A Meeting with Guy

‘Guy!’ Diamond said, smiling and licking her teeth, ‘are you gonna direct me today?’

Guy was no less imposing here than he was when seated behind his legendary, customised desk in his office. He had a full suit on but this emphasised his immense broadness and potent masculinity. The man was a giant.

he looked at Diamond. Currently, he was being sloppily fellated by four bimbos, two blonde and two brunettes, two on each side of him, their asses stuck in the air, all of them smooching and slurping their way messily up and down the sides of his cock.

Diamond creamed herself when she saw it. This was it! Guy Cannon’s dong! She had of course seen it many times before on film, the bimbo being a connoisseur of Guy’s porn career, watching all 199 episodes of Busted Assholes, the ten sequel marine-themed shark flick ripoff parody Jaw Breaker and the entire back catalogue of Pop Shot Cock Shock Fuck Dolls. She had hungrily consumed every second of Guy’s oeuvre, knowing that this cock, this huge, ginormous fuck cannon, was the biggest, best, most perfect cock in the world.

And here it was. Out! In front of her. Diamond’s pussy frothed at the prospect. Her jaw hung wide as she beheld the vast, gleaming, glistening, spit-swabbed appendage that projected out of the hulking stud’s groin. There were veins on it that were as long as her fingers! Huge dense webs of them, a thick dorsal one that spanned from root to tip and ones that branches and bulged on the sides. It looked so meaty and juicy, and she couldn’t even fathom the length. She yearned to crouch in front of it and measure it against her arm –

‘Slut.’ Guy said.

Diamond’s mouth was hanging open.

‘O MY FUCKING GAAAAAWWWWWWDDDDD IT’S HUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!’

Even the cock gobbling sluts looked up at her at the loudness and directness of the exclamation. There was a pause.

‘Stupid fucking bitch,’ Guy said.

They all went gaga for his cock. These sluts were all the same.

‘FUCKING MONSTER COCK!!!’

‘Shut up, Diamond, for God’s sake.’ Guy said.

‘Monster. Fucking. Cock.’ Diamond said. ‘Eeep.’

Then she recovered herself. ‘Ok, I’ll shut up now.’

‘Use your mouth for what it does best.’ Guy said.

‘OOOOoooooOOOO yeaaahhhh…’ Diamond said seductively, stepping forwards to the quintet on the couch, ‘gimmie that FAT fucking meat stick, stud.’

‘Uh-uh…’ Guy said, ‘stay right there.’

Diamond stopped in her tracks at Guy’s command. Guy looked at Diamond, flanked by whores servicing his dick from both sides. They had resumed their ministrations from where their bimbo lips were moulded to his dick and were emitting sticky and sloppy sounds.

‘I owe these whores a treat,’ he said, ‘I don’t owe you nothing yet.’

Diamond glared. Nobody had turned her down before! She wanted that massive dick.

‘These aren’t whores. They’re the make up girls. I mean they are whores. Same as any woman. But they work for me. They ain’t talent. They don’t take any pay. Once a week I let them slurp meat off the bone. That’s all they need to make them happy. But you. You cost me ten million. So you don’t get nothing for free.’

Diamond’s pussy squelched as she stared needily at the cock.

‘You’re gonna use your mouth on my stud in this movie,’ Guy said. ‘And I’ve told him to use you like the whore you are. And we’ll see if you have potential. This is professional.’

Diamond was steaming and frothing from intense, barely-suppressed cock fixation and wild indignation.

‘We break our pornstars. It’s part of the deal. We break them as quick as we can, and when they’re broken and degraded they always come back for more. The oldest on my roster is twenty seven and I’m pretty sure she’s only still here because I gave her brain damage when I skull fucked her in Throatsleeves #11. So I know you’ll break. Only question is when. But you don’t get the Cannon dick until you’re good and broken.’

Guy compressed his huge arms around the quartet of whores, pushing them all closer to his massive schlong and squashing their faces against it.

‘I’m done with her, Gash. Take her out.’

Diamond was burning with confusion and fury. Preston took her arm and guided her out as Cannon’s four whores continued their enthusiastic servicing of his enormous, precum belching monster cock.

As the door slammed and Preston took her further along the corridor, Diamond was incensed.

‘Well, what the fuck? Am I in Martinet or what?’

‘You’re in, you’re in,’ Gash assured her, ‘but it’s not a major role. Here.’

He opened the door to another room that read ‘Makeup for supporting roles’ on it. Diamond went in to a place that was the size of a large cupboard. This was not glamorous. There was a chair, a large mirror and the copy of a script on the dressing table in front of it.

‘This is your dressing room,’ Gash explained, ‘if you want to be treated like a star, you have to do what you do in real life on screen. Then it’ll come to you real quick, believe me. But you’ve got to understand, it’s called Monster Males Diamond. You’re not what the people want to watch, primarily. The studs get the limelight. The girls… well, most of them are meat by-products. Guy wasn’t messing. We go through you whores like you wouldn’t believe.’

Diamond’s resolve slowly began to build again. She had other ideas.

‘Here,’ Gash said, ‘look at the script. This is a superior title of ours, so you actually have to remember lines.’

Diamond perked up moderately at the idea she would be able to showcase her acting skills.

‘Cool,’ she said, ‘what’s my role? Am I a super spy? A double agent?’

‘No, you’re a secretary,’ Gash said.

Diamond stared daggers at him.

‘A sexy one,’ Gash said. ‘There are no small parts, Diamond, only small actors.’

He leafed through the pages of the script until he found the scene.

‘Here.’ He gave her the script.

Diamond looked at it. It read:

INT: Martinet agency. BRANDON MOORCOCK in his office. A SECRETARY enters.

SECRETARY: I’ve pulled all the files you asked for on the Pole-Ice organisation, sir.

MOORCOCK: Thanks. Now babe, do you have room in your inbox for a big fat file in return?

They fuck.

Diamond flung the script down.

‘Is that IT?’

‘Hey!’ Gash protested, ‘I wrote that!’

‘But he’s not even the main guy! He’s not Lance Martinet!’

‘No, he’s a new character. This is like a subplot. Diamond, the viewer appreciates a good story.’

‘But my character doesn’t even have a name!’

‘Well, you can think of one.’

‘How about… mmmmm… Diamond Gazongas?’

Preston put his hands over his eyes. ‘Diamond, that’s your name. This is a fiction film, not gonzo.’

‘And I only have one line!’

‘Well that’s one more than most whores get around here. So make it good.’

‘Sheeeshh… fine,’ Diamond said.

‘Alright, your make up girl will be with you shortly. And I’ll have your costume sent to you.’

Diamond frowned at the succession of indignities. Then she pulled herself together. If this was going to be her first job, she was going to give them a show they would never forget. She **** herself to brighten up.

‘Hey Mr Director,’ she said, suddenly lasering in on Gash and batting her thick lashes at him. He realised his dick was still out, ‘how about I thank you for giving me my first big break? I can give you another blowjob and you can imagine how you’ll frame me for the scene…’

Gash gulped.

Thirty second later, second load relinquished all over Diamond’s face and tits, the director having given the talented cocksucking slut a massive plastering facial, Preston stopped in on the previous room, managed to extricate one of the make up girls, practically having to surgically remove her from Guy’s hulking rod, and then swiftly headed onto the stage set to see if the pandemonium had died down, and knock some heads together if it hadn’t. As it was, the whole place looked like the aftermath of a cross between trench warfare and a particularly messy bukkake shoot, and Gash had his work cut out getting enough able bodied crew together still not reeling from their first encounter with the impossibly busty porn starlet to function effectively.

Diamond perused the script as Gash’s cum dripped down her face. It was a bit limp. She would have to bring it to life somehow. She tried to think of a name for her character. Penny Traytion? Gigi Erecta? Nothing seemed to fit as well as Diamond Gazongas.

There was a knock at the door.

‘Come in,’ she said.

One of the makeup girls from before wasn’t happy to have been pulled away from Guy’s monster cock.

‘Haven’t you got more cum on your face than when I saw you like two minutes ago?’ the girl said professionally as she got close up to Diamond.

‘Well they didn’t hire me because I don’t love cum,’ Diamond said.

‘Gonna have to clean you up first, girl,’ the make up girl said.

‘Want a taste?’

The make up girl grinned, ‘Mmmmmmmmm yaaaahhhhh!!’

In seconds they were the best of friends, swapping and sharing Gash’s cum between them in long sloppy ropes that dripped off their lips and chins. As the make up girl pulled away, head spinning, Diamond, giggling, spat a bit more in her face. The spunk-smeared make up girl grinned as it dripped from her chin.

‘Ok. Let’s make you even prettier…’