Escorted to the shoot

Gash gasped. Diamond wasn’t about to take the sharp exhale as a denial.

Right in the doorway of Monster Males, Diamond got on her knees, and brought herself eye-level with Gash’s crotch. There was a substantial bulge there, and she made a delighted and horny O-face as she gathered her other hand to it and started running both of them over the tenting of the material, smoothing out the fabric of Gash’s slacks to bring out the long, thick protrusion underneath that ran down his leg, staring at it and brining her pouting lips together, eyes narrowing in admiration. She looked up at Gash with a sexy snarl that could melt steel.

‘Fucking thing’s huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugggggeeee…’ she said, before looking back down at it and saw how it was throbbing violently underneath, bursting to get out. It was lurching around in his trousers. She squeezed her hands flat against the material to enhance the outline of the massive flesh pole.

‘Diamond, ah…’ Gash said, ‘Billie Balloons just sucked me off ten minutes ago, I’m not sure you’re going to omygodomygodomygod….’

ZZZZZIIPPPP!!!

Gash’s member was out in a flash, springing free, the round helmet boinking against Diamond’s nose as it did so, making her giggle. She flashed a smile up at him from where the stiff ten incher (Preston hadn’t made the cut when Guy expanded his business, hence his **** retirement from performing in the skin game), instantly and whoreishly hawked and spat thick, bubbly slobber all over it, and then opened her lips wide and enveloped the whole thing in her mouth from root to tip, glurking and jackhammering her head all over it like a perverted woodpecker until Gash spasmed, balls boiling and roiling, and, unable to resist the suction and slurping of the talented porn whore’s skilled, slippery tongue that rolled around, delivered a spunk payload directly down her throat within ten seconds.

‘GGGGGGOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDAAAMMMMNNNNNN!!!!’

Gash’s body went through massive convulsions as his eyes bulged out of his head.

One of the paramedics, alarmed, stuck his head out of the window. When he saw what was happening, he was beating off within seconds.

‘MMMMMMMmmmmmm!!!’ Diamond said contentedly as she got back to her feet, not bothering to wipe her sticky chin. She turned and winked and waggled her sticky, cum-covered tongue at the paramedic, who immediately busted a massive load all over the dashboard of the vehicle.

Gash was stricken. He’d never cum like that before. He reached back against the door for support. Did he still have a spinal column or had he shot the fucking thing out through his dick?

‘FFUUUUUCCCKKKKKKK!!!!’

‘So what are we going to shoot?’ Diamond said, getting to her feet and letting the emptied cock, still pulsing and hard, plop against her pussy, ‘I’m feeling fucking super naughty so I hope you’ve got some STUDS lined up!’

Gash looked down at his dripping, emptied dick and Diamond’s smiling, spunk-slathered face.

‘Shall we?’ he said, indicating inside.

Through into the lobby, a blonde glamazon receptionist dolly-bird who looked as if she could have been an elite-tier pornstar herself caught a glance of Diamond and after the shock had worn off, instantly pushed her fingers into her sticky knickers, frigging herself to a messy climax where she squirted volcanically all over her computer screen and keyboard by the time Diamond had made it past.

Gash goggled. Something was special about this whore. It wasn’t that Diamond had that kind of effect on people. She had that kind of effect on everyone.

They went further into the studios and passed a few stages where features were shooting.

These scenes didn’t have too much pizzaz. Mostly they were fairly bare sets, almost like warehouses, and they uniformly featured a posse of jacked, huge-hung studs running trains on an assortment of bimbo fuckdolls. In one of them a stacked tattooed slut was on her knees, her face ringed with cocks, thick sperm piled on top of it, completely obliterating her features, as a photographer circled to take snaps. Three cocks were balanced on her head and her hands roved for a little, as, blinded, the huge-canned slut tried to reach for the trunks of two of the biggest around her to hold them up to her mouth.

In another, a pornstar dressed as a latex fetish nurse was getting railed airtight on a makeshift surgery set as another cocksmith laid an enormous fuck pipe across her lower back, using her considerable junk to hot dog her sideways. There was cum everywhere already, and a camera was tight in her face showing how much she loved acting.

‘Am I in one of these?’ Diamond asked.

‘No, they’re not for you. That’s cheap shit. Guy’s putting you in one of our headline titles.’

Diamond was enthused. ‘O my gaaawd that’s soooooo cool! That’s’ where the prime dick is, right? The super studs? The Monster males?’

‘And the super whores,’ Gash added, ‘actual talent. Female talent.’

Diamond was thrilled inwardly at Guy’s estimation of her attributes. She was warming to the man.

‘Which show?’ she asked.

‘Martinet.’

‘Oh my GAAAAAAWWWWWDDDDD!!!!’ Diamond drawled lusciously, ‘Martinet is like my favourite! So many hot fucking studs in that one. That’s like one of your main titles!’

‘Yeah,’ Gash said. ‘Normally they would Broken Dreams and then Shocked, Appalled and Disgusted you. But you’re getting fast tracked.’

‘Fuck, I wanna give you another blowjob right now just for telling me that!’

Gash grinned. What a whore this one was. She could probably have done it too. Looking down, he saw that he was so discombobulated that his dick was still sticking out of his trousers, and it was fucking already hard.

She was like Viagra in human form.

He took her out of the warehouse studios and across the lot. Over the way there was a larger building almost like an aircraft hanger. The door said ‘Martinet Stages.’

Gash pushed it open.

Inside, it was abuzz with activity. There was a high ceiling that had gantries and walkways and was variously rigged with lights. The huge space was divided into various sets either constructed or being constructed. Film crew were gathered around everywhere and the place was alive with hustle and noise.

All of it stopped when Diamond entered the place.

A clapper board dropped to the ground as everyone turned and stared. They knew Diamond already by reputation, but to see her in the flesh was something else. Her beauty was on an unearthly level, but the sexual energy that she gave off was incandescent. And those fuckingtits - behemoth knockers that protruded in shiny twin mounds out of her tiny glossy pvc jacket, nipples capped in X’s, bulged out ahead of her like nuclear warheads.

Two men loading a camera turned and instantly one busted a massive, fat load in his trousers and the other one mindlessly and instantly unzipped himself, hauled out a raging boner and started furiously jacking himself off with manic and furtive abandon. Someone tinkering with a light fitting lost all track of what they were doing and received an amusing electric shock when their fingers brushed a live wire. A best boy on a golf-cart like scooter contraption turned his head to gawp and drove it directly into a catering table as his transfixed stare was glued to the fuckdoll.

A pregnant script girl chanced to glance at Diamond and immediately went into labour.

Diamond grinned broadly and shook her chest, making her tit cannons wobble and jiggle in front of her, the immense hooters bobble deliciously in twin mounds. The slutty action sent a wave of sultry energy that emanated out from her like an almost visible miasma. A pair of scene shifters hefting a filing cabinet dropped it on both of their own toes, so instant was the compulsion to grab their dicks and start stroking furiously at the tanned, bra-busting vixen porn doll.

‘NNNGHGHGHGH!!!’

‘UUGGGHHHHHRRGHHH!!!’

‘FFUUUUUUUKKKKKK!!!!!!!’

Gash, leaking dick still sticking out of his trousers, looked aghast at the sound stage. What until a few seconds ago was a lively and industrious workplace of skilled craftspeople had become an almost instant sea of panting, groaning, horned-up slack-jawed lecherously spaced out men that – if they got there in time without explosively busting in their trousers the moment they glimpsed the glorious nympho pornslut – yanked their dicks out of their trouser and cranked the rigid schlongs like insane maniacs. There were about thirty guys just jerking off right there, and they were already busting so many thick, fat loads the sound of their ropes of semen slapping against the floor produced the sound of warm summer rain.

Diamond waved at the group with one hand and with her other grabbed Preston’s dick and whirled it in circles like the blades of a helicopter.

‘I’m here boys,’ she cooed, ‘and I want some fucking dick!!! Come and get a taste of Diamond!!!’

‘Fucking hell…’ Preston groaned as the blonde fuckdoll whirled his schlong around as the centrepiece to the total pandemonium that had broken out. He glimpsed a set builder bashing his own head with a wooden mallet like the Looney Tunes wolf and he grabbed Diamond by the waist and hastily ushered her through to the make-up rooms before it got completely out of hand.

‘See ya later guys!’ Diamond called to the throng, ‘don’t wanna be late for my first sceeeeeneee!!!’

Preston, dick flailing, propelled Diamond through into a backstage area where the dressing rooms were. They went past the first one which was labelled ‘Feature Star’.

‘Hey!’ Diamond said, as they shot past, ‘is that me?’

‘No!’ Gash said.

Instead, Gash pushed Diamond into the next one along. It was a bare room with a row of mirrors on one side with chairs lined up against them. On one side of the room was a long couch, on which sat Guy Cannon.