I Became a Cum Drinking Cleanup Girl For a Brothel Whore

My name is Joanne. I’m a 47-year-old mother of three from Yorkshire, UK. The following story details how, with the help of Catherine, I became a cum drinking slut in a sleazy brothel.

Long story short, I was married at 18 and spent twenty years in a sexually-repressed marriage until I divorced three years ago.

When the kids moved out, I found myself home alone after work most nights, browsing social media out of boredom and seeking new thrills.

It didn’t take long before I typed in four fateful letters into my search engine: P-O-R-N. Something I’d been largely isolated from for over two largely-sexless decades.

I was expecting tacky storylines, lousy acting, and fake orgasms. But how times have changed. I was led down the rabbit hole of sexual discovery through more porn films than I can count.

“I watched a buffet of anonymous cock transform her pussy from a neat little slit at the start of the night to a gradually gaping and sloppy hole.”

I soon developed an infatuation with porn that re-conquer my sex life. I signed up for adult hookup sites like Adult Friend Finder and Ashley Madison to be led deeper into sex.

When the casual hookups didn’t satisfy me anymore, I was visiting swingers clubs and sex parties searching for more hardcore sex and depravity. Then, I discovered Whoreuro.

Gloryholes, gangbangs, and playing with cum, the site opened my cock-crazed eyes even further. I reached out to Catherine for further advice to sink me deeper into debauchery.

Over the years, I’ve developed a particularly depraved fantasy. I wanted to hang around in a cheap brothel and drink the cum from the discarded condoms in the trash.

Just before the lockdown hit, I had made a new year’s resolution at the start of 2020 to finally live out my used condom fantasy.

But, you know what happened next. Sipping anonymous cum wasn’t the wisest idea during that time. But two years later, with my sex life returning to normality, I finally lived out my fantasy.

It was all facilitated by Catherine. By the end, she awarded me with a custom cumslut collar that I treasure to this day. It was more debauched than I ever could have imagined.

How it happened

After contacting Catherine, I was delighted to find she was a very down-to-earth person who makes it her life mission to help other people explore and live out their kinks.

I became immensely fascinated by her journey and aspired to become just half the proud slut she is. Something that she was only too happy to help me achieve.

Catherine is well-connected in the adult world. She agreed to accompany me to a legal brothel in Germany, where an “opened-minded” friend of hers worked as a prostitute.

Her friend’s name was Isabelle, and she worked out of a brothel in Hamburg. Isabelle was a self-described ”cheap whore” and charged as little as 30 Euro for a quick suck and fuck.

A dedicated German fetishist, she was more than keen to supplement her post-lockdown income and invited us to join her in her private bordello as she fucked multiple clients.

I’ve had some debauched proposals made to me throughout my life, but this one took my breath away. Catherine would set it up and join me at the brothel for the whole event.

Catherine would look after me in the whorehouse, referee the sordid debacle and work on her laptop during downtime. She explained that writing in such environments “was inspiring”.

Without thinking, I found myself ironing out the details with Catherine before booking a cheap flight to Germany. I couldn’t believe I was going to do this.

We agreed to make it happen on a Friday that came at the end of the month. Isabelle informed Catherine and me that this was when most people got paid and was her busiest time.

A few weeks later, I was sitting in Bradford airport for a morning flight to Germany with a bag full of erotic outfits, sex toys, and my camera. I wanted to capture this experience in photos.

Dresden

After checking into my hotel, I had a few hours until I met Catherine at the bordello. So I did what any horny bitch would do: I went online to find some German cock to tide me over!

Things were quiet as it was working hours. But I did manage to meet two different guys for a quick and sleazy hookup.

One was a hungover Dutchman who lazily fucked my slit in the side position for about twenty minutes until he ripped the condom off, sprayed my tits with his cum, and passed out.

I got dressed and headed to my second meet. This time with a shy 18-year-old German who invited me over to his house whilst his mum was out. (I was only two years younger than her!)

He had a nice big cock but, sadly, he emptied his balls after a five-minute fuck. It wasn’t the wildest day of sex I’d had, but I didn’t care. I was sure tonight would make up for it.

After grabbing a bit to eat in the form of some authentic German schnitzel (I’d already had two “Bratwurst” that day!), I headed back to the hotel to get ready and finally meet Catherine.

My outfit of choice? My favourite high heels, stockings, and a Whoreuro vest. Fangirl moment, I know. But I wanted to impress Catherine.

The Bordello

The brothel was located in an apartment block in a pretty run-down area of Dresden. The building was filthy, and as I rang the bell, I found it was sticky to the touch.

An aggressive buzz unlocked the door, and I made my way through the dark corridors. I was shaking. My heart was beating out of my chest with a mix of fear and excitement.

Before I could knock on the apartment door, Isabelle opened it. Heavy-set, busty, and with a cigarette hanging out of her red-painted lips, she was the epitome of a cheap whore.

And, honestly? I was in absolute awe of her. We greeted each other with a hug before she invited me inside. The bordello was a large apartment repurposed into smaller sex rooms.

Inside, the air was thick with cigarette smoke, perfume, and latex. The smell was masked with a cheap air freshener. You know, that cheap scent that you get inside strip clubs and sex shops?

I was given a coffee and invited to sit down in the living room area, where the girls got ready and took their breaks. I met Katrina, another hooker who was working a shift that night.

Finally, I met Catherine. After following her antics online and conversing for so long, I shook when we greeted each other with a hug.

This woman played a huge role in my sexual journey, and I had so much respect for her. She was dressed in thigh-high boots, black lace panties, and nothing else. I couldn’t stop staring.

We had a coffee together and talked about what was in store. A safe word was set, my limits were discussed, and Catherine and Isabell gave me a short tour of this seedy brothel.

I was shown the room where my fantasy would be lived out. The walls were marked with black scrapes from the soles of shoes and what looked like traces of dried spit, cum and squirt.

A T.V. hooked up to a dated laptop was streaming gangbang porn. Every shelf in the room had some form of a sex toy, lingerie, or bottle of lube unceremoniously planted on it.

“Stand there and I’ll grab a picture. It’ll be great to see a before and after!” Isabelle said as I stood for a photo next to a wardrobe containing replacement towels and sheets.

As I was taking it all in, a loud bell suddenly rang through the apartment. And then, the moment came. *Knock, knock, knock!*. Isabelle jumped up and got herself ready.

“I don’t want to throw you in headfirst, hun,” Catherine explained in a calm, soothing voice, “so we’ll wait in the room next to Isabell’s as she fucks her first client, ok?”

And so it begins

Catherine and I went into the adjacent room and listened intently as the first two customers of the night came. The walls were paper-thin, and we could hear everything, albeit muffled.

After the initial cash exchange, it didn’t take long for the telltale moans of sex to come ringing into our room. I joined Catherine, who had her ear pressed against the wall.

Isabelle was loud! She moaned like a pornstar and uttered dirty talk in German to the two guys fucking her. He emptied his balls into her within about five minutes.

Catherine was listening with her eyes closed and her petite hand grinding against her clit through her black panties. When she opened them, she saw me hypnotized by her behaviour.

Without saying a word, she slid them under her panties and rubbed her pussy before wiping her wet fingers all over my face. I was seconds from sucking them when we were interrupted.

“Yo, Joanne! Get your ass in here!” Isabelle called out seconds after her clients left the bordello. Her raspy voice rang out of her room and down the corridor.

I hurriedly entered the sex room, walking awkwardly with the fat plug inside my ass. The smell inside hit me. It smelt like pure sex and sweat tinged with air freshener.

Lying on the bed was Isabelle. Her legs were spread to reveal a freshly fucked hooker pussy and tits covered in fresh spunk. One guy had cum inside, the other had sprayed her with his load.

Two used wet wipes flanked her sweaty body. In her hand, she was holding a used condom like a sordid mistletoe.

“Come here, slut! Let’s see you put your money where your mouth is!” Isabelle said. Behind me, her hooker accomplice and Catherine were leaning in the doorway, watching curiously.

Inside a latex prison coated in Isabelle’s promiscuous pussy juice was a large pool of milky cum. I felt hungry. Hungrier than I had ever felt. I lined up the sordid cocktail with my tongue.

As the second-hand semen of a man I’d never met collided with my tongue, I felt lightning bolts strike my pussy. As the cum slowly seeped out, it wasn’t fast enough for me.

I violently jabbed my tongue into the sordid contents of the condoms and sucked it out hungrily as a blend of salty cum and artificial latex lined my mouth.

“Fuck me; she’s thirsty this one!” Catherine laughed. “I hope there’s enough clients cum to quench her thirst, Isabelle!”

As I kneeled with my eyes closed, savouring the taste of a man’s spunk, I felt like I’d taken drugs.

My fantasy of drinking cum in a sleazy brothel was coming true. When the doorbell rang again, I was brought back to reality: This was only the beginning.

“Get on your fucking knees. We’re going to change things up a bit!” Catherine barked whilst laying down a towel in the corner of the room and directing me towards it.

Catherine and Isabel came up with a new idea on the spot. Each new guy would be asked if they’d be comfortable with me watching them fuck and then playing with their used condoms.

Not to be judgemental, but the average guy walking into a sleazy brothel like this is pretty open-minded when it comes to depravity. So almost all were down with the added kink.

A Cum Drinkers Paradise

And so it began. I took my place in the corner of the room as male after male came in to fuck Isabel in an array of passionate fashions.

From nervous newbies to experienced mongers, I watched a buffet of anonymous cock transform her pussy from a neat little slit at the start of the night to a gradually gaping and sloppy hole.

Throughout, I violently rubbed my clit and edged my pussy to the debauchery in front of me. After each fuck, Isabel would throw used condoms in my direction like a cheap trash can.

“Show those condoms the respect they deserve!” Isabel screamed at me in a voice punctuated with deep breaths as a random cock slammed into her wet hole.

I would suck the jizz out of them, pour the sticky contents over my face and body, and stuff them into my black stockings to wear them with pride.

“As I lay there a quivering mess in a post-orgasm haze. My nostrils were filled with the smell of sweat, stale cum, and the numerous aftershaves of the men who’d been on the bed before me.”

Each fuck would last 10 to 20 minutes. After two hours, Isabel had fucked six different men. The mattress she was lying on was now thick with sweat, pussy juices, spit, lube, and cum.

Sometimes, Isabel would take cock bareback provided her client paid a premium and showed a negative STD test. In that case, Isabelle directed them to my willing mouth afterwards.

As they navigated their cock around the used condoms, I would obediently suck their cum coated cocks clean and suck Isabell’s pussy grool from their balls.

As the twelfth guy arrived and began undressing, he was a regular client. Isabel nonchalantly slathered creamy lube all over her asshole and stretched it out with fingers.

In a very efficient and no-nonsense style, the next punter lined his cock up with her ass and plunged it inside before riding her asshole rudely.

Isabel’s moans, raspy after years of cigarettes, echoed around the room. This punter was well-hung, and he was putting her ass through its paces.

When he came hard, I heard a sense of relief in her voice when he pulled out of her with a pop. With a look of mild pain on her annoyed face, Isabel was about to take it out on me.

Isabelle struggled to tear the heavily lubed condom off of her client. But when she did, the condom was promptly thrown on my face where it stuck.

The musty scent of her hooker asshole combined with the sweet smell of lube filled my nostrils. Looking down, I was surrounded by used tissues, sticky condoms, and cum. I was a disgrace.

“So she gets a kick out of this, huh?” The anal-loving client asked. “I’ve seen some perverted women over the years, but this is something else. Can I cum on her?” He asked Isabell.

A natural hustler, Isabell said he could jizz all over me if he had it in him, but it would cost him an extra ten Euros.

“Ten fucking Euros? That’s a bargain!” Her client shouted excitedly whilst fumbling around in his jeans and handing Isabelle a crumpled up banknote.

He approached me and violently pumped his cock to my face whilst muttering a tirade of degrading comments. I still had his condom on my face, so all of the words were deserved.

I watched hypnotized as big balls began to quiver and tense before ropes of thick cum lashed out across my face and dripped down my perverse body. I shuddered with excitement.

Chugging Cum Through a Straw

At this point, my pussy was swollen beyond belief. I’d been edging myself to the brink of orgasm throughout the entire event. But I didn’t want to cum until the very end.

“Your pussy is looking a big raw there, hun,” Catherine said with a hint of concern in her voice, “let’s get some lube on that”.

As she briefly left the room, I expected her to return with lube. Instead, she came back with a used condom from Katrin’s room and instructed me to pour it all over my aching cunt.

“The best lube is all-natural, isn’t it?” I said to Catherine, quoting one of her cum play articles.

I felt the icy kiss of the stale cum as it poured all over my pussy and desperately rubbed hard to warm it up. Catherine was right. It was an unusual way to stay lubed.

My next cum drinking accolade came from Isabelle’s 16th client. A thick-set Czech guy, he was hung like a horse and made Isabelle squeal and gasp relentlessly.

I edged closer on my damp towel to see this alpha male in action. His beefy ass smashed into Isabelle’s sloppy cunt mercilessly.

As his balls twitched like piston engines, he unleashed orgasmic noises like a wild animal. Isabelle laughed in surprise as she felt the condom fill up, and he pulled out of her shaking.

“Oh my fucking god! Look at that load!” Isabelle said excitedly as her temporary lover carefully removed the condom and handed it to her. “Catherine, get in here!”

There was no exaggeration. This alpha Czech guy had cum enough loads for four men in the condom. He was a truck driver and explained that he hadn’t cum for a week.

I intended to drown my face in his divine load, but Catherine stopped me as she had a better idea. She ran into the small kitchen of the brothel and returned with a pink straw.

“Stay hydrated, you fucking cumslut! Do you know how drinking beer through a straw gets you drunk quicker? Let’s see how it works with cum!” Catherine said like a mad, kinky scientist.

As Isabelle’s next punter came in, I sat on my towel, sipping the hot, salty cum from the condom through a straw like a sordid drink from a fast-food restaurant.

Not long after, I requested a short time out to get some water and stretch my legs. As I made my way to the kitchen, I saw that Catherine had taken a break from working on her laptop.

In the hallway, Catherine was on her knees deepthroating the hung Czech truck driver who had dropped a huge load. It’s only natural, a true whore couldn’t resist this guy.

A Celebratory Cum Cocktail

As the night went into the early hours, I became exhausted. The time between clients grew longer, and soon the atmosphere turned lazier. Isabell called it a night.

It was 5 am. I had been hanging out in this sordid brothel for 12 hours. The tally on my sticky body was 21. I’d consumed the second-hand condoms and cum of 21 random, sleazy men.

Before I could contemplate my feat, all of the girls came into the room, unleashing a round of applause with beaming smiles on their faces. One of them, Katrina, was carrying a plastic, red bin from her room.

The girls poured me a glass of Prosecco and invited me to sit with them on the bed. We talked about the night, how it felt, and how they admired my dedication to this kink.

But one person was missing from the bed. It was Catherine. She was calmly removing the used condoms wrapped in the kitchen roll out of the red bin with a sleazy but excited look on her face.

“Joanne, there’s one more challenge I want you to do. It’s called Gokkun. I will make you a cum cocktail with the used condoms from Katrina’s room. You’re going to drink it, and you’ll earn your cumslut collar. Ok?” Catherine asked with a smile.

I’d come this far, and I wasn’t going to back out now. I was already a perverted whore, but I wanted to earn the title truly.

I watched intently as the different consistencies of cum filled the glass and rudely dribbled down the sides. I counted over 16 used condoms emptied inside before Catherine topped the sordid cocktail off with a pink straw.

Isabell was fighting sleep at this point, but she still watched intensely as I prepared to drink the depraved cocktail in its entirety whilst Catherine snapped photos.

The different textures of the cum loads made me bawk as they popped out of the straw and slid down my throat, and I thought I was about to throw up for a second.

But I persisted and downed the entire mixture, leading to cheers and applause from the girls. Isabelle put on the Whoreuro collar as my filthy face beamed with pride.

But still, there was something I hadn’t done. My pussy was crying out for an orgasm. I’d been riding my edge for twelve hours and was desperate to cum.

Catherine said I could cum, but only if she could watch. I moved from my towel to the sleazy mattress that was now slick with bodily fluids and artificial lube.

I lay down as Catherine showered me with the leftover condoms and rubbed myself to an earth-shattering orgasm, causing the condoms stuffed in my stockings to shake uncontrollably.

As I lay there a quivering mess in a post-orgasm haze. My nostrils were filled with the smell of sweat, stale cum, and the numerous aftershaves of the men who’d been on the bed before me.

“Same Time Tomorrow, You Cum Drinking Whore?”

Catherine was great as we finished off the night. She provided some exemplary aftercare and discussed my thoughts and feelings. She was a true professional kinkster.

As the girls jumped in the shower, I decided against it. I wanted the sordid scent of the night to stay on my body as long as possible. So we said our goodbyes with some heartfelt hugs.

I left in the early hours with the taste of cum, latex, cock, and pussy lining the walls of my mouth. My heart was racing as fast as it was when I first walked into that seedy brothel.

Back at the hotel, I tried to pass reception discreetly, but I could sense the look of shock on the receptionist’s face as she saw the mess I was in.

I lay on the bed for hours in my room and reflected on my depravity. Any ordinary woman should be ashamed, but I was immensely proud.

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With the taste and scent of my cum drinking escapades still in my mouth and on my body, I wasn’t finished yet. I rubbed my aching pussy to another shuddering orgasm on the hotel bed.

Just over 24 hours later, I was back at home in Yorkshire and heading to work. My normie colleagues innocently asked me how my trip went in the office.

Of course, I told them I saw generic tourist attractions, tried some excellent German beer, and had the best schnitzel of my life.

While talking to them, I held my thighs together to stop my dripping wet cunt from revealing the effect that remembering the actual version of events was having on my body.

To this day, the Whoreuro cumslut collar that I earned is one of my most treasured possessions. It represents my sexual liberation.

But if you think my journey towards becoming a whore like Catherine ends there, you’d thankfully be mistaken. With the help of Catherine, my journey is just getting started.