It had been a week since Julie’s first call.
She’d touched herself every night since — to Beth’s voice, to the sound of her own moans, to the memory of that moment when she let go without shame. But tonight, she didn’t just want release. She wanted something else. Something stronger.
She dialed the local Phone Sex Chatline Number again, this time with confidence.
The line connected after only a few rings.
The voice that answered was deeper, richer, more mature, like red wine and sin.
“Well hello there. I’m Wendy. Who’s calling?”
Julie blinked. “I’m… Julie.”
“Mm. Pretty name. You sound young.”
“I’m twenty-one,” Julie said quickly. “Is that okay?”
Wendy chuckled. “That’s perfect, sweetheart. I adore girls like you, fresh, curious, aching to be told what to do.”
The way Wendy spoke sent a shiver straight through Julie’s body. Her thighs clenched before she even realized it.
“I called once before,” Julie said, suddenly self-conscious. “It was really good, but I’m still kind of new to this.”
“That’s exactly why I’m the right person for you,” Wendy said. “I know how to handle eager little things like you. Are you alone?”
“Yes, Miss Wendy.”
“Good girl. Say that again.”
“Yes, Miss Wendy.”
“That’s hot,” Wendy purred. “Now take your clothes off. Slowly. I want you naked for me.”
Julie obeyed without hesitation, peeling her tank top over her head, sliding her panties down her legs until she was bare and buzzing already.
“Naked,” she whispered. “Just for you.”
“Good girl,” Wendy said again. “Now lie back and open those thighs. One hand on your breast, the other between your legs, just teasing. No real touching yet. Not until I say.”
“Yes, Miss Wendy.”
“That’s it,” Wendy murmured. “Now listen carefully. You don’t come until I give you permission. Understood?”
“Yes, Miss Wendy.”
“I love how obedient you are,” Wendy growled. “Do you have a toy nearby?”
“I have two,” Julie admitted, breath quickening. “A vibe and a dildo.”
“Mmm. Perfect. Start with your vibe. Lowest setting. Barely touching your clit.”
Julie reached for the small pink vibrator. The moment it buzzed to life and met her skin, she gasped.
“Shhh,” Wendy said. “No moaning yet. Just feel it. Feel how good it is to listen.”
Julie trembled. “Yes, Miss Wendy.”
“I’d have you on your knees if we were in the same room,” Wendy said. “Naked. Collared. Looking up at me with those wide, needy eyes.”
“Oh wow…”
“I’d make you lick my heels before you even earned a taste of me,” Wendy continued. “But tonight, I’ll let you pretend. Slide that vibe a little harder against your clit now. Just a little.”
Julie obeyed. Her breath hitched. “It feels so good…”
“You’re soaking wet, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Miss Wendy.”
“Good. Now take the dildo. Hold it near your pussy, but don’t put it in yet.”
Julie’s body arched. Her fingers trembled.
“Ask me nicely.”
“Please, Miss Wendy. Please let me slide it inside.”
Wendy paused.
“You may.”
The moment the toy pushed inside, Julie moaned, low and desperate.
“Fuck,” she whispered.
“That’s right,” Wendy growled. “Fill yourself. All the way. Stretch that pretty pussy for me.”
Julie rocked her hips, fucking the toy slowly, the vibrator still humming against her clit.
“I want you to imagine me,” Wendy said. “My hand in your hair. My mouth on your tits. My strap-on buried inside you while I whisper in your ear how tight and perfect you feel.”
“Oh yes, Miss Wendy—”
“Faster now. Thrust the toy. Hard. You’re my dirty little girl, and I want to hear you come.”
“Please, Miss Wendy,” Julie begged. “Please let me—”
“Come for me. Right fucking now.”
Julie screamed as the orgasm crashed through her, body convulsing, toys still buzzing and buried. She cried out Wendy’s name as wave after wave of pleasure left her soaked and gasping.
On the line, Wendy was breathing hard.
“That was beautiful,” she said softly.
Julie smiled through the afterglow. “Thank you, Miss Wendy.”
“You did very well tonight. But next time, I want you on your knees when you call. Understood?”
“Yes, Miss Wendy.”
“Good girl.”