fatfuck gets a taste of his own medicine

On Wednesday afternoon, I graced fatfuck with my presence at the hotel room. And, yes, I had a big surprise for him. Given my amped up G-spot, I thought it only fitting for dr. fatfuckenstein to see my G-spot in action. I begged Jesse to have the honor. Jesse is a great fuck, but he needs certain atmospheric conditions for a great fuck to happen, and having a hairy fat man in the room isn't the right atmosphere. So I had to go to another fuck friend who is a little more wild, but unpredictable. I couldn't be sure he would show up. But, wonders never cease, he did.

Arion is a cafe au lait hottie, you know a la Lenny Kravitz, that look. And hung. He always wants you to think he's busy, but busy means on the cell phone by the pool, yes, he's always working on these super-secret projects and things, I'm not sure what he actually does, perhaps it isn't quite legal, perhaps it is, but he's a species well-known in Miami, the playa. But this playa knows how to fuck. And I've known him since high school.

Fatfuck could barely endure our fucking and my seismic orgasms, he was jerking furiously to it, with his hand under the heaving slab of belly fat, gulping air like a walrus. Finally, I heard fatfuck grunt and spurt. Fatfuck left us to fuck without an audience, he said there was something for me on the bureau, this meant the cash. Oddly enough, Arion was like, hey it's been cool, but I gotta run. He pulled out without finishing! Wha???? How much of this is mine? he asked. $300 I told him, in a most annoying tone. Later, girl. He kisses me then leaves. Was this all about the performance, the cash, had Arion developed a drug habit and just wanted to score, was I not hot enough, was fucking me with the walrus in the room too much of a buzzkill? I was like wet, horny and didn't know what to do. I called Jesse, it was 3pm. Well, fatfuck left if you want to come over to the hotel. So you didn't find anyone? he asked. No, I didn't. Of course, I lied. Yeah I can ditch out of work early, he said, give me a half hour or so. So I took a quick shower and put the rest of the cash away and answered the hotel room door wrapped Roman-esque in a bedsheet. Was this cuckolding? Or mere deception. Or sweet revenge.

FRANKENSTEINIAN?

I was too overwhelmed with FuckINgALS this week to indulge fatfuck, but fatfuck has a surprise in store for next week. I texted him: There will be a BIG surprise. He texted back: Is your sister coming? I texted: What u like her better than me? No no no, he replied, I assumed ...she said she'd be coming back soon. I texted: No this is an even bigger surprise.

The bigger surprise is that one of my fucktoys is going to do me in front of fatfuck, so fatfuck can see firsthand how well the G-spot puffery works. Poetic justice for the mad scientist? In any case, the view might be too much for the old tub-o-lard. I better take a CPR course.

Rockin' with Turbo Pussy


My pussy was upgraded to Turbo late last week. However, recovery time was needed from the Restylane G-spot needle point puffery. I made toad bring me aspirin and advil to the club on Friday nite under the pretense to my co-workers and boss that I had menstro-cramps. Of course, toad knew the real reason. The aspirin and advil didn't dial down the pain, but I feigned my affliction well and was sent home by the flamer. The flamer is always suspicious when one wants to leave early, thinking one is just trying to get out of work to go party at another club with friends. But he is also grossed out by the big bleed that girls go thru every month. And he heard that my slave brought me pills, this inside tip from one of the equally flaming bartenders. Boss is amused I have a slave and wishes we staff were all slaves, he told me, so that he didn't have to pay us.

Fatfuck had said wait 24 hours before launching the new Turbo model, but it took a little longer than 24 hours. I roped in Jesse on Sunday, hungry to test out my amped up G. All I can say is, the aggro is worth the 'fucking' result. I came faster more more harder longer. Jesse's cock and cock head just hit it in every position vs. before, when certain positions were better for vadge orgasms. He said that he saw my eyes roll back a few times, and there were a few times I felt on this edge, my whole body tensed up, and then I was just gone, transported to orgasm-land. Yes, I can understand why in some countries, an orgasm is called 'a little death', because I died and came back. I can absolutely say I don't want to go back to my regular G-spot.

I checked in with my sister on a refueling break and she sounded drunk, make that drunk on orgasms. She couldn't get enough cock now that her G was ripe, her fiance had a call out to friends for a Viagra pill. We both agreed that this G-spot bump was the ultimate and will take over the pussy world. Now all my friends want it. And you know hung guys will start asking if your G-spot has been done, so they know you are basically ready to fuck.



{{Thank you Jesse for all the BIG O's}}

The G-SPOT UPDATE



Imagine Dr. fatfuck's surprise, when the mystery friend who was to get her G-spot plumped along with mine, turned out to be Nicki. I thought fatfuck was going to pass out, his guess was that G-spot #2 was going to be Nicole's, who he had encountered when she joined me on a few 2-girl punishment sessions. We spanked fatfuck and paraded around in black stockings and heels, trampling his turkey gobbler parts. Anyway, back to our G-spots, which really do look like raspberries.... Fatfuck melted in Nicki's presence, it was nauseating. All he could talk about was how he was so busy injecting G's and doing Botox and other facial pricking that he had to hire another physician. So this will mean you'll have more time to see Sara, Nicki noted. Oh, uh, oh, yes, he said, knowing that he was now painted into a corner.

I don't know what was worse, the anesthetic needle or the Restylane. After the anesthetic wore off, it felt like a snake had bitten the inside of my pussy. But my G did feel magically engorged, as if I had just been fucked, and the friction had made my G-spot more pronounced. But I didn't feel like humping yet, I was too sore. Fatfuck said to give it 24 hours. I was definitely planning on at least that, based on my discomfort. I had Jesse, my stud cock, on 'fucking' alert.

After our injections, fatfuck said the occasion deserved a drink, so we headed to a martini bar, fatfuck downed 2 doubles to our 1, which wasn't surprising, given his weight, he probably needed more alcohol to feel a happy hour buzz. My sister was taking my Mom out to dinner and I was due at the club in a few hours, ugh. I felt like calling in sick, but I knew the club had been busy lately, and that I should go to work at the very least, and then pretend like I had the worst cramps ever. Since my boss is gay and Jewish, he hates hearing about periods, all you have to do is talk about cramps and gushing red geysers, he will get all grossed out and send you home. Something like: "The unclean women shall not touch the food or drink!"

Nicki had moved in with her fiance, and was now 3.5 hours away, and with SoFLA traffic being what it is, more like 4, so I didn't get to see her as much as when she was in Boca. Nicki remembered how to pluck! Haha, she lifted fatfuck's wallet and took some cash, "to pay for my gas and for dinner with Mom". "Oh yes, yes," fatfuck agreed. "It is so good to see both of you, I wish we could do this again." Nicki said, "for a price and a shopping spree". The stores weren't the same up around her new place. He said to text him and let him know, Wednesdays were still the best day to get together.

Nicki had gotten stuck in Friday traffic getting down to Miami and didn't get a chance to do a panty check on the toad. She did call him though and told him to grow some balls and be the man in his family and stop letting the witches rule over his love life. He agreed, but what else could he do, but agree? I could picture him in his office, a little bobble head toad, bobbing his head up and down in agreement, but later, utterly helpless in the presence of the powerful coven, Mama Toad, Mercedes the evil sister and Tia Maria <---- if they plied her with bebidos. I had blamed my need for a G-spot injection on toad's wimpiness destroying my libido. He knew I was going to be sexing it up, and I think it was making him feel the most inferior he had felt in my presence or absence, locked up, in panties, while I was cavorting with cockmaster Jesse. While I was so far successful in focusing the toad on his gayness, cuckoldry did not seem to appeal to him at all. I think toad was holding on to the delusion that he really was my boyfriend, and that our perfect relationship involved neither of us having sex.

So, dear reader, I leave you with a pic of Jesse. Finals are cumming up, so I will not be blogging as much till they are over.

A - B - C - D - E - F - G

My sister and I have decided to take the needle plunge and get our G-spots injected with Restylane. I can't wait to fuck after I get my G done. I have to wait 24 hours after the 'G-Spot Amplification', as the procedure is called, before I abandon myself to endless orgasms. I have already lined up my fuck (see photo) and his 8" whitemeat.

I've texted fatfuck and said I am going to take him up on his G-spot offer and am bringing a friend. Little does ff know that my sister will be showing up. He will probably pass out and need to be revived with one of those ammonia ampules. We are going later this week. My sister will also be meeting the toad. She says the toad and I are in trouble, so she has put on her evil thinking cap and will come up with some manipulative ideas to keep the toad's family at bay.

I've got finals cumming up and I just can't even think straight right now. So why am I getting my G-spot done now and not waiting till after finals, you may ask. I am beta'd out by all these beta boys, I need some 'fucking' stress relief (pun intended)!



{No, he's not a surfer, he just happens to surf.}