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The room was buzzing with energy, chatter and laughter being carried through the thick, warm air. Working on new projects was always fun, and it had everybody excited. Most everyone in the crew had left the area to catch some fresh air and take a break, but Dorian and a few of their co-stars were still goofing around on set. Dorian quickly went behind the camera to start it rolling before prancing back in front of it. They nestled themself between four of their co-stars, all wearing suits and paper bags over their heads. Dorian struck a pose and flashed their infectious smile, encouraging the bag-heads to pose with them. The group recorded themselves switching from pose to pose like models. Maybe they would get some good stills out of it, but mostly they were just having fun. Dorian was donning their second look for the music video, a thin bikini top, short skirt, tall boots, corset belt, and thong - all in grey. They adjusted the tie that went with the outfit before posing provocatively again, allowing the bag-heads to grope at them and run their gloved hands over their body.
When a white glove brushed the curve of their asscheek under their skirt, they gasped. When they whipped around to identify which bag-head had overstepped, all four of them were looking up and down their body hungrily. Dorian made eye contact with each anonymous man through the eyeholes of their masks, one by one. And when they locked eyes with the last man in the row, a nonverbal message was communicated. It clicked in Dorian’s head, and they instantly broke out into a grin.
Chewing at the inside of their cheek nervously, Dorian addressed the group. “What?” they asked, shrugging in mock misunderstanding. The quartet of bag-heads stepped closer into their space almost simultaneously, surrounding them. “What?” Dorian asked again. Before they were able to make another remark, large gloved hands roughly grabbed their waist from behind and forced Dorian’s ass against their own hips. Dorian squeaked, surprised by (but definitely not opposed to) the aggressiveness. They were bent half over now, and face to face with the clothed crotch of another bag-head. As they were reaching a hand out to perhaps palm at it, a third man clutched their wrist and forced it behind them. The same thing on the other side. Two men holding Dorian up from falling by the wrists, and two more stationed in front of and behind them. They smiled gently and let out a small whimper - that was quickly interrupted by a bulge pressing against their face. Dorian mouthed at it lightly through the fabric, feeling it stiffen more against their mouth. The man behind them was getting hard too, grinding his bulge against Dorian’s pussy, which was only thinly covered by grey fabric. Dorian whimpered again, feeling the warm, heavy, bundle of horniness swelling in their belly.
A bright pink blush took over their face when the man in front of them stepped back to undo his belt. Dorian watched intently when he pulled out his cock. They were too distracted to notice that those at their sides had dropped their pants as well, and were visibly very turned on by the sight.
Suddenly, cold fingers brushed over Dorian through their panties. The glove had been removed, and a few thick fingers were now petting at their pussy. Dorian held back a moan, only letting a small squeak instead. They were trying so hard to keep their mouth shut as the fingers pulled their panties aside and exposed them to the air. But, someone grabbed a handful of their hair and yanked, forcing Dorian to open wide and let the sound out. They moaned long, partially from the pain of their hair being pulled, but mostly from the two, thick fingers that were wiggling their way inside of them. They were so wet at this point that their fluid dripped onto the floor when the fingers pushed deeper inside. They closed their eyes and groaned from the stretch, and then the warm tip of a cock was against their lips. Dorian opened their mouth in welcome, and allowed it to push past their lips, teeth, and into their throat. Their hair was still in someone’s grasp, holding their head firmly in place while their throat was being fucked slowly. They choked, but were unable to come up for breath. Luckily they were able to adapt quickly.
The grip on their left arm let up, and it was transferred to the man behind them. But where did the other one go? Dorian looked around but couldn’t see where the bag-head to the left of them had gone, but they soon found out. The camera was being shoved in their face, capturing their pathetic state in detail. Dorian instantly played up the drama, moaning louder and looking into the camera lens while they let their mouth be violated rougher. “Mmph!!” They squealed when the fingers finally retreated from inside their pussy, and a hot slap was placed on their ass. Again, their hips were pulled back against the man behind them, but this time his dick was there. Dorian felt him tease the tip slowly up and down the folds of their cunt, threatening to dip into their hole. The camera left their face to record the full scene as they were thrust into.
Being fucked from both ends, Dorian was in a sea of pleasure. Drool fell from their chin and slick sounds were echoing in the room. The grip in their hair tightened and the bag-head in front of them put a final rough thrust into their mouth and sent a load of semen right down their throat and into their belly. Their mouth was suddenly empty and their hair was free. They coughed and wheezed, spitting some saliva as well as some cum out onto the floor. “AAh!” they screamed, when they were suddenly being fucked at a much rougher pace. “Fuck!” They swore when they felt the cock pull out of them, and shoot a load of cum onto their back.
Dorian only had a few moments to catch their breath before their hips were transferred from one set of hands to another. “Oh!” They were full again. Fuller than before - this guy’s dick was way bigger. The camera was focused on their pussy, capturing the way it swallowed up cock so greedily. Dorian was huffing and groaning on every thrust deep into their guts, their knees becoming weak. They had to be practically held up while they came, squealing pathetically as the walls of their cunt squeezed. The treatment didn’t stop yet, not before they were fucked rough for a little while longer, becoming overstimulated and whiny. They were so drunk on sex that they weren’t even aware the other two co-stars had already came onto their skin and left. Dorian was empty again, clenching onto nothing while hot cum painted their ass and skirt. They were dropped to the floor to pant on their hands and knees.
The beep of the camera let them know that the recording had stopped. When they looked up, everyone was gone.
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Later, after washing themself up a little, Dorian stepped into the other room where everyone had gathered for a break. Everyone turned to greet them enthusiastically. “Where have you been?” someone said. Dorian didn’t say anything in reply and just smiled. Nobody had their masks on anymore and Dorian hadn’t realized that they had no idea which of their crew members were most recently dressed as bag-heads.
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Also later: they’re going over the footage with someone to pick out the best takes and they stumble on something interesting.
“Dorian?”
“What?” they looked at the monitor displaying the video. “Oh.” They blushed deep red.
“I’ll delete it,”
“Nonono, send it to me,” Dorian said.