Diamond Gets Busy

It was his greatest work.

Gash was practically crying.

Part of him was glad that Damon appeared to have run out of desk drawers to smash over his own head, but part of his wasn’t. Fuck knows it made for an exciting scene. He couldn’t believe the energy and perfect, smooth twerks of her peachy globe ass that Diamond was throwing at the monster cocked porn stud that was looming over, smoke curling out of his nostrils and ears like some sort of cartoon devil, dick stretched out enormously at Diamond’s lusciously inviting derriere.

He felt something around his groin area, and managed to tear his eyes from the hypersexual spectacle of the blonde, tattooed porno nymph demanding that her asshole was stretched. It was with some confusion when he looked down that he saw that he himself was jerking off, and that without realising it at all, he had become so entranced by Diamond’s horny display that he had unzipped himself and unleashed his own massive, Monstermales schlong and was stroking it as he watched.

Now that the hallucinatory spectacle of Diamond’s first porn scene was momentarily broken, he glanced at the crew, and saw that they were in similar disarray. The boom mike guy busted a load, as he watched, now his third, dumping a hot, fat, sticky wad of jizz in his trousers, as his legs wobbled dangerously, the crewman looking for all the world like he was about to collapse. The groin of his trousers was totally drenched from within. The two cameramen weren’t faring better either. Both of them had one hand occupied with the shoulder-mounted cameras, one a close shot, one wide, and both of them had their dicks out and were almost frenziedly stroking their rock-hard leaking cocks. And they were cumming too. Both of them must have been on their third or fourth load by now, and they showed no sign of letting up. Cum was just dripping from their dicks from the last load they had surrendered, and still they stroked, monomaniacally jacking their slickened, steel—hard appendages for yet another and another burst of hot seed. It was ridiculous, it was depraved, it was stupid – but it was happening, and they were all powerless to prevent it.

It was like she had cast some sort of spell. Gash glanced almost with horror at each and saw their eyes were almost glazed and their tongues were hanging out of their mouth, drool roping down their staff-issued Monstermales t-shirts. Diamond Gazongas had turned a jaded, normally listless and battle-hardened porn film crew, a crew that had seen, to be clear all types of shit, all of them veterans of Shocked, Appalled and Disgusted, let alone Martinet, and turned them into braindead stroke zombies.

Gash felt his jaw sag as well as he watched the hypnotically perfect globes of Diamond’s round, luscious, bubble ass jiggle as the horny fuck doll twerked her rump at Damon. He couldn’t keep himself from stroking and twisting his hand around his rock hard thirteen-inch cock, and a rope of precum oozed from the tip onto the carpet in front of him. It was going to be hard to keep it together.

‘NNNGGHGHGHGHGHH!!!!’

Right in front of him, the boom operator, both hands still gripping the mic and holding it above the action, clearly and observably spunked in his trousers a fourth time.

What was it about this slut? It wasn’t easy to determine. She did look perfect but it was more than that. She looked sort of impossible. Was she easily, by a massive distance, the most beautiful woman in the history of porn? Of course. Did she have the tightest, most athletic and perfectly taut and supple fitness body? Incontrovertibly. Her abs were shredded, her waist was perfectly slender and her quads were in peak muscular definition. Her musculature was sculpted into perfect, crystalline perfection for a woman of her age. But that tight, young, slender body had simply the biggest, roundest, most spherically projecting, vast, inflated, taut-skinned honey-tanned pair of fuck globes he had ever seen bouncing and bulging on her chest. They simply shouldn’t have been possible. And her ass… it was difficult to fathom. It was like a pair of supple, smooth, gleaming footballs bouncing out from her rear. Right now she had her back in a dipped arch and she was clapping them together with big meaty slaps that were echoing around the room, looking over her shoulder at Damon with a megawatt smile.

‘CUT!’ he called.