Fist Mining
GJ



Dear readers: This story is a figment of my imagination and any resemblance to
people living or dead, their names, situations or locales is strictly
coincidental. GJ

Fist Mining

I had made a huge stash of cash...no don't ask me how. What to do with
$450,000? Caymans? Swiss bank? No, I was slick, I was cool. I wanted something
different where I would always be able to sink my teeth into it when I wanted
too. So did you figure out dears readers, what I did? It's staring you right
in your collective faces. I converted the money to diamonds. These were
flawless and cut to my exacting specifications. Yes, that took a chunk out of
my dough, but then craftsmanship always comes with a hefty price tag.

So, here I was. The diamonds were secreted in the safest place I could think
of.....inside each of my perfect pearly whites. Fuck All those losers who had
to work shitty 9-5 jobs. I had a small fortune, disposable and foolproof from
prying eyes. Then it happened! I was eating a seven pound lobster( ok I am
given to gluttony and hedonistic pursuits). As I was cracking a piece of
lobster with my teeth, trying to expel that very tender morsel of perfection,
my tooth cracked. I yelped in pain and realized this wouldn't go away by
itself. I needed dental assistance and I needed it fast.

Calling my dentist, a rather portly, older man, to get an emergency
appointment, I was shocked to hear a woman's voice answer the phone with, "Dr.
Scott here, how may I help you?" Curious, I inquired about my long time dental
professional. This very sexy sounding lady informed me he had retired to
somewhere in Naples, Fla. However, she could see me immediately, as she had no
more patients that day. Well, the job needed to get done and as a bonus this
lady sounded so hot that my friend began to twitch and grow under the table of
this very high-priced restaurant.

Hailing a cab, I made it over to her office in record time. I was buzzed in an
before I could pick a magazine to read, SHE appeared. Oh my God, someone
please pinch me for I am dreaming. Imagine a beautiful woman, with perfect
features such as full, sensuous lips, perfect skin, dark hair with blond
highlights framing that Angel's face. Her body was not to be believed. Her
arms were at least 16-17", her chest easily 38, her quads were threatening to
split open her low cut white "uniform" as its hemline hugged her huge legs.
Ok, I shot my load immediately feeling it shoot out all over myself. Luckily I
had on dark trousers so no one knew, although I suspect she did. She had this
provocative look now, as if to say, "If I could do that walking in here
imagine what I could do if I really tried."

Moaning now, I explained my dental difficulty. She bade me enter her work
domain and I sat down in the chair. As she adjusted everything: the light,
angle of attack( wow,did I just say that, must be Freudian), I got a really
close up look at her. She reminded me of a bodybuilder which really turned me
on, a newcomer with the initials TJ. I could smell her body chemistry...a
mixture of sweet sweat and power. Then she began to probe my mouth with some
long, hooked thing that looked like it was devised during the Crusades.
Tapping away she found the offending tooth quite handily. She took a full set
of x-rays and left me to "cook" them in the fixer. As she did, I bathed in her
radiance, her power, her full- bodied muscularity.

As I would enjoying some fantasy involving her...ok she was on my chest
flexing and then jabbing away at my face.....she reappeared. " OK , Mr. Evans,
we have an interesting problem here. It's not often one gets to work on
someone who was born with perfect diamond embedded in his mouth, hahaha. I can
correct the problem, but would you be kind enough to tell me what gives?" Ok I
spilled the beans, or was it my secret. I told her if she could repair my
tooth, she could keep the diamond secreted in it as her fee for a job well
done and her continued silence.

Slowly walking up to me, she raised her arm and flexed it under my jaw,
saying, "I know you have been dreaming about my hard, powerful biceps since
you entered my office. Feast your eyes on this". Then she flexed her rather
sweaty peak in my face and without hesitation I began to lick its salty
hugeness with my tongue. Soon I was cleaning her underarm as well. I could
also feel my monster shoot out again, almost ripping the zipper apart.

Looking me dead in the eyes, Dr. Scott began to sit on my lap and she took one
of my hands and placed it on her other arm. "Close your eyes, little man and
feel this." As she flexed she whispered in my ear all the things that those
arms, those muscles could do to me. I was almost at the brink of another
squirt , when she got up. "Tell you what......you put on this little rubber
hood for me and I will give you a surprise that will leave you spent and
finished." Then she handed me a black latex hood, and helped me arranged it so
that my eyes could see out of the small slits in the mask and my mouth could
breath from the tiny hole cut out for that purpose.

Checking one last time, she adjusted the seat again, so that my face was in
perfect alignment with her arms. Suddenly she raised her mammoth fists and
said, "Ok now we can begin. I think you are going to enjoy this, I know I am."
With that she punched me dead in the nose, breaking it in five places.
Normally, it would create torrents of blood cascading down, like a box of salt
overturned and spilling out. This wasn't happening though as the hood keep the
flow inside its confines. Then she began to punch me in the mouth, taking her
time, measuring each power punch, readjusting my jaw to its optimum angle.
Here next few punches broke my jaw and split it down the middle. Again
everything remained inside the hood...all except a trickle of steady blood
oozing out of that aperture which allowed me to breathe.

Almost done, she began knocking out my teeth with a regulated cadence. After
each punch she would stop and flex her huge impossibly sweaty arm, and say,
"Opps there goes another diamond for my collection." Taking her time she
eventually knocked out all thirty-two diamond encrusted teeth.'You know, I
could have knocked them out with one punch but then you might have swallowed
one or two, and we can't have that...now can we, Mr. Bleeder." Stopping,
looking at her huge, killer fists, she said, "Now we will do some mining and I
better find the "mother lode."

Placing a huge container under my mouth, she placed a sieve like device at its
top. That would allow any jaw juice to run out but the teeth would remain.
Then she pulled back the hood, allowing the velcro fastener to expand the
aperture on my mouth. She was rewarded with a rush of tidal gore issuing
forth. She could hear the plunk ....plunk....of my extractions hitting the
sieve and resting securely on top. When the flow finally diminished, my face-
destroying dentist, counted twenty-nine teeth in the pot. Angry now, she
lifted me up and held me against the wall. "Ok tough guy time for some
"gutting". Then she began to punish my gut with unbelievably powerful
uppercuts to my considerable girth. After two punches, I puked up the lobster
and the contents of my $300 lunch. It shot out like it had been expelled from
a cannon. I was covered in it, but my Tormentress wisely stepped away, hearing
my gag reflex. Taking my head, she pushed it into the goo that was stomach
contents, black bile and other assorted yummy liquids and told me to search
for the diamonds with my tongue, and capture them in my destroyed mouth .
Eventually I found the missing teeth and spit them out into a jar.

Satisfied now, my sweating woman of power easily ended me. She punched me in
the jaw with her best power punch. It drove the remnants of jaw shards into my
brain, killing me instantly. I slowly slipped down to the floor,spraying and
hugging the wall. She then dragged me into the back room, where shall we say,
She separated ME from me.

I guess it's true dear readers, DIAMONDS ARE A MUSCLE GIRL'S BEST FRIEND.