When it comes to seating arrangements, my favorite has to be a willing male’s face. No couch or chair can caress my bare cheeks and cunt like a man’s face does.
But whether it’s them tapping out too early or cumming too fast for me to really enjoy it, true facesitting recipients are often hard to find.
A recent message on Adult Friend Finder unleashed my facesitting story of the year that ended with a horny volunteer left breathless, shaking, and soaked in my squirt, pee, and lust.
It took my place on the face of a porn-addicted Gooner and reveled in the delights of hardcore porn for over six hours whilst my debauched slit painted his face with my sinful juices.
The following is the entire story in full, brutally explicit detail, as always. Prepare yourself for one of the most hardcore facesitting stories you’ll ever read.
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A Bench To Rest Your Weary Legs
After a long week at work in a foreign country, my plan for Sunday was to chill out in bed with some comfort food, movies, and a marathon of hardcore porn.
But fate and one of my heavily used hookup apps, Adult Friend Finder, had other ideas. Just as I was about to settle into bed, a message came through with the subject: “A bench to rest your weary legs?”
“Hello, Catherine. I’ve been an avid reader of Whoreuro for months and couldn’t believe my eyes when your profile popped up. It’s an honor to see you in my city. I have a proposal to make if you’re interested.”
His name was Thomas. A 48-year-old Gooner, he proudly confessed that he had porn-induced erectile dysfunction and was incapable of sex with women. Now, he was truly pussy-free.
His sexual pleasure came from being used as a cheap seat by women. In other words, he had become somewhat of a facesitting connoisseur. Now, he was offering his services to me.
”Nnngghhh, fuckin’ hell!” she would say after each orgasm, pouring whiskey down her neck to stop the pleasurable shakes. When the intensity got too much, she would shift herself forward to allow me to work on her asshole and probe deep into her bowels.”
His proposition consisted of me visiting his home and masturbating to porn while sitting on his face. The idea sent lightning bolts to my slit. It sounded superior to watching porn alone.
He claimed he was able to withstand a prolonged facesitting session and loved being humiliated throughout, so I decided to take him up on his offer and put him to the test.
As I packed some sex toys, I provided him with a playlist of the porn that I wanted to watch. It was a blend of Kelly Stafford, Sexy Susi, Kelly Wells, Jasmine Jae, and LegalPorno.
After sliding into my favorite lingerie and some particularly filthy red high heels, I was soon outside this sexless porn addict’s house. My panties were already damp when I arrived.
And, well, I think it’d be best to let Thomas confess the rest of this sordid tale, don’t you?
”Oh, It’s Not For You”
I’ve traveled the world and seen a lot of things. There aren’t many things that can make me nervous. But the impending arrival of Catherine Duffy to my house? I was shaking like a leaf.
Just as the sun was beginning to set, a light knock on the door set my heart racing. Opening it, I almost choked on the proverbial ball in my throat when I feasted my eyes upon her.
You have to understand that I’d followed Catherine since she first appeared online, and to say she had formed something of a perverted icon in my head was an understatement.
Petite, well-dressed, sophisticated, and sporting a polite smile, the woman standing in front of me looked like she could have been the CEO of an international company.
Yet, as they say, it’s all in the eyes, and Cath has a striking gaze that oozes perversion. The kind of eyes that look like they’ve seen more sexual debauchery in a day than some women do in a lifetime.
As she leaned in for a hug, I felt my limp dick ooze pre-cum. The smell that filled my nostrils was hard to describe. Expensive perfume blended with the feminine smell of fresh cunt. It was bizarrely hypnotic.
”Trains of bareback cock, fisting, anonymous Gloryhole sex, you name it, the Queen of Whores had done it. It felt like an honor to serve such a veteran piece of fuck meat.”
Making small talk, we ventured into the kitchen, where Catherine deployed a bottle of Irish whiskey in the middle of the island.
”Oh, wow! Thank you so much, Catherine!” I said shakily, ”But there’s one problem: I don’t actually drink!”
”It’s not for you, love,” Catherine said coldly without batting an eyelid, ”I don’t have to come bearing gifts for lapdogs wanting to tongue my cunt. Speaking of which, where are we doing it?”
I couldn’t even speak. The Queen of Whores was here, and she knew exactly what she wanted. As I led her into my Goon Cave, I looked back to see her rubbing her cunt through her clothes and biting her lip.
Upon seeing my Queening stool, Catherine’s eyes lit up. Aside from telling me to strip, she didn’t say a word, merely snapping her fingers and ordering me to take my place as she got undressed.
In the dim glow of the porn on the TV, I watched in an almost surreal state as the Queen of Whores stripped down to her lingerie. Her nipples were like bullets, and as she approached with her high heels snapping across the room, I could see the meaty silhouette of her infamous cunt hanging between her thighs in the porn glow.
A Cunt That Keeps on Giving
I haven’t drunk for years. But when Catherine straddled me and that elite cunt lowered itself down and settled mere millimeters from my face, I felt like I was hammered. Its scent was heavenly, and it already oozed grool that dripped disgracefully into my cheeks and nose.
”Good boy,” Catherine remarked, ”I love a patient subby who can await commands. But keep me waiting any longer, and I promise I’ll drive these heels into what’s left of those balls. Tongue my cunt!”
Her labia felt like meat curtains on either side of my tongue and sent shivers right down my sexually-denied body. I lapped Cath from her trembling clit to her puffy asshole, causing her to moan loudly and grip the Queening stool.
”Either side of me in the box of my Queening Chair was a pool of juices, piss, squirt, grool, and sex sweat, at least two inches deep.”
The bottle of whiskey was next to her and constantly being poured into a glass to accompany her porn marathon, which only got increasingly hardcore as the evening went on. I listened, fascinated, at the perverse commentary Catherine made throughout. She narrated the filth on screen and goaded the debauchery on in the same way men watch an intense football match.
”Ah… Ahhhhh… Ahhhhhhh!! Fuck me!!” She roared as the first tongue-induced orgasm hit, causing me to strike deeper and suck on her engorged clit. I felt her sordid juices flow down my neck, causing me to buck my hips involuntarily and make my limp Goon meat flap around.
It was merely the first of many. I lost count of how many orgasms she underwent, and it baffled me as to how she could keep producing so much gush. It was like a sordid river, and it tasted better with each eruption.
”Nnngghhh, fuckin’ hell!” she would say after each orgasm, pouring whiskey down her neck to stop the pleasurable shakes. When the intensity got too much, she would shift herself forward to allow me to work on her asshole and probe deep into her bowels.
I savored every inch of her sweet holes like it was my last meal on earth. As I did, I found my imagination running wild at what these veteran fuck holes had witnessed. Trains of bareback cock, fisting, anonymous Gloryhole sex, you name it, the Queen of Whores had done it. It felt like an honor to serve such a veteran piece of fuck meat.
At one point, she was playing with my limp cock and shaven balls like a cheap toy. When another orgasm came, she gripped them like a vice and dug her nails into my sack, wailing like a whore and causing me to squeal like a bitch beneath her. The latter of which got a sadistic laugh out of her when she recovered from the orgasm.
”Time for a Piss Break”
About two hours in, Catherine lifted herself off me, causing me to flinch from the light now flooding into my Queening box. ”I need to take a piss break, love,” she said breathlessly, to which I flashed a look of solemn disappointment as her cunt was going to leave me.
”Aww, you break my heart with those puppy eyes!” she said, staring down at me with an affectionate look. ”Alright, you win! I’ll stay put!”
Yeah, I was slightly confused as well. But my confusion was soon put to bed when I realized what Catherine had planned. Rather than the toilet, she relieved herself right onto my face, causing me to panic and open wide to swallow as much as I could and stop it from going onto the carpet.
Once she was drained, the marathon continued. I listened to the sordid hum of powerful sex toys being clamped against her clit to enhance her orgasms, causing the sweet jets of squirt to blend wonderfully with the bitter taste of her piss already clinging to my mouth.
The sexual fluids flying out of Catherine had kept me hydrated for the most part, but I asked for some water to keep my fluids up; she handed me a bottle before prising my mouth open and spitting in it for good measure.
Seven hours. Seven fucking hours this went on for. I was in disbelief when Catherine pulled herself off me with her thighs shaking and brought the session to an end. Either side of me in the box of my Queening Chair was a pool of juices, piss, squirt, grool, and sex sweat, at least two inches deep.
”You should bottle that and keep it for your next Goon Session!” Catherine laughed as she dried her cunt on my t-shirt and got dressed.
I tried to speak to her, but my words were slurred because my mouth was so numb, something she found sadistically hilarious.
Like a Whore in the Night
Standing in the hallway, Catherine paused and turned back to face me before her eyes dropped to my limp dick oozing pre-cum furiously. Lifting her high heel up, she cupped my balls on the tip of her foot and inspected it.
”You should really get a chastity cage on this,” she said judgingly, ”It’s a far cry from the next cock I have lined up, he’s hung like a fuckin’ moose, and you’ve got me all nice and warmed up for him. Thanks for the tongue-lashing, lapdog; I appreciate it.”
With a slutty smirk and a wave, I watched as Catherine’s hire car disappeared down the street. The pool of juices left over? I drank it all and pumped furiously until my limp dick spurted. In a post-orgasm daze, I had to ask myself: ”Did that just really happen?”
When a message from Catherine pinged on my Adult Friend Finder profile of her freshly-lapped cunt being invaded by a black cock fifteen times the length of mine, I was assured that it most certainly did.
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