Gloryhole Cumslut Phonesex Adventure Pt1

"Make me your filthy trampy cumslut," Joey breathed into the phone, his voice trembling with a mix of desperation and excitement.

Gerri laughed a low, throaty chuckle that sent a shiver down his spine.

"Oh, Joey", her voice purred through the receiver, dripping with mockery and something darker, something predatory. "You already are a cock-sucking cumslut. You just pretend to be ‘normal,’ ‘decent,’ ‘responsible,’ ‘a man.’ What a joke. I see right through you."

Joey froze, his hand hovering over his already-hard cock.

The words hit him like a slap, but instead of anger, a strange thrill coursed through him.

His heart pounded as he gripped the phone tighter. "W-what are you talking about?"

"Tell me about the panties you’re wearing, Joey." Her voice was command now, sharp and unyielding.

"I’m not—" he started, but she cut him off.

"Don’t lie to me. I can hear it in your voice. You’re wearing them, aren’t you? Tight little panties with a wet spot

where your cock’s been leaking like a cumslut."

Joey’s face burned, but his hand moved almost instinctively, pulling at the waistband of the lacy red panties he’d slipped on earlier. They were snug, just as she’d said, and the fabric clung to his swollen cock, damp with precum. He whimpered.

"That’s it, admit it. You’re a filthy little tramp, aren’t you?"

"Y-yes," Joey whispered, his voice barely audible.

"Louder."

"Yes!" he gasped, his hand moving to his cock, stroking slowly.

"Good boy."

Gerri’s voice softened, but only slightly.

"Now, stand up. Go to the mirror. Look at yourself."

Joey hesitated for a moment, but the command in her voice was irresistible. He rose unsteadily to his feet,

the phone pressed to his ear

and shuffled to the full-length mirror in his bedroom. His reflection stared back at him—

pink cheeks, trembling lips, and those panties, so damn humiliating and yet so damn hot.

"See that? That’s a cock-sucking cumslut staring back at you. No more pretending, Joey. You’re mine now. And I’m going to make you prove it."

Joey’s breath hitched. "How?"

"Get your ass down to the glory hole on 5th and Elm. Don’t bother dressing up. You’re going to strip the second you get there."

"B-but—"

"No buts. You’re mine, remember? You’ll do as I say."

Joey nodded, then realized she couldn’t see him. "Yes, Gerri."

"Good. Now get moving."

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Joey hadn’t planned on this. He’d just been scrolling through his usual late-night routine—porn, chat rooms, and then, when the itch got too strong, the phone sex lines. PhoneSexTemple was his go-to, and Gerri was his favorite operator.

Her voice was like honey, smooth and sweet, but with a bite

that always left him wanting more.

Tonight, though, she’d taken it to a whole new level.

He’d called her on a whim, his body buzzing with pent-up desire. The words had tumbled out of his mouth before he could stop them:

"Make me your filthy trampy cumslut."

He’d expected her to laugh, maybe play along, but instead, she’d flipped the script, stripping away his carefully constructed facade of normalcy and exposing the truth he’d been too afraid to admit.

Now, here he was, walking down a dimly lit alley, his heart racing with every step.

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