Gash needs more male talent!

Gash looked around furiously. The place was in chaos already. Chet was like a spunk-spewing tornado, wheeling around the room and splattering sprays of thick seed everywhere in whirling centrifugal bursts that were leaving arcs of cum on the walls. SPLAT!!! A boggle-eyed make-up slut got another eyeful that creamed her face and dripped out of her open mouth. She choked and gagged. Chet was still stroking his dick and his tongue was completely hanging out of his mouth. Diamond was so far miraculously unscathed by the bursts, but it was only a matter of time before her astoundingly massive and protruding cans got tagged by the volcanic jets of cum that were firing wildly around the dressing room.

‘Fuck!!!’

Gash grabbed Diamond’s arm and hauled her towards him, seeing only the bimbo slut’s enormous, gleaming cans surging towards him as he took her and shoved her through the door. He had to push through the crowd that had assembled there as the astounded congregation goggled at the way that Chet had become a completely vacant, mechanically groin-humping, fist-pumping, totally insensible cum fountain through thirty seconds of one on one exposure to Diamond.

SPLAATTTTTT!!!!

Just as Gash managed to get Diamond through the door blast of spunk raked across the doorframe that drew a line across it and plastered three make-up girls in their eyeballs. They cried out in unison, a mixture of shock and excitement and delight. The splash of cum rebounded off them in droplets and splattered to the floor, and Chet kept on turning and stroking like a dervish.

With no other way to deal with Chet’s plight, Gash slammed the door and left the hapless porno stud to it.

One thing at a time.

The cum splattered crowd were looking at each other in the corridor, eyes wide, mouths open, quite a lot of them with spunk dripping off them. The makeup girls giggled and compared where they had taken splashes, one of them hefting her tits to the others, another trying to blink it out of her eyes.

Apart from them, no one said anything, and everyone just stared in disbelief at each other, whereupon a member of the crew whose job was to hold the mic boom took one look at Diamond in her secretary costume and immediately produced his dick and started to stroke it furiously.

‘Fucking WHOOOORREEE!!!!’ the man said as he pumped his engorged fuck stick in Diamond’s direction. She giggled and made to get on her knees.

Gash grabbed Diamond again and propelled her through the corridor before she could catch any of the guy’s load -

‘AAAARRRRGGGHHHHHHH FFFUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKK!!!’

As apparently it has taken him all of five seconds to bust explosively. Once more the cohort of make-up girls once again took the brunt. There was a chorus of ‘yeaaaahhhhh!!!’ and ‘Oh my GAAAWDDDD!!!’ behind them as they made their escape.

Sweating, ragingly hard and painfully engorged, Gash pulled Diamond through the corridor, out into the main studio section, and up the gantry towards where the set for the Martinet scene was. It was as if she was a mixture of Viagra in human form and a sexual pandemic. No one was safe from the miasma of sexuality that was pouring out of her and everyone was falling prey to the contamination without any resistance to it. Above the gantry he glanced down at the scene where Diamond had first made her entrance into the studio stages. It looked like a warzone. There were five paramedics down there but the team was stretched to capacity. There was a chorus of moaning and a slick backwash of furious, wet fapping.

Gash pushed Diamond into the set where the Martinet scene was to be shot.

It was a regulation set with a window with blinds behind a desk where Chet’s character, Brandon Moorcock, had to be seated. A couple of chairs, a computer, a filing cabinet. Arranged against this was all the filming paraphernalia, ready to go, but as yet, unmanned.

Diamond turned on her eight-inch stripper heels.

‘There’s no one here,’ she said, ‘want me to suck your cock?’

‘Fucking hell Diamond!’ Gash said, exasperated, ‘I have to find someone else to play the scene with you! You can’t suck cock all the time!’

‘Duuuurrrr!’ Diamond said, baffled, ‘want to bet?’

‘Just fucking wait fucking here,’ Gash said, trousers absurdly tented, his hog almost breaking through at the succulent delights that the porno whore was promising him. ‘Please don’t leave the set. We can’t have any more… accidents!’

Diamond pouted, but the professional in her took over for the moment. ‘I will learn my lines,’ she said. ‘Or rather, my line.’

‘Yes, that’s it! Perfect!’ Gash said, ‘learn your lines! I’ll be back.’

Gash retreated and dashed out of the office set back onto the gantry. In all his time at Monster Males, he had never had to deal with a situation like this. The porno whores were just cattle, generally. They came, got gang fucked by the biggest, hardest, most relentless studs in the business, lasted a couple of scenes, and then you never saw them again. But this little fuck doll was something else. All she needed to do was just show up on set and the whole system was flung into chaos.

He needed to think.

Wading through the chaos of the lower floor of the studio, he pulled out a team who could shoot the scene and instructed them to go to the studio but not interact with Diamond in any way. Then he set about finding another actor to play Moorcock.

Just as he was flailing around to try and figure out what to do without informing Guy, an opportunity presented itself to him.

‘Hey Gash,’ came a voice behind him.

He turned, and saw Damon Driller.