"I did it. She's yours"

She smiles, as her body shudders with joy. "It was amazing, sir."

You smile. "You really did it?"

She nods eagerly.

And you decide that she deserves a great reward. You slide down your pants and she crawls over, opening her mouth for you to push your cock in which you do. Then you relax your body and relieve yourself down her throat.

She gags a little but gets it all swallowed, loving every moment of the experience.

"Now tell me" You say.

And Kristen begins her story. "I've been spending the past two days planting a seed in Kerry's head. That it's ridiculous that a film about Sasha Grey should have these dumb simulated sex scenes. I've been telling her that movies these days, especially daring foreign movies have lots of real sex scenes in them. And if a movie about Sasha Grey's life isn't going to be daring, then why the fuck are we doing it? Slowly she's been coming around to my way of thinking. Then finally today it happened. She said 'I've been thinking about what you've been suggesting, and I think you're right. You're totally right.'

"So we were going through a scene where she and I make out for the first time. So we started to do so. And I surprised her by shoving my tongue into her mouth. She pulled back and gave me a shocked look and I said 'Let's do it. Let's show them what this movie could be.' and suddenly we were down on the ground. I could hear the film crew freaking out, and the director yelled 'cut' but we didn't care. I pulled up this tight little dress they had her in, pulled down her panties and shoved my fist in her as deep as it could go. She screamed. It was so amazing. It was amazing to see, my pale white fist deep in her black cunt. And she squirted all over the place almost immediately.

"As soon as we finished the producers called us into their office. So we told them that we thought the film should have real hardcore sex like that. They told us we were crazy. And we said we were walking off set and going on strike until they came around. And that's why I'm home so early." Kristen looks at you proudly. And she has every reason to be.

"And where is Kerry?" You ask.

"Oh, she's outside waiting in the car." Kristen says, much to your surprise.

She's been out there this whole time? You burst through the front door, and walk toward the car parked in the big driveway. Kerry immediately gets out of the passenger seat. She's wearing a pair of tight jeans and a satin top. Her ebony hair is frizzy and mussed. And her expression is one of glazed uncertainty, like she's just been in a car crash, like she doesn't know what hit her.

But she is beautiful. And she stands there staring at you. "Sir?" She says much to your shock and delight.

Kristen must have told her about the whole thing you have going on here. And now, here she is, ready to go.