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“Alright!” The director shouts. “Good job fellas. Now, Dawn, you ready for the next shot?”

“You’re damn right I am!” she says, running her hands through her hair, pushing out her chest, and letting out a needy and animalistic groan.

A loud, barking laugh fills the room, and everyone, Trisha, the director, Dawn, the cast, and the crew, all look around to see who it was who would interrupt the video. There’s an air of power and slight menace as the newcomer lets a large, flipper-like hand grab onto the doorway. He pulls himself inside, showing off his impressive frame, much larger than any of the other men. His business suit almost screams as it wraps tightly around his body. From his mouth, large tusks poke out, adding to the menacing look, and his bald head and prodigious mustache reveal that he is a walrus. As he scans the room his black eyes rest upon Dawn, and his mouth curls up in a sneer. “This woman here is nothing but a diseased nymphomaniac. She’s no real star. She cares nothing for the art of erotic performance.”

“B… Bill?” The director said, gulping. “You’re not scheduled for this shoot.”

“Neither are these men,” he says, taking a few steps into the set. “Yet, here they all are.”

Dawn gulps, her eyes trailing down this walrus’s body, resting between his legs. Even fully dressed, his package is an impressive one. “D…” she begins, then gulps. “Do you want to have a turn with me, the upcoming star?” she asks, a smirk forming on her lips.

Trisha bites her thumb as she watches the two stare each other down. She trembles slightly, since she knows full well about “Bangin’ Bill.” Star of many classics like Ass Blasters 7, My Stepdad, the Bara, and, more recently, Gone Clubbin’.

Bill snorts, his hand loosening his tie. “Listen here, girl… I’ve been in this business for a long, long time. I’ve been on both the giving and the receiving ends. I’ve won numerous AVN awards throughout my career. You thinking you have what it takes to be a star is as funny as a preacher calling an actress a whore.”

The other men step back as he undresses, and the director nudges the cameraman to start rolling, because soon, Bill unbuttons his shirt, letting his larger frame free. There is a layer a blubber on his torso, yet his fat does not remove the impressiveness of the muscle that hides underneath. He tosses the shirt away and stares down at her, narrowing his eyes.

Dawn hops up to her feet, gripping at the walrus’s package, licking her lips as she gets herself ready to have herself a nice sausage snack. He retains his composure as she undoes his belt and pulls down his zipper. With a quick tug, she releases his dick, and yelps as the hardened things springs to life, smacking her in the jaw.

Dawn shakes her head, recovering from the surprise hit, only to stare, wide-eyed at the monstrous length attached to this star. It’s huge, even bigger than the horse cock she took at Trisha’s house!

“It isn’t often,” Bill says, taking in a deep breath as he wraps his fingers against his giant, floppy dong, “Since I’ve put a sex-hungry wannabe in their place.” He reaches down now with his free hand, gripping the back of Dawn’s head. “If you enjoy this for purely selfish reasons,” He says, “then, you’re no actor. You’re just a slut. Put on a good show and don’t disappoint me.”

Dawn gasps with the tightness in which he grasps her hair, but she smirks and takes up the challenge, leaning in and getting ready to get that huge animal dong a quick kiss to start them off. But what she doesn’t expect is for Bill to let go of that length, letting her lips support it as he grabs her hair with his other hand as well.

Dawn lets out a surprised gasp as he shoves his hips forward. The battering ram cock slams up against her lips and her teeth, and, too her surprise, she feels that gate of hers opening a bit, yielding to the force. She grabs onto his hips for some support, but he pulls back once more and shoves again, putting more of his sausage into the wanting woman’s mouth hole. Her eyes roll back, despite the fact that the camera focuses on the walrus’s award-winning phallus. That is, after all, where the money is.

She groans out in extreme delight as he pulls back once more and shoves even more deeper, the thick fat thing covering her whole mouth pretty much and knocking on her uvula. She coughs slightly, but she’s been working on her gag reflex, keeping herself from completely choking on his thrusting member. Despite a lot of the sounds of the squelching and sloshing spit being something they add in post production, Dawn makes it much more audible to them all, mingling the sounds of her delight with the natural displacement of her bodily fluids from this foreign object.

Bill grits his teeth and pulls himself free of her, his pre-spilling member bridging a line of precum and spit between his glistening pole and her panting mouth. He lets go of her once more, and grabs onto that cock. With a mighty swing, he slaps her over the cheek, and she takes it with her body shuddering. Then, he aims his own cannon straight into her face and says. “Sorry, girl. But you’re loving this way too much to ever be a star.”

With that, he fires the kill shot. Loads and loads of jizz shotguns out of his explosive member, striking her dead in the face. Dawn falls back a pasty white splotch covering over her in a gruesome display of her lewd demeanor, and she falls back onto the bed, rolling around, groaning out in her excessive need.

Bill turns around, grabbing his pants and walking away from the set. “I rest my case, Mr. Director,” he says. “If you need me, I’ll be in my dressing room.”