The phone rings, shattering the late-night silence. You pick it up, knowing exactly who it is. “Wendy,” Joel’s voice slurs slightly, “I’m fucking high and I need you.”
You smile, already knowing where this is going. “What do you want, Joel Are you ready to be my sissy fuck slut faggot?” you ask, your voice a sultry purr.
“I want to do nasty things,” he says, his voice low and husky. “I want to shit all over the toilet seat and lick it up.”
You raise an eyebrow, intrigued. “And then what?” you ask, playing along. Knowing exactly that he wants to be called sissy, fuck slut faggot.
“Then I brush my asshole with a toothbrush,” he says, his voice a low growl. “I brush my teeth with it, put it back in my mouth, and walk to the kitchen to get some peanut butter. I smear it in my asshole and call Rex to clean it up.”
You can almost hear the smirk in his voice as he continues, “And then I cum, hard, while he cleans me up.”
You can feel your pussy getting wet at the thought of it. “Do it,” you say, your voice firm. “And call me back when you’re done.”
You hang up the phone, your heart racing. You know Joel well enough to know that he’ll do exactly what you told him to. You can already imagine the scene unfolding in your mind.
You hear Joel’s voice in your head, “I’m walking to the bathroom, Wendy. I can feel my dick getting hard just thinking about what I’m going to do.”
You can hear the sound of his zipper, the rustle of his clothes as he undresses. You can almost see him, standing there, naked, his little dick hard and ready.
“I’m sitting on the toilet, Wendy. I can feel the shit coming out of my ass. It’s warm and sticky. I can smell it, and it’s making me fucking horny.”
You can hear the sound of his tongue, licking up the shit from the toilet seat. You can almost taste it, the salty, bitter taste of his shit in your mouth.
“I’m brushing my asshole with the toothbrush, Wendy. It’s rough and it feels fucking good. I can feel the bristles, scraping against my skin, making me shiver.” Say it again Wendy… You are a sissy fuck slut faggot, this is what you deserve.
You can hear the sound of the toothbrush, scraping against his teeth. You can almost taste the shit in your mouth, the bitter taste of his asshole.
“I’m walking to the kitchen, Wendy. I can feel the peanut butter, sticky and sweet, in my asshole. I can feel Rex, licking it up, his tongue rough and wet.”
You can hear the sound of Rex’s tongue, licking up the peanut butter from Joel’s asshole. You can almost feel it, the rough, wet sensation of his tongue against your skin.
“I’m cumming, Wendy. I can feel it, the hot, sticky cum, spraying out of my dick. I can feel it, dripping down my legs, making me shiver.”
You can hear the sound of his groans, the loud, guttural sounds of his orgasm. You can almost feel it, the hot, sticky cum, spraying out of your pussy, making you shiver.
Joel calls you back, his voice breathless. “Thank you, Wendy. Thank you, thank you, thank you.”
You can hear the smile in his voice, the satisfaction in his tone. “You’re welcome, Joel,” you say, your voice soft. “But I don’t want your thanks. I want your money.”
You can hear the sound of his laughter, the sound of his wallet, opening and closing. “You got it, Wendy. You got it.”
You hang up the phone, a satisfied smile on your face. You know that Joel will be back, that he’ll be calling you again, that he’ll be doing whatever you tell him to do. And you know that you’ll be there, ready and waiting, to take his money and give him what he wants.
