Swallow the stamp

You can't spit out the stamp with the man's face this close to you. Unable to come up with any other reasonable alternatives, you hastily scrape the stamp from under your tongue with your teeth and swallow it. You feel a pang of regret almost instantly; who knows how this will affect you? In fact, you're pretty sure people and objects around you already seemed a little wavy and distorted. You're getting a growing sensation that none of this is really happening; as if you have fallen asleep and started to dream.

But it seemed the man in front of you had not been deterred by the momentary interruption in the slightest; his tongue quickly darting back between your lips and snapping you back to reality, while his rough hands eagerly explore your back and neck. His tongue dances and tangles with yours, and you can make out the distinct flavor of **** on his breath. You almost jump as another set of hands suddenly comes to a rest on your hips.

"Look at that!", you hear someone exclaim right next to your ear. "Woo. What a body. Look at that ass!". Someone grabs you by the shoulder and spins you around, roughly pulling you out of the kiss. You have barely enough time to open your eyes when another, chubbier face approaches you rapidly. Seconds later another tongue is **** into your mouth and your mind freezes up. You can barely form any rational thought as these men begin to take turns kissing and manhandling you.

It's becoming hard for you to see where the hands are coming from. People are screaming phrases all around you, but you struggle to focus on any of it. Your senses are overwhelmed; touch, sound, vision, - it's all becoming a blur. You are spun every which way for everyone to inspect and get their hands on, with little control over what's happening.

"Get her naked!", someone shouts in a voice distinctly enough for you to hear, and almost immediately you feel a large hand trying to lift the hem of your top. You manage to suppress the urge to resist him physically, but still yelp as your right breast drops out for everyone to see. There is much rejoicing, followed by someone dragging you backwards by one of the straps on your top. The feeling of faintness sets in once more, and while trying to reposition your feet you trip over your heels and topple backwards. Before you can even realize what is happening, one of the men has already caught you and gently sets you down on your ass in the dirt.

"Hey, go easy on her!", you identify Candy's voice over the cheering of the crowd. When you look over at her you see that she's on her hands and knees, giving you a concerned look. Then she suddenly cries out, and you realize the man behind her has gotten naked and appears to have just entered her from behind. She starts moaning loudly as he begins thrusting into her, while another man drops down on his knees in front, unbuckling his belt and blocking your view.

"Oh no", is all you can utter as the crowd around you starts working you to the ground by your shoulders. Now you are lying on your back facing the sky, except your vision is quickly filled by Lars leaning over you; using the camera to get a good close-up of your lower body. When you glance down to see what he is focusing on, you notice someone in the process of pulling your shorts down. A hand grabs your breast, kneading it roughly while another man starts fondling your crotch, tearing at your stockings. You whimper as they continue to take it in turns to kiss and grope you, and cry out as you suddenly become aware that someone has managed to stuff a finger into your pussy. Or was that a second finger? But when did the first one go in?

"Alright", an authoritative voice speaks, while hands grab at your legs and start pushing them apart. "Let's fuck that slut!"

You stare in bewilderment at all the men around you, somehow identifying the distinct clink of a belt hitting the dirt. At some point you feel someone crawl in-between your legs, and you decide to just close your eyes. More hands grab your wrists to pull your arms above your head; pinning you down against the dirt. Soon the fingers slide out of you, only to be replaced by what must be someone's cock. You start to moan softly as it starts filling you up, the sensation making you vaguely remember that you're actually supposed to put on a performance on camera, too.

Your head is spinning, and it doesn't help that you're suddenly thrust back and forth as he starts rhythmically fucking you. Your back and shoulders scrape against the dirt, and the fact that you can feel your breasts bouncing freely must mean that your top has come off entirely at some point. You continue to keep your eyes closed, moaning and gasping as a man whose face you never even caught continues thrusting himself into you.

You feel weird. Even underneath your eyelids small dots and sparkles have started popping up now; colorful circles that seem to wave and vibrate while they jump around in your vision. Together with the rhythmic shaking you endure it has turned almost hypnotic, and suddenly everything starts to feel strangely blissful. Despite all the rough treatment you are getting you are barely aware of any pain, and the cacophony of noises around you have started to blend together into a singular tone that seems perfectly harmonic. You open your mouth and let your tongue hang out, suddenly realizing all the friction inside your vagina is starting to feel really good.

You don't know if you were already this wet from the get-go, but he's fucking you with the greatest of ease now. Whoever this guy was; his cock felt like it was made to fit you perfectly. Soon a tear starts running wetly down your cheek - but you decide it must be one of joy, since you're starting to get really into it. And it would seem the crowd has taken notice of your growing enthusiasm as well, since you overhear them complimenting you on it in a multitude of crude ways.

Then suddenly the thrusting stops, and you feel the man pull out of you. You let out a disappointed moan - now empty and unfulfilled, - but only a moment later you feel a spray of sticky semen land all over your stomach. You flutter your eyes against the sunshine, slowly lifting your head to try and locate the guy that was just fucking you only seconds ago. But whoever it was had already stood up and merged back into the crowd.

"Cut!", you suddenly hear, recognizing the voice of Jimmy. The crowd around you begins stepping back, leaving you lying in the dirt. "Great job, guys", he says. "This is a good moment to cut it, so let's end our first take here. We'll take a short rest and then proceed with the main scene".

You blink in surprise as your wrists are released and you sit up in a daze, not having expected the sudden interruption. You tilt your head to look over at Candy, seeing her lying in the dirt close besides you. She's equally undressed, and her face is already dripping with semen. She spots you looking at her and starts scooping it up with a finger, putting it between her lips while giving you a manic grin. Then you feel a hand on your wrist, and you're pulled to your feet.

You stand up with some difficulty, nearly toppling over with your shorts still around your ankles. Jimmy quickly puts his arm around your shoulder to support you. "Come on, babe", he says kindly. "You did great. I think we can give you a short break". You clumsily pull up your shorts before Jimmy guides you to one of the folding seats and gently eases you down into it. You let out a sigh as he looks you over while stepping back. "Hey, you okay?", he asks with some slight concern in his voice. "I wouldn't have ended the take so soon, but you looked a little overwhelmed back there".

You nod hastily, not too eager to admit that you were starting to trip the fuck out. "T-that was fun", you utter, hearing your voice come out all weird. The truth was that your entire vision was spinning and waving, and you felt like you were sinking away in your seat right now. Jimmy keeps his gaze on you for a few seconds, and you imagine your pupils must be as big as saucers. What was Candy thinking giving you this stuff?

"Well, we've only barely started, girl", Jimmy warns you. "And it's pretty hot out today, so don't forget to stay hydrated. I'll go fetch you some water", he offers politely while simultaneously seeming to struggle with maintaining the courtesy of not staring at your bared breasts directly for too long.

You nod again, averting your eyes. As Jimmy steps away to retrieve some water, you spot Candy hopping over to you cheerfully. It would seem she has managed to put her own top back on in the meanwhile, and is carrying yours around as well. She quickly wipes her face clean with it before tossing it into your lap. "A-hey, don't cover your tits yet, sexy", she giggles, holding up a small bottle in her other hand for you to see. "I got some sunscreen from one of the guys. Want me to smear it all over you before we continue?"

You respond by staring at Candy wide-eyed, swaying back and forth in your seat as if you're still currently in the process of being ploughed. It doesn't take her long to notice something is off, and she quickly crouches down in front of you. "Marcy?", she asks, putting her fingers against your forehead briefly.

"Come on", she then whispers between her teeth, reaching for your hand and trying to pull you out of your seat. "Let's find a secluded spot for a second".

You want to follow her, you really do. But standing up seems like a challenge right now. Some unseen **** is keeping you down in this seat. And perhaps it's for the best, because you feel like you'd float straight up into the sky otherwise.

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