Hello, it's me again. And guess what, guess what? I have a name now - King Kong. Master's friend's cock, Little Willy, is jealous of my name. Master finally settled down with a lovely girl and she named me. I am so excited you will have to forgive me for bouncing up and down a little.
Sadly, I have endured some traumas since we last spoke. These horrors left me scarred. One trauma came at the hands, or should I say mouth, of one of Master's ex-girlfriends. I nicknamed her, Chompers. She couldn't seem to keep from scraping me with her big horse teeth. Ooooooow! I shudder to think about it. I am very sensitive, you know.
Master and I had a tiff over her. I can't be blamed for refusing to come out and play after experiencing several biting episodes, can I? Master was quite mad at me. He would try to bribe me to come out by rubbing me just the way I liked, but I didn't comply. She ended up thinking I didn't like her - which I didn't - and she left Master. Good riddance!
Another ex-girlfriend would leave me hanging. Pussy would take her sweet release, but I got nothing. Zero. Zip. Nada. My neighbors, the balls twins were pissed. They turned a very unseemly color and fussed mightily. Master usually took care of me after she left though. I'm still not sure what she was doing.
She pet me some and even gave me a very nice tongue bath once, and just when I was really getting going, she would quit. Boom. Just like that. My one eye would dart around trying to see where she went. Helloooooooo? Didn't her momma ever tell her not to start something she wasn't gonna finish?
And then, there came the worst girlfriend of them all. She made Master choke me in a tight wrapper. Choke me, I say! I could hardly breathe. I couldn't see. It was awful! He wouldn't free me until I came inside the wrapper. And the worst part was I didn't have that skin-to-skin contact with beloved pussy. God, how I missed her. I loved the way my skin would rub against hers. We would bond in those moments.
Now, there was this thing separating us. Once, I protested and wouldn't cum. Master was embarrassed, but I had to make myself heard. Fortunately, this girlfriend dumped Master too, citing intellectual differences.
A long period of time passed where it was just Master and me again. It was nice. That was the way we started - just him and me. He stroked me just the way I liked almost every day in the shower. The shower was great because of the easy, breezy clean-up. I got all hot and bothered, exploded, and then reaped the rewards of a warm bath to comfort me while shrinking. Yep, just me and Master - the dynamic duo - back at it again.
Then, he met her. Not gonna lie, it was a twitch at first sight. She was gorgeous. Soft pink lips, with smallish teeth. Yes! Larger breasts to squeeze me. Yes! And I couldn't wait to meet pussy. Please be a tight crevice and not a cave! Please! Please! Please! Do you want to hear the details? Maybe I shouldn't kiss and tell. Nah, I will tell you what happened.
I remember when she first touched me. Her touch was like no other before her. Slender fingers circled me and gently stroked up and down. She was in no rush. Up and down. Up and down. I instantly hardened in her presence. It was like she could read my mind. Yes, I have a mind of my own. Just ask Master. I came several times by her stroking me. Don't tell Master, but she was better at rubbing than him.