My email is fuller than a 19-year-old Goonette’s cunt is when she attends her first Goon Party. Every week, I’m confronted by more men and women eager to spill their Porn confessions.
As a whore on the frontlines of Pornosexuality every day, I can’t stress enough how fast the subculture is growing. So many new Goon Pigs are joining the ranks that I can’t keep track.
What I can do, though, is shine a light on their most sordid confessions and bring you face-to-face with some of the most perverted true stories that Porn has inspired.
That’s right, you sordid bunch; it’s time for the 4th installment of Goonette Confessions, and it’s as filthy as ever! Have you read parts one, two, and three? If not, check them all out here.
Table of Contents
Claudia, 41: I’ve Turned a Geeky AFF Date Into a Cum Cow
I’m Claudia. 41, divorced, and currently enjoying the single life, which means a lot of casual dates and subsequent sex with younger 18+ guys. When I’m not dating, I’m watching porn.
I have a small gang of female friends who I’ve turned just as porn-obsessed over the years, and we regularly meet to indulge in booze-fuelled girls’ nights in with lots of smut and sex thrown in.
On this night, though, I wasn’t with them. I was on a date with Dean, a 19-year-old who’d politely invited me out on a date and now looked like a deer in the headlights sitting in front of me.
Honestly? I was ready to call the date a night and ditch this guy. He was as dull as a rock, nervous as hell, and he didn’t do anything to make my cunt flutter. What was I doing here?
Fuck it, I thought. I’ve come all this way, and I might as well entertain myself, at least. I decided to turn the conversation sexual and watch him squirm. Little did I know what it would unleash.
”I felt like I was downing an entire bottle of maple syrup as I drank his sperm. I’m a blatant cumslut, but I was left feeling ill afterward, similar to when you eat too much candy.”
Dean apologized for looking so uncomfortable talking about sex, citing his string of past lovers who had been put off by a medical condition called Hyperspermia. I’d never heard of it before.
‘’So, basically, it means I produce a shit load of cum,’’ Dean confessed, ‘’It can be painful if I don’t ejaculate for a while, so a lot of girls find it too demanding, not to mention messy.’’
I had this shy-looking geek in an Uber and in my bedroom faster than he knew what to do. I had to see if he was bullshitting or not. His cock was average, with more than enough to play with.
But his staying power was immense. I rode his dick for just under an hour in multiple positions before he gave the magic words, ‘’Erm, I’m about to cum. Where do you want it?’’
Staring up into his eyes, I pointed at my mouth like a woman possessed. Fuck. Me. I swear to you that he came for thirty seconds straight, maybe more.
I felt like I was downing an entire bottle of maple syrup as I drank his sperm. I’m a blatant cumslut, but I was left feeling ill afterward, similar to when you eat too much candy.
And to think Dean was worried I’d be put off. Quite the opposite! We hooked up a few times before I introduced him to the little porn parties me and my friends have.
Although apprehensive about letting a guy in at first, they soon came around when they discovered Dean’s sticky party trick. Now? He’s our personal little cum cow!
Emily, 24: I Live Opposite a Brothel in Berlin and Love Sloppy Seconds
My name’s Emily. Most people see me as an artsy girl who keeps herself to herself, but I also have a hidden obsession with porn that has encouraged me to do some utterly filthy things.
Let me paint a picture of where I live. I’m in a small apartment in the heart of Berlin. Opposite me is a well-known local brothel with high foot traffic, which faces an old-school German pub.
I’m a bit of a loner but very observant. I love to take a quiet window seat in the pub on weekends, and people watch. In particular, I love seeing bar patrons slip off to the brothel.
The look of sexual frustration on their face as they cross the road contrasted with the confidence-filled smile of sexual release when they return, makes my pussy twitch.
Little do they know, I have their card marked. I purposely seek out the guys who have blatantly just gotten their dicks wet in that sordid cathouse before approaching them and starting to flirt.
I don’t really care what they look like; the seedier, the better. I can seduce these drunk and horny men within ten minutes and invite them back to my apartment over the road.
You see, my Goon Kink is sloppy seconds. Plus, I look up to sex workers as being superior to me. I aspire to be one but I know it’s not to be, so I want to be as close to them as I can.
I adore dropping to my knees and sucking cock while tasting remnants of cum and a condom a hooker has probably put on with her mouth.
When I deepthroat them and bury my nose in their pubes, I can smell the whore pussy that has been grinding into them in exchange for a handful of Euros, not to mention their cheap perfume.
And the best part? These men have already had their balls drained, so they tend to last way longer in bed, allowing me to use their fuck meat as intended; for as long as possible!
Claire, 32: The Graveyard Shift at the Hotel is Livelier Than It Sounds
And to think I used to fuckin’ hate this job when I started. Manning the reception and bar on the graveyard shift of a British airport hotel in winter was boring as hell. Well, until it wasn’t.
I’d spend most of the shift watching porn on my phone, barely engaging with the hotel guests. After all, they’d usually only stay for one or two nights and never return.
After a month, I quickly realized that it could be the perfect job for getting as much cock as I want. I’m a curvy girl veering onto the BBW side, so it’s also not easy to get sex outside of work.
The airport hotel’s no-strings-attached nature, though, was on my side. When checking people in who I found hot, I’d start slipping my phone number in with the key to their room.
If I were ever confronted, and I never was, I’d say it was just in case they needed me for something and I wasn’t at the desk for whatever reason. On top of that, there was the hotel bar.
Fuck, it was depressing at night. Mostly single guys would come down to drink a beer if they couldn’t sleep, but it was perfect for flirting with desperate, drunk, and horny guys on the road.
My newfound work hobby escalated fast after one guy gave me the fuck of a lifetime. He looked awkward and in his late forties but extremely aggressive in bed.
He skull fucked me, covered my hotel uniform in spit, and caused me to cum on the carpet with his cock in my throat. When he bred my throat, I was covered in bruises and slap marks.
Then, two black American guys propositioned me in the hotel bar. I was soon in their room, spit-roasted, and squirted on the bed sheets.
I was still working when they checked out, pretending like nothing had happened even though I had one of their loads still in my pussy and bursting through the fabric of my panties.
Now? It’s my dream job. I get to consume porn for hours, and when the moment strikes, I get fucked harder than some of the whores I watch on my phone. What more could a girl want?
Danielle, 34: Discovering the Secret Menu in Massage Parlours
After consuming porn pretty much every day for the past two decades, I thought I had all of my kinks down. Little did I know that my favorite was still waiting to be discovered.
Now, I’ve seen a lot of erotic masseuse porn, and I can’t really say it did much for my cunt as it was always way too tame. The real thing, however, was entirely different.
I’d been away for weeks, working in a new city, and was doing some seriously long hours. Knowing nobody and nothing to do in the evenings, I sought anything to pass the time.
Right opposite my hotel room was an Asian massage parlor with a neon sign and a few customers. A nice massage to soothe my overworked body? Why the hell not?
But what happened inside changed my life forever; after what was one of the best massages of my life carried out by an Asian woman in her late forties, I was insanely wet between the thighs.
Then, as the massage drew to an end, I was propositioned: for $50, I would be given a ‘’happy ending.’’
As a porn-loving little whore, I knew I’d be stupid to turn it down, despite not knowing what a female happy ending consisted of. Little did I know it would be worth every fucking penny.
”Hooking them into my G-spot and working up the momentum, I soon understood why she’d bunched two towels up between my thighs. I’ve never squirted so hard in my damn life!”
My sex-starved cunt was subjected to one of the most therapeutic and intense massages of my life. It went on for twenty minutes, edging me closer to orgasm before she slid her fingers inside.
Hooking them into my G-spot and working up the momentum, I soon understood why she’d bunched two towels up between my thighs. I’ve never squirted so hard in my damn life!
What this triggered was a newfound hobby that saw me sampling seedy massage parlors wherever I traveled for work and seeing which one could make me cum the hardest.
A select few, ignorant of the art of the female happy ending, turned me down. Still, most were more than welcoming, especially when I visited the Mecca of the happy ending massage, Thailand, on vacation.
Yep, there’s a secret menu in most erotic massive parlors, girls, and it’s not something you want to miss out on!
Something to Tell Me, Whore?
Aww, I bet you’re looking really sad as this installment of Goonette Confessions comes to a close, aren’t you? It sounds like it’s high time for you to make some slutty confessions of your own.
And when you do, I want to hear about them. How about striving to be featured in the next installation of Goonette Confessions? But to make the cut, it has to be as depraved as possible.
I’ll be waiting to hear from you, girls!
