I Turned a Porn Widow Into Her Own Worst Enemy (Part 1)

I gripped Kate’s face with my fingers, crushing her cheeks, and twisted her head around to face the six men in the room. The slut training was complete.

“Take a photo of me and my Goonette whore”, I ordered whilst passing my phone to one of them, “I’ve been working on her for months. Today, I think I’ve just created my masterpiece”.

When I first met Kate, she was a vanilla girl ten years younger than me in a mundane marriage.

She also despised the ground I walked upon. I was her sworn enemy for a certain period. But Porn, fate, and a strange twist of events had seen me lead her by the hand and into the rabbit hole of sin.

Now, here she was. She was on her knees, dribbling and breathless like a demented bitch in heat. She belonged to my perverted hands now.

The room was now filled with humiliating sounds. Her heavy breath heaved in sync with the farting, gurgling sound emitting from her cum-filled asshole.

Exhausted, drenched in the mess of hardcore porn-fuelled debauchery, and gripped by my hands, she was like a piece of cheap putty for me to play with.

And to think, this all started three months ago when I opened Twitter to find a malicious message in my inbox.

I stared at the message for a few minutes before knowing how to respond. It was from a 21-year-old woman from Essex in the South of England. Her name was Kate.

“You sick, depraved, fucking whore!” read the message, littered with rage-induced spelling mistakes. “You’ve ruined my marriage through your sick brainwashing. I hate you!”

Her name was Kate. On a cold winter’s morning, she had come home from work early to find her 30-year-old Gooner husband glued to porn, tongue out and eyes rolling with a transsexual’s cock fucking his ass.

“Say thank you, mommy!” I growled at her, only to receive her post-orgasmic squealing in response, “I said, say thank you, Mommy!” then, I completely lost it. “Say thank you, mommy, you pathetic squealing cunt! That’s a direct fucking order!”

In the aftermath, she’d trawled through his internet search history and was mortified by what he found.

Sissy Hypno, creampie gangbangs, Gloryhole sex, transsexual orgies, there was no corner of smut he hadn’t pumped himself silly too.

But one word persistently popped up: Whoreuro. Her husband had been an avid reader of my site and had even interacted with me via Adult Friend Finder.

Kate claimed that the incident and subsequent divorce were not only my fault but that of the Porn industry, which she called “diabolical.” I begged to differ and delivered a polite response.

I told Kate I was sorry for what she was going through but that I had never encouraged any behavior that would damage relationships, but rather positive-Pornosexuality.

Unconvinced, Kate persisted with her rant until I tried to calm her down. In an attempt to comfort her and build trust, I gave her my number to talk things over.

It was a stupid decision. I never made a good first impression over the phone, and I certainly didn’t this time, especially when I tried to explain to Kate that she was now a Porn Widow and should accept her fate.

“What?!” Kate gasped in horror at the term I’d just used to describe her, “What did you just call me? You can go and fuck yourself, you evil cunt!”

I didn’t hear from Kate for two weeks. Shortly after the moment when I assumed I’d never hear from her again, my phone rang ominously.

“H… Hey, it’s me again”, Kate said softly and in a neutral tone after a short pause, “so… erm… What’s… what’s a Porn Widow?”

She’d mulled upon this for weeks, and the term had penetrated the deepest parts of her mind. Hearing her say those diabolical and vaguely accepting who she was made my cunt twitch.

“Why don’t we meet in person, and I’ll tell you woman-to-woman, darling?” I said with a drag of a cigarette. A week later, I arrived in London to see her.

The Meeting

We arranged to meet at one of my favorite restaurants in London. When I approached Kate for the first time, I wasn’t sure if she would hug me or punch me in the face.

Her eyes burned with the fire of rage but were briefly extinguished with a naive look of curiosity. Thankfully, she opted for the former greeting, and we shared an awkward embrace.

Kate was a curious character. With dark blonde hair and a curvy physique, she was much shorter than me and had a doll-like face. She had a temper but nothing to back it up with.

But oh my, what a wonderful pair of natural tits she had. Firm, natural, and perfectly round, they made me jealous.

At the table, the first few minutes were punctuated by small talk, looking at menus, and awkward silence. Kate was going to be a tough nut to crack.

Looking around, I was amused that nobody in this upscale London restaurant knew of the circumstances that had brought Kate and me together.

Over some divine food, Kate and I shared a heart-to-heart that involved tears, laughter, and some sobering conversation.

Kate had married young. Too young, in my opinion. She tied the knot with her older husband at 19, and the marriage collapsed just under two years later.

From my point of view, I explained that Porn was a superior form of art that exists to broaden our sexual horizons and lead us on a path to true pleasure and that the term Porn Widow, despite how it sounds, isn’t a negative or derogatory term.

Instead, I told her that it was an opportunity. The chance to shake off the shackles of vanilla sex and embrace depraved porn-inspired behavior. However, she seemed unconvinced.

Two hours later, and after many glasses of wine, the ice had been broken. Kate had accepted me for who I was and finally understood I played no part in the breakup of her marriage.

A Missed Train Changes Kate’s Life

The sounds of chatter and laughter in the restaurant were replaced by the hustle and bustle of staff cleaning up and looking forward to the end of their shift. It was time for us to part ways.

When we left the restaurant into the bleak, rainy winter’s night in London, we were visibly drunk and hurried to the tube with the sound of my heels snapping through the air.

“Ohh, fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Kate yelled in a panic at the sight of the unwelcoming metal railings sealing off Saint Paul’s tube station, “What time is it? Please tell me it’s not after midnight?”

As the drinks flowed, we’d completely lost track of time. As a minimum wage caseworker living in Essex, a taxi was out of the question, as was paying the cost of a central London hotel. I felt tremendously guilty.

I’d invited Kate out, and now she was screwed and stuck in London in the rain. It was a major downer on the night, especially as it was the first time she said she’d been happy since the divorce.

“I guess I’ll just take a walk around for a few hours until the trains start again,” Kate said melancholically.

“Err, no. No, you fucking won’t,” I said, putting my foot down, “if you think I’m leaving you on the streets of London at night, you’ve got another thing coming. I’m staying in the Hilton nearby. It’s only a few minutes away. You can stay with me, as long as you don’t mind sharing a double bed. I mean, it’s the Hilton or the streets, sweetheart!”

Kate feigned reluctance. Although it may have been genuine. She’d read about me online; it’s only natural she didn’t want to share a bed with a depraved whore.

But my last sentence struck a cord, and she soon gave in. Ten minutes later, we were in the lift to my hotel room with some alcohol bought from a nearby garage. The night was far from finished.

After showering, Kate and I undressed from our rain-soaked clothes, slid into our plush Hilton bathrobes, and cranked the heating on full. We had snacks, wine, whiskey, and trash TV; it was so cozy and a proper girl’s night in.

As the drinks flowed, Kate became more inquisitive about my life. When I told her one mild sexual anecdote from my life, it led to another and then another.

Before long, I soon confessed some of my deepest sexual confessions to this fascinated Porn Widow and let her into my depraved mind.

The truth is, I had no intention of having sex with Kate, nor did I plan to drag her by the hair down the rabbit hole of porn. But my behavior is unpredictable.

At one particular moment, with Kate’s gaze on the TV, I glanced in her direction and saw an exposed breast peering out from under her bathrobe.

It was glazed in a layer of sweat from the heat in the room. It was a beautiful Milker. From that second, my Pornosexual mind took over.

”Wanna watch some porn?” I giggled, causing an awkward smirk to appear on Kate’s face before she drunkenly nodded.

”I Will Serve Porn!”

In a wine-fuelled haze, I plugged my laptop into the hotel’s TV and began taking Kate on a porn journey that began mild with girl-on-girl videos but soon turned downright wild through the likes of double anal penetration.

I ensured every video I watched had some kind of lesbian action going on, and my perverse plan was soon in motion.

Not only could I see the lust taking over Kate’s body, I could feel the temperature rising in the room. It was time to make this happen.

”Ohh, I really wish my pussy looked like that!” I said while discreetly admiring my dripping-wet slut from between my dressing gown, ”It’s so hot!”

”Haha! Let me see!” Kate said in a slurred voice while clumsily moving down to take a look at my pussy.

Now, truth be told, I forget how this erupted as we’d consumed a lot of wine. All I remember is her tongue launching an assault up my cunt.

She would later tell me that she felt almost hypnotized by it and instinctively sucked on my cunt meat as soon as she laid eyes upon it.

Fucking hell… This girl knew her way around a cunt! I’ve had a lot of mouths around my fuck hole, but this was up there with the best.

”She was in a state of shock. Kate had clearly never seen a woman cum in person before, but she still couldn’t resist licking up my nectar from my cunt lips and the surrounding bedsheets.”

I was soon grinding my labia all over her face, ruining her makeup and causing her to moan with raw lust as she pushed her tongue seemingly into my pathetic womb. I was close.

Looking down, my eyes flicked between Kate and the filth playing on TV as an orgasm began to rage in my stomach. I gripped Kate by the head and looked her in the eye.

”Kate, slide some fingers in my hole, and don’t stop doing what you’re doing,” I said frantically, ”when I’m on the edge, I want you to say something dirty.”

”Like what?”

”I will serve Porn.”

Kate didn’t respond, but on the cusp of my impending orgasm, there it was. She looked me in the eye with a look of perversion I hadn’t seen before and said the magic words that locked her into my slut training plans.

With three fingers in my ass and more in my cunt, I unleashed a guttural scream. The fingers in my pussy were pushed out with force, along with a jet of crystal-clear squirt, while the ones in my ass were locked in by my contracting sphincter.

She was in a state of shock. Kate had clearly never seen a woman cum in person before, but she still couldn’t resist licking up my nectar from my cunt lips and the surrounding bedsheets.

Pushing her onto her back, I hungrily sucked her sweaty milkers like they were my last meal on earth and stroked her pulsating cunt that was giving off enough heat to warm up a whole house.

She might have known how to eat pussy, but she was nowhere near as talented as me, something she learned from the moment my fingers slid inside of her and hit her G-spot.

From how engorged her G-spot felt, I could tell that this bitch hadn’t seen a cock in months. It made my twat flutter knowing I’d converted her Gooner husband into a submissive slut and was now almost wrist-deep in his ex-wife.

Fuelled by the thought, I curled my fingers and hammered her cunt with all the force I had. I could feel the spray of her dribbling cunt pass up my forearm and over my watch.

”Nngghh, wait!” she said bleary-eyed, ”aren’t you going to go down on me as well?”

”Oh, Kate!” I laughed, ”that twat is far too innocent for me to put my tongue into. When you’ve earned your stripes, I’ll eat your pussy out all night, but you’re not there yet!”

She didn’t understand, but she soon would. The thought was soon pushed out of her head as my G-spot hammering continued. As her cunt contracted, I knew she was almost there.

”Fu… Fuck! Catherine, I think I’m going to piss myself!”

”Let it happen. Push through the barrier and let pleasure take hold!”

”Look her in the eye!” I barked while pointing to the beleaguered face of the 19-year-old whore on TV whose once tight asshole was being battered by two cocks at once, ”Look deep into her face as you cum”.

Her body was like butter when the orgasm came. She melted into the bed as her pussy thanked my work with jets of perverse fluids that sprayed across my chin and tits.

With her jaw hanging open in orgasmic awe, I stuffed my fingers deep inside her throat for her to clean her pathetic juices from my soaking wet hand.

“Say thank you, mommy!” I growled at her, only to receive her post-orgasmic squealing in response, “I said, say thank you, Mommy!” then, I completely lost it. “Say thank you, mommy, you pathetic squealing cunt! That’s a direct fucking order!”

”I’m Not a Woman… I’m a whore!”

“I can’t believe I’ve never been with a woman before,” Kate said a few minutes later, exhausted with a look of sexual shock and awe in her eyes, “I’ve never cum so hard in my life!”

“Not a woman, Kate,” I said whilst sparking a cigarette, “I’m a whore. I learned how to give such pleasure thanks to Porn. Trust me; it’s the most rewarding gift a girl can take, should she choose to accept it.”

Me and Kate stared at each other for a minute. In her eyes was a look of pure submission. She probably didn’t even realize it. I decided to make my move. I wanted to bring Kate into my ranks.

“Do you choose to accept it?” I said in a low, ominous voice, “All you have to do is say the word. You can leave this room and forget about tonight, resigning yourself to a life of mundane sex, cheating husbands, and repressed sexuality. Or, you can let me take you into whoredom. The choice is yours”.

To my joy, Kate nodded in submission. She was mine. Over the next hour, as she got ready to leave, she asked me endless questions about what the future would hold with a sense of reserved excitement.

“I’ll make a plan for your slut training,” I whispered to Kate whilst holding her to my tits and stroking her soft blonde hair. “When the time comes, I’ll call upon you, and you’ll be ready. A safeword will be set. But if you’re really built for whoredom, you won’t need it”.

It was time for Kate to leave. We kissed goodbye and pledged to see each other very soon—something I would make sure of.

“Thanks, Catherine,” Kate said before closing the door, “for everything. I’m so glad we met and cleared this up.

“Thank you, mommy,” I said, glaring deep into her eyes, “I’m your Porn Mommy now. You’ll address me as such”.

“Y… Yes, mommy”, she stammered in bewilderment, “thank you, mommy.”

As soon as she left the room, I surveyed the destruction. The bathroom was stained red with wine; the bedsheets were drenched with our juices.

The Foundations of Her Slut Training Have Been Laid

The sane decision was to clean it up before checkout, but I had more pressing matters. Running to the table in the corner of the room, I began furiously jotting down my 3-stage plan for Kate.

The first stage was to break down her sexual repression. I would tear away at her prudishness like wet tissue paper before throwing her into a rough sea of sleaze.

The second stage would seek to deal with her seething hatred toward men after what her husband did.

The third stage? Complete submersion in pure, decadent sleaze would transform her into a porn-obsessed Goonette.

In the following weeks, I assigned a daily Porn regime for Kate to watch and would check on her with tests about the scenes to see how much she’d been paying attention.

All of this was a great way to pass the time until our flight to the place where her journey would truly begin: Berlin. Click here to read part two and here to read part three.