This is a work of complete fiction. It just popped into my brain and I wrote it down. No one under legal age may read this, if you know what's good for you. No one over legal age should read this for the same reason. Please feel free to repost this in any non-pay site but it would be nice if you could let me know where. All characters used in this story are a parody of any real or fictional person. Comments are always welcome and appreciated.
*Spoilers for "Oz the Great and Powerful*
Story Codes: F/M+
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Mila Kunis sighed in exasperation at her manager. "You have got to be kidding me, Mel." She planted her hands on her hips and glared up at the older man.
"Mila, calm down will you. Everything is going to be fine," Mel said, trying to calm his client down. "It's a genre thing. Everybody does it and it always pays off big. These fans will follow anything else you do for the rest of your career."
Mila tried to stomp her foot but her dress was too tight and too long to make it effective. "I don't care. I've already got fans and I've changed my mind!"
Mel took a deep breath. "Why are all actresses like this?" he wondered to himself. He placed his hands on Mila's bare shoulders and tried to calm her down. "You have fans, yes. But not like these. Genre fans will follow everything you do from now on. You could do radio drama and they'd follow you. Look at James, he's not complaining."
Mila shook her managers hands off her shoulders, the movement causing her small, braless breasts to wobble slightly above the tight material of her dress. "James Franco is a guy and guys don't really care where they put their junk."
Mel forced a smile and thought, "They always complain, no matter what. And most of them wind up actually getting in to it." Looking for something to do with his hands he straightened Mila's tall, pointed hat. "That's true, sweetie. But I'm talking about the fans. Rachel had to do it for "The Mummy" movies and those sucked, even if they did make a shit-load of money. And look at Michelle's movies. You know she doesn't have a problem with it. Hell, they enjoy it most to the time. Why do you think movie studios keep showing up at Comicon?"
"I know, I know," Mila muttered. She took a deep breath to steady herself, her firm tits pressing tightly against her dress, her nipples clearly poking out. "I'm just nervous."
Mel smiled warmly and held his arms open to Mila. The nervous actress smiled back and hugged him, pressing her body to his as he wrapped his arms around her. "There, there. No need to be nervous. It'll be fine. You'll be the belle of the ball."
"I don't even know what that means," Mila giggled.
"It's a thing us old fogeys say. You ready?" Mel asked as he released Mila.
"Sure, sure," Mila answered as she stepped away from her manager. "How do I look?"
Mel looked at his small, slender client. She was wearing a tight, black dress that left her shoulders bare with a neck line that plunged down to her belly button and exposed her tan cleavage as the back of the dress opened all the way to the top of her tight ass. The dress was as tight as a second skin and hugged to her slender curves as it trailed down her legs. The hem at the front left her black stiletto heels visible but trailed nearly a foot behind her. Her toe and fingernails were painted a glossy black and her fingernails were filed into points. Her lips were painted a dark green to match the green highlights around her eyes and cheek bones. Her long, dark hair cascaded behind her shoulders and framed her beautiful face. Her face and chest were covered with a light sheen of green, sparkly sprinkles that glistened and twinkled in the light. On top of her head she wore a tall, pointed hat and in her hand she held a old looking broom stick. Dave smiled. "You look like the sexiest Wicked Witch of the West, ever."
Mila took a deep breath to steady her nerves and caught Mel looking at her chest. "OK. Let's do this."
"Damn straight," Mel said as he walked to the door. "Let's show these Comicon Fanboys why the need to see 'Oz, The Great and Powerful'."
Mila walked to the middle of the small conference room. It was a small room at the hotel with plenty of chairs, love seats and couches.
Mel opened the double doors enough to poke his head into the hall. "Gentlemen, may I please introduce you to Mila Kunis, Theodora of Oz and the Wicked Witch of the West!" He opened the doors wide and the room was suddenly filled with over a dozen Fanboys.
Mila smiled warmly, arched her back to show off her ass and pushed her chest out to show that she wasn't wearing a bra. She held her broom in her hands and cackled, "Heh heh heh heh, my little pretties!" She saw Mel close the door and then lost sight of him as the Fanboys pressed in near her. She was barraged by questions and tried her best to answer each one. After several minutes she spotted Mel again and passed her broom off to him.
The Fanboys were everything she'd expected. Some big, some small, some old, some young, some tall, some short, some overweight, some too skinny. All of them had their own little looks to them. Some looked nerdy, some looked plain, some were in costumes, some just in regular clothes, some were clean shaven, some had unique facial hair, some had regular haircuts and some were styled. It was like a mob.
The barrage of questions continued as the Fanboys got closer and closer to her and Mila continued to smile and tried to answer all their questions. As the group pressed closer she took a deep breath to steel herself, her chest pushed out and drew the hungry gaze of the group, and then she exhaled. It was time to impress the Fanboys.
The group of Fanboys pressed closer to her body as Mila extended her arms slightly until she felt her hands starting to brush up against someone's groin. She began lightly touching and stroking the front of whomevers pants were closest, feeling their hard dicks grow as she fondled them. It was impossible to tell whose hard-on was whose so she didn't even bother to try, she just needed them hard so their owners would like her and her movie. What amazed her most was that even as she fondled them they kept asking her questions. She slowly circled around, rubbing each groin her hands brushed up against until she was surrounded by dozens of hard, geek dicks.
As Mila made her way back to facing the original direction she had been facing she was still trying to answer their questions. And there were so many questions; "Did Sam Rami apologize for Spider-Man 3?" "Did Sam Rami smoke pot with James Franco?" "Did you smoke pot with James Franco?" "Did you smoke pot on 'That 70's Show'?" "Did you work with any actual monkeys?" "Were they monkeys or were they apes?" and the questions just kept coming as she tried to answer them all and fondle everybody equally.
When she had turned all the way around Mila began unfastening two of the Fanboys' pants, one with each hand, and exposing their hard cocks. The rest of the group got the hint and all the Fanboys undid their pants and pulled out all their hard pricks. She gripped the two pricks closest to her hands and began tugging on them, jerking them off in the middle of a sea of nerdy cocks. And amazingly enough they never stopped asking her questions.
As Mila jacked off the two cocks she felt hands start to move over her slender body. Dozens of hands, caressing her, flowing over her, through her hair, over her shoulders, down her arms, across her chest, around her hips, up her back and down her legs. Fanboy hands cupped her tits and pinched her nipples as she heard one of the Fanboys whisper to another, "I told you she wasn't wearing a bra," Fanboy hands trailed down her exposed back and along her spine, down to her firm ass. Fanboy hands cupped her taunt ass-cheeks and tried to work their way between the firm globes, "and no underwear, too." Fanboy hands trailed down her silky cleavage and over her dress and tried to cup her tingling pussy through the tight material. Her breathing picked up as she felt herself start to become slightly aroused.
Mila felt the cocks she was jerking on explode and splash warm cum into her skillful hands. The two Fanboys backed away from the group, tucking themselves back into their pants as she found two more cocks to jack off. And through it all; the hand-jobs and the Fanboy hands flowing over her excited body, the groups' questions never stopped. And none of the questions were about the sex act they were all involved in, all the questions were about her career or Sam Rami's or the movie. Nobody mentioned the fact that they were feeling up one of the hottest women on the planet as she jerked them off. She was amazed.
The two cocks in her hands throbbed and twitched as they shot their loads onto Mila's dress and were quickly replaced by two more. She kept smiling and answering questions as she concentrated on her hands flowing back and forth over two strangers' dicks. But as the Fanboys' hands continued to work on her body she found her concentration breaking as she became increasingly aroused. Her nipples were rock hard and her little pussy was getting warmer and wetter. Her breathing quickened and she tried to keep herself from panting in pleasure as the two Fanboys in her hands came on her tight dress and were then quickly replaced by two more.
As a fog of passion began building up in her mind, Mila lost track of the number of hand-jobs she had given and strangely enough she didn't care. As her passion built she found it harder and harder to concentrate on the Fanboys' questions and began just nodding or shaking her head as she answered "Uh huh," or "Uh Uh." She felt some of the Fanboys begin to press up on her body, rubbing their hard cocks over the material of her tight, black dress. They humped against her ass, between her cheeks, her hips, her thighs, her legs, and one of the Fanboys was on his knees jerking off while staring at her feet. "Like a pack of horny puppies in heat," she thought as she giggled. And they were still asking her questions but she was now so turned on as she was humped from the waist down that she lost track of how many Fanboys were left or what they were saying and now she could only mutter, "Uh huh," over and over again.
Mila licked her lips erotically as she closed her eyes, just enjoying the rush of pleasure from all these Fanboys worshiping her, desperate to be near her, to touch her, to have her touch them. It was astounding. She felt the cock sandwiched between her ass-cheeks shoot it's load over her exposed lower back as the Fanboys on either side of her started humping her ass-cheeks harder and faster. The cocks in her hands shot their loads and were replaced by the dicks that had been humping her waist. She licked her lips and moaned in pleasure at all the worship heaped on her and barely noticed as the Fanboy kneeling at her feet showered her shoes with his cum and then left.
Mila's body kept responding to all the erotic stimulations, her nipples sizzled against the shimmering material of her dress, her pussy began to throb and a sheen of sweat covered her exposed cleavage. Her hands were a blur as they jacked the cocks in her palms and she could feel the two cocks humping her hips and rubbing against the front of her thighs. One of the pricks in her hands shot it's load on her and was quickly replaced by one of the Fanboys rubbing against her thigh. This dick was smaller than the rest and when she looked at the owner she was shocked to see how small he was.
Mila was about to object to the boy's apparent young age but as he began clumsily pawing at her tits a look of absolute adulation filled his face as he stared up at her in awe. She licked her lips and smiled as she remembered the age restriction at the Con. Her brain was filled with all the erotic stimulation her tight, little body was receiving. As the cock in her other hand shot it's load and one of the cocks at her thighs showered her dress in cum she thought to herself, "Who's it hurting, really? He obviously wants to be here." She looked down at the Fanboy with her best smile, "And what's your name, sweetie?" She used the grip she had on his dick to pull him in front of her and since no new cock pressed itself into her other hand she used it cup his balls.
