You get a great portfolio and shoot a blowbang movie with Team Rocket

You have gotten used to playing Blue's naked pet, but following random strangers around by crawling naked at their heels feels humiliating. You are lead back into the foyer of the museum where crowds of people are admiring the exhibition. Some of the people around take a moment to study the jiggle of your tits or the tail between your legs. It's making you feel **** without Blue around to discourage guys from approaching you. While you are still relishing in the exciting embarassment, the goons are headed outside. As you are being lead past the people waiting in line, you feel a strong hand slap your ass. "Eeek." Your surprised squeek encourages other guys to approach you. Within seconds a groop of four or five guys have surrounded you. Hands are grabbing your tits, twisting your nipples and tugging on your tail, before the two grunts in charge of you can disperse the crowd. "That's enough everyone! Back off, or you will be sorry," the bigger of the two goons shouts with anger in his voice. The hands on your body are gone as quickly as they appeared and your journey towards the photoshoot continues.

You follow your temporary masters back into Viridian Forest, towards an idyllic clearing. The goons give you a moment to recover, before they start the session. One of them steps into the underbrush. "Gotta take a leak." The other one takes out a bluetooth speaker and puts on some music. You are probably not meant to, but you can overhear parts of a conversation the guy pissing in the bushes has on the phone: "... not gonna believe [...] got a bitch [...] nice rack [...] submissive slut [...] free blowjobs for everyone [...] bring [...] along..." You will probably be sucking on more than two dicks later on. As this occurs to you, your remember the seedy backroom in the Viridian City. The humiliation of defeat and the taste of cock in your mouth, feeling the veiny texture of dicks sliding between your lips, along your tongue and hitting the back of your throat... You don't want to be, but you undeniably are turned on by the memory. You can feel the familiar tingling sensation behind the metal shield barring access to your love tunnel.

"Hey, I'm talking to you!" the muscular goon sounds annoyed. You must have been spacing out on your memories. You do your best to push your horny thoughts to the back of your mind and listen. Over the course of what must have been at least an hour, judging by the sun, you are directed through dozens of poses while the smaller of the two takes pictures of you with an HD camera. You are ordered to present your tits, your ass and whatever else these two can think of to show off your assets. They make certain to get a few close ups of your locked up pussy, before they finally decide that they have enough material to satisfy Mr. G.'s requirements for the pictures.

"Okay, we have all we need. Now get over here, bitch! On your knees, mouth open!" You can hear the eagerness in his voice. The big guy who called you over is already fumbling with his zipper, before you have your mouth fully open. While the big guy whips out his semi-hard eight inch dick, the small guy is still fumbling with the camera and a tripod. But you don't really care about that; you have been surpressing your lust for more than an hour and are eager to welcome the cock in front of your face into your mouth. You gently kiss the tip, before you begin to take more of the hardening dick into your mouth. When you look up at him to establish eye contact, you realize that he has put on a black ski mask. You have been so distracted that you didn't even notice he had put on a mask! You wonder why he put the mask on, but it doesn't really matter to you. Your priority right now is servicing the dick in your mouth. You eagerly work it in and out of your mouth, taking care to accept it a bit further into your throat with every stroke.

Just when you have finally worked his cock deep enough down your throat to press your nose into his chiseled abs, you hear voices approaching. By the sound of it, there must be at least a dozen men in that group. You try to look behind you, but the hunk of a man you are blowing grabs your head, forcing you to remain impaled on his fuckstick. "Yo, James wasn't lying! They really have a slut on a leash giving blowjobs," a surprised masculine voice says behind you. "Yeah, and those melons are massive!" Another voice comments. You can hear steps approaching you, as you become lightheaded; with this cock down your throat you can't breathe and you are beginning to run out of air. Panic sets in as you feel your throat begin contract around the cock. Your vision is starting to become blurry. Suddenly you are pushed back with **** and fall over. You take a big breath and cough up spit, after the cock finally slips out of your throat.

When you look up again, after taking a few deep breaths of air, you are surrounded by at least 18 guys wearing both the 'R' emblazoned shirts and black ski masks. Not to mention that all of them have their hard dicks out. "Don't just stare at us, slut! Get started on those cocks!" an impatient guy barks at you. Within a moment, you have both of your hands wrapped around hard dicks and another cock in your mouth. It's actually stressful to alternate between all of these dicks before anyone complains for being left out of the fun. There are all kinds of cocks here, thick cocks, long cocks, small cocks, thin cocks, cocks that bend and straight cocks; each one of them tastes a little different. Finally, when your lips and throat have become sore from all the sucking, James, as you now believe the slim guy is called, walks up to you with his camera pointed at your face. "And now for the grand finale...," he says as his cock spasms, shooting ropes of creamy cum on your face. A moment later, the next guy shoots his load at your face, but only hitting it with the first spurt of cum, the second and third spurt landing on your tits. Little by little all of the guys proceed to shower you in cum, coating your face and hair. You are a gooey mess of jizz, even though you have swallowed alot, even more of the stuff is coating your body.

When the last of the guys has come, James suddenly yells: "Cut! Nice guys, I'll send you all an edited copy tomorrow!" Apparently, you have become the star of another movie... "Okay, let's wrap this up and get this pet back to her owner," the muscular goon takes charge of the situation.