If you’re not aware, I often sell off some of my depraved, stained, and utterly filthy porn relics to my darling Gooners. After all, I only have so much space.
Many of them have seen the kind of debauchery most couldn’t even dream of, and they can certainly tell a few perverted tales if they could talk.
But one Gooner, who recently bought a pair of my heavily worn and used high heels, decided to feed me with his subsequent Goon Sesh after they’d arrived.
And the following, my darlings, is his perverted tale.
The Arrival
So, as many other Gooners will also be the same, I love porn relics. As a virgin who will potentially not experience the sexual world as much, I truly crave to worship them.
Knowing that Catherine had some of her own, I needed one. I happened to buy this pair of heels and, as a surprise gift, also got a filthy pair of her squirt-stained fishnet stockings inside.
After buying and requesting they be as filthy as Catherine wished, I knew I wouldn’t be disappointed.
After not too long, that felt like an eternity. They arrived. I don’t think I’ve rushed to open a package so quickly. I took them out and was blown away admiring them.
Spotting the fishnets and pulling them out of one of the heels. I noticed the rip in their crotch. The rush of images over my mind, picturing Catherine being railed by many fat cocks through that very hole. One of them ripping it open and sliding her panties to the side.
I explored them and then realized the right thing to do was to put them on. All I could think of was being fucked like a sissy bitch through the forcefully created hole. It was so overwhelming—something I’ve never experienced like this.
But that wasn’t on my mind anymore. The heels were there. Un-attended. I hastily rested one against my caged cock and balls. The other opened and fully engulfed as much of my face as possible, huffing like a man possessed.
I wanted the porn scents to mark my face and ruin my sense of smell, moaning into them as I lost control of my breathing. Throbbing in the cage like crazy since the gift had arrived, I didn’t even realize that I felt like I had been riding the edge the entire time.
”One of the used high heels will stay in a pristine, porn-fuelled state. While the one already corrupted by my touch will see more action soon enough.”
I decided that it was time to flip the filthy, used high heel over, and seeing the dirt on the bottom of it, which I’d been told had come from the grounds of sex theaters, swingers clubs, and Gloryhole booths, to name a few places. I knew I had to lick.
I could hear the command being told to lick as if Catherine was there demanding it of me, herself. So I began lapping at the bottom, sucked the heel clean, and went back to lapping at one of these sordid heels.
Just as it was mostly clean, I felt the pulsing inside my cage becoming immense, and I ended up ruining my edge.
It was my first hands-free orgasm. It began leaking out of the cage slowly. The image doesn’t do justice to how much there was; it just struggled to escape the tightness inside my cage.
Sissies Always Clean Up After Themselves
Again feeling like it was being demanded of me; all I had on my mind was, “sissies clean their mess up after them.” I started pushing the heel into my balls, stepping on top of my ever-flowing juices.
Then, raising to my face with a “lick” on my mind. I could almost picture someone looking down at me and laughing to themself at how pathetic I was at this point. For 20 minutes, this continued, as it just kept leaking out of my cage.
By this point, the desperation of a ruined orgasm mixed with the self-humiliation of the moment, I had promptly grabbed my Lovense edge (a prostate massager that can be wireless controlled by anyone, anywhere in the world, that’s given access).
I had asked a friend to control it and show me no mercy. I slipped it inside underneath my panties, imagining myself being in the same situation that I had pictured Catherine in earlier. I continued licking, now having my prostate stimulated as well. Another orgasm came while I was worshipping and licking up my previous mess.
This 2nd ruin had me crazed. I had to unlock it to let this one out of my cage, as it wasn’t leaking at all… Again my mind went to “sissies clean up their mess” as I scooped it up with my hand and put it all straight into my mouth, sucking my fingers clean.
What I didn’t account for was that uncaging awoke an urge to stroke as I had been in my flat cage for two weeks. I pleaded for my friend not to stop; I flipped the heel back over, put it over my face, and began furiously pumping.
My mind was mush, lost in the desire to ride the edge to my next orgasm. A handful of time passed, and it came.
Another mess splashes and sprays up onto my stomach as I moan into Catherine’s heel for the last time of the evening.
I start taking whatever spots of my cum I can onto my fingers and into my mouth as I lick and swallow in a Gooned haze.
I can’t wait to worship them again. One of the used high heels will stay in a pristine, porn-fuelled state. While the one already corrupted by my touch will see more action soon enough.
Can You Beat His Gooning Session?
He’s had quite the experience, right? If you’re eager to undergo the same, then you can reach out to me to buy some of my used porn relics that have been side by side with me on some of my most perverted adventures.
They are, however, reserved for the more hardcore of Gooners who arent afraid of playing with some very sticky toys.
