It was 4 PM and Chris Cantwell had just woken up after a long meth crash, too late to do the podcast for the day. He heard the doorbell ring and rushed to the door, hoping that Special Agent Dino Capuzzo was finally back to hang out and listen to more snitching. He was surprised to open the door and see Emily Gorcenski, hair and make up done, wearing a tight black dress that showed off the bulge in her crotch. “W-what are you doing here you freak?” Cantwell demanded. “Well Chris, I’ve been hearing about how you no longer want to be a Nazi and have been helping the Feds to investigate people like Vic Mackey. I was hoping you could tell me what you know about him”, she replied. Chris told her to fuck off and was about to shut the door when she blurted out that she knew Dino Capuzzo and could help him get in touch. “Really?, Chris exclaimed. “Yes, I have his number in my phone” she replied. Chris invited her in and told her all he knew about Mackey in between hits of meth but it wasn’t enough for her. She sighed and turned to leave as Chris begged her to give him Dino’s number. “Well Chris, there is something else you can for for me. I saw those photos of you playing with your boypussy and they made my boyclitty hard. I can help you massage your prostate if you want to talk to Dino.”, she said with a seductive smirk. “O-ok I’m not a faggot or anything, I just want to talk to Dino”, Chris stammered. Emily pulled down his pants, a small and shriveled but hard steroid cock. “Then why are you so hard already?” She teased as she began to play with his cock. She started sucking on it even though he hadn’t showered during his five day meth binge and it reeked. Chris had his eyes closed and tried to think about Dino and not what he was doing with Emily. He then felt a finger go into his ass and begin to tickle his g spot. He moaned and his boypussy got nice and wet. Emily stood up and said “my turn”, while pulling out her deformed ladycock that was still slightly larger than Chris’. He got down to suck her cock but she told him no and to bend over. Emily took a tub of butter out of her purse and rubbed it inside Chris’ butthole along with a small shard of meth. She then spread his cheeks and slid inside. It was the best thing Chris had ever felt. Her cock messaged his prostate much better than his finger ever. “Oh Edward, fuck me harder”, he moaned. Emily was too turned on to even correct him and chastise him for misgendering a trans woman. She continued to fuck his buttered boyhole until they simultaneously shot weak loads. Chris enjoyed it so much he completely forgot to ask for Dino’s number and instead asked for Emily’s so they could do it again sometime. Dino however had been watching it all through the cameras installed in Chris’ house and could not stop vomiting for the next two days. He never wanted to speak to or see Cantwell again.
