John and Dad and Husband makes three.

It feels a lot sooner than five minutes when you catch sight of the door opening in the mirror. You see John, a young black actor walk in wearing jeans and a black puffer jacket. You don't remember what his script name is but it doesn't matter, after the adlib you have little dialog until the end.

"Damn! That's one fine ass, girl!"

He walks over and pulls the gag off your head.

"You just looking for some cock, baby?"

You nod, "I. . . yes this is something I need to do." You stammer, looking up at him and hoping what you said makes sense to the audience.

"Oh yeah. My lucky fucking day! Open that mouth slut!"

He pulls his pants and underwear down, sporting a hard, 8-inch pole. You open your mouth and he pushes his rod deep inside. You feel his hard shaft brush past your tonsils as you hear the door open. John stops pushing for a second.

"Shit man. . . I," 'Derek' cuts him off. "I hadn't planned on another. Go ahead man, the slut is open for business."

"Thanks, dude," He says as he finishes thrusting deep down your throat and starts fucking your face. You can feel your mascara running as you work to breathe through your nose. It takes a minute to get with his rhythm but it becomes bearable once you get that right.

"This is what she's good for, man. Just make sure you cum in her mouth. Her ass is mine and someone else is coming for her cunt." He tries for a sinister laugh again but it just sounds weird to you. Perhaps he'll get it before filming is over? That might be due to the balls slapping on your chin though. John goes for a good couple of minutes before he groans loudly, shoves his dick deep into your throat, and unloads. You struggle a bit with all the cum sliding down your throat. He takes a moment to step away, you see him slowly deflating as he addresses 'Derek'.

"Damn she's good."

"After she blows all her cash, check the diners. She may be turning tricks at one."

John gives 'Derek' a high five as he leaves the room. You glance at him in the mirror.

"Happy now?"

"Not yet, but I'm getting there 'Kassandra'."

"My ass?" You whine as he slaps it.

"You didn't think I was going to let you go without it did you?"

You hear the door open at that point and see Lon walk in wearing jeans and a blue sweatshirt.

"So you finally figured out she was a no-good skank huh son?"

"Yep, 'Dad'. I learned my lesson. I'll stick to my own class from here on out. Why don't you fuck your daughter-in-law, dad? She's good enough for that and I've seen you check out her ass more than once over the last few years," he offers that same evil laugh you find so ridiculous. Luckily you're a bit too out of breath to laugh.

The director takes his jeans off and pulls down his boxers. You see a hard, 6-inch erect python hanging between his legs as he kneels behind you.

"No need to be nice, dad. The slut's already wet!"

Yeah, you think. Thanks to Rocquelle anyway. He rubs his bulbous head along your wet slit.

"This bitch is ready for it," he says as he grabs your hips and starts fucking you hard and fast. You groan, the friction from his shaft sliding in and out of you feels good. Unlike the face fuck, this is something you can get into. You wiggle your hips a bit as he slides into you eliciting a throaty groan from the turned-on director.

"She on anything?" he grunts at his 'son' as he reams your soaked cunt.

"I think so. She's been fucking lots of guys and isn't pregnant yet."

You feel his thick staff spearing you recklessly, in and out, fast and hard. 'Derek' kneels down next to you.

"Feel that slut?" He asks as Lon pounds into your **** pussy.

"That's my dad fucking your tight cunt." In and out the hard cock slides.

"He told me 'Go ahead, fuck her. Get it out of your system'. I should have listened and stopped there."

'Derek' stands and walks back behind his 'dad'.

"Sperm the slut, 'Dad'. 'Kassy's' collecting cream tonight!"

Agra slams in deep and explodes, moaning as he fills your womb with his creamy baby gravy. He leans back and you feel his cock pop out of your slick hole.

"She'd have made a good mistress, son. That isn't wife material though," he walks up and wipes his cock on your face, then dresses and walks out.

"Is that all? Please?" You ask trying to put as much of a begging tone to your voice as you can muster. You feel beat already and know it isn't over.

"Nope," he steps back outside. You know from the script that at least two more are coming. When the door shuts, Rocquelle sticks her head out the door and looks at you.

"Everything OK?"

"I'm tired but nothing too bad. How long has it been?"

"About 20 minutes."

You do the math in your head. Five minutes for the intro, twenty here leaves at least twenty to go maybe?

"Lon asked me to check on you. The next two are getting suited up. Should be here in less than five."

"Thanks," you say as you breathe deep and calm down. Hopefully, this will be a short wait, you are ready to be done with it all.