far more popular." Unlike that Spanish test and senior prom night, anal was proving to be a good choice today.

"But we aren't done yet. This last one I couldn't even get right when it was asked at last year's Fushidara na Fushidara na Josei Shev trivia championship. Prepare yourself because here it comes..."

"Is the answer anal again," I asked after having figured out the pattern.

"What? Wait. Let me ask the question first. Geez. What did Roshutsu Shi Ta do to keep her boss from firing her when she... was late to work after fighting... the cyber whore ninjas... Fine! You win! But I'm still right about why you women folk won't date me." He stomped off in a huff, and the crowd applauded me.

Feeling rather full of myself, I took a bow, flashing my panties to the dozen men behind me. I stood back up quickly and pretended like that didn't happen. "Excellent work, Brianna! I need to go to the van and get more of Thor's used condom-scented candles. I didn't think they would be a popular item, but I'm learning something about the preferences of young men today. While I'm gone, how about you pose for some pictures? Just remember. Keep them engaged and happy," he said before walking off.

The guys started immediately taking advantage of this offer and stood next to me, one after the other, posing for a picture with me. This also prompted them to shower me with praise.

"You are so beautiful."

"Your face and body are gorgeous."

"That smile of yours lights up a room with a million candles. Nothing makes me happier than seeing you happy. Also, your tits are awesome," a young man told me.

"Thank you," I said before processing everything he had said. I felt like I was glowing with how good these guys were making me feel with their comments. Even if they were coming from nerdy virgin losers. Surprisingly, the comment about my chest was making me feel good. Including in ways I would rather not admit.

"Can I put my hand around your waist for the picture," a man asked me.

"What? Yeah, sure," I replied and went back to daydreaming about how I really was a very hot chick. I could probably get any guy here if I wanted. Which I don't, of course.

"Can I put my hand lower," he asked.

"I already said it's fine," I replied before going back to my thoughts. I could probably create a whole harem of nerds to worship me and please me in any way I wanted. Any time I wanted, I could ask for one of them to let me suck their... no! I don't want to do that with these guys.

"Can my friend join in on the picture and put his hands on the other side of mine?"

"Yes! Stop asking and just do what you want and get it over with. Geez," I complained. These guys keep interrupting my sexual fantasy about me taking on five nerd dicks at once. I mean... not having sex with people that I'm too good to even talk with, let alone get creampied over and over by. Jesus, what's wrong with me today? Why are my nipples hard and my ass feeling squished?

"What are you doing!" I yelled, realizing my bikini-clad chest was being groped. Jumping back to get free of this groping, I ended up pressing my butt cheeks even further into the second guy who was feeling up my butt.

"What are you doing back there?" I jumped forward to escape his grasp, only for my tits to end up back in the hands of the first guy. Finally, I ducked down and was free from nerds exploring my body. "What the hell, guys!"

"You told us we could. In fact, you got mad at us for asking and told us just to do it," one of the guys said defensively. The crowd watching us nodded in agreement with him, and I do remember saying something like that.

"You said we could do what we want, and we did. You didn't say anything for like thirty seconds, during which time we... were touching you," the other guy explained.

Getting frustrated by this, I yelled, blurting out a defense of myself. "When I said those things, I was distracted thinking about you guys running a train on me. I mean... you misheard me say that just then."

"You want us to run a train on you? Like you want us to line up and have sex with you one after the other," a guy in the crowd asked.

"No! Not at all. You guys kept giving me compliments, and that messed with my head. That's all!"

"So if we say nice things about your body, we can run a train on you?"

"No! Just shut up and line up for pictures. Geez!"

The two guys who now knew what my butt and boobs felt like moved on and another nerd who I would not fantasize about having sex bareback with took their place standing next to me. "Your body is the most stunning thing I've ever laid eyes on," he said to me.

"Stop talking. You're not getting in my pants," I replied harshly while trying to not blush. These assholes were telling me things even my previous boyfriends didn't tell me. I think the best compliment I ever got from them was, 'Your tits bounce a lot during sex.'

"So can I touch your butt for the picture," the guy then asked me. "No! I'm not a stripper that you get to feel up!"

"Strippers don't let you touch them. You're more like a prostitute," a guy off to the side pointed out.

"It doesn't matter because I'm not getting groped by you or anyone."

"You let the previous guys do it. Why did they get the privilege, but the rest of us don't? Is it because you were sexually attracted to them? So just because you don't want us to smash your pussy we can't touch your boobs?"

"I don't want to have sex with them! I just... It was... Fine. You can touch me, but no one else can," I yelled out.

This same argument reoccurred with the next seven guys that wanted pictures with me until I finally gave up fighting them and let them go to town groping me for pictures. Better I let them touch me than think I wanted to fuck some nerd earlier. At least, I think it was.

Being touched repeatedly by strangers was an unusual experience. I felt so used but desired. And they kept pushing boundaries with me.

"Do you have to pinch my nipples when you grapple my chest?"

"Sorry, but they're so hard and pointy. They really stick out of your bikini top," the man whose hands were on my chest pointed.

"Well, I'm not getting horny and having dirty thoughts about you sucking on my nipples until I cum, if that's what you are implying!"

"Why are the bottom of your panties so wet," the man, currently groping my ass, asked.

"I'm... sweating. That's crotch sweat. I'm not wet because I'm horny and keep fantasizing about me taking off my panties and letting you guys fuck me raw right here in the open!"

Fuck, when was Mr. Rice going to get back so I could stop doing these pictures and go back to talking about me getting anally fucked. I mean the character I'm playing getting anally fucked in the dumb show these nerds blow their load over. All over... Maybe even on my face... No! Stop it, brain!

A single picture seemed to take almost two minutes as the photographer fumbled with the guys' phone. This left the men I was posing with ample time to enjoy the feeling of my body. I began to suspect that maybe the pictures were taking so long on purpose. After a last squeeze of my cheeks, my current group of guys left, and a new man stood next to me and got ready for the picture. "Man, you are soaked down there," he commented, running his hand under my skirt.

"Well, I... hot here... cocks on the mind...," I mumbled. His hand brushed over a sensitive area, distracting me. Back and forth his fingers went, feeling the shape of my labia through my moist panties.

With my mouth agape and my vision unfocused, the guy holding the phone finally took the picture, and my current 'friend' started to walk off. I grabbed him by the shirt collar and stopped him. "I think I blinked when he took the photo. I think we should retake it, just to be sure," I said through heavy breathing.

The stranger resumed his current position, rubbing me in a way I admit I was finding mildly enjoyable. My muscles spasmed when I felt his finger rub over my clit, and I wanted to feel more of that. I took hold of his hand and directed him to rub this more... agreeable area of mine. "Don't stop... taking pictures. I'm really enjoying taking pictures with this stud, errr, loser," I said convincingly.

I put my arm around his shoulder to steady myself as wave after wave of pleasure started to emanate from my pussy. I rode the waves gleefully but wanted more. "As has already been established, I'm an expert at this whatever the fuck the name of this show is that you dorks are into. To make this picture look more authentic, you should put your hand down my panties. That's what the character I'm dressed as would want," I said to the guy currently rubbing my panties.

"Actually, if Roshutsu Shi Ta was here in your place, she would most likely use the pose taught to her by her ancestral tiger spirit in which she puts one arm in the air to signify her family's devotion to the god of gumption while her feet would be angled...,"

"Dude, do you want to finger my hot wet pussy or not?"

"Oh. Sorry. I do. Very much so," he admitted and slid his hand down the front of my panties.

I closed my eyes and let myself enjoy the feeling of his plump fingers. My mind became a cloudy haze of dirty thoughts, and my awareness of the world around me faded. I was happy this guy asked me out this date or paid me to finger fuck me. I couldn't remember exactly why I was doing this, but I was close to getting off, and that's all that mattered. "Fuck I feel amazing. Oh God," I loudly moaned out. I was no longer feeling waves of pleasure but a torrent of it. And it was building fast. I grabbed my tits with my hands and started pinching my nipples, all while my new best friend/paying customer fingered me with increasing vigor.

Then, without warning, my body exploded with ecstasy. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming! God, I want your cock in me!" I yelled out as my mind was taken over with pure sexual thoughts and feelings. I rode the orgasm to its fullest extent.

Just as it started to fade, I heard a voice yelling out to me. "Brianna! What the hell are you doing!" My eyes shot open to see Mr. Rice standing in front of me, looking pissed. I pushed the man whose hand was in my panties away and stood up straight, although my muscles still occasionally convulsed.

"I was taking pictures, just like you asked. What you just saw me doing was me re-enacting a scene from the show and not me sexually degrading myself with a guy that couldn't get with me for a million dollars!"

"I know what I saw, and the beloved Roshutsu Shi Ta would never do what I just witnessed you do. She's a woman of purity and innocence. You have defiled her name and shamed my candle booth! I think you should leave," he said coldly.

"But Mr. Rice, if you would just give me a chance to explain why I let this loser finger me to an orgasm while a hundred people watched on in front of your booth..."

"I think you should go!" He yelled over me. I had fucked this up royally.

With my head down, I walked away, not sure what to do now. Over the next hour, I aimlessly wandered the convention. I passed booths selling crotchless Wonder Woman panties, dragon-themed butt plugs, crotchless Sailor Moon panties, statues of giant titty anime girls going down on each other, and t-shirts of Marvel characters in crotchless panties. These nerds really hate crotches.

Realizing staying was serving no purpose other than making me tempted to buy a statue I didn't need, I started heading to the exit. "Brianna! Brianna! I finally found you," Mr. Rice said, running up to me.

"Hello, sir. You probably want me to give the costume back now, don't you? I would highly recommend giving the panties a deep cleaning before you..."

"No! Forget that. After you let yourself get fingered fucked, our scented candle sales exploded. Spider Woman queef? Sold out. Elasta Girl's sweaty butt cheeks? All gone. Pink Ranger's dildo after watching 300? Every one of them sold. I was wrong. Having a woman orgasm by my booth proved to drive male interest. I want you back, and I'll double your pay!"

"What about defiling the name of Roshutsu Shi Ta," I asked.

"I may have spoken out of turn there. After you left, I was reminded that she let herself get fingered in front of crowds in no less than six episodes, including the Thanksgiving special. But what do you say? Will you come back?" I smiled and nodded, and he led me back to the booth. Although I worried about what I might have committed myself to.

We didn't head to the booth, however, and instead went outside of the hall. "Where are we going, Mr. Rice? Am I not helping you sell candles at the booth by getting constantly finger-blasted by losers whose cock I'm not fantasizing about shooting cum down my throat?" Didn't mean to say that last part. He probably didn't hear me say that anyway.

"I told you, I'm practically sold out of candles. The booth is closed until I get more in later today. No, I need your help with something much bigger. I have someone who wants to make a deal that will double my yearly revenue."

"How can I help with that?" I asked, confused. But he didn't answer me, and we entered a small meeting room with five Asian businessmen.

"Gentlemen, thank you for waiting. This is my... business partner you were so interested in meeting," he said, leading me over to them. All five shook my head and bowed. Well, it was less of a bow and more of a lean into my chest.

"Brianna, these men are from Japan." Oh God, these guys are doing some weird role-play, aren't they? Where they pretend to be from that fantasy island place Mr. Rice mentioned earlier. Really lazy costumes, though; they're just normal suits.

"It's nice to meet you all. Do you want me to pretend to be an elf or troll or something? What do you have in Japan anyway? Ice demons?"

The five men looked at each other, confused, but the excitement in their eyes didn't wane. "No need for anything like that, Brianna. These men want to sell my candles in their stores. Between them, that's over two hundred locations. But to close the deal, I may have promised them that you would..." Mr. Rice didn't finish his sentence but instead motioned over to the five men.

I darted my eyes between him and the men who were pretending to be from a mystical island. "Use my vast intellect to improve their businesses?"

Mr. Rice laughed. "Oh god, no. Never. Nope. No, I want you to give all five guys a blow job."

"Mr. Rice!" I exclaimed, backing up from his. "I am not your whore to pass around. That will not happen. Just because I let probably fifty sweaty guys grope me for half an hour and let one make me cum with his delightful fingers doesn't mean I'm going to let some LARPers spray their cum into my mouth."

"I'll double your pay," he offered.

"You're paying me forty-two dollars for the whole weekend. How cheap of a woman do you think I am?"

One of the five men then spoke up. "I apologize for the crassness that this was brought up with you. We didn't mean to offend you like this, but we were too eager to experience the loving touch of a woman such as you. In Japan, so few women are willing to ever dress as the legendary Roshutsu Shi Ta because the character has done so, so, so many disgraceful sexual acts. Seeing a live-action version of her made us forget our manners. I apologize once again."

"Thank you for that. I accept your apology," I replied. It felt really good having this guy realize I'm a woman with real feelings and not some slut for him and his buddies to use for their pleasure.

"Excellent. Now that you've accepted my half-baked apology, I assume we are all good to face fuck you," the man then asked, rapidly changing his demeanor.

"God damn it," I replied.

The men and Mr. Rice all looked at me anxiously. How did this simple job of standing around in a costume end up with me expected to swallow a bunch of nerdy, middle age men's cum. Despite my pay still being under a hundred dollars, I had to admit I needed it. Tuition was due very soon, and without it, I would be forced to drop out. Almost certainly, I would never hear the end of it from my mom, berating me that she was right that I wasn't college graduate material. Rather I was destined to be a porn star, given how many times I had been tricked into blowing guys during high school. Well, I was going to prove her wrong by blowing these guys.

"I'll give one of you the privilege of using my mouth for your sexual pleasure. And just the one. Don't you other guys go thinking you can talk me into expanding that by complimenting my hair or blow job technique. That won't work on me anymore." Memories of me hanging out with the debate club suddenly came to me. "Also, I get to choose who it is. Ummm."

I looked around at the men and considered whose dick I wanted in my mouth. It would probably be too weird to ask them to show me their cocks before I picked. Would they know which of them had the best-tasting cum? Do guys talk about the taste of their spum with each other? Guys aren't nearly as open with each other as women are.

After getting distracted by remembering what some of my girlfriends tasted like, I randomly chose a middle-aged, bald man. "Don't think I chose you because I have a bald guy fetish. I chose you because I like your... watch. Yeah, your watch." God, I want to rub my tits on his bare scalp so bad.

I walked over to him, got on my knees, and unbuckled his pants. Reaching in, I pulled out his cock and took a deep breath. I was no stranger to blow jobs, but it felt like I was accepting money for this one. Almost as if I was a prostitute. Except I wasn't, I told myself. I'm working as a model, and I happened across an opportunity to enjoy tasting a stranger's dick. That line of thinking made me feel better, as did the feeling of a bare penis rubbing against my lips.

I got to work wetting the entire length of his shaft with saliva, and soon, my tongue was covered in the taste of his cock. It had been too long since I had partaken in blowing a guy, not since I had no cash on hand to tip the pizza delivery guy the previous week. As I bobbed my head back and forth, my tongue licked every inch of his manhood it could reach, and I let out a muffled moan as I lost myself to this act.

"Oh, Roshutsu Shi Ta, I've always dreamed you would do this to me. Let me be the prince that shows you the way to true enlightenment. Suck me with all your vigor, and together, we can overcome your step-sister's terrible rule over this quadrant of the galaxy," my current lover said in anguish. I took it that he was pretending I was the character I was dressed as. Was I expected to blow him like this chick would as well? I hoped she gave head by deep-throating guys while massaging their balls because that's what I was doing.

Without warning, my mouth filled with the delightfully warm and salty taste that I so often experienced while struggling to make a passing grade in my US History lecture. He withdrew from me and showered me in compliments. "Fantastic job, Roshutsu Shi Ta or whatever your real, weird American name was. You truly closed the deal, and Mr. Rice's candles will be stocked in our stores by the end of the month," the man declared while putting away his penis. I stayed on my knees while the men all shook hands and complimented my lover on receiving the blow job so well. I, however, was not satisfied. That had been so quick, and I barely got to lick his tip. No, I would have dick on the brain all day if I didn't fully fulfill this itch I had for more blow jobs.

"I have decided to blow one more of you," I declared, interrupting the celebration between Mr. Rice and the men.

"There's no need, Brianna. The deal has been closed. You can relax," Mr. Rice said.

How can I explain this without sounding like a total slut for oral sex? "You promised to double my pay for blowing that guy, which gives me an extra forty-two dollars. I admit I only put twenty-one dollars worth of effort into orally pleasuring that bald stud. If I don't feel another guy unload the contents of his balls into my mouth while I resist the urge to let him fuck me raw, it would be like I'm stealing from you, Mr. Rice. Please. Let me just have one more penis in my mouth. Our business transaction won't feel ethical unless I do," I pleaded. It was an odd experience to beg someone to let you blow them. Usually, it was the other way around for me and most commonly involved the pizza guy asking me to pretend I didn't have tip money to give him.

I crawled over to a man probably the same age as my father and proceeded to take out his dick. He offered no resistance, and the room was silent as they all watched me take my second dick of the day into my mouth. I made short work of it, and soon, his sperm was added to my stomach. Man, do I love the taste of men's ejaculate.

"Both of the men I picked to blow were wearing red ties while the rest of you are wearing black ties. I don't want to make it seem like I'm playing favorites with tie color," I explained as I took hold of the third man's dick.

Three minutes later, as I wiped cum off my mouth, I stated, "My grandmother always told me it's unlucky to give oral to three guys on the same day. Better be safe and make it four."

Five minutes later, I was savoring the remnants of the tastiest cum of the day thus far. "I want the fifth guy to face fuck me," I said, giving up on viable excuses for my slutty behavior.

Ten minutes and one sore jaw later, I stood up in a room full of five satisfied men and a very impressed boss. "Gentlemen, thank you for meeting and agreeing to this deal. Brianna, or rather Roshutsu Shi Ta, and I need to head back to my booth," Mr. Rice stated as he led me out of the room and back into the large hall where the booths were.

"I hope I didn't embarrass you by acting too much like a slut, Mr. Rice," I said after reflecting back on my actions.

"You did great, Brianna. You have nothing to be ashamed of. Many college-age girls like you end up at some point in their lives blowing a room full of Japanese businessmen while dressed as a slutty toll booth attendant." Hearing that made me feel much better.

When we got back to the booth, there was a large gathering of men. "It's too bad you don't have any candles left, sir. You're going to disappoint all of these people when you tell them the news that you are sold out."

"They aren't here for that. I ran a promotion where I included a raffle ticket with every candle sold. It's time to pull the winning tickets," he explained.

Brianna stood next to her boss as he got the crowd pumped up for the drawing. "Thank you all for your business today. I never imagined I would gather this much interest in my humble products, but you proved me wrong today. But you aren't here to listen to me babble on. You want some prizes! Well, I will draw three tickets in total, with the last one being our grand prize! I hope you are ready because here we go!"

Reaching his hand into the ticket-filled bucket, Mr. Rice pulled out a single one. "One-hundred and fifteen," he announced.

Immediately, a young man standing off to the side jumped up and made his way through the crowd to the front. "Congratulations, sir, and here is your prize!"

Mr. Rice then handed him a five-dollar gift certificate to Sears. "Aren't these all closed now," the man asked in confusion.

"Nope. There are twelve still left. Well, ten after this weekend. There's one up in Detroit," Mr. Rice said, forcing the paper into his hands.

"But that's seven hours away," the man complained before being dismissed by Mr. Rice.

The crowd's enthusiasm died down noticeably after that disappointing prize. Sensing this, Mr. Rice tried to reassure everyone. "That was just the first and least valuable prize, everyone! It only gets better from here. And don't forget about the lovely Roshutsu Shi Ta! Brianna, quick! Do something sexy and in character for the people!"

Panic hit me as I was clueless about what to say, so I just blurted something out. "I... look forward to getting cummed on by a group of space-ninja vampires."

The crowd was silent for a moment, making me nervous that I said something terrible before they broke out in applause. "Breaking out quotes from the Christmas special. Nice," a nearby nerd told me while giving me the thumbs up.

With everyone at least temporarily content, Mr. Rice moved on to the second drawing. This time, a very overweight man won and took a while to squeeze to the front. "I can tell this prize is exactly your cup of tea, mister. It's a copy of Son of the Mask on Laserdisc!"

The large man took the gift, which didn't even come with a case. It was just the disc, and stared at it, bewildered. "The Mask was Jim Carey's greatest movie. True, he refused to have anything to do with this sequel, but they got Jamie Kennedy for this one!" The man continued to silently stare, almost as if the prize was making him question his life choices up to this point.

Realizing he wasn't going to get a response from the man any time soon, Mr. Rice attempted to move the event along. The crowd, though, was not happy and started booing.

"You promised us prizes that would exceed all of our wildest dreams!"

"If the final prize isn't fantastic, we're going to riot!"

"Son of the Mask sucks! They didn't even show full penetration during the sex scene!"

"I can promise you the final prize is not another laser disc and is worth much more than the first prize," Mr. Rice tried to reassure them. Feeling their anger, he knew he had to reveal what it was before drawing the number. "The grand prize is... a seven-dollar gift certificate to Sears. The card says it's for fifteen dollars, but I used eight dollars on in it in 1997 to buy a hammer!" The crowd erupted, and the looks in their eyes told me they were going to hang Mr. Rice for their disappointment.

"And raw, anything goes sex with me for two hours straight!" I yelled. That stopped everyone, and their eyes quickly showed a different emotion.

"What... did you say," one of the men asked while holding a chair he was about to launch at my boss.

"I said... in addition to the seven-dollar gift certificate, the winner will also get to... have sex with me," I said with a shaky voice.

"You said raw sex, right? No condoms?"

"I did say that... yes," I admitted.

"And anything goes? Including doing anal in the bathroom of a Wendy's while all my friends watch us and masturbate?"

"I... I guess?" Dear lord, don't let him win. Well... maybe let him win a little.

"Draw the fucking ticket already! I'm ready to fuck," yelled a guy from the back, and that caused the crowd to start chanting for Mr. Rice to reveal who would be spending the next couple of hours loading up my pussy and/or ass with their cum.

"Ninety-nine is the lucky man," he announced. No one reacted, and everyone looked around at each other. Had the guy with the ticket not bothered to show up?

"I think that's my number," said a meek, out-of-sight voice. The crowd parted, revealing a young-looking, short guy. He handed his ticket to Mr. Rice, who declared it legit. The man stood several inches shorter than me, at just a couple of inches above 5 feet. He had very average looks but struggled to look me in the eyes. This would be the lover for the near future.

The crowd dispersed in a bad mood, having been so close to getting into my panties, only to be denied. I stood awkwardly with the winner for a bit. "So... what's your name," I asked.

"Erik," he replied, looking at his feet.

"So... you have two hours with me. Where do you want to go? I heard the bathroom stalls in Wendy's are nice...," I said.

"Oh. I have a room in the attached hotel. We can go there. That is if you really want to do this. You don't have to, you know," he told me.

That was sweet of him to offer me that out. But I was raised to honor your deals, even if that deal involves a stranger plowing your mound. "Let's go have some fun."

We rode the elevator up to the floor his room was on. He spent the ride on his phone typing out messages. God, I hope he isn't telling his mom about this. I hate meeting the moms of guys I boned. They always call me slutty, whorish, and way too pushy about getting their husband to agree to a threesome.

A minute later, we were sitting on his bed in the hotel room. "I'm sorry. I've never really talked with, let alone... be with a woman. I only turned eighteen two weeks ago. I just wanted a Bulma's armpit-scented candle. I didn't expect buying it to result in... you." It was not surprising to learn he was a virgin. I remember my first time fondly. I was house-sitting at my parent's place while they were on vacation and decided to throw a big party. There were so many people there, including this hot guy I had a huge lady boner for. My whole reason for throwing this party was to get him in the sack. Well, he was twenty minutes late for the party. I was too impatient and horny and ended up having a threesome with these two guys from Denmark. I couldn't understand a thing they said, but they made me cum twice while fucking in my parent's bed. I hope I can make Erik's first time just as special.

"Well, you are in charge, big... ish guy. Tell me what you want, and I'll do it."

"Take off your panties and bra, but leave the skirt on," he told me.

"Oh. Okay," I said, standing up. I took off my bra, and his eyes marveled at the sight of my large, totally exposed tits. I then pulled down my panties and lifted up the skirt to give him a better view of my pussy. He continued to stare in awe at my tits, not even glancing at my hot as fuck womanhood. That was pretty rude of him, I thought. I got my pubic hair really good looking today and everything.

"What do you want to do now, Erik?"

"I want to be on top of you for this, so I can watch you while we... have sex. Is that okay?"

"That sounds great, Erik," I replied. I got on the bed and awaited him to join me. He opted to strip fully naked first, getting me a good look at that cock of his. He then slowly got on the bed and climbed onto me.

"Can I kiss you," he asked.

"I would love to kiss you. Maybe you could also admire my vaginal area and how neatly fashioned it is," I suggested. But he ignored my suggestion and went right for the kissing. He lightly met my lips, and I highly suspected it was his first kiss. Slowly, he got more into the kissing and started to relax a bit. It was then I felt the unmistakable feeling of a boner poking my stomach. "Someone's ready for some fun," I said, looking down at him.

He took a deep breath and began fumbling with the tip of his penis, trying to find the entry point into my vagina. I always enjoyed having a virgin try and guess where to put their sexual member. I think it's good for them to learn by doing, even if it means they make some mistakes. One guy I hooked up with after Spanish class still doesn't realize he lost his virginity by anally fucking me. I laugh thinking about him complaining to his second lover that her vagina doesn't feel right to him.

But Erik found the right hole and slid into me with little effort. "Oh god, that feels amazing," he moaned out. He felt pretty darn good as well. We resumed kissing, and he thrust deeper and deeper into me with a rapidly increasing pace. I knew he wouldn't last long at this rate, and thirty seconds into his first sexual act, he came inside me.

"Nice job, Erik. That was amazing for your first time," I told him, trying to keep him encouraged. He withdrew from me and started to get dressed.

"We still have a lot of time, you know. I'm all yours to do whatever you want for the next two hours," I reminded him.

"Oh, I can't get an erection again for hours after cumming. That's all I'm going to be able to do. But don't worry," he said, having just finished dressing. He headed to the door, and I guess these two hours were going to end a lot sooner than I thought. "Come on in, I got her warmed up. She's on the bed and ready to go," Erik told someone.

A moment later, a guy walked in with hungry eyes and started undressing. "Oh my God, Erik! Who is this!" I yelled, covering my tits. I left my pussy uncovered because I was determined for someone to appreciate my vaginal landscaping.

"Hey! Forgetting something?" Erik told the guy.

"Oh, right. Fifty bucks like we agreed. And don't worry. I'll be quick. Just like we talked about," he said.

"Are you whoring me out? That wasn't the deal!" I complained.

"You just told me you're mine to do whatever you want with for the next two hours. Well, I want to let men pay me fifty dollars to blow their load inside you. Oh, I guess I also wanted to fuck you first, but we already did that. Now, are you going to settle down and let this guy bang you, or am I going to have to let everyone know that Mr. Rice's candle business doesn't keep its promises regarding winning women as prizes?

I weighed the pros and cons of allowing myself to be exploited in this way. The first pro was that seeing the previously meek Erik turn into this commanding figure that wanted to pimp me out was really turning me on. The second pro was while Erik was talking, this stranger continued to undress, and I liked what I saw. The third pro was after Erik was done fucking me, I had proceeded to finger myself, and that cock could probably do a better job than my finger. The fourth pro was I had yet to think of a single con to allowing myself to be whored out, and I had already pulled this stranger onto the bed, and he was going to town on my beef flaps with his wiener. The pros had it.

As his hips slammed into mine and he watched my tits bounce in the process, all shame I felt allowing myself to be whored out faded. My mom, friends, and even pastor had all teased me relentlessly since I turned 18 that I would end up a porn star. Jokes on them, I'm a prostitute. Except I wasn't actually getting any money for this. I guess I'm just a slut which they all already knew. But not a porn star!

This gentleman, with whom I hadn't yet exchanged one word, was enduring much better than Erik. The feeling of his bare skin rubbing intimately against every wrinkle of the inside of my pussy was delightful. Every few strokes, he would angle his cock in such a way that would leave me temporarily breathless. I wrapped my arms around his admittedly chubby body as his cock induced spark after spark of pleasure deep inside me. That unreachable itch that I could never satisfy, no matter how many times in a day I masturbate, was getting satiated by this man.

Quickly, though, his thrusts were going beyond satisfying and began to drive me wild. My tongue was nearly out of my mouth as I became overwhelmed with sexual energy building inside me. Every feeling of him sliding his shaft inside me. The sensation of the tip of his penis penetrating deeper into me. My mind drifted to thoughts about me becoming a full-time whore for hire. All of it contributed to the build-up, which was in danger of going critical and driving me over the edge.

"Nice pubic hair, by the way," the man said to me. Right then, I experienced a sexual explosion that rocked my entire body. I gripped his flabby shoulder hard and felt my muscles contract over and over as waves of pleasure hit me.

"Thank... fuck fuck fuck... you... I'm so damn cumming hard... noticing... I'm gonna pass out," I said, trying my best to be polite while riding my climax. Finally, it released me, and the stranger unleashed his cum inside me.

"You are most welcome. Thanks for the fuck!" He said, climbing off me and getting dressed. And just like that, the man was out of my life. Still didn't know his name, but I knew he appreciated well-groomed pubic hair, and that was what really mattered.

"Is it my turn now," another unfamiliar voice asked. I sat up with shaky arms and witnessed another nerdy-looking guy undressing while drooling over my nude and cum filled body.

"Another one? How many guys did you invite to fuck me for money?"

"What do you mean? I put up a notification on the Comic Con's social media page. I even included a picture of you with it. It's surprisingly getting a lot of attention."

"Surprisingly?" I questioned, more concerned that he didn't think a hot number like me wouldn't get a ton of interest from these horny fucks. I guess I should also be concerned that pictures of me are being posted on the internet, claiming I'm a whore. But seriously. Surprisingly?

"Yeah, there's a huge line outside the room," the now-naked new stranger said as he climbed onto the bed. There's a line of men waiting to fuck me for fifty dollars a pop, I thought about as the man invited himself into my pussy. I knew I was hot, but, damn, a line of men all willing to fuck me? When I was younger, I got tickets to the opening night showing of The Son of Mask, and that didn't even have a line despite the talented Jamie Kennedy being in the movie. My pussy was more popular than Jamie Kennedy.

Over the next couple of hours, the hotel door might as well have been a revolving door as men quickly entered and left, just as they entered and then left me, albeit a few grams lighter. The range of men was incredible. I mean, they were all loser nerds who should be thanking the gods they were getting with a beautiful woman like me, but within that demographic, they were all over the place. From barely legal teens to men that told me stories of fucking whores in the Korean War, all while they fucked me. Erik was making a killing as these men did not last long. At times I was gushing cum. What they lacked in endurance, they made for in volume.

Despite not getting any monetary value out of this experience, I was getting plenty of orgasmic value. Something about how these men looked at me with such lust really drove me over the edge. Especially their Korean whore stories. Those really got me going.

As a very overweight man was plowing me from behind, I happened to glance at the clock. "Oh shit, how long has it been? 2:20?" I asked Erik between my panting.

"A minute at most, I guess. Just like any other time," he replied. "Your two hours ended almost thirty minutes ago. After this guy finishes, I'm going to... fuck two more guys, but then I really need to go," I declared.

Four guys later, I got myself cleaned up in the bathroom and headed back to the hall in my costume. I hoped the cum stains on the skirt weren't too noticeable. "Nice detail with the cum stains on the skirt. It makes your Roshutsu Shi Ta costume look much more authentic," a man said to me. Followed by five others on the way to Mr. Rice's booth.

"Welcome back. Did you enjoy your time with that boy," Mr. Rice asked me as I approached the booth in bow-legged walk.

"It was fucked," I said.

"Well, yeah. That's what you said you would do with him."

"No, I mean... never mind," I replied, not desiring to explain my foray into profitless whoring to my boss. I'll save the whole story for my pastor. He loves these types of tales. Or at least he likes recounting them to me.

"Well, I'm glad you're back. I want you to meet Oppaiwa Egakuno Gatokui," he said, drawing attention to the man standing next to him. I shook hands with him as he gave my body a long look.

"You look almost exactly like her, my beloved Roshutsu Shi Ta. If only your tits were three cup sizes larger," he said, getting his face close into my DD cup-size boobs. I was getting ready to knock this guy out for suggesting my breasts weren't the perfect size.

"Oppaiwa is the creator of the Fushidara na Fushidara na Josei Shev anime, Brianna. He got word of your cosplay and had to come check it out. You should feel very special. It's rare for him to make appearances like this," Mr. Rice explained. Oppaiwa then took the opportunity to lift up my skirt and examine my panties from all sides. I think it was him that was feeling special, I thought.

"Yes, this is all good. That settles it. I want you for my film," he declared, finally releasing my skirt.

"Oppaiwa is looking to create a live version of Fushidara na Fushidara na Josei Shev. He wants you to play Roshutsu Shi Ta, of course!" Mr. Rice excitedly told me. Knowing everything I have learned about this show, I couldn't think of any way this could go bad.

"I guess I'm in. When do we start?"

The answer to that question was now, as they already had a set put together, along with fellow actors and cameras set up. I was amazed that they had all this setup and ready to go before even casting their main character. What would they have done if I had dressed up as something else? I hadn't seen any other women dressed in this slutty outfit or anything even close. They really lucked out with me. As do most men that I interact with.

I was introduced to the crew and the other actors. I ended up not remembering any of their names esp, especially not the characters I was told they would be playing. What did it matter anyway? I'm the star of this show. They should be catering to me. "We only have a few hours to film. So let's get to the first scene," Oppaiwa announced.

"Wait. What am I doing? I haven't been given any directions or any lines. What are we even filming? A show, movie, tik-tok," I complained.

"We are re-enacting the famous scene from season seven, episode forty-two. You need to get the door code you need to access your toll booth, but only the half-man, half-demon, half-robot king knows it. You just need to do the same thing Roshutsu Shi Ta did in the show to convince him to give it to you," Oppaiwa explained.

I had dozens of questions I should have asked for clarification, but at that moment, my scene partner walked on set wearing nothing but a Speedo. He was six feet six, abs you could grate cheese on, and a face that could drive a woman to need a towel, and soon, this set was going to be a slip hazard.

Nothing about him indicated he was any part demon or robot, but I didn't give a crap. "Action," Oppaiwa yelled, and three cameras were directed at my partner and me. Should I try and fight him? Maybe give an incredible speech? What dorky thing would this stupid character do in this show? My fellow actor walked up to me, bent down, took hold of my panties, and pulled them down. Oh, right, my character is a slut. God, this guy is so hot. I really hoped this was going where I thought it was going.

"Roshutsu Shi Ta, you honor me by gifting me your virginity. After banging you, I will gladly give you the code so you may start your shift as a toll booth attendant," he declared. He then embraced me in a kiss, and my hand immediately went for his crotch. After only two seconds of rubbing his cock he then reached his full potential, and I could tell I was in for some fun. I pulled myself away from his lips and got on my knees, removing his single piece of clothing.

"As you can see, my demon half has gifted me, oh fuck that's good..." The guy had started to say more nerd bullshit, but I successfully interrupted him by taking his entire dick into my mouth and swirling my tongue around his tip. Nothing shuts a guy up better, as I learned with my chemistry lab mate. It was embarrassing to find out later I wasn't actually taking chemistry that semester, but he had tasty cum, so no regrets.

As I vigorously bobbed my head back and forth on his cock he managed to reach and undo my bra, releasing my sufficiently huge tits regardless of what Oppaiwa said. Maybe I should give him a tit job later so he can truly understand just how large they are. "Rosh... Roshutsu Shi Ta. Maybe we should... Jesus fuck, your mouth is heaven... but maybe we should move to the couch where you can experience the touch of a man inside you for the first time."

I took that to mean this guy wanted to start pounding my pussy and released him from the awesome grip of my lips. He took a seat with his impressive manhood, pointing straight up and gleaming with my saliva. He indicated for me to join him.

"I know a woman's first time can be intense, Roshutsu Shi Ta. But worry not. I will be... oh fuck!" In the middle of yet another boring word salad from this hunk of meat, I straddled him and pressed my pussy to take his entire and considerable length at once. I then proceeded to lift myself up and down on him, stretching me out perfectly, like I was made for this cock. "Fuck, this slut is dick crazy," the man said, as I needed no build-up for sex and preferred to start off deep and hard.

I haven't felt this good in so long, although I just remembered I got rammed by all those guys just a few hours ago, and they made me feel like this, too. Still, it felt good, as always, to have a fat cock in me. Whoever this guy was finally shutting the hell up, and his sole focus was now fucking me. He felt so delightfully tight fitted in me, and I could so intimately feel him rubbing inside me. One of these days, I should probably start enforcing a rule where if I don't know the guy's name, I make him wear a condom. But today was not going to be that day.

I took his hands and directed them to my tits, where he got to work squeezing and pinching them like the good fuck boy he is. Every time I felt his dick reach the deepest and most sensitive part of my womanhood, my ass couldn't help but clinch up from the shot of pleasure that emanated from me. These shots grew stronger and longer and made my mind a jumbled mess of sex-crazed thoughts. I wonder if this guy has a girlfriend and if she would mind if I let her boyfriend use me as a free-use pussy? Hell, provided she has a sufficiently large enough strap-on dildo, she can use me too. I wonder if he has a brother that can join in? If not, even his father, friends, dentist. God, I just really want to fuck every dick in this guy's life.

The building pleasure was now no longer pulsing but a constant flow of sexual glee. I couldn't breathe, move, or think. The stranger continued slamming his cock into me as my world went white, and my pleasure was maximized.

Sometime later, which I had no idea how long it was, I was staring at a camera guy doing a close-up shot of my pussy, which was widely spread and filled with cum. My new best friend must have finished and was probably off to buy me presents or something, I'm sure. Another camera was off to the side of me, recording my naked chest rapidly lifting and contracting as I caught my breath.

I stared at both cameras as my ability to think rationally began to return. The cameras had been filming me. And I was just having sex with that guy. I was naked and being filmed fucking. Filmed fucking. Oh fuck! I shot up to a standing position, sending some of the cum leaking out of my onto the camera lens. "You motherfuckers turned me into a porn star!"

This was the worst. Today was turning out to be so much better than I had feared, but now it was all being ruined because my mother, grandma, friends, pastor, guidance counselor, ex-boyfriends, and random girls on the street were all being proven correct. I ended up being a porn star. "You have to delete that footage and not tell anyone what happened," I pleaded with Oppaiwa.

"What's wrong? Are you ashamed that you fucked that muscular homeless guy we pulled off from the street for this scene? You want to keep that a secret?" He asked.

"What? No. You can tell everyone that. If you don't, I will. But you can't tell people you filmed me having sex. I can't become a porn star. I'll never hear the end of it from my mom if she finds out," I said desperately.

Oppaiwa considered my concern for a minute before responding. "You know we aren't paying you for any of this. True, we will be selling these videos online. But to be a porn star, you have to actually be getting money for your performance," he pointed out. Holy shit, he's right. It's just like fucking a guy doesn't make you a whore. It's only when you take money before or after that you become one.

"Oh, thank gosh, you're right. Thanks, Oppaiwa. You are a lifesaver," I said.

"Good. Okay, let's bring out our next two actors. Although, I guess the cat is already out of the bag, and we can just call them homeless guys now. Bring out two more horny homeless men," he yelled out.

Two more men in speedos came out that I swear were hotter than the last guy. Screw Tinder. I need to start hitting up the shelters for my next hookup.

"This will be the iconic scene of season one, episode two, where Roshutsu Shi Ta gets railed by two dudes because she is bored and horny," Oppaiwa. I almost pointed out that in the last scene we filmed, which was from season seven, she supposedly lost her virginity, and now, six seasons earlier, she is taking on two dudes at once. But I didn't say anything because why look a gift dick in the dick-hole? Besides, I've lied about being a virgin to a lot of guys. Half the school's marching band thinks they took my cherry when really it's the other way around.

A minute later, without any further direction, I was a spit roast while getting taken from two directions at the same time. Homeless hunk number one was balls deep in my pussy, while homeless hunk number two had my lips wrapped tightly around his girthy cock. Cameras swirled around us, getting angles and close-ups of every part of me as I pleasured both men to the best of my abilities. I moaned into the dick in my mouth like I was a virgin, experiencing overwhelming sexual pleasure for the first time from a tuba player.

As I felt the penis in my pussy twitch and deliver its potent seed, I thought more about my situation. I wasn't a porn star as was established, but then what was I doing? These guys had indicated they planned to sell these videos, of which I would be the star. Did I really want videos of me naked and getting fucked available for anyone to see? I mean, yeah, there was that video of me masturbating that I let those guys take a video of for the science project. That's still on the college's shared server. Oh, my old roommate filmed me having sex with her boyfriend and posted that on several video-hosting sites. She was always into kinky things like that. Well, maybe she did that for less than kinky reasons and more because I was fucking her boyfriend behind her back every second I got, and she was really pissed at me for it. Then, there was the time I experimented with lesbian sex with the dean's wife. She kept claiming it was her first time, but that bitch knew exactly where to wiggle her tongue for maximum effect. I may have secretly recorded our interactions because it was my first time with a woman, and I wanted to preserve the memory. I may have posted the video on a lot of amateur porn sites and sent the link to several fraternity houses to try and impress them. What's the point of experiencing multiple orgasms from the dean's wife if you can't use it to convince a house full of drunk guys to fuck you?

Okay, so maybe a few more videos of me getting fucked on the internet wouldn't be the worst thing. Hell, I could probably even include them in my resume and add a statement about 'works well with others.' However, I would first need to decide what non-porn star career path I would pursue after I finish my degree. Maybe filmmaking? Or being in films? I seem to have a talent for this. Perhaps I should seek a career in it?

"Brianna! You've been sitting there with a mouth and pussy full of cum for the past two minutes in deep thought. Wake up! We need to do the next scene where Roshutsu Shi Ta is captured by the fallen-angels skeleton army, and while in prison, she bangs four dudes in exchange for a magical dildo she needed to acquire for masturbation purposes," Oppaiwa yelled.

The rest of the afternoon was filled with me getting filled by countless men that didn't have homes to return to after fucking me. Oppaiwa would say some bullshit about my dumb but increasingly relatable character fighting and then fucking some robot, vampire, or combination thereof. Every scene, though, just involved me on the floor getting railed by more and more men wearing nothing to indicate they were anything but normal, horny guys. Each scene had more men involved until it culminated in the final scene, where I was taking on eight men at once. Some I had in my pussy, some in my ass, some in my mouth, some in my hands, while the rest masturbated and prepared to cover me in their warm love juice. I was exhausted after having came no less than five times on set, including one time I masturbated while the crew went on a break. But I endured because I had become invested in this project, and also, I was discovering I had a big kink for being filmed while fucking strangers. God, if only I could make a career out of doing this, my life would be perfect.

Finally, the last cock exploded into my ass, and the filming was wrapped. The crew began putting away the equipment while I rested on the floor and allowed cum to drain from no less than three of my orifices. "Fantastic work today, Brianna," Oppaiwa said, standing over me. "We'll probably need to do re-shoots, so expect to hear from me again soon."

When the feeling in my legs returned, I got up and found my bra and panties, which I hadn't bothered to put back on since the first scene I filmed. It was then that my phone rang, which I had been storing God knows where.

"Hi, Mom. What's up? I'm just finishing up that job where I was advising scientists on nuclear stuff." I may have lied to her about the exact nature of what I was doing today. "Grandma saw a promotional image of a porn video that's coming out with me in it?" Damn, those guys must have taken some screenshots and already posted a preview online.

"What sites is grandma visiting where she is getting porn ads? Wait, please don't answer that. I don't need to know." Mom was sounding pretty proud of herself, thinking her long-made prediction about me was proving true.

"No! I'm not a porn star. The director explained it, and he seems to be an expert in these things. I allowed these men to have their way with me on camera for several hours, all for free. I'm not getting a single cent for any of this. Thus, you can't call me a porn star. So ha! Jokes on you, Mom!"

"... okay well, you raise a lot of good points about why I shouldn't have participated in the video... I don't care if everyone at your church has been calling you asking you for discount codes... why would your book club review it next month? It's not a book... well, you tell your ex-boyfriend that was a one-time thing we did those four times after you guys broke up... listen, Mom, I have to go. The scientists need me to explain gravity shit to them. Bye!"

My work day was over. I grabbed my bag from Mr. Rice's booth and changed back into my regular clothes. I handed the costume back to him, which at this point was fused together into a cum soaked ball of fabric. "Thank you, Brianna. You completely exceeded my expectations. Next month, there's another comic convention, and I'm looking for another model to wear a costume. I would love for you to be that model. The character is a female cage fighter from another anime."

"Thanks, Mr. Rice, but I'm all of this anime stuff just isn't my thing. I felt like I barely scrapped by today, not knowing anything about this character you had me dressed as. Now, if you wanted me to dress as Gina from Real Housewives of Orange Country..."

"Just hear me out. The character wears a one-piece string bikini thong that does a poor job of keeping her nipples covered. In the show, she is looking to get revenge for her father. He isn't dead, but he got scammed out of like four hundred dollars by this one guy. To get vengeance, she enters an illegal underground fighting tournament where you either have to defeat your opponent in combat or bribe the judges with obscene amounts of sex. And the main character hasn't fought a day in her life."

"You had me at nipples, Mr. Rice. I'm in!"