Sexually Corrupted by Catherine Duffy in her Erotic Boudoir

The following story is a twist on my usual escapades. It’s told from the perspective of a sexually-inexperienced young man I recently met. Throughout one night in my erotic boudoir in Belfast, I initiated a sex session that sexually warped him and firmly placed him on the path to debauchery.

My name is Jamie. I’m a 23-year-old uni graduate from the UK. Last month, I was lucky enough to secure a meeting with Catherine Duffy. 

What happened that night both enlightened me and sexually corrupted me. With her permission, this is my confession from between the thighs of the notorious Northern Irish whore.

I first discovered the Whoreuro community whilst working from home in 2020. I’ve always been a huge fan of porn but rarely have a chance to act out my deepest kinks in real life.

Like many of us, I was quickly entranced by its founder and high priestess of whoredom: Catherine Duffy. 

Her explicit journey into a world of sexual discovery began to inspire me further with every confession I read. 

The thought of meeting her in person felt like a fantasy, but one which may as well be a pipe dream—the thought of how many horny men like me must contact her daily disheartened me.

As 2022 came along, I had gone down the rabbit hole on Whoreuro. I had implemented advice from the site in real life and was expanding my sexual portfolio of debauchery.

From Gooning and Dogging to swinging and securing meetings on hookup sites, my sex life was being revolutionized by Catherine. One day, I decided to email her to show my gratitude.

It was as I expected. I received no reply. A few weeks later, I browsed for my next sexual escapade on one of her highly recommended sites: Adult Friend Finder.Adult Friend Finder.

I couldn’t believe my eyes. There was Catherine’s profile with the username ‘LashDuff’. She was also in London and online. I gave it another shot and dropped her the following message:

“Good evening, Catherine. It’s a pleasure to see you in London. I’ve been an avid reader of your site since 2020. I just want to express my gratitude for the guidance you’ve provided through it. Thanks to you, my sex life has changed positively, and I’m in awe of your journey into whoredom. If you have spare time in your schedule, it would be an honour to take you out for dinner and drinks to say thank you and, hopefully, learn more from you. Jamie x

Not long after, my inbox pinged. I grabbed my phone so fast that I almost broke it. It was Catherine with a message that read:

“Hey Jamie, thank you for such a well-worded message. Firstly, I’d like to apologize for the slow response to your email. My inbox is a quagmire at the moment. It means so much to me that you’ve been able to use my advice to change your sex life for the better. It makes all of the writing worth it! I’m currently in London for a work meeting, but I’m flying back to Belfast in the morning. I’m gutted, to be honest. It would have been a pleasure to meet up with you. However, if you find yourself in Belfast anytime soon, I would gladly take you up on that offer. X”

I’ve never been the type to give up easily. I asked Catherine when she is usually free and told her I was happy to fly to Belfast. After all, it’s only a short and cheap flight away.

To my amazement, we had locked in a meeting at the end of the month. I would meet her at a pub in central Belfast before going for a meal. The new few weeks were the longest of my life.

The Meeting

It’s now time. I arrived in Belfast in the afternoon, standing outside a pub in the centre. I’m dressed in my best and with a few gifts for Catherine when she arrives at 19:00.

Bear in mind; that I’d never seen Catherine’s face. Just her often cum-soaked body. I’m looking for a vague image of a petite blonde woman in her mid-30s.

It’s 19:05, and I’m starting to get nervous. Have I flown to Belfast just to be stood up? As 19:10 comes along, my worries are paused when I feel a finger lightly tap on my left shoulder.

Turning around, I instantly recognize her. Those plump cock sucking lips in all of her photos are unmistakable. I try to keep it cool and greet her with a hug and a kiss on each cheek.

“So you’re the elusive Jamie, I presume? So glad you could make it here! So sorry I’m late, by the way. I was late getting out of work and wanted to look my best tonight.” Catherine said. 

As we hugged, her crotch was mere millimetres from my groin. Her perfume and feminine scent filled my nostrils. I couldn’t believe I was this close to the sex icon I had fawned over for so long.

We talked about her day at work and my flight over to Belfast as we made our way into the pub. After reading her exploits online, I was surprised at her appearance.

She was dressed in a classy Barbour jacket, sweater, black jeans, and leather boots. She was well-spoken and professional-looking. Honestly? She reminded me of an Irish Kate Middleton.

Catherine ordered her favourite drink: Double Jameson and Coke. I followed suit and ordered a Bushmills. When in Rome, I thought! 

Over the next two hours, we chatted about her life, travel stories, sexual escapades, and my own. 

She spoke about her sex addiction like it was a fondness for something innocent like chocolate or coffee. She simply amazed me.

“After the lockdown, I realized how much we take sex for granted. These days, I can’t start the day without sex. Before my morning coffee, I’ll jump on hookup apps like Adult Friend Finder and fuck one or two guys. I had two over this morning!” She confessed blatantly. 

But when the topic kept gravitating toward sex, I saw a change in her personality.

Catherine’s eyes slowly began to kind of glaze over, combined with a fixed grin. Then, she did something that blew my mind.

“As my orgasm began to build, Catherine watched my face like a hunter watches their target. As my mouth involuntarily opened in the throes of impending orgasm, she promptly spat in it.”

“How’s your drink?” Catherine asked with a naughty smile. “You know, whiskey is only one way to get a taste of Ireland. Do you want me to spice your drink up a bit?”

In my naivety, I assumed she wanted to start doing shots. Instead, she bit her plump bottom lip, looked around the bar to ensure nobody was watching and moved her hand under the table.

As her tiny hand slipped below her belt line, I watched with my jaw hanging as her eyes rolled back slightly. Then, she proudly displayed her two fingers dripping prominently with pussy grool. 

Before I could speak, she slowly plunged her fingers into my Jameson. When the grool had transferred entirely from her hand into my drink, she sucked her fingers clean.

“Now drink that, and see what you think”, she said with calm confidence whilst finishing off her drink. 

As I sipped the sordid concoction, I could taste the strong taste of pussy over the alcohol. In the next few minutes, I wanted her. I had been given a minor hit and wanted the real thing.

I would have crawled over broken glass just to see her pussy for milliseconds. And she knew it. She was corrupting me.

“How old are you again, 23? It amazes me the lengths horny boys like you will go to. Flying over the Irish Sea just for the chance to taste the well-used cunt of a woman like me”, she purred.

“I’m just infatuated by you”, I said nervously. “You’ve taught me so much already. I just want to learn as much as I can.”

“But you’re so young. Fucking whores like me is dangerous, you know? You’ll be corrupted. Ordinary sex will never satisfy you again. It’s like signing a deal with the devil. Fucking me will mentally warp you. But the choice is yours.”

“What’s my choice?” I asked naively.

“You can take me out for this meal, or we can skip it entirely. I’ll take you back to my place and show you what real fucking sex looks like.”

At this point, I was unsure of myself. What she had said about being warped afterwards made me anxious. I’ve never been a natural leader. So, with her being an older woman, I asked Catherine to decide for me.

“Putting serious life decisions into the hands of a depraved whore. Brave one, aren’t you?” She said with a quiet but sinister laugh. “Let’s get out of here. My place is only around the corner.”

We stopped in a shop to get some wine and whiskey to drink back at her place. As we walked back to her home, we were already both pretty drunk.

Suddenly, I felt Catherine’s finger jab into my asshole as she replicated one of the scenes from Robert De Niro’s comedy flick Dirty Grandpa.

“Shabba!” She shouted, “That’s from Dirty Grandpa. It keeps people on their toes, and from the look on the guy’s face, I can always tell who likes to be fucked with a strapon or not.” She joked.

Her presentable and well-to-do-looking demeanour when I first met her was slipping away. Before long, we were outside her home.

Inside The Erotic Boudoir 

Catherine lives in a modern-looking apartment building in central Belfast. As we ascended to her apartment, I was nervous with excitement, knowing a handful of stories that had taken place here.

Before any elevator awkwardness could arise, she cornered me as soon as the doors closed and probed my throat with her wet tongue in a deep kiss that left her pink lipstick smudged. 

“Sorry, I’ve messed up your makeup a bit!” I laughed. “But fuck, you’re a good kisser. I feel like you’ve just made love to my tonsils!”

“Don’t worry,” Catherine said in a low voice, “you’ll hopefully be ruining it even more in a few minutes.”

As the door closed behind us, I saw her beautiful apartment. Immaculately kept and with a soft, clean, and feminine scent. It was clear that a single woman lived here.

“So, do you want a tour of the infamous erotic boudoir?” Catherine asked whilst pouring us both a drink.

Of course, she was referring to her dedicated sex room. I was keen to see it as she led me to a nondescript door.

From fucking horses and BDSM equipment to fucking machines and sex toys, she has built up quite the collection over the years. It was like being on a porn set.

“The things that have gone on in this room”, Catherine said nostalgically. “Luckily, it’s easy to clean.”

Turning off the light, she led me to her bedroom. Inside, I could smell the faint scent of male aftershave. Judging from the messy sheets, this was where Catherine had been fucked that day.

I watched as she slipped out of her clothes and into something more comfortable: A silk nightgown and stockings. 

She neglected to wear panties. I could see the cusp of her pussy below a neatly trimmed line of pubic hair.

Between The Thighs of a Whore

In Catherine’s whorehouse-themed bedroom, we lay on her red velvet sheets as she excitedly showed me her porn collection before playing the highlights on a large TV at the foot of her bed.

Midway through a Kelly Stafford scene, Catherine casually spread her legs and beckoned me to move down the bed and look between her thighs.

“Is it as nice in person as you expected?” She asked whilst spreading her pussy lips.

I could hardly talk. Looking into her pussy for the first time was hypnotic. Like meeting one of your heroes. 

Just thinking about things this hole of pleasure had seen and done was enough to make me cum there and then.

“Do me a favour and start tonguing my cunt whilst I finish my wine.”

I obediently placed my tongue slightly above Catherine’s asshole and dragged it up until I brushed over her neatly trimmed bush. The sweet, musty taste was beyond incredible.

It was unlike any pussy I had ever experienced before. Her meaty pussy lips kissed my cheeks with each lick as if they were drawing me deeper. 

“You’re pretty good at this,” Catherine said, shuddering from my tongue on her clit. “Does it bother you that over 500 men have fucked that hole you’ve got your tongue inside?”

Now, I consider myself straight. But I was so addicted to her pussy, that I wouldn’t care if another man’s cock had just pulled out of it. I couldn’t lap up her juices fast enough.

“Without saying a word, her small hands ripped off the condom and guided my cock into her lube-soaked asshole.”

After about ten minutes of hungrily lapping at her meaty hole, I could tell she was on the verge of orgasm. Then, she looked down at me with a mischievous look.

“Can you swim?” She asked with a smirk.

My mouth was too occupied to answer, so I simply nodded. Catherine instructed me to suck hard on her clit and said she would squirt.

With her hands firmly on the back of my head, I was going nowhere. She ground her hips against my face as her breathing quickened. Then, it happened. 

My mouth filled with her sweet squirt as she let out a lustful roar of passion. With my face gripped to her pussy, a pool rose and filled my nostrils before leaking out all over the bed.

I gasped for air when she released me. Looking down, my chest hair was soaked with her juices. I took a moment to admire her twitching body and her hands gripping the velvet sheets.

“What are you waiting for?” Catherine asked after recovering slightly. “Fuck me!”

As I guided my aching cock into her, she gripped it and slid it for me. As I went balls deep, she released a feminine growl and slapped my ass to encourage me to fuck her.

I began pounding her slit for all I was worth. I’d never felt so compelled to please a woman than the whore in front of me. Catherine writhed in ecstasy and screamed like a Banshee. 

As I pounded her notorious cunt, I felt her juices splash out and pepper my thighs. Her tiny bush of pubes was mixed with coagulated pussy grool.

Switching into doggy style, I took a second to admire the damage I had done to her crotch. Her meaty pussy was now a gaping hole complimented with white female ejaculate.

I’m not the most confident person, but I can proudly say that I’ve always been able to last long in bed. But in doggy style with this whore, I was put to the ultimate test. 

Her wet, hanging pussy lips would tickle my balls whenever I thrust inside. Not to mention the immense amount of dirty talk that she spews out. All of which is too long to say, but here are some highlights:

• “You belong to me now. I own your cock, your mind, and your body. When I want to use you, all I have to do is call, and you’ll come running. Whether that’s licking dog shit from my shoes or making me cum, you are mine.”
• “Fuck me like a cheap whore you found on the street and leave me in the gutter full of cum when you’re finished!”
• “I’m just like a cheap Fleshlight, aren’t I? Tell me I’m just a hole for cock!”
• “Call me mommy when you fuck me.”
• “I want you to cum so deep down my throat that I can taste your seed for days!”

After a while, Catherine could see I was getting tired. She pulled off my cock and lay me down on the bed. Grabbing a bottle of lube, it was clear that I was about to be introduced to her ass.

There were no discussions or debates about anal here. Catherine had prepared for this in advance. Her ass has naturally seen a lot of action over the years, so there was little effort to slide my cock in.

Riding me in cowgirl, she slammed into my cock so hard I thought it would break. With her mouth hanging open and almost dribbling, she looked hypnotized.

Then, she came again. Even harder this time. Leaning back, she furiously rubbed her slit until a spray of hot juices covered my stomach, chest, and face.

Pulling off my cock, I heard the air squeeze out her ass. She promptly stuffed her dripping wet fingers into my mouth to suck clean. Then, she hung over the edge of the bed and opened her mouth. 

“Fuck my mouth and make my throat pregnant, babe”, she said with a raspy voice after her orgasmic screams.

In seconds, my cock was forming a bulge deep in her throat. She gagged loudly, and her body convulsed. One hand furiously rubbed her pussy, and the other clenched her nipples.

But despite her body wanting to quit the voluntary assault on her gag reflex, she didn’t tap out. Instead, the gagging was leading her to orgasm.

“When I slap the bed with my left hand, slam your cock as deep into my throat as you can. Ok?” Catherine ordered like a military officer planning an operation.

About a minute later, the hand slap came, and I plunged into her throat so deep that her false eyelashes tickled my balls. 

The choking sensation caused her to erupt in an epic squirt once again. Her orgasmic screams, muffled by my cock, sounded like she was drowning. 

Make every sloppy second count!

Catherine’s makeup was now ruined with spit, pre-cum, and tears. Pushing back her hair, she transferred some of the squirt on her hand, leaving a wet patch.

“I want some cum in my mouth, hun,” She demanded.

I told Catherine I was hoping to cum inside her pussy or ass, but I was happy to do it if she wanted me to cum in her mouth.

“Well, nobody said it has to be your cum!” She said with a smile whilst coughing after the intense throat fuck.

Reaching into a small bin next to the bed, she pulled out three used condoms that the guys who had fucked her earlier that day had left. 

She lay with her pussy and ass exposed on the edge of the bed for me to continue fucking. As I switched between her holes, Catherine started playing with the used condoms.

Eventually, she emptied the used cum into her mouth and held it there as I slammed into her ass.

At this point, we had been fucking for well over an hour. We had subconsciously fallen into a side fucking position with our eyes lazily fixed on the hardcore porn playing in front of us.

Catherine was slowly rubbing her swollen clit as I glided in and out of her dripping pussy. Suddenly, I felt her fingers start paying increasing attention to the condom.

“Don’t you just hate wearing these?” She asked. “You know, I’m not on birth control at the moment. So you can’t cum in my pussy. But if you want, you can pump your load into my ass. It’s up to you. Just say the word”.

“I want to cum in you and feel you raw, Catherine”. I whispered into her ear.

Without saying a word, her small hands ripped off the condom and guided my cock into her lube-soaked asshole. The feeling was immense.

Every inch of my cock was caressed by her wet, warm, fleshy hole. I couldn’t hold myself back and began pounding into her ass as she released a primal roar.

“Impregnate my fucking ass. Fill my forbidden hole with your spunk!” Catherine roared through gritted teeth with her head turned and her eyes fixed firmly on mine.

As my orgasm began to build, Catherine watched my face like a hunter watches their target. As my mouth involuntarily opened in the throes of impending orgasm, she promptly spat in it. 

It sent me over the edge. I felt myself go. My balls tightened, and the heat inside her asshole grew more intense as it filled up with cum. 

As my cock impregnated her ass, her impromptu spitting in my mouth left me with the taste of whisky and random men’s semen. I came so hard I thought I was going to pass out.

We both lay there in the throes of orgasm. Catherine slowly felt the cum seeping from her asshole with her squirt-soaked fingers. A look of achievement was plastered on her messy face.

After some pillow talk, Catherine slowly slipped out of her aggressive whore demeanour and provided some vital aftercare after such an intense sex session.

It was now midnight, and I was destroyed by the intense sex session in her erotic boudoir. But before I could fall asleep, Catherine woke me up.

“You’re not sleeping with me tonight, hun. I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be rude. I’m a whore. I’m here to be used, not for love. I’d appreciate it if you went back to your hotel, or you can stay in the spare room if you like?”

It was unlike any post-sex treatment I’d ever received. But it just made her more intriguing. I opted to head back to my hotel, and the following afternoon, I was on my way back to London.

The Aftermath

Before being allowed between the legs of this notorious whore, I was warned about the consequences. Catherine was right.

Upon my return to London, I spent every waking hour reminiscing about the intense sex with Catherine. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced.

My nose ached for days from where she had gripped me against her cervix. My abdomen was bruised from the intensity she slammed her pussy and ass onto my cock.

She’s a woman who views sex as a route to expand the minds of others, and I was so grateful for the chance to experience her slit after connecting with her on Adult Friend Finder.

Like anything addictive, the first hit is always the most intense. I began seeking out various debauchery in London to satisfy the lust she had triggered in me.

From sordid mature escorts with high-mileage pussies to piss-drinking whores met on hookup sites like Adult Friend Finder, I couldn’t get enough.

But whatever nasty hole my cock found itself in, there was one persistent theme: I was closing my eyes and thinking of Catherine each time I would cum. Nothing could surpass her.

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