No, she can't control herself

She couldn’t hold it. That fecal stench was just too wonderful. With a gasping little moan her pussy exploded and pussy juice rained down the inside of her pants like she’d peed herself.

“Nnnoooo!” she squealed as she came. “S-s-sorrryyyyy! I’m sorrryyyy!”

Gordon turned his head toward Izzy, visibly unimpressed as he watched a pathetic little nympho squirt her brains out from just a whiff of his gas. He folded his arms, clearly waiting for her to finish. When she did, he said, “Fucking knew it. Another **** little whore.”

Izzy withered beneath his gaze. She wanted to try denying it, but no—he’d pretty solidly figured her out. Before she could form some excuse, Gordon continued indignantly, “You don’t even have the decency to be hot! No tits, no ass, a boy’s haircut—you’re barely even worth using as an onahole.

Izzy felt like she was going to cry. She knew what he said was true, and… well it was actually kind of hot that he was being so mean to her… but she still—

Wait.

Did he say barely?

Izzy’s eyes flashed up to Gordon just in time for him to continue, “Still, if I’m stuck with you I might as well use you. I guess having a live-in fleshlight would be kind of useful. No need to get up from my chair when I want a hole to cum in. Probably not even when I need to use the toilet!”

She started to salivate. Did Gordon… mean what it sounded like he meant?

He looked at her sharply. “You need to appreciate that you’re a pretty low-grade fucktoy, though, got it? You need to make sure you're always available for me to use if you want to be worth my while. And you should start growing out your hair so you’ll actually look like a cute girl.”

“Yeah! Of course!” Izzy squeaked. That sounded like a tiny price to pay for what he was offering her. “W-whatever you say!”

“Maybe we could get you some cosplay,” Gordon mused, scratching his scraggly chin. He looked at her skeptically. “You’d need chest padding to actually look like any hot characters, though…”

Izzy felt dazed as Gordon continued discussing the ways in which he didn’t consider her hot enough. This was like a dream come true. Sure, Gordon wasn’t exactly the smoldering older daddy-type of her fantasies, but he was a nasty misogynist bully—which was a close second! By the time Izzy's mom arrived and pulled Izzy away to start bringing up her luggage, she was almost trembling with excitement.