Some brief introductions

Diamond walked up the stone steps, through the columns that flanked the entrance and through into the hallway, which was cool and shadowed, away from the glare of the hot summer sun outside. Looking around her, Diamond saw that she was in a large chamber with a stone-flagged floor in the design of alternate black and white checks. A large dual staircase climbed to the second floor ahead of her, a vast light fitting swung from the roof. Restoration-era paintings were on the dark oak walls, but there was no-one around to greet her.

Sensing that he heard something emanating from the large oak door on her left, Diamond walked over to it, the heels of her thigh-length shoes clicking on the floor as she did so, grasped the handle and pulled the heavy door open.

The sound of conversation that bubbled around the room instantly stopped, as if sucked into the gasp that was clearly and collectively pronounce by everyone in the room. Around a large, long table, with coffee and biscuits on it, were stood about a dozen middle-aged men and women in suits and various smart wear. Diamond, in her favourite leather studded pornoslut attire, posed in the doorway, her hands on her hips, as every head in the room swivelled to look at her.

Diamond had enough time to note that every female set of eyes was bulging out at her, and every male mouth seemed to be salivating with Pavlovian predictability, before a large man bounded across the room to her, well dressed in a suit with a large, open face , a broken nose, and smiling and laughing in a friendly hale-fellow-well-met kind of way.

‘Hello!’ said the man, facing Diamond in the doorway, ‘and you would be?’

‘Diamond,’ said Diamond, smiling, instantly liking the man, ‘Diamond Gazongas.’

‘Yes,’ said the man, shaking her hand, ‘we’ve been expecting you. You’re here for the induction! So glad you could come to use today. We’re delighted to have you. My name is David Campbell.’

Expertly, David swiftly pirouetted Diamond in the doorway and smoothly steered her away, back into the hall and across in the opposite direction to another doorway.

‘I’m just having coffee with a few of the parents who have brought their prospective students with them today, Diamond. You know, entertaining and getting to know them while their sons and daughters are interviewed and inducted. It’s very possibly they haven’t seen anything quite like you,’

‘Uh-huh,’ said Diamond, ‘well I just kind of threw this on, you see…’ she explained, referring to her remarkable outfit.

‘And lovely you look too,’ said David, ‘I’m so sorry there was no-one to meet you. This is where I’d like you to wait, if you’d be so kind,’ David was indicating another door in front of them, and propelling Diamond towards it, ‘if you’d be kind enough to wait in here with a couple of other prospective students, a teacher will be along shortly to give you the tour and take you to your interview.’

David opened the door onto a room similar to the one Diamond had apparently just mistakenly intruded upon, oak panelled, with plush seats around the side, tea and coffee urns around the central table.

‘Do make yourself at home, Diamond, and I hope I’ll see you later in the day,’ Mr Campbell said, smiling and swiftly closing the door on Diamond. Diamond could hear his heavy steps retreating back across the hallway.

She was not alone in the room. There were two other boys seated in it, both with coffee cups in their hands, each of which looked about her age. They were dressed fairly smartly. Diamond decided that she was slightly more in her element in this room, although as yet it had been a fairly uninspiring introduction. Mr Campbell seemed friendly enough, but he was, again, so British, and the looks of disapproval she had been getting from the parents had been a little offputting, although she didn’t care what people thought that much. She loved what she did and who she was. In fact turning up to a room full of stiff Brits and rocking their worlds was exactly the kind of thing that she liked, and she gave a little satisfied sigh, feeling her pussy moisten at the thought that those stuck-up middle-aged British guys would be thinking about her every time they ploughed their wives from now until the end of time.

‘Hello boys,’ Diamond said, oozing into the room in a slinky, patented pornstar walk, making her way confidently and purposefully towards the central table, where she paused her glorious ass fully exposed to both of them, the thin strip of material of her thong invisible between the luscious, bulging curves of her jutting ass cheeks.

Leaning forward, Diamond helped herself to a cup of coffee from the urn. As the liquid splashed into her cup, she thought she heard something strange behind her, like a rattling sound. Puzzled, she turned to see that both young men were visibly shaking, and their coffee cups were clanking and clattering against the saucers in their hands. Coffee was spewing over the brims of the cups as both of the boys were staring, transfixed at her.

‘Something wrong, boys?’ said Diamond as she turned around to face them, instinctively running her hands over the swell of her massive megaboobs that stuck out so far in front of her, giving them a deep squeeze.

Both boys shook their heads.

‘I’m Diamond,’ the young, blonde, teen pornqueen said, ‘what are your names?’

‘I’m Matt,’ one of the boys, fair haired, gulped at her finally.

‘I’m Tom,’ the other one said, crockery clattering comically in his grip.

‘Are you here for the interviews?’ Diamond asked both of them.

Both boys nodded.

‘You Brits are so cute…’ Diamond said, allowing a sugarcube to plop into her coffee as if to punctuate the sentence. ‘Looks like we could be going to this school together!’

The boys gulped nervously and almost shuddered at the vision in front of them, the eighteen year old pornoslut taking a sip of coffee, her massive cans sticking out rock hard on her chest, the bronzed, shining, bulging flesh of her tits sticking up over her corset.

‘You…’ started Matt, unevenly, ‘you wouldn’t be Diamond… Gazongas, would you?’

Diamond opened her eyes wide in appreciation and smiled. She loved being recognised, ‘Why yes!’ she giggled, ‘I’m so flattered you know me!’

Matt lowered his eyes sheepishly, ‘I’ve seen some of your films,’ he confessed.

‘And did you enjoy them?’ said Diamond, putting her coffee down on the table behind her and putting her hand on her hips, feeling even more turned on than ever that the cute, innocent guy had seen her get fucked,

‘Oh yes? And did you enjoy them?’

Matt nodded, ‘could I get a picture with you?’

Diamond smiled and pushed her lips together as if she was blowing him a kiss, ‘a picture with a little pornoslut like me?’ she cooed, ‘come and get it!’

Matt quickly got up from his seat and fished his phone from his pocket.

‘Tom, would you mind taking a picture of us?’ Matt said quickly as he rose, turning back to the other boy and turning the camera on, giving the handset to his fellow inductee. Tom also rose to accept the phone, but by the time that Matt had turned back to Diamond, he was alarmed to see that she had swiftly and decisively got on her knees in front of him and was busy unzipping his fly, her right hand expertly fishing inside his trouser for his cock.

Matt’s eyes bulged and his knees started trembling as the teenage pornstar happily rummaged around in his boxers, the gorgeous blonde looking up at him and flashing a magnificent smile.

‘Much more fun this way,’ she confided, with a wink as she withdrew the eighteen year old’s cock from his trousers, her eyes widening in delight as she took in the dimensions of the member that she had in her hand. ‘Whoa!’ she cried, ‘briskly pressing her hand all the way down to the base of the penis and squeezing hard so that the stiff, veiny length ballooned in her hand, ‘this is fucking huge, like a nine-incher! Holy shit Matt, you’ve got a fucking log down here!’

Matt gulped and could only stare downwards, transfixed, as Diamond pistoned the cock down so that it smacked into her face and let the underside rest against her face, the thick, pulsating length throbbing as it obscured her gorgeous features. As Diamond smiled and gaze an enthusiastic thumbs up, Tom took the picture and the tip of Matt’s cock instantly exploded in a plume of cum, the white, messy spray catching loads of air as it arced up over Diamond’s head, fragments of spunk smacking into her petite leather studded biker’s cap and ricocheting off, but most of it describing a parabola over the table, to land, with a heavy plop, into Diamond’s coffee, making it look very milky indeed.

Matt groaned, slumped, and staggered back to collapse into one of the chairs while Diamond sucked a thread of cum from her finger as the door opened.