Diamond's First Scene

Thirty minutes later they were ready to shoot. Gash had strategically kept his actors apart, just to be on the safe side, fearful of more premature accidents. Damon went to wardrobe and came out every inch the hardbitten, professional investigator, suited and booted, and was installed behind the desk in the set. Gash wasn’t sure whether he was in character or not, but the colossal stud was chewing on his cigar with a serious expression. The crew were all tensed, knuckles white as they gripped their equipment. They didn’t know what to expect, but they’d had a taste of Diamond. Gash didn’t know what he was expecting either, but was fortifying himself with the thought that this was just a short, two person scene. Surely nothing could go radically wrong.

Could it?

He licked his dry lip and called out.

‘Action!’

The door opened and Diamond came in.

Damon ate his lit cigar.

As soon as his eyes latched on to the perfect female fuckdoll super slut sex bomb, his jaw started to clamp and clench, crunching through the tobacco filled tube an inch at a time until it consumed the ignited end. The huge man didn’t flinch as the incandescent ashes filled his mouth. He simply chomped it all down completely transfixed by the alpha bimbo whore.

Diamond’s secretary blouse was quite tight, which was to say that the sheer white top was absurdly, ridiculously stretched to bursting over her eye-popping assets. In practical terms, her enormous hooters that projected out of her chest could not hope to be contained by the material, and, at already at bursting point, it was held together only by the fact that it was tied with a single knot, stretched to the thinness of a single string, right at the centre of her cleavage, suspended out over a foot in front of her chest where her immense tits were sticking out in front of her. Her inflated fuck boulders were absolutely enormous as they prodded out of her chest, the outer curves ballooning over to the sides. The rest of the blouse was so thin it barely covered her nipples, and the gigantic swell of the upper slopes of her cans and her bulging underboobs were all fully exposed as a gleaming, smooth, round, expanse of perfect firm flesh.

This, of course, left her bronzed, ripped, tight, jacked rack of abs completely bare, underneath which, the same tiny skintight pink skirt, so ridiculously short it left her sweet, pink, silky pussy exposed, only just resting on the top of her bursting booty behind her.

Her whole body was gleaming with oil. She shone perfectly, deep brown.

‘Hi!’ Diamond said brightly with a megawatt smile, ‘I’m Miss Chipmunk!’

Gash grimaced. It wasn’t anywhere near the actual script he’d written, but he didn’t dare call ‘cut’. There were too many variables at stake. He waited to see how it would play out, praying that Damon would hold up. The longer it went on, the more probability the hulking monstercocked stud would fold.

Maybe he could do it all in one shot.

‘Misswhhhhaaaa…?’ Damon managed. His eyes were fogged and his mouth was half-masticating a mush of burning embers. Smoke curled from his nostrils, giving the impression that Diamond’s entrance had somehow combusted his brain, and the ashen residue was escaping from its orifices.

‘Miss Chipmunk, Fuckey!’ Diamond said, popping a hip and twerking her utterly enormous fuck globes. They jumped, pronouncedly, on her chest. She giggled and simpered like a true whore, slamming the door behind her.

Damon wasn’t following the script either, but Diamond was hoofing it with enough porno-showgirl energy that Gash kept the scene running.

‘I won “Miss Chipmunk” last year, stud, and I’m ever so keen to post an even bigger submission this year, break my record, and retain my crown!’

Diamond moved a step forward and let her hand play on Damon’s desk, finally alighting on a short six inch ruler. She picked it up.

‘Every year me and thousands of so many lucky, starry-eyed sluts, take part in a competition to see which of us can jam a MONSTER COCK the FURTHEST in their CHEEK so that it sticks out from the side of their face like a fucking perverted horny CHIPMUNK WHORE! And I have the fucking world record because I’m the biggest fucking dumb bimbo fuckdoll whore with the most elastic fucking CHEEK! It’s FOUR INCHES BULGING OUT OF THE SIDE OF MY FACE! LIKE HOT, RIGID HARD FUCKING MEAT POLES RESHAPING MY FACE!!! But what I need is a fucking stud to shove a MONSTER COCK in my whore face as hard as possible so that I can break my own RECORD!!! This year I want my slut bimbo face stretched FIVE or even SIX inches!!!!! Like as LONG AS THIS RULER!!! Did I mention I’m only eighteen? I sometimes forget that because of all the THOUSANDS AND THOUSANDS of MASSIVE MEAT POLES I’ve had fucking TOOTHBRUSHING me every fucking day of my life?!!??’

It wasn’t Hamlet, Gash thought, but, to be fair, it was probably better than the lines he had written for her.