Diamond Gazongas' Contract Negotiations

Hey studs and sluts,

Here we go - third monthy submission as promised. 3.5k words on Diamond breaking into the porno business. Had a LOT of ideas about how this story could progress as I was writing it. Hope you enjoy! Thanks for voting on it and thanks for allowing it to go on there too.

This continues from where the last past of 'Diamond Gazongas Takes on Monster Males' leaves off on chyoa. Read the story there to catch up!

The schedule of submissions will continue, next one due end of the first week of May.

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Guy mulled it over.

He had had his office cleaned up since Diamond’s appearance.

It had been quite the audition.

Rick Bullock wasn’t going to be directing anything soon, that was for sure. One of Guy’s more reliable showrunners, he had almost gone the same way as Steve, Guy’s erstwhile technician, and after escorting Diamond up to Guy’s suite as Steve’s remains were being carted off in the morning, hadn’t even managed to make it through the teen fuckdoll’s lurid story before crumpling in an overstimulated heap right on Guy’s thick and expensive carpet. Another ambulance was summoned to replace the one that just vacated the spot in the car park, and Rick had to be given the full defibrillator treatment right there and then in front of Guy’s famous desk.

Fortunately, he pulled through, but it was a close thing. It hardly surprised Guy, who knew of course that Rick Bullock didn’t have the studly staying power, sexual experience, stamina or capacity to shield him from the 18-year old’s unbelievably whorish and sultry charms, but it was another warning shot all the same. If Diamond’s audition tape hadn’t spoken for itself – and it had – her ‘audition’ left minimal room for doubt about her star power and sexual potential.

His two studs from the audition, Kevin Strain and Jack Longfellow, thankfully hadn’t been hospitalised. Both of them hadn’t exactly covered themselves in glory, but they had covered themselves in ridiculous amounts of cum, and what with their monstrous columns of fuck-flesh bursting through their jeans, clawing hands destroying furniture, and smashing the plaster from walls all in an effort to master their aggressive desires while Diamond was literally standing in front of them, they needed a bit of a cool down. Diamond’s mere presence had worked the pair of studs into a sort of stupefied frenzy of sexual delirium where their throats were dry, temples pumping, hypertrophied muscles bursting and cocks bulging with iron-hard tumescence that they’d fucked themselves up trying to get at her.

Since recovering consciousness, both of them had hit the booze, and their long, slablike lengths were currently trussed up in improved slings in the recreation room, with Guy keeping tabs on them to see when they were next able to get it up. If ever. He’d sent the luscious porn whore Kelli Kanns down to twerk-hump her massive tits at them, dressed as a PVC nurse, slightly as a cruel joke and slightly to see if there was any resurgence in their potency, but both of their thick length lay flaccid and completely limp, wrist thick tubes barely pulsing. It was like Diamond had killed their dicks.

All very interesting stuff from a really quite promising young lady. A perfect, beautiful disaster, catastrophe appeared inevitable for any male within her radius.

It was going to have to be handled carefully.

Guy had sent off Diamond to the legal department with a battery of lawyers to see if she was dumb enough to sign any old contract put in front of her without looking at it. It was worth a try. Her video was clearly a ‘come and get me’ calling card, but he felt oddly vulnerable at attempting to negotiate with three of his talent pool prone on the floor, so he’d had her escorted from the office and hoped that the pencil-necked dweebs on the legal team could either bore or befuddle the impish wit out of her.

He hit pause on her video, that was playing on the large screen of his office, the image fixed on five gigantic cockheads resting on Diamond’s joyous, grinning face, all spunking over her and each other, and went to see who he could talk to about her.

They were shooting in various places on the lot, so he went to see Preston Gash.

Gas was the impresario behind ‘Shocked, Appalled and Disgusted’, one of Guy’s most popular series. The premise was very simple. They took the eighteen-year-old wannabe porn starlets from the ‘Broken Dreams’ franchise, told them they were sorry about everything, and offered them another bumper contract provided that the next film they starred in was Shocked, Appalled and Disgusted. It wasn’t called ‘Shocked, Appalled and Disgusted’ on the contract of course – that actual fact was buried in a sub-clause in the contact that nobody ever read. Most of them signed, flattered by the apologies and grateful of a second chance. Then, the Monstermales crew would gatecrash some wholesome family event – a beloved grandmother’s 80th birthday party, Dad’s retirement bash, resort holiday – and promptly commandeer the space, rig a projector, and premiere the little whore’s Broken Dreams debut for the edification and delight of the whole family. Hence the title ‘Shocked, Appalled and Disgusted’ (it was not an accident that SAD was the working acronym). It was all about the reaction. Most went pretty much as you would expect – beetroot faced fathers, mothers aghast, blood drained from onlooking siblings’ faces – but it turned out to be a fascinating experiment in human psychology since nobody ever asked for it to be turned off. And the porn whores would act in a variety of ways too, which added a dimension to the fare as well. Since the whole visit of the Monstermales team was impromptu, the teen porn sluts had to deal with the shock and humiliation of their first on-screen gangbang being projected in its entirety to their whole family and, often, friends, boyfriends, etc.

It wasn’t as crippling as it seemed. In fact, a good fifty percent of the sluts subjected to the SAD treatment were somehow into it. After the initial shock had worn off, and they were getting triple facebanged and buttfucked at the same time with more-than-footlong schlongs completely and deliberately avoiding their pussies, enjoying cumbath after cumbath, they wanted to show their families that this was what they were. They were relieved that their secret shames were now wide in the open. There would be no more secrets and lies, no more hiding their desires. They could live authentically. It was a watershed moment (for most of them). Quite often, they would get into character, and narrate and editorialise their performance, articulating the finer points of what they did and enjoyed in lurid detail. When a whore did that Guy knew that he had another winner for his company, and signed them up to an actual contract quick. Of course, the contract they had actually signed at that point clearly stipulated that they had to star in SAD at the next opportune moment, and that was then the real fun began – the re-enactment of their original Broken Dreams gangbang, in front of their own loved ones, filmed by the Monstermales crew, as a live spectacle.

SAD had legal liabilities that ran into the tens of millions, but these were easily eclipsed by the subscription receipts for Monstermales, and as time went on, there had been no better way to acquire new female talent. Only real whores would take, and love a gangbang in front of their family.

Gash was putting the finishing touches in the editing process of ‘SAD #11: Mommycore(d)’, which featured the mother of the young porn starlet Bazonga DD, who like the rest of the cast was a mere 18 years old but had already acquired a massive set of round fake kahunas, and, to be fair to her, had come out of the original ‘Broken Dreams’ audition with a fair amount of credit. This little whore’s star turn was being premiered by the Monstermales crew at her parents’ twenty-year anniversary party, and the friends and extended family of Bazonga’s parents had all been gathered at a picturesque countryside retreat before Gash and the 40 porn studs that had wrecked her holes previously showed up, screened their little darling’s brutal orgy cherry pop screen debut and then taken her apart in front of the assembled, horrified party. Mainly horrified – Bazonga’s mother, a generously stacked and curvy MILF, had observed her darling daughter’s pornographic defilement at the hands of the insanely jacked and hung studs that surrounded her, and had found her fingers drifting into her damp panties as Bazongas (real name Bethany) got a simultaneous triple facial. In front of everyone. One of the studs had draped his hardening dick over her head from the back as she watched from the sofa, and that was all it took – both Bazongas and her stacked mother were the centrepiece of the re-enacted orgy, as her horrified husband, Bethany’s father, watched on, as they say, Shocked, Appalled, and Disgusted.

The cuck element added a nice frisson to the whole thing, and Gash was adding a tonne of appropriate closeups of Bethany’s dad as his daughter and wife were both treated to triple anal at the same time. He wasn’t happy – and yet?

‘Guy,’ Gash said, not looking up from the screen. ‘How’s it hanging?’

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!’  

After that, Guy went back to the main Monstermales building and up to the legal offices where he had directed Diamond before. Odd sounds were coming from inside.

Guy opened the door to the office and took in the scene.

About a dozen guys in suits were heaped against the back wall, almost in a pyramid shape. Along the long boardroom table, others with slumped face forwards, completely insensible. Diamond herself was in the box seat at the end of the table, and about a half dozen of the still functioning legal team were clustered around her, furiously jerking, every single one of them breathing hard, covered in sweat, weaving unsteadily on their feet. All across the boardroom table, on the floor, against the walls, over laptops, briefcases, and stacks of paper, and most noticeably all over Diamond herself, gouts, pools, dribbles and splatters of spunk were haphazardly distributed. It was an absolute mess.

‘Hi Guy!’ Diamond said brightly, looking up at him just in time for an arc of spunk to blast out of one of the tortured penises of Guy’s legal team to catch her full in the face, ‘just dotting the “I”s! I had no idea that signing contracts could be so much FUN!!!’

The lawyer that had just blasted her bimbo face with spunk groaned, keeled over, and faceplanted onto the desk in front of her.

‘And lucrative!’

Diamond’s humongous globe tits were absolutely plastered in hot sperm. Both of them shone with it.

She pushed her chest out, and her torso lurched backwards as a lawyer at the other end of the table emitted a long, rattling breath as he gushed a thick rope of cum onto her chin. A spurt of cum struck her in the eye, the sperm dribbled down her cheek.

‘Uuuggghh!!!’

Guy just looked at the carnage. One of the lawyers was listing to the side in his chair, chest twitching, flaccid dick lolling up on his stomach. Another was in his seat, teeth clenched, eyes blazing, jacking his prong with furious two-fisted stokes. 

Diamon leaned back and captured her immense, golden-tanned fuck globes in her hands, cupping what of them she could, and lifted them up, licking the thick, heavy deposits of cum off them, some strands stretched over the deep chasm of her cleavage. Another blast of cum shot out from a lawyer’s overstimulated rocket cock and detonated on her face. The lawyer groaned an unearthly, almost tortured sound, and jetted the rest over the teen’s inflated, taut-skinned cum-drenched cans and then started to smack it against the firm flesh.

‘So I guess I just sign… here!!!’ Diamond said, picking up an expensive-looking pen in front of her and scrawling at the bottom of the sheet, a little heart going over the ‘I’. She inflated the curves of the G’s in her surname and give the lines nipples.

Another lawyer collapsed in the heap at the back.

Guy approached.

‘Mr Cannon, I hope you don’t mind, but the guys here were happy for me to add a couple of clauses to the contract and a couple of zeros to the fee.’ She hefted the contract at guy. It was plastered with cum and was approaching the consistency of papier mache, but annoyingly, was still legible.

Diamond put the pen down and instantly wrapped it around one of the errant lawyer-dicks clustered around her, immediately expertly edging it into a state of explosion. Her grinning face copped another concentrated cum rocket. She didn’t wince, even though it went in her eyeball.

Guy studied the contract.

‘Ten million dollars?’ he said. He looked at her.

‘If it’s not imposing…’ Diamond said with a giggle.

‘Diamond, you should have been a lawyer.’

The cum-splattered 18 year old megaboobed whore smiled as the last lawyer, for no apparent reason, jumped out of an open window, dick in hand.

‘Yeah, who knows what I would have been capable of. Lucky for you I’m just a fucking slut!’