Your fingers tremble as you press the buttons on your phone, dialing the number that you’ve seen so many times, but haven’t had the guts to call due to nerves. The phone rings once, twice, and on the third ring, a voice answers. “Hello sweetie, are you ready for something messy tonight?” she asks, her tone already dripping with promise for what was about to come. You clear your throat to try and push down your nerves, though of course they were still there, you were still nervous despite being so close to getting the call you’ve been wanting to make for a while now. “Yeah,” you manage to say. “I’ve been thinking about it for a while now. I wanna be messy tonight” She chuckles softly, understanding exactly what you mean when you say it in the way you do. This is why you called finally. This is what you need.
“Alright then, Close your eyes,” she begins, her voice dropping to a softer whisper as she starts to speak again, but with more intent on creating the scene for you. “Imagine me right now. I’m in my bathroom, the cold floor tiling beneath my bare feet, pants and panties down to my ankles. I’m squatting over the toilet, my thighs straining, and I can feel it building deep inside me, hole starting to pulse.” You shift uncomfortably in your seat, pants starting to feel tight around your waist, your cock already stirring at her words as it tented in your boxers. “My muscles are tensing, I can feel it coming” she continues, her breathing growing heavier which made it sound like she was almost pushing. “I’m pushing out a warm, thick, stinky load, watching it drop and splash into the water. Can you hear the sound? That delicious plop as it hits the water.”
“That’s so hot,” you groan out the words, your hand already moving toward your growing erect cock like it was aching to be touched. “I’m so fucking hard.” She laughs when she hears those words from you, a wicked sound that sends shivers down your spine. “Good,” she purrs. “Now tell me what you’re doing with that big cock. Are you touching yourself while you imagine me getting filthy?” You describe stroking your shaft, pre cum already glistening at the tip as you can feel the sensation of rubbing it out starting to build. “I’m getting messy too,” she admits, “my fingers are coated in shit, and I’m rubbing it all over my thighs, making myself wet doing it. Can you hear how slick I am?”
“Touch yourself,” she commands, her voice insistent now. “Slide your hand down and touch your cock, feel how hard you are. Now dip your fingers into your own mess, whatever filth you’ve got nearby. Rub it all over your cock.” Your mind races as you imagine the sensation, the sticky warmth coating your skin. “That’s it,” she encourages, her breathing ragged now. “Imagine us both covered in shit, our bodies glistening with it. My cunt is throbbing, and I’m begging for you to fill me up while we’re both disgustingly dirty.”
Your hand moves faster, your breathing matching hers on the phone. “I’m close,” you gasp, and she knows exactly what you mean. “Come for me,” she whispers, her voice almost a plea. “Cover yourself in it while you imagine my filthy body moving beneath yours.” With a final stroke, you erupt, your hot cum on drips onto your hand. You groan loudly, completely lost in the moment. When you can finally speak again, she’s still there. “Next time,” she promises, her voice low and inviting, “I’ll guide you through even dirtier fantasies. Call me anytime.” You hang up, already planning your next filthy adventure.