When Bryce is in a good mood he calls me ‘Mr Shorty’.  When he’s pissed off he foregoes the formality and just calls me plain ‘Shorty’.  I hate the name calling.  He is only 5’ 6” and should be the last person to call anyone or anything vertically challenged.  But as they say, ‘familiarity breeds contempt’. He and I are too close for comfort.  I would leave him if I could, but the farthest I can get my head away from him is eight and a half inches when I’m hard and a little less when I’m not. My other end is attached to him, you see. Yes, I’m his dick. I’m the thing that dangles between his legs and rules him in most situations. He has no respect for me and sometimes I have to teach him a lesson. He and I have completely different taste in women.  He likes skinny, model types, but give me a BBW any day of the week.  When I give them some attention, they give it back a hundredfold.  They give head with gusto, the same way they eat food.  And can keep up with me because they have stamina.  Skinny women aren’t anywhere as accommodating.  Most of them hold out until Bryce buys them dinner and then they just pick at it because they are watching their weight.  Don’t know why—there’s nothing there to see!  Some of them have to be dined several times before they will free up and often they aren’t worth the wait.  Most big girls cook for him—some have even taken him out for meals.  And they almost never make a fuss about giving him some pussy.
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