My Porn-Fuelled Revenge That Saw a 20-Year Friendship Ripped Apart

It was a Friday night like any other. I was drinking wine in my apartment with ”Kate”, a Belfast girl I’d been friends with for two decades. Suddenly, the topic turned to addiction.

Little did I know that this conversation would eventually lead to me sitting in front of a therapist, tearing our friendship apart, and leading to me fucking her fiance and spitting his cum in her face in a viscous Porn-fuelled revenge.

To summarize, I drunkenly confessed to Kate that I was a woman deeply addicted to Porn. Shocked and curious, she began to pry deeper, resulting in me shedding some of my most perverse secrets and confessing some of the most audacious escapades.

”You.. you let over forty random guys cum inside you in one afternoon?” she said with tears in her eyes, ”Catherine… what the fuck is wrong with you? You need help!”

The next day, I woke up with a throbbing hangover and a text message from Kate saying I’d broken her heart and all that bullshit.

Remember, this was several years ago, and I was eager to trust my so-called friend on her advice.

In what would become one of the most shameful periods of my life, I went ”Cold Turkey”, quit Porn, and let Kate take me to see a therapist to ”cure me”.

However, my porn addiction was to return with a vengeance, and the revenge that followed was swift and brutal. This is my confession.

Porn Addiction Therapy

”It’s sick. No, it’s fucking perverse!” Kate said as I showed her my sex room. ‘Catherine, we should burn all of this shit. It’s corrupting your mind!”

tears rolled down my face, and I choked. The thought of burning my beloved collection of porn relics, memorabilia, and souvenirs from sex trips abroad tore my heart into pieces.

My tears degraded into a mild panic attack. I felt like my world was collapsing. Still, I trusted my friend that it was ”the right thing to do”.

Kate had mercy on me. Rather than destroying my stuff, she locked the door and took the key. She also put adult controls on the Wifi so I couldn’t watch Porn.

His name was Adam. He was a psychology grad from England and slightly younger than me: a pretentious know-it-all and a colleague of Kate’s.

”Catherine, you should be so proud of yourself for making this step,” he sneered, ”pornography can be extremely damaging. Together, we’re going to get you out of this mess.”

The therapy lasted for several weeks, and initially, I was interested in what Adam was saying. But it didn’t take long for me to start daydreaming of perversions in his sessions.

I began switching outfits for my therapy sessions. Porn heels, leather miniskirts, and no panties, all of which were intended to corrupt my therapist.

I fondly remember getting up from the relaxing leather chair after each session and leaving a damp patch of pussy grool in the center for Adam to see and clean off after me. It’s all part of the service, right?

”I’ve pulled many audacious sexual stunts in my life. But few have resulted in a level of shock as I saw on Kate’s face that day.”

Adam, like all men, soon fell to my corruption. I’d been drinking wine with some friends before a session and ended up in a squat and sucking his cock ten minutes into his bullshit.

Fingering myself under my miniskirt with his cock deep in my throat, I ended up gushing onto his posh shoes and drenching the carpet of his therapy studio, causing him to dump his baby batter into my throat and down my tits.

”For fuck sake, is that all you’ve got?” I said with a smirk while scooping up his jizz and letting it drip from my fingers and into my mouth, ”I want to get fucked!”

In his post-orgasm clarity, Adam had a mini meltdown and begged me not to tell his wife. He’d just used a whore’s throat like a human sex toy.

”I don’t give a shit about your married life, of course, I’m not going to tell her,” I laughed while getting ready to leave, ”I just wanted to show your smarmy ass that you have no power over porn”.

The Burning of Sodom

For whatever reason, Adam had decided to tell Kate that I’d tried to seduce him and that he couldn’t see me anymore. Obviously, he failed to mention trying to get my throat pregnant.

”Are you fucking sick in the head?” Kate screamed over the phone, ”You tried to fuck Adam? I work with him, and you’re one of my best friends!”

Kate was furious. She’d called me to unleash a torrent of verbal abuse as I sat in Belfast airport about to head for a business trip for two weeks.

I slammed the phone down and cut her off, deciding to deal with it when I was home. But when I returned, I had no idea what lay in store.

Kate had maliciously called my employer, told them everything about my personal life, and claimed I was ”unfit to represent the company”. I was due to attend a disciplinary hearing the following week.

But the worst was yet to come. A while back, I had given Kate a spare key to my flat for housekeeping when I was away. As you know, she also had the key to my sex room.

When I put my suitcase down, I knew something wasn’t right. Then, I noticed the door to my sex room was ajar. Kate had been inside while I was away and had destroyed as much as she could.

Aside from slashing the red leather exterior of my fucking bench, she’d left the furniture primarily intact. But most of my memorabilia and treasured sex souvenirs had been torn, wrecked, or sprayed with bleach.

This was no ”intervention”; it was pure hate. Kate had taken her resentment of having a dull sex life out on me and despised my sexual liberation.

She claimed she wanted to help me but set out to destroy my life instead. I sat there surrounded by the ruins of my Pornosexuality in tears. I was so devastated I felt like I was suffocating.

I picked up the phone to call her in anger. But, thankfully, common sense prevailed. My revenge on Kate wasn’t going to come over the phone. I was planning something far more deviant. It was something she would never see coming.

The temptation to relapse and sink into a rabbit hole of Gooning was eating me alive. But I stayed strong. I would need all my sexual ferocity for what I planned to do to Kate.

Six weeks passed since she invaded my porn space and destroyed what I loved. Now, on a brisk winter’s morning, I was sitting in my car outside Kate’s home and waiting for her to go to work.

My target? Her beloved husband, Darren.

Is Kate Home?

Darren was a pathetic specimen of a man. He was as far from Alpha as you could get. A stay-at-home husband, he was a prisoner in his own home.

Regardless, Kate adored the ground he walked on and rarely shut the fuck up about him. He was her ”soulmate”.

All of these things made him the perfect target for me. As soon as Kate was clear of the house, I waited for an hour and walked across the driveway.

I wore a tight and ridiculously short black miniskirt, stockings, heels, and a crop top under a Barbour jacket. As my heels crunched across the gravel on Kate’s driveway, I felt like I was crushing her soul with every step.

”Ca… Catherine? Oh! Long time no see, hun!” Darren said with an awkward smile as he switched off the Hoover and opened the door, ”Are… are you here for Kate?”

”Well… yes, kind of.” I said nervously, ”There’s something I want to tell her, but I feel like I can never look her in the eye again. Darren… Is it ok if I come in for a coffee?”

Ten minutes later, I sat opposite Darren in their living room, surrounded by pictures of him and Kate. It didn’t take me long to realize that he was completely unaware of what had happened.

You see, Kate was notoriously paranoid about any woman taking Darren away from her. To tell him I was a sexually ferocious porn addict wasn’t happening. However, I told him everything.

Darren sat in shock, and his untouched coffee went cold next to him. I told him everything in explicit detail but framed it as if I was sad about how it had affected my friendship with Kate.

As I talked, I gradually spread my thighs to give Darren an unmissable view of my hungry cunt while pretending I didn’t notice. His jaw dropped even lower, and I felt his eyes fixed on my slit.

”What are you…” I said, confused, as I followed his eyes down to my legs, ”Oh my God! Darren, I’m so sorry. I forgot to wear panties this morning. This whole situation has completely left me dazed.”

What I didn’t do, however, was close my legs.

”Look What Porn Has Done to My Pussy, Darren…”

You could cut the tension with a knife. Darren’s eyes bounced wildly around the room, but they couldn’t help but continue to cross paths with my exposed meaty cunt.

”Actually, seeing as I know you, this is an example of what Porn has done to me,” I said formally while walking across the room towards Darren and hiking my skirt up, ”my pussy used to be a perfectly straight line, but now it’s like a meaty jungle. Do you see what Porn does?”

Then? he just fucking went for it! The scent of my high-milage cunt sent this sex-starved fuck into overdrive. He buried his tongue in my exposed slit like it was his last meal on Earth, causing me to moan like a banshee.

”Catherine… I’m so sor- mmmppphhh!!” Darren tried to apologize for tonguing my pussy without consent, but I just grabbed him by the hair and forced him back inside.

As my Porn-starved hole got the licking it deserved, I looked at the pictures of Kate and Darren on the walls and felt a perverse orgasm building in my stomach.

”Don’t… Don’t you fuckin’ dare stop,” I growled at Darren, ”I’m gonna cum in your mouth!” I pulled his mouth off my gurgling slit at the last second and violently rubbed my clit to spray a jet of Slit Gush all over his open mouth and across their expensive couch.

Watching my perverse juices soak into the coach Kate and Darren watched TV on every night made me happy. I couldn’t wait for her to sit in my humiliating sex mess.

”Catherine, we really shouldn’t be-” Darren said breathlessly.

”Shut the fuck up. Take me upstairs and fuck me,” I barked, causing droplets of spit to spray on Darren’s beta face, ”Think for yourself for once. You’re a grown man; act like it!”

”We Weren’t Goin to Use Condoms Anyway”

For a beta male, Darren had a decent-sized cock. It’s just a shame it was wasted on Kate’s dull cunt. Now in their marriage bed, I set out to mark my territory in any way I could.

Darren was like a fish out of water. I unleashed a spit-soaked blowjob on his dick while gently sliding a finger in his ass, and he squealed like a stuck pig.

”I… I don’t have any condoms,” he said nervously, ”Kate and I don’t use them”.

”Don’t worry,” I laughed, ”we weren’t going to use them anyway”.

There was no inch of his body I left unscathed by my whore scent, spit, and pussy grool.

This sex-starved fucker couldn’t get enough, and years of married had left him ravenous for a whore’s slit like mine. One after another, he deposited every millimeter of seed in his balls.

After over an hour of on-and-off fucking, he’d fucked my ass, cunt, and mouth and deposited his spunk in all of them.

Although he had no idea of my plan, the naive Darren was more paranoid about the neighbors hearing my wails and dirty talk, so I had an idea.

”Here; gag me with these,” I said while handing him a pair of Kate’s dirty panties from the laundry basket in the corner of the room,

”My raspy moans, muffled by Kate’s dirty underwear, began to subside as I slowly ground myself into his fuck meat to extract each and every last drop of cum.”

The final fuck saw me riding him in cowgirl until he burst into my womb. As I pulled off, his spunk and my juices painted his belly like I was marking him as my territory.

My raspy moans, muffled by Kate’s dirty underwear, began to subside as I slowly ground myself into his fuck meat to extract every last drop of cum.

”Fuck… Oh, fuck! Catherine, you should leave…” Darren panted breathlessly, ”I can’t believe I’ve done this to Kate. Fuck!”

”Shhhh, baby,” I whispered while cradling his head against my sweat-soaked tits like I was some form of perverted mother, ”she’ll understand. Rest up for a second; then I’ll get going, ok?”

Within two minutes, he was snoring away in a post-orgasm slumber. Like a porn-addicted Commando, I lay deadly still to not wake him. The time for Kate’s return was fast-approaching.

Looking at the bed around me and taking in the scent of perverse sex that hung in the air, I was content that Kate would never be able to sleep in this room again. It now bore the mark and scent of a whore, and it would be impossible to remove.

I was shaken out of my sadistic thoughts when I heard a car pull up and Kate’s feet making their way across the gravel drive.

Those to whom evil is done. Do evil in return…

I’ve pulled many audacious sexual stunts in my life. But few have resulted in a level of shock as I saw on Kate’s face that day.

When her keys entered the door, I pulled myself away from Darren, put my heels back on, and went to the top of the stairs. Of course, I pocketed the dirty panties on the way.

My outfit was a mess. My tit was exposed, and my miniskirt was hiked around my waist, leaving my cum-filled slit on show.

Regardless, I took my place at the top of the staircase and stared down at Kate as she hung her coat up. ”Ohh, hey, babe!” I slurred sadistically.

”What… What are you… Wait, what the fuck have you done?” Kate said with her voice cracking, her eyes bulging, and a sense of panic coming over here, ”Darren! Are you ok, baby?”

”Oh, Darren’s fine, Kate!” I said while moving down the stairs in a slow, sinister fashion, ”But your marriage certainly fuckin’ isn’t. You ruined what I loved, so I did the same to you.”

”Please… Tell me you’re joking?” Kate choked while falling back against the wall in floods of tears, ”Darren! Speak to me!” She was distraught. Obliterated.

I squatted over her defeated body like a Queen observing a vanquished enemy force. She looked up at me pleadingly, hoping I would draw upon our friendship and say sorry or tell her it was all ok and nothing really happened.

Instead, I sucked the mixture of spit and her husband’s cum from the walls of my mouth and unleashed it straight into her face, causing her to whimper in despair.

”Never fuck with a whore, Kate,” I said with a growl, ”you should have known your place and stayed the fuck out of my way. Now, I think I’m due a long-awaited porn session. I won’t need any lube; my cunt is full of your husband’s baby batter”.

I returned to my car to the sounds of Kate wailing in the hallway and Darren sobbing upstairs.

As a final blow, I laughed maniacally and shouted so the neighbors could hear, ”It might take a while to get all the sex smells out. Your husband made me cum everywhere! Enjoy!”

Driving home, I played a Porn PMV on my Bluetooth speaker and reveled in the fact that two more enemies of Porn had been vanquished.

Do I Regret My Porn-Fuelled Revenge? Fuck No!

Once home, I connected my laptop to my TV, poured myself a strong drink, and began trying to redeem myself for ever forsaking Porn.

My Porn of choice was a Kelly Stafford marathon of sheer perversion. Feeling that familiar porn bliss once again was beyond words.

Throughout my Goon session, I repeatedly babbled, ”Please forgive me, Porn, I’ll never leave you again,” while wrecking my cum-filled holes in tribute and sniffing the panties of Kate, my vanquished enemy.

Needless to say, I stayed true to my word. I’ve never strayed from the path of Pornosexuality since or allowed the enemies of Porn to corrupt me.

My porn-fuelled revenge taught me one thing; never will I make that mistake again.