Diamond Gazongas Takes on Monster Males

Gash always greeted Guy like that. It was his little joke. The Monstermales empire wasn’t built on a hanging cock, but a powerful, fully-permanently erect one.

‘Good.’

‘Keep it up, man.’

‘I always do,’ Guy said. ‘How’s #11 shaping up?’

‘As you see…’ Gash said, ‘you should offer Bazonga’s mother a contract. Total slut. No idea how they managed to get four dicks in her face. Hubby likes to watch too, might as well write him in as part of the deal.’

‘I need more lawyers than studs for this series, man. Fucking expensive.’

‘Well look, no-one died from this one, so that’s a plus. There are too many weak hearts nowadays. Speaking of which…’

‘Yeah?’

‘Steve? What happened there? And then there was another ambulance out there this morning? What did we do, finally manage to crack some of the talent’s pelvis? They were shooting Manhandler this morning.’

‘No, nothing like that. We got an audition tape. Steve watched it. Jerked himself to death.’

Gash hit pause and turned to guy. ‘To death?’

Guy nodded.

‘Can you send me that footage? Just professional curiosity.’

‘It’s your funeral.’

‘Why the second ambulance?’ Gash said.

‘Well, we gave this girl a call. Diamond Gazongas. Eighteen years old, Preston, yesterday. And the gangbang she filmed… never seen anything like it.’

‘She’s that good?’

‘She’s that good. I brought her into the office earlier. Had Jack and Kevin on hand. Also Rick was there, he’d met her in the foyer.’

‘What happened?’

‘Well, she is currently signing a contract, and Rick explains the appearance of the second ambulance.’

‘Fuck. Can’t wait to meet her.’

‘We need to be careful with this one, Preston. Slut could make us some real money. I’ve been thinking about her first production. We can’t Broken Dreams her.’

‘Can she act?’

Guy just looked at Gash.

‘Ok, I don’t mean “act”, but, you know… not everything has to be gonzo… Deathbone isn’t shooting at the moment, but you could stick her in Martinet.’

‘I had considered that. But Rick is directing Martinet at the moment.’

‘Well, I can step in.’

‘You got a role for her?’

‘Yeah, think so. I’ll pick up from Rick and check the schedule. There might be a suitable part. But Titan’s on holiday at the moment. I think they are shooting some subplot stuff. And it’s not just Titan, we’re working up to the big reveal of the Pole-Ice supervixen. And that’s already cast. It’s Pussycat.’

Pussycat Kahuna was one of their top-tier whores, and not at all subservient or broken down like a lot of the female talent on Guy’s roster. She was a big asset. And not just because of her big assets.

‘Leave her to me,’ Guy said. ‘Ok, figure out something from Martinet that we can shoot tomorrow.’

‘Will do.’

On the way from Preston, Guy stuck his head in a nearby green room and caught sight of sultry porn babe Bimbo DeVour. Bimbo was a great whore who had stuck it out at Monstermales for an almost unprecedented amount of time and was approaching her mid-twenties. A total slut, the caramel-skinned fuckdoll had gigantic spherical tits, two full sleeve tattoos, and a huge round ass that could support a cement truck. The word ‘WHORE’ was tattooed on her clavicle, and at the moment she had a bleach-blonde buzz cut and was in typical porn attire of stacked stripper heels, fishnets and a metallic slingshot bikini. Bimbo has gone the Broken Dreams and SAD route, taking a twenty-six stud gangfucking in the former and going as far to suggest that the SAD follow up was scheduled for her engagement party. She was, as a consequence, still unmarried.

Bimbo caught sight of Guy and licked her lips suggestively.

‘Want some head?’

Guy shouldered into the room. Bimbo approached him, voluptuous hips swaying, and then stopped in front of him and slowly sank down in a stripper’s squat. She spread her fingers over the simply ginormous bulge in Guy’s trousers and made an ecstatic ‘O’ face, before gradually sliding her hand down over where the porn kingpin’s fuckpipe made an enormous bulge down the leg.

‘You shooting today?’ Guy asked.

‘Got a zero-pussy gangbang in ten minutes and a bukkake in the afternoon. They’re going to be dressed like schoolboys.’

‘Original. Remind me to fire the writer. You can suck him off as a goodbye.’

Bimbo’s fingers expertly undid the zip on Guy’s fly, the other hand pressed flat against the monstrous bulge to keep it steady.

‘When are you going to put me in something meaningful?’ Bimbo asked, ‘like Martinet?’

‘I offered you Deathbone, you turned it down.’

‘I didn’t want to spend a week in the desert, Guy.’

ZZIIIIPPP… the fly came down. Bimbo clawed both hands inside the aperture she had opened in Guy’s trousers and pulled them down over his brawny thighs. The absolutely behemoth shaft of Guy’s monster fuck cannon was exposed, incredibly long, thick, glistening and muscular, crisscrossed with fat, subtly pumping veins that roped down the length.

‘Well shut the fuck up then.’

GGGGLLLLLOOOOOOOMMMMMMMPPPKKKKKKKKK!!!!

Guy simply hammered his prong into her mouth and pushed it *hard* all the way down her throat, surprised porn whore’s trained gullet taking every single inch of the immensely hard shaft that speared into her face. He pushed it all the way down and then, after she pulled back with a retching, thick slurping slurp, grabbed the back of her head with one hand and pounded his fist on the back of it with the other.

‘Stupid bitch.’

Guy pulled the whole thing out, held it in his fist just below the base, and belted the shaft into Bimbo’s face a few times.

‘Fuck yaaaahhhhhh!!!’ Bimbo said as the cock blows rained down on her.

Then Guy took the thing in his fist, inclined it horizontally, and Bimbo once again felt her thick lips stretched almost past pliability as the massive cock shot into her mouth and impaled her throat, Guy punching the huge blunt end right through her mouth into her throat. Bimbo’s neck was absurdly bloated by the immense meat stick, and the inflation in her throat was obscene, Guy’s huge bell-end observable in outline just above her WHORE tattoo.

Guy put both hands on the back of Bimbo’s buzz cut head and slid her all the way down to the root of his gigantic dick, holding her there as the glurked and burbled, skullfucking her. Not one of the porn whores of Monstermales could take his shaft without discomfort or the emission of ridiculous noises. He gave her twenty minutes of an incredibly brutal facefucking, and then let her gasping off the end of his monster dick and plastered her face and tits in cum.

One of Guy’s directors, Josh Hose, came in while Guy’s dick was belching its fifteenth splatter of spunk on Bimbo’s face, plastering her with thick white seed.

‘Bimbo, we’re ready to shoot… Ah, Guy, hi…’

Guy shot another couple of jets of spunk and then released his prodigious dick from his grasp. It drooped a little, dripping cum onto Bimbo’s massive spheroid tits.

‘She’s done,’ said Guy, as Bimbo produced a phone from somewhere and made kissy-face, cum-spattered selfies, ‘don’t bother cleaning her up. Bimbo, you’re a good slut. I’ll put you in Assylum. Josh, fire whoever wrote the dumb scene you’re about to shoot and take Bimbo with you. She’ll suck him off after.’

‘Thanks Guy!’ the spunk-drenched whore giggled, sending him air kisses, ‘MWAH!’