Pick Your Bean Ch. 02

Natalie was in her trailer, sipping her morning coffee. After the first week of filming, she was impressed with her friend Emily so far. That Ratajkowski girl was pulling triple duty on Pick Your Bean as writer, director, and star, and she was handling it all pretty well. Natalie was mentally preparing herself for another day on set, while also considering a pitch for another production that would follow immediately after this one. She was reluctant to take on another back-to-back job, as she missed her husband, but they were often apart due to their respective work schedules. Natalie was used to it and she knew how to take care of herself of course, but in the background, her pussy always ached with horniness. How much longer did she want to spend in this state?

A knock at the door interrupted Natalie's thoughts. She set her phone down, but brought her coffee.

"Hi!" Freya jumped slightly in surprise when the door opened. She was getting more familiar with Natalie throughout the week, but she was still a little starstruck. "Um, Ms. Dormer, I'm sorry to disturb you but I was wondering if I could ask your advice about something..."

"Good morning, Freya. Of course, please come in," Natalie answered. "And you know you can call me Natalie."

Natalie stepped aside, and Freya rushed in, helping herself to the first seat she found. Natalie smiled and followed, sitting herself back where she had started her morning before this interruption. The two women sat close, but at a 90 degree angle to each other. Natalie waited patiently for Freya to begin.

"So uhm, how do you think it's going so far?" Freya finally asked.

"I think it's going well. I was excited to work with you and I think you're doing a marvelous job so far. I really think this movie will be a success. Maybe not critically, but I think it'll do well in the box office." Natalie answered frankly. She could tell Freya wasn't really listening. "Why don't you ask what you really came here to ask?"

"Huh? Right, right. Well, it's just, it's somewhat personal and I don't want you to misconstrue-"

"Go ahead," Natalie urged gently.

Freya took a deep breath. "Ok, well, it's just, Ms. Dormer, I'm a little nervous about today's topless scene, and I was wondering if you had any advice. I know you've done topless scenes before and you seem so confident in them, despite having relatively sm- I mean I think our breasts are similar in size, and yours are so lovely of course. But I just mean-"

"Shh, shh," Natalie interrupted. "It's fine. I understand your nervousness - about the scene and about talking to me about it. It's okay. I'm happy, honored even, to help mentor. You're right. My tits are smaller than some of my peers in the industry. You're also right, though, that small tits can be lovely - can be fantastic."

Freya nodded, and made a sound in affirmation.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but you've never had a topless scene?" Natalie asked.

Freya confirmed.

"And, you don't strike me as the kind to go skinny dipping with your friends, or flash at a party or anything like that?" Natalie asked.

Freya confirmed again.

"Right. Then, my first bit of advice is to explore your nudity," Natalie said. "Learn to be comfortable and confident with your body. We can start now, if you'd like. If you'd be okay with it, take your shirt off, here and now. It'll get you warmed up for your scene later."

Freya nodded silently, for a little too long. Then, she took a deep breath and pushed the straps of her top off her shoulders, down to her waist. Knowing what was on the call sheet today, she had not worn anything under her shirt. Her creamy, 32B breasts were capped with quarter-sized pink nipples.

"Good job! And your tits are definitely lovely and genuinely fantastic," Natalie complimented. "Now, why don't we just sit and chat while you get used to the feeling."

So they did. They made small talk, told stories of other sets they'd worked on, and compared notes on people they both knew. All in all, they spent almost an hour talking, Natalie covered up in a robe and Freya topless the whole time.

"Well, we need to be on set soon. How are you feeling now?" Natalie inquired.

"Much better, actually," Freya acknowledged.

"Good," Natalie said. "So, you can see, I have three bits of advice. 1. Be confident that your body is beautiful and hot and people want to see it. 2. Be calm and have fun. And 3. This one we haven't talked about yet, but get excited and have fun. Tits always look best when your nipples are hard. This is one area where the movies don't model real life. Whatever the emotion of the scene is supposed to be, your nipples should be hard regardless. Sometimes, I'll ask a costar to give my nipples a good suck right before the cameras start rolling, to help perk them up. May I?"

Freya swallowed nervously, but nodded. Natalie leaned toward her and softly took one of Freya's nipples into her mouth. Electricity sparked throughout Freya's body and both nipples stood to attention immediately. Freya shivered violently. She had never had a woman's mouth on her body like this before, and she could already tell this was a life-changing experience. Natalie knew how to apply just the right amount of pressure, yet all Freya could think was, "... harder..." Natalie's tongue danced over Freya's nubs for a few minutes, until Natalie released Freya and sat upright again.

"There, you see?" she asked. "Even from your angle, you should be able to see they look even better now. Here..." Natalie shirked her robe off her shoulders, casually exposing her own 32Bs to Freya. They looked a little more mature, and the nipples were light brown. "Suck on mine for a minute."

Freya's heart was beating so loudly that she couldn't hear her own thoughts. She leaned toward Natalie and sucked on a nipple for the first time. It felt so soft, and Freya wanted to service that quickly hardening nub forever. She tenderly picked at it with her tongue, savoring every moment until Natalie told her to stop.

"Okay, that should be enough," Natalie said.

Freya sat back up and looked at this woman she idolized. Her tits did indeed look even better with hard nipples.

"See?" Natalie asked. "Now, I'd love to continue this, but I do believe you're needed on set. Break a leg!"

***

Freya stood in the bathroom inside the coffee shop. She was topless, but wore the uniform black skirt. Her nipples still tingled from her interaction with Natalie, but they had lost some of their pointiness. She had thought about asking her co-star Sarah Catherine to help, but had chickened out. Now she was alone in the bathroom, waiting for Emily to-

"Action!"

There it was. Freya gave her nipples one last-second pinch, moments before the camera rolled in through the bathroom door.

The shot began with a view of Freya's character Felicity's bare back. It then panned higher, as the camera rolled further into the bathroom. You could see her side boob, and then the reflection of her naked breasts, and finally her tits directly.

Felicity sighed as she surveyed herself in the mirror, turning this way and that. With one hand, she propped one of her boobs up, and then gave it a jiggle.

Suddenly, the door burst open. Felicity yelped ridiculously in her surprise.

"Hey, are you dressed yet?" SC's character Sophie asked. "Mm, those look yummy. Hurry up, we're about to open!"

"Couldn't you have knocked or something?" Felicity asked, lowering her hands from where they had instinctively covered her modesty.

"Please," Sophie rolled her eyes. "Bet you wished it was Jake again..."

"Ugh, no, that was so embarrassing!" Felicity responded.

"Pff, sure. I know you've got a major crush on him," Sophie teased.

"And you don't? I've seen the way you look at him. He's gorgeous," Felicity teased back.

Suddenly, the door burst open again. Felicity yelped ridiculously again.

"Girls! Are you dressed yet?" Emily's character Evangelina asked. "Mm, those look yummy. Hurry up, we're about to open." Then, she exited the bathroom.

"And cut!" Emily yelled, slipping back into director mode. She poked her head back into the bathroom. "Great work, Freya! That was the best take yet! Let's break for lunch and then come back to film the next scene."

SC squealed as she turned to face Freya again. "You did amazing! Look at you, escalating our exposure. You really set the bar for my scene later."

"Thanks!" Freya beamed.

"And for what it's worth, those actually do look yummy," she said, gesturing with her eyes at Freya's chest.

Freya blushed and didn't say anything for a moment. "So... you wanna grab lunch together?" She secretly hoped SC would say no. She liked her new friend, but she needed to get back to her trailer for some alone time, asap. She was keeping her cool better today than she did last week, but she was absolutely burning with yearning for her next orgasm.

SC shook her head. "Nah, I don't think I'm gonna eat lunch. Maybe just a handful of nuts and an apple or something. I mean, I'm starving, of course, but I don't want to look bloated for my scene later and I especially don't want to spoil my appetite." She winked at Freya.

Freya missed the innuendo. "Cool, I think I'll go back to my trailer too then. See you later!"

***

"Alright, places everybody!" Emily called. "Remember, it's a few days later from this morning's scene. Felicity is off doing grad school things. Sophie is alone in the shop. And Action!"

Sophie sighed heavily to herself. "It's so boring here when it's dead," she said out loud, talking to herself. "I mean, I hate when there's a rush too... Do I just hate this job?"

Sophie's pondering was interrupted by the front door bell ringing for the first time in almost an hour. Sophie's eyes lit up as Jake entered.

"Oh thank god," Sophie greeted him. "Are you here to keep me company?"

"Aren't you gonna ask me to pick my bean?" Jake asked.

"Not even if I were omelette du fromage'd and the only words I knew how to say were 'pick' and 'your' and 'bean'," she claimed.

Jake chuckled. "Fair enough. I guess I've got some time to kill. What do you wanna talk about?"

Sophie pretended to think for a moment. "Want a tour of my station?"

"I guess," Jake accepted her invitation to come behind the counter.

Sophie pointed out all the ingredients and appliances she had to work with. She even demonstrated how to make a simple cup of coffee.

"This is boring, isn't it?" Sophie asked.

"No, no, I love learning about beans," Jake teased.

"Right. I think I know what would be more fun..." Sophie sank to her knees in front of Jake. She massaged his hardening cock through his pants.

"Sophie, I..." Jake stopped when Sophie unzipped his pants. The side of his cock pushed against the seams of the opening.

Of course, you wouldn't see any part of Jake's cock on film. Emily was using three cameras to jump cut between. One was in the seating area, pointed toward the counter, where you could see a wide shot that included just the top inch of SC's head peeking over. Another was behind the counter where it could capture SC from behind. The last was behind the counter where it could capture Jake from behind, but more importantly capture SC's face and torso.

Sophie looked up at Jake with her bright blue eyes and smiled broadly. She crossed her arms and stripped off the button up shirt, discarding it on the countertop. Her 34B tits stood proudly on her chest, milk chocolate-colored nipples pointing directly at her B-Camera.

"Warn me if you see a customer coming," she instructed Jake.

Then, SC began pantomiming a blowjob, pumping her hand slowly as she twisted and bobbed her head. Her two camera operators began developing erections of their own, as they each noticed how convincing SC's acting was and how sexy she looked doing it.

Jake, though, was struggling.

"Cut!" Emily called. "Jake... let's just try it again, okay? Try to give an alt for us to use. On 1, 2, Action!"

Jake started moaning, but SC thought he was going a little too big a little too fast. She flicked her eyes up to him, but kept doing her job. He kinda looked like he was in pain.

"Cut!" Emily called again. "Jake, you're not really selling this. Your moans aren't genuine and your face is looking in all the wrong places. Sophie is giving you the best head of your entire life. Your face should be doing more. Alright? And action!"

SC took all of Emily's directions as her cue to put her own secret plan into action. She reached up and pulled the tip of Jake's cock out through the gap in his pants. It had wilted a bit under the pressure. Still, SC thought it had a nice head on it and it looked like it would be a good size once it had hardened up again. SC was gonna make sure it did. She was gonna make sure Jake sold this. That his moans were genuine. That his face looked in exactly the right place. That his face did more. SC was gonna give him the best head of his entire life.

Jake glanced down when he felt SC's hands and mouth on his cock. His eyes widened in surprise, but he kept his cool. He did let out a much more realistic moan this time though. SC took Jake's thick black cock into her throat and made a gagging sound the whole set heard, to Emily's satisfaction.

Jake slammed his hand on the counter, immediately putting all his weight on it. His eyes nearly closed, but fluttered briefly just millimeters apart. If Sophie kept this up, he was gonna cum hard and soon.

Jake's head shot up when the bell rang. The very essence of shame transmogrified to corporeal form stepped through the door. Or it might have been a customer. Jake wasn't sure. The newcomer approached the counter.

Jake glanced all around until his eyes fell on Sophie's white shirt. He balled it up and used it to start pretending to wipe down the counter.

"Welcome to Beantopia!" Jake called. "Ummm, pick your bean."

As the extra reached the counter, she obviously noticed what SC was doing. Unfamiliar with movie sets, the full script, or what Emily's directions had been up to this point, she didn't react to the unexpected, highly authentic variation to what she'd been told the scene was.

"Can I get an Ethiopian drip coffee, with a little sugar, please?" the extra asked.

"Oh, thank God!" Jake was relieved to hear the simplicity of the order. The customer gave him a confused look. "Um, I meant-" SC took him deep into her throat until her nose pressed against his pelvis. "O-oh God," Jake faltered. "I meant, coming right up."

Jake looked all around. Sophie had just shown him how to do this. He grabbed a disposable cup and set it on the counter. Then, he started looking around for the Ethiopian beans, but he was having trouble concentrating, for obvious reasons. Sophie helped him out. Without stopping sucking him, Sophie grabbed the right bag of beans and handed it to Jake. The customer (and the camera) only saw a bag of coffee beans float up from behind the counter to where Jake could get a hand on it. He started brewing the coffee. Next thing he or the customer knew, a container of sugar plopped onto the counter. Jake finished making the order and handed it to the customer.

The extra had just reached the door, when Jake gave a loud groan followed by a few grunts. The extra gave one last confused look over her shoulder before exiting.

"And cut!" Emily yelled. "Great job! That was perfect! Your reactions got so much more believable. And I like that ad-lib at the end! It sounded like you actually came!"

SC popped up from behind the counter, topless in front of the whole crew, her handful-sized tits as perky as her personality. "Why, thank you!" She gave a cheeky bow. When she stood up straight again, the very attentive crew noticed something glistening on her chest.

"Is that," Emily started. "Wait, SC, is that actual cum on your tits? Jake?"

SC was indeed covered in cum. It streaked across her chest in several thick ropes. Natalie, being sharper than most on set, smirked as she alone noticed how painfully erect SC's nipples were.

"Yes, ma'am! I thought it would help make things look more real if we, well, did it for real," SC explained.

"Well, it worked. Jake, were you okay with that?" Emily asked.

"I thought it went pretty well, but I'd be happy to do another take if you want?" Jake jested.

Emily rolled her eyes and the rest of the crew laughed. SC slapped Jake's shoulder playfully.

"No, no, that was perfect. I think we've got what we need," Emily decided. "Barry, could you get SC a towel please?"

"Oh, not necessary, Barry," SC called. "If I'm wrapped for the day, I'll just go straight back to my trailer to shower."

SC didn't wait for a response, but made her way to the door quickly. Once outside, she streaked across the parking lot, across the field, back to her trailer. Shutting the door firmly behind herself, SC sighed heavily and then giggled.

"That was so exhilarating!" she said aloud to herself.

She stood, leaning her back against her door, while she tried to bring her heart rate back down to normal. After a few moments, she still couldn't shake the horniness coursing through her entire body. She touched her right hand to her lower abs. She idly tapped her index and middle fingers alternately against her tight belly. She traced the tips of her fingers up between her cleavage, along her clavicle, and back down. As her hands strayed over her torso, she strayed herself over toward her bed.

SC laid on her back on her bed, still topless, still covered in Jake's cum. She flipped her skirt up and slipped her hand under her thong. Her fingers explored her labia in long slow strokes. She was trying to delay touching her sensitive nub, but she knew that wouldn't last long. She dipped the tips of her middle and ring fingers into her sopping hole to make sure her fingertips were nice and slick. Finally, she moved toward her clit. At first, she pressed her fingers down and diagonally across the top of her clit, raised them slightly without fully breaking contact to reset, and then pressed down and diagonally again. That eventually evolved into a more circular, counterclockwise motion around the edges of her clit.

Her moans grew louder and she hoped nobody was standing right outside her trailer - or at least she told herself she hoped nobody was standing close enough to hear. As turned on as she was from her brazen exhibitionist performance on set, it wouldn't take her long to push past any inhibitions and make herself cum, loudly.

She swiped her fingers firmly, and increasingly fast across her clit. A string of profanities turned into incomprehensible moans. Her core clenched and her shoulders unwittingly lifted off the bed. Her fingers became a blur as she let out a scream! Her pussy gushed out onto her comforter in three convulsions, before she finally fell back, spent.

SC forgot to breathe as she recovered from her powerful orgasm, and eventually was forced to gasp air in deeply. As her breathing returned to normal, she traced her fingers back up her body, leaving a trail of her juices the whole way. SC made a point of traveling her fingertips through globs of Jake's cum and her own sweat until they reached her mouth with a delicious mix of three bodily fluids. She sucked on her fingertips gently, in between ecstatic giggles. She already knew this wouldn't be the only time she made herself cum tonight.