Big Hard Booty: Lots of Squats or Injection Shots

If you go to google and type in “booty injec…”, the auto search term script will make “booty injections detroit” the second thing you see; I wonder why. You’ll find many pages around the web, filled with female from Detroit (or the surrounding suburbs) asking the same thing, “Where can I get booty injections?” I recently met a young lady with an ass to waist ratio that is possibly comparable to the girl I blogged about in Bubble Butt Failure. As we all know, I love a big booty. But it should be said that a fat ass is only fun when it’s big and soft…and bouncy. Leave that muscle butt to the female body builders. I need something that bounces back when she throws it at me. I want to see the WAVES!! Well, there were no waves with this girl and I’m trying to figure out what in the world is going on out here…

There I am, messing around on facebook and I happen to come across a very nice figure in a profile picture. I proceeded to add her so I could further investigate and I was very happy with what I thought God blessed her with. She was thick…in the RIGHT places and NONE of the wrong ones. This was the type of lower body that you see in a black men’s magazine or in pictures from The King of Diamonds or Magic City.

A few notes in, she simply said, “whtz ur# i hate fb inbx sht.” Right then I knew what kind of female I was dealing with, so I adjusted accordingly. A few text later, we’d decided to grab some Coney Island and catch a movie (before 4 p.m. so it’s only $4.50 per person, lol). This clearly isn’t the type of woman I’d usually go out in public with, but I figured how bad could it be.

When I get to her house, she had on some black leggings, a red shirt, and some red heels. Her ass was all the way over there somewhere. Other than the obvious indication by her hair that it was time to get a new sew-in, she looked decent. We went down the street to Coney Island and took a seat. During out discussion, several things were revealed to me which included, but were not limited to: she’s bisexual, always weaved up, fake eye lashes, tats EVERYWHERE (including her ex’s name on her lower back), weed smoker, heavy drinker, profanity user, and she’s a stripper. RED LIGHTS. Fuck that, TRAFFIC JAM. I told her that I didn’t like any of that stuff, well except the bisexual part and she started to feel a little ashamed. I explained to her that I could care less about how she lived, because I didn’t plan on being with her or anything. Besides her negative stat sheet, the actual vibe was ok. She wasn’t overwhelmingly irritating, but nothing about her glowingly stood out either.

O’ but that was ONLY the beginning. Now we’re on the highway, driving to the movies and I’m listening to her talk about her past. OOOOO WEEEE does this girl have a past. You’d think her life was a horror film with all the skeletons in her closet. Here are some of the highlights: she bust out all of her ex’s windows, she “fucked up” the girl he was cheating with, and she went to jail for assault for two years. I couldn’t make this shit up if I tried. Did I mention that she litters? Like throws stuff out of the window…I had to curse her out about that.

Still, we went to the movies. Now I know you’re probably shaking your head at me for even still being with this girl, but my motives were valid. I needed her for other things, after all, she is a stripper and my cousin’s bachelor party is coming up. Plus she likes to “entertain” men for a fee and I happen to divulge in a little “love connecting” if you will, or a fee.

We went to the movies, went downtown for a minute (in which she ruined her heels…my bad), then I took her back home. No sex, no head. I didn’t need that though, I had enough footage of her dancing on tables and pulling her titties out that I had more than accomplished my goal. I keep cameras ON DECK.

The next day, I get a text message from her saying “I need some dick NOW!” followed by a picture of her fingering herself. Followed by a phone call in which she and her vibrator were having lots of fun. I wasn’t really excited though as my weekend had already left me pretty much sexually drained. I didn’t need to hit this girl good though, I just needed some more videos. This would most likely be the last time I ever saw her anyway, let alone sleep with her.

Now we’re in the room that I got an excellent rate for courtesy of retailmenot.com!!! She’s playing around, trying to wrestle and fight, while I’m trying to get to business with this camera. Once I get a 50 shots in, it’s time to start boxing, but of course we have to get another red light. “I’m not sucking your dick,” she says while looking me in the eyes. I looked at her for a good 35 seconds before I said, “I can’t even hit it if I don’t get any head, so it’s all or nothing.” “Are you going to lick it? Then maybe we can talk,” she responded. I looked at her and laughed, “No.” I got out of the bed and put my clothes back on. Dead serious. She sat there looking stupid for a minute, but she eventually got her stuff on as well. Then I looked down at her ass again and thought to myself, “This is a game. She wants you to play this dumb game with her.” I walked over to her, grabbed her by the neck and pulled her clothes off. I grabbed her head and put it right in front of my pants and what do you know…she started giving me head. Women are so backwards.

She gave me enough head to make me hard. I rolled down the condom, let her get on top to ride me and I was disappointed to say the least. Her ass was brick hard. I knew this by now, but I was hoping something would happen to make it soft. Not to mention her box wasn’t wet. It wasn’t desert storm dry, but it was far from waterfall status. We continued to bang out for a while, mostly for the camera. I was becoming really sad at how hard her ass was. I was having flashbacks of Bubbles booty just-a-bouncing all over it. Clapping and all. This girl…not so much as a jiggle. I would have gone soft is not for the magic of shit talking. Call a girl a few bitches, start choking her, and suddenly a half hard erection becomes as solid as a rock and you can bust whenever you wish. After I came, I took her back home and returned to my room to relax. True Blood, Hung, and Entourage, joined with some nice cold bottled water and a Lean Cuisine. I was GOOD.

This was my second encounter with a brick butt and I feel pretty comfortable saying, it won’t ever happen again. They are VERY fun to look at and take pictures of, but the lack of jiggle when I smack an ass is something that hurts me deeply. I’ve messed with girls with almost no butt and it was still soft. My other bisexual friend said that she probably had booty shots and when I looked it up, it looks like she COULD be right. Of course, I asked the girl straight up and she denied it. However, if you look at the pics, it looks as if she has those dimples right above her ass which are consistent with the injections. Hmmm, what do the people think?

She’s since gotten mad at me about my status on booty injections and threatened to make a status about how “tired” my dick was. I laughed at her, as if my feelings should be hurt by a woman I put no effort in trying to please in the first place. Furthermore, if tired is the word she uses to describe my stroke game, that couldn’t be more true considering how many times I’d bust a nut in the 24 hours before I saw her.

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Author: The Undresser

Black, Single, and Not Looking. Enjoys grilled salmon, cold glasses of water, and grocery shopping at Meijer. Likes women with nice ass to waist ratios, Reese Cups, and watching Real Time with Bill Maher. Dislikes cigarettes, littering, and disobedient children.

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