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I love my job, don't get me wrong. But I have had a hard life, I mean, my hair is a mess, my family are nuts, my neighbour is an asshole, and my master beats me. However, there is one good thing that has made my life complete is my best friend Patricia Pussy.
I wouldn't have a bad word said about Patricia Pussy. She is sweet and enjoys making me cum. She is also very funny. Like one time her owner took her to a bridge, and threatened to piss off the bridge like men do.
So the owner goes to the side of the bridge, squats over the the water and pulls down her knickers and she tells her friend, "you see that canoe below me, I am going to pee on that canoe." Patricia Pussy felt well embarrassed because it wasn't a canoe her owner was looking at, it was Patricia Pussies reflection.
Yes, you've guessed it. I am indeed a talking penis and my name is Willy Wiley.
I work terribly hard for my master, doing physical labour which leaves me exhausted; I work in great depths, damp environments, high temperatures with poor ventilation, and exposure to contagious diseases; always the one to take the proactive approach and dive in head first; there are no public holidays or weekends off. I don't mind this as I get the opportunity to go into Patricia Pussy when she gets wet. However, many years ago, my master use to really beat me. I mean near enough twice a days for years. He use to put his hand around me and literally choke me to death. It was insane!! I'm not sure what pleasure he got out of it, but every time he did that I use to get my revenge by plastering him with my creamy white goo. I was like a volcano when I got going.
When I was small, I use to lay in my master's pouch and he would keep me covered and warm. Each day he will pull me out and I will help him to water the pool to help fill up the water. Alternatively, I would sit dangling in the toilet and watch my neighbours (asshole) drop its k**s to the pool. At night, my owner and I would soak in the bath, then he would tuck me in his pouch and allow me to sleep peacefully. Good times! Good times!
All this changed, when I hit puberty. Things started happening to me which I found very difficult to comprehend. I started to grow hairs, I started to develop deep ridges around my head and my skin was beginning to peel away slightly. One night, I was sitting in my masters pouch, then all of a sudden, I started to grow. I felt so restricted in my masters pants that my head was rubbing against the fabric. I felt my master's hand stroke me. I thought, this is ready weird. and my master carried on for a good while, then I started to twitch. My master carried on rubbing the fabric, and my twitching started to get more intense. I was really frightened, but felt powerless to do anything about it. I started to get really hot. The next thing I know, I shot out this gooey white stuff, for what seemed like an eternity. I was covered in the stuff and thought I was gonna drown. Honest!! Afterwards, my master cleaned me up and I settled down. What followed was more intense beating and goo spraying for the years that followed.
My first experience was when my master was 19. My master was invited to some sort of a freaky dance party where everyone drinks and freaks out to music. Anyway to cut the long story short, my master met this girl at the party and after he downed a few bevvies, he invited her to his abode. Now the lights were on and my master sat on a chair, as he always does and proceeds to pull down his pants, supposedly to show me off. And there she was. Standing in front on me, once the girl's tea bag knickers were removed, was none other than Fanny Annie. I really don't like Fanny Annie. When I was the size of a chipolata, she met me in the showers after swimming and insulted me. She called me a microscopic worm. I got my own back though and called her gummy, because she was a hairless, toothless twat. However, I haven't seen Fanny Annie since and now when I looked at her, she has matured into a very beautiful Annie.
"Hi Fanny Annie, hows it going?"
"Oh hello Willy Wiley. You use to be a micro worm as I recall"
"yeah. those were the days"
"Yeah, and look at you now, you're a big microscopic worm". And Fanny Annie laughed. Right that's it, I thought"
"You are so fat Fanny Annie, even Moses couldn't pull you apart" and I laughed.
She gave a frosty knicker frown and replied, "You are so ugly Willy Wiley, you would give Freddy Krueger nightmares".
"Its like that is it?" I groaned. "You are so shaved Fanny Annie, everybody would mistake you for a credit card swipe". And I let her have some more....
"What's the difference between a rooster and you, Fanny Annie? A rooster says, cockadoodledoo, you would say, anycockledoo". ha ha ha, I laughed.
Just then I saw a tear coming out of Fanny Annie. I felt a bit guilty, but carried on insulting her anyway. The more I was insulting her the more she shed tears. I saw my carrier scooping the tears from her and she was allowing it, because her lips started to open up, and more tears were coming out. I was feeling really guilty. I saw my master insert two fingers into Fanny Annie. I suspect it was to help wipe away her tears, but the tears kept flowing. I stopped making jokes and apologised to Fanny Annie for making her cry. She kindly asked if I would go inside her. I was bemused by the comment, because I had no idea what to do. Soon enough as I got close to Fanny Annie, I started to have the same physical experiences as my carrier choking me with his hand, yet I was doing it by myself. There was no fabric to rub against. This was really weird. As I moved closer to Fanny Annie, I smelt her. I mean really smelt her. She smelt wonderful. Fanny Annie looked at me with tears and edged herself onto my bald head. With her tears, she wet my head. It felt lovely. She parted her lips wider and rubbed me up and down, lubricating the whole of me. I felt like a chicken nugget being dipped in peri peri sauce. It was so nice. Then all of a sudden, she swallowed me whole. I couldn't see a fucking thing.
Well fuck me, I thought, what a cunt!
I wouldn't have a bad word said about Patricia Pussy. She is sweet and enjoys making me cum. She is also very funny. Like one time her owner took her to a bridge, and threatened to piss off the bridge like men do.
So the owner goes to the side of the bridge, squats over the the water and pulls down her knickers and she tells her friend, "you see that canoe below me, I am going to pee on that canoe." Patricia Pussy felt well embarrassed because it wasn't a canoe her owner was looking at, it was Patricia Pussies reflection.
Yes, you've guessed it. I am indeed a talking penis and my name is Willy Wiley.
I work terribly hard for my master, doing physical labour which leaves me exhausted; I work in great depths, damp environments, high temperatures with poor ventilation, and exposure to contagious diseases; always the one to take the proactive approach and dive in head first; there are no public holidays or weekends off. I don't mind this as I get the opportunity to go into Patricia Pussy when she gets wet. However, many years ago, my master use to really beat me. I mean near enough twice a days for years. He use to put his hand around me and literally choke me to death. It was insane!! I'm not sure what pleasure he got out of it, but every time he did that I use to get my revenge by plastering him with my creamy white goo. I was like a volcano when I got going.
When I was small, I use to lay in my master's pouch and he would keep me covered and warm. Each day he will pull me out and I will help him to water the pool to help fill up the water. Alternatively, I would sit dangling in the toilet and watch my neighbours (asshole) drop its k**s to the pool. At night, my owner and I would soak in the bath, then he would tuck me in his pouch and allow me to sleep peacefully. Good times! Good times!
All this changed, when I hit puberty. Things started happening to me which I found very difficult to comprehend. I started to grow hairs, I started to develop deep ridges around my head and my skin was beginning to peel away slightly. One night, I was sitting in my masters pouch, then all of a sudden, I started to grow. I felt so restricted in my masters pants that my head was rubbing against the fabric. I felt my master's hand stroke me. I thought, this is ready weird. and my master carried on for a good while, then I started to twitch. My master carried on rubbing the fabric, and my twitching started to get more intense. I was really frightened, but felt powerless to do anything about it. I started to get really hot. The next thing I know, I shot out this gooey white stuff, for what seemed like an eternity. I was covered in the stuff and thought I was gonna drown. Honest!! Afterwards, my master cleaned me up and I settled down. What followed was more intense beating and goo spraying for the years that followed.
My first experience was when my master was 19. My master was invited to some sort of a freaky dance party where everyone drinks and freaks out to music. Anyway to cut the long story short, my master met this girl at the party and after he downed a few bevvies, he invited her to his abode. Now the lights were on and my master sat on a chair, as he always does and proceeds to pull down his pants, supposedly to show me off. And there she was. Standing in front on me, once the girl's tea bag knickers were removed, was none other than Fanny Annie. I really don't like Fanny Annie. When I was the size of a chipolata, she met me in the showers after swimming and insulted me. She called me a microscopic worm. I got my own back though and called her gummy, because she was a hairless, toothless twat. However, I haven't seen Fanny Annie since and now when I looked at her, she has matured into a very beautiful Annie.
"Hi Fanny Annie, hows it going?"
"Oh hello Willy Wiley. You use to be a micro worm as I recall"
"yeah. those were the days"
"Yeah, and look at you now, you're a big microscopic worm". And Fanny Annie laughed. Right that's it, I thought"
"You are so fat Fanny Annie, even Moses couldn't pull you apart" and I laughed.
She gave a frosty knicker frown and replied, "You are so ugly Willy Wiley, you would give Freddy Krueger nightmares".
"Its like that is it?" I groaned. "You are so shaved Fanny Annie, everybody would mistake you for a credit card swipe". And I let her have some more....
"What's the difference between a rooster and you, Fanny Annie? A rooster says, cockadoodledoo, you would say, anycockledoo". ha ha ha, I laughed.
Just then I saw a tear coming out of Fanny Annie. I felt a bit guilty, but carried on insulting her anyway. The more I was insulting her the more she shed tears. I saw my carrier scooping the tears from her and she was allowing it, because her lips started to open up, and more tears were coming out. I was feeling really guilty. I saw my master insert two fingers into Fanny Annie. I suspect it was to help wipe away her tears, but the tears kept flowing. I stopped making jokes and apologised to Fanny Annie for making her cry. She kindly asked if I would go inside her. I was bemused by the comment, because I had no idea what to do. Soon enough as I got close to Fanny Annie, I started to have the same physical experiences as my carrier choking me with his hand, yet I was doing it by myself. There was no fabric to rub against. This was really weird. As I moved closer to Fanny Annie, I smelt her. I mean really smelt her. She smelt wonderful. Fanny Annie looked at me with tears and edged herself onto my bald head. With her tears, she wet my head. It felt lovely. She parted her lips wider and rubbed me up and down, lubricating the whole of me. I felt like a chicken nugget being dipped in peri peri sauce. It was so nice. Then all of a sudden, she swallowed me whole. I couldn't see a fucking thing.
Well fuck me, I thought, what a cunt!
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