Anal and (or in?) the end!

It only takes a minute for Greg to walk into the room. He swaggers over looking very pleased with himself.

"Are we ready for the finale?" Greg asks.

"Yes," you reply. "If you kill me, I swear I will haunt you!"

Both men laugh and as tired as you are can't suppress a giggle of your own.

"OK. We'll film the bravado, stop and then get ready. It's going to look a lot harder and nastier after the edits," Lon reassures you.

"Sure. Let's get this over," you reply.

"Action!"

"Just one hole I haven't had yet,' dad'. I think her ass is cherry too," he says as he undresses.

"You really don't have to do this," you beg as he kneels behind you and spreads your asscheeks.

"Yes, he does, slut. My 'son' made a horrible mistake he's paying a boatload of cash to fix. At least he'll have your tight ass to remember," 'Dad' taunts as 'Derek' parks the tip of his 8-inch cock against your tight asshole. He gets a wild smile on his face and he pushes forward as you howl "Noooooooooooo!".

"Cut!"

Greg sits back.

You breathe deeply, "Ok, guys. I'm trusting you not to make me regret agreeing to this."

Greg grabs a tube of lube and squirts a bunch on his pointer finger.

"It may feel weird but you'll be fine. People do this all the time." He gently slides his finger inside you, rubbing the lube all around.

"That stuff is cold!" You yell.

"Sorry, can't help that," he apologizes as he starts slathering it on his cock. Agra speaks up.

"It'll feel different but it'll only take a few minutes. He'll finish on your back so you'll get over it soon. I know that's weird for the movie like this but we can edit it so it looks like he came inside you."

"Thank heavens for small favors I guess."

"Are you ready?" Greg asks.

"I guess so?"

Greg gets back in position, spreading your cheeks and putting his now heavily lubed up dickhead against your puckered hole.

"Action!"

Greg slowly pushes the tip into your tight ass. It doesn't hurt but you feel very full like you need to go to the bathroom.

"Oh yeah, 'Dad'! 'Kassy' is a natural buttslut!" He yells for the cameras his weapon slowly sinks deep inside you.

"Ohmygod! Ohmygod! Ohmygod!" you groan over and over feeling his rod stretch and widen your tight passage. Finally, you feel him start to pull back. He almost slides out before he pushes inside again. You groan as he pumps in and out of you. It doesn't feel sexy or hot, it just feels full. You've never felt so overstuffed!

"Godohgodohgod! What are you doing!" you moan as he keeps going. You are floored by the sensations and lose track of time as he fills your bottom and empties it again, back and forth, in and out.

All of a sudden the spell is broken as you feel him pop out and start to cum on your back. Both men are yelling and making noise but you can't quite understand what they are saying. Lon reaches down, uncuffs your hands, and shakes your shoulder.

"Are you OK?" He asks sounding worried.

You shake your head, "Yeah. . . I think I am."

"You passed straight out toward the end there. We saw your eyes roll up into your head! I was afraid we'd really screwed up here."

"You got the tape, right?" You ask hoping. "I hope you got your footage."

"More than enough, honey. It may be the best anal scene I've shot in a while."

He wipes your back off with a wet towel, tosses another in the recliner, and helps you over to it.

"No pain? We don't need a doctor do we?"

You shake your head.

"I'll be fine in a few minutes. Mail me a link when it goes up, I really want to see this."

"I will," Agra promises as he shoos the cameramen and Greg out of the cabin.

"Are you sure you're fine? We can film the last part in five minutes. The sex is all over. You'll need to shower and dress for the signing part though."

You wave him away.

"I'm a big girl. Give me five to get ready and I'll go out and hit the shower. We'll be done soon."

He nods and steps outside. As soon as she hears the door shut, Rocquelle hurries over to you.

"Are you OK? I mean really?"

"I feel like I could shit for an hour straight but otherwise, I'm just tired. I'll be right as rain after a shower. I just need to give my legs a few minutes, they feel like wet noodles."

"I can help you out if you need it."

You offer a weak smile, "And let the guys see me half-carried to the shower? Not on your life!"

Rocquelle laughs, "Ok She-ra. Do it your way!"

She piles a heavy robe next to you, puts a pair of slippers on the floor, and heads back to the makeup room.

"Call me if you need me."

You offer a thumbs up as she closes the door.

Five minutes later, you throw the robe on, slide into the slippers, and walk out the door. When you make it to the ladies' restroom, you walk in and hit the shower. It takes about fifteen minutes under the warm water to clean up. On the bright side, your ass almost feels normal at this point. You were starting to wonder for a minute there if it ever would. Greg's a lot larger than your other two partners were. You dry off, get dressed, and head up to the cabin.

It only takes about ten minutes to finish the final scene. You sign the divorce agreement in front of the camera and accept the fake check Greg gave you. Then Lon yells, "Cut, that's a wrap!"

The actors all leave first, their part finished. You all wish each other well as they go. The cameramen leave next, followed by the writers. Lon walks up to you and hands you a business card.

"I can make some great films just for you, Simone. I'll be in touch with your agent soon. We need to discuss that contract of yours first though. If you want to work sooner, call me!" He offers you a quick peck on the cheek and goes. You walk back into the makeup area where Rocquelle is finishing up.

"Thanks for everything," you smile at the ebony woman and she offers one back.

"You really need to ditch the boys, honey. They're not good for you," she smirks as she finishes up.

"These particular boys were good for my bank account," you wink back at her.

"Uh-huh. I bet," she says as she rolls her eyes.

"Friends?" You ask as you hold your arms wide.

"For now," she smiles as she hugs you.

You embrace for a few moments and then you let her go.

"Till next we meet?"

"There will be a next time, pretty girl!"

You smile, turn, and leave. No reason to drag it out, you figure. Lots to think about from this trip. You walk out of the cabin, climb in the car, and drive away. You can't wait to get home!