‘’He wants this,’’ Cath whispered in my ear before brutally slapping the ass of the bound man in front of me, causing him to squeal, ‘’He’s a piece of Gooner fuck meat, and he’s all yours.’’
We were standing in the confines of a rented BDSM suite on the outskirts of Berlin. It was one of Catherine’s favorites, and her newest Gooner recruit had arrived thirty minutes ago.
He was around 30 and had contacted Catherine, asking to be dragged down the rabbit hole of sin. Her response was to tie him down, give him a safeword, and use him as a guinea pig.
It’s time for part three of Kate’s descent into Goonery. To catch up on this sordid tale so far, check out part one and part two.
Stage Two: Dealing With My Hatred Toward Men After What My Husband Did
Now I stood there, dressed like something out of a Femdom porno, wearing a jet-black strap-on, and unsure of how to proceed. That was until Catherine issued me with some guidance.
‘’That ass pussy is your trauma,’’ she said viciously, ‘’You know all of the rage your ex-husband planted in you? Take it out on him. He’s the living embodiment of Gooning. Once you release the anger, we can move forward.’’
Initially, something in me felt sorry for him. He looked pathetic with the porn-playing headphones in his ears, thrusting his hips back for anal punishment and grunting like a porn-crazed pig.
Not only that, but I glanced at his hand and noticed a gold wedding ring. Motherfucker! I thought. Just like my piece of shit husband. My sympathy was beginning to wane.
‘’Do it,’’ Catherine snarled with a seductive grin as she applied the last of the lube to my strap-on, ‘’fuck his cunt up. Let’s see what this Gooner is all about!’’
As I watched the whole length of my rubber cock vanish inside his ass, he squealed like a trapped animal in a blend of pain and pleasure, and it felt like lightning had struck my cunt.
With Cath rubbing her clit at the sight in front of her, I aspired to impress her. After some slow strokes, I began thrusting into this guy’s ass with all I was worth, and his screams intensified.
Catherine would only interrupt her masturbation to apply more lube and spit to the toy, and there was soon a gathering puddle of a coagulated puddle of perverted mess gathering at my heels.
”Those who opted to fuck me in the ass found their balls slamming on my meat wallet, and a sleazy trail of other men’s spunk connected their ballsacks to my sordid fuck hole.”
‘’Imagine he’s your ex-husband, babe,’’ Catherine barked in a sex-drunk slur, ‘’I want to hear him scream louder. Send him home to his wife with a gaped fuck hole!’’
I did as I was told. I ripped the earphones out of her ears so that he could hear my rage. ‘’You piece of fucking shit!’’ I roared, ‘’How does it feel? How does it fuckin’ feel?!’’
‘’It feels like everything I deserve, Mistress!’’ This pathetic Gooner squealed back, with the sound of his limp dick slapping against his thigh being louder than his voice.
‘’Ha! Look at his limp cock,’’ Catherine laughed while grabbing his genitals as if she owned them, ‘’your clit is bigger, babe! Ohh, fuck! He’s leaking so much; look at this!’’
Catherine scooped a wad of this Gooner’s pre-cum up and held it to the light for me to say before stuffing her fingers down his throat for him to swallow his own sordid mess.
The heat in the room was intense. A layer of sweat clung to all three of us like a blanket, and the smell of sheer lust was so thick that you could butter bread with it.
‘’Here, babe, drink this!’’ Catherine said, handing me a bottle of water while she spread her legs for the Gooner to eat her cunt, ‘’You don’t want to become dehydrated.’’
As the fucking frenzy continued on his asshole, Catherine came into his mouth countless times as he squealed in perverse ecstasy. Meanwhile, I must have drank four-litre bottles of water.
Pulling the strap-on out of his hole, I asked Catherine where the toilet was in here, only for her to burst out laughing, lick her lips, and look down at the pathetic male below her.
‘’Can I let you in on a little secret?’’ Catherine said breathlessly after cumming on the sub’s tongue again, ‘’The truth is I don’t care about your hydration. Your toilet is right here.’’
I despised the Gooner below me so much that I didn’t even question her. Dragging him to some wastground out back and pinning him down, we ordered him to open his mouth before filling it with our golden juices.
I’ll give this fucker credit; he took it all like a champion and never uttered his safeword once. Any piss that fell out of his mouth was hungrily lapped up like a good little cunt.
I wanted to use his tongue as Catherine did so fuckin’ badly, but my pussy was still out of bounds. As the session came to an end, he asked us if he could shower before leaving.
But he was denied. Catherine ordered him to go home smelling of Goonette filth and said he should revel in it. He did as he was told and began to put his clothes on over the layer of piss.
‘’Wait!’’ Catherine said to the sub callously, ‘’Before you go, bend over and spread your cheeks for me.’’
He did as he was told, and Catherine bent down, looked directly into his asshole, and launched a fat wad of spit inside it before stuffing him with a butt plug.
“Good boy. Now, fuck off home to your wife.’’ She said, watching the sub leave bow-legged with his asshole blown out and stuffed.
‘’You Earned This, You Nasty Bitch!’’
Our trip to Berlin was coming to an end. Cath had promised me a huge surprise, but our flight back to the UK was leaving in nine hours, and I had no idea what she had in her wicked mind.
On a Sunday morning at an industrial estate on the outskirts of Berlin, Catherine parked up and revealed her plans. It was time for my pussy to be rewarded.
An orgy had been planned, but it wasn’t an ordinary one. Catherine casually told me that no condoms were involved. It was a creampie gangbang with medical testing on arrival.
Before I met Catherine, the idea of such a seedy event would make my stomach churn. Now, it just made my cunt bubble with perversion. My only question was what outfit to wear.
I opted for the most breedable porn outfit imaginable, with white and pink thigh socks, pleaser heels, crotchless panties, pleasers, and fuck all else. My tits were everyone’s to play with.
There were other girls at the event, including Catherine, but there were more than enough perverted men to go around. When the orgy got underway, it was absolutely insane.
The sounds of bareback sex bounced off the walls of this ex-East German factory, and I lost count of how many cocks had been in my ass and cunt within the first hour.
I had everything from men old enough to be my grandfather dumping their load in my ass to fresh-faced 18-year-olds breeding my cunt while I stuck my fingers down their throats.
Whenever I got up to change positions, I’d involuntarily push out a trail of semen on the jet-black beds of the gangbang event before watching men step foot in it amid the sexual carnage.
Those who opted to fuck me in the ass found their balls slamming on my meat wallet, and a sleazy trail of other men’s spunk connected their ballsacks to my sordid fuck hole.
The overwhelming smell of male ejaculate was enough to make you feel drunk, as were the sounds of the other women being inseminated. Then, through the crowd, I saw Catherine.
‘’Sit down then and put your money where your mouth is!’’ She shouted at an overconfident student before squatting over his mouth and pushing cum out of her ass and cunt.
It was only a glimpse into the debauchery on Catherine’s side of the room, but it was soon blocked out by a crowd of men eager to take their turn on my cum-filled slit.
From ‘’You remind me of my mum, that’s why I came so hard!’’ to ‘’I came in your shit pipe because that pussy is way too breedable,’’ the things that some of the men said were sheer filth.
I took great pleasure in locking eyes with the most fresh-faced men at the event before slurping up the pools of cum and watching them get corrupted by the depths of my perversions.
My pussy had been denied so much on this trip, and I went into a full-blown frenzy. By the time the event came to an end, I begged Catherine to take me to another one. Fuck the flight.
But it was time to go home. In the cab to the airport, I watched porn on my phone despite the driver hearing it. I didn’t give a fuck. Subconsciously I wanted him to stop the car and fuck me.
Stage Three: Where Did Catherine’s Training Leave Me 12 Months Later?
The flight back to the UK wasn’t long, but it was one I’ll never forget. The cum of random men oozed from my cunt the entire way, and I absolutely reeked of bareback sex.
My mind was fried from all the debauchery. I took constant trips to the airplane bathroom to masturbate my cum-filled cunt and suck the deposits these men had made off my fingers.
The crotchless panties became a true porn relic, with every inch drenched in spit and cum. I even framed them and hung them on the wall of my designated Goon Cave as a souvenir.
Meeting Catherine was a life-changing experience in more ways than one. When I returned home, I felt like I’d been given a new lease of life. Sexual liberation beckoned.
I quit my job. I knew I could pay the bills using my cunt, and I’ve never been happier. Now, my income comes from escorting and being a party girl at gangbang clubs in the UK and Europe.
But the best part? My new lifestyle means I can worship porn all day long, and my ex-husband’s heartbreaking antics are a distant memory.
In fact, quite the opposite. I’ve rubbed my slit to the image of him being defiled by that transsexual more than I can remember.
Thank you, Catherine, for everything.
