Fake an orgasm

You decide to just fake an orgasm in an attempt to get it over with faster. You moan and scream out as you put all your energy into the performance. You squirm and wriggle as you try to turn your screams of pain into squeals of passion that could wake the dead. You make your body go into convulsions and you moan out, acting as if you're having an epileptic seizure.

"Oh baby!", Sylvester moans in ecstasy, seemingly enjoying your performance. "Ohhhhh", he moans. "I'm gonna...I'm gonna..."

That seems to have driven him over the edge, and you feel him thrust his fat cock into you one last time as it begins spurting out what seems to be a gallon of his seed deep inside your guts with each throb. You moan out loudly, feeling him paint the inside of your ass with hot semen. You bend your knees and try to lean away from him in order to **** him out, but you are so firmly impaled that you actually have a hard time pulling him out of you. You're still twitching and convulsing, but it's barely an act anymore. Just when you're about to become ****, you hear an audible plop when you finally manage to dislodge him. He wasn't done ejaculating, so the last few globs of semen land on top of your crotch and lower stomach.

"That was amazing, baby", Sylvester says, coming down from his high. "You're a work of art." You crawl away from him slightly, and can't help but glare at him briefly. Does he really not care about your comfort? Then you remember how the cameras are still rolling, and you just behave like you're catching your breath.

The semen inside your ass feels disgusting, like someone poured a jug of hot sauce in you. You can feel some of it slowly spilling out of you already, but you're certain that some of the load was still deposited deep in your bowels. Your stomach starts gurgling and rumbling and you let out a whimper. Luckily the feeling subsides.

"Cut! That's a scene!", you hear the director yell. To your relief he sounds rather enthusiastic. "Well done, Marcy! Round of applause for the new girl! Excellent job!". To your embarrassment the director and some of the technical crew actually start clapping.

At least the guy with the handheld camera seems to have turned it off, having joined in with the applause. You sit up and wipe strained tears from your eyes. "That was... uncomfortable", you admit in a soft, wavering voice. For the moment it feels like your asshole might never clench properly again.

"You took it like a champ", Sylvester compliments you, flashing you an almost appreciative smile before he stumbles off the bed. "Now I better get myself cleaned. You should too. You're a mess". He smirks, then steps away from the bed and puts on the long robe that Honey hands him. He disappears from your view as he walk away towards the door.

After Sylvester has left the room you gaze over at the director, who gives you a thumbs-up. "Again, well done!", he says. "I've never seen a new girl take anything of that size up the ass that easily. Very, very impressive".

You slowly step off the messy bed and get to your feet. Your ass still hurts as hell and you're pretty sure you're still leaking, but at least the aching seems to subside somewhat. Honey hands you a robe as well, which you quickly wrap around yourself. "You made quite an impression", she whispers to you with a slight smile. "Go and get a shower and return here. Showers are just down the hall".

You nod and hurry past the camera and crew towards the hallway, just in time to see Sylvester slip through a door on the right. It says 'Showers' on the sign next to it, but then again... so does the sign next to the door on the left.