Well, I should start by introducing myself. My name is Bianka. I’m 20, Autistic, and hail from Slovenia but was raised in the UK and Canada. This is the tale of how I graduated from the slut academy.
My friends call me a ‘’meme-worthy Slavic girl.’’ they’re not wrong. I’m blonde, blue-eyed, and have been raised well. I look like butter wouldn’t melt in my mouth from the neck up.
However, I spend every waking hour in a porn fuelled daze craving something else melting in my dick-hungry mouth. I’m a Goonette, but it’s something I only realized in recent months.
”Subconsciously grinding my wet crotch on the heavily worn leather seat, I sucked his balls hungrily as he pumped his fuck meat before moaning and spurting a fat load all over the floor. I didn’t need any further instructions and was promptly on all floors below the table, slurping up the cum of a man whose name I didn’t know. I wasn’t humiliated; I was in my element!”
The realization came after reading Whoreuro, buying the infamous book, and sliding down Miss Duffy’s rabbithole. I discovered people who understood me, related to my porn addiction, and reveled in it.
From sleazy sex cinemas to sordid porn conventions, I was blown away by the wonders of porn that were waiting for me to be discovered and dreamed of one day meeting Catherine in person.
Little did I know that it would lead to a life-changing day in Prague that would see Catherine drag me into the depths of porn perversion to see if I was capable of earning my Goon stripes.
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Thank You For Everything, Catherine
I was in Prague for an event I’d discovered through Whoreuro: Erofest. Arriving a few days early, I spent my days Gooning in my hotel room and looking for a Czech dick to hook up with.
Like the Queen of Whores herself, my go-to app for the last few months has been Adult Friend Finder. But after refreshing the profiles in Prague, I felt my eyes nearly pop out of my head.
‘’The Queen of Whores,’’ Catherine’s profile read. Her profile picture saw her clad in BDSM gear and fiercely pointing at the camera, kind of like that old-school poster from WW1.
My hands shook with anxiety as I penned my message to the woman who had already revolutionized my Gooning lifestyle already, and my slit tingled as I saw her typing a reply.
Catherine confessed that she was shocked by my perverted tongue, seeing as I looked like ‘’such a sweet girl,’’ and she was eager to meet up in person. Then, I jumped the gun.
‘’I don’t consider myself bisexual,’’ I confessed, ‘’but I crave everything about you. I want to worship you and let you use me like your plaything. I’d do anything to please you, Catherine.’’
‘’Do you understand what you’re getting into, darling?’’ Catherine responded, ‘’The rabbit hole goes deep, and I don’t have time for nervous newbies. If you’re sincere about going into the Abyss, meet me tomorrow at 16:00. I’ll show you what the word perverse really means.’’
I had tears in my eyes. I was in disbelief that I would finally meet the woman who had changed my life for the better.
However, despite having no idea of what Catherine had planned for me, she did give me a list of instructions before meeting up, and they were:
- To arrive douched and to be wearing a butt plug.
- To dress discreetly but to wear the sluttiest outfit possible underneath my clothes.
- To arrive on time, if was a minute late, the meeting would be canceled.
- Bring a pair of noise-cancelling Bluetooth headphones.
- Before the meeting, I was to spend the day watching as much Goon Hypno as possible.
I followed her orders obediently and chose the filthiest porn-inspired outfit to wear, combined with a pretty pink butt plug inside of my sparkling clean asshole. I was ready, I think…
Meeting Catherine in a Seedy Czech Bar
It’s 16:00. I have bags under my red eyes from watching extreme porn all day. The combination of high heels and a butt plug meant I took short steps to the meeting point, but I arrived on time.
Stepping into a dimly lit bar, I found it mostly empty, aside from some old guys leering at me. Upon looking up, the lone barman nods to his left to direct me to a booth near the window.
When I saw her, my knees buckled, and my stomach dropped. I admit that Catherine looked different from how I imagined, but her aura was just as powerful as I’d hoped.
She’s petite, blonde, well-dressed, and with an authoritative look. The kind of look you’d associate with a businesswoman, except her business is that of sheer perversion.
‘’So, you’re Bianka?’’ Catherine said with a friendly but equally sinister smile before greeting me with a hug that filled my nose with her feminine scent. ‘’Drink?’’
After nodding at the barman, two pints of Czech beer were poured for us. She acted like she owned the place, and the barman took her orders like a military commander.
I was nervous as hell, but the beer took the edge off, and Catherine soon proved to be a great conversationalist and broke the ice. We started to get on like two old friends.
Looking at her plump lips, I felt my mind wandering about how many cocks she had milked in her life with them. Three beers in, the conversation turned to Gooning and her plans for me.
‘’I’m going to put you to the test tonight,’’ Catherine said, almost sympathetically. ‘’You will be used, disgraced, and humiliated. I want to see how devoted to this lifestyle you really are.’’
When Catherine handed me a consent form and confirmed that a safeword would be in place, I knew that shit was about to get real. My hands were rattling as I signed the form.
‘’Thank you. Thank you, Catherine,’’ I said, teary-eyed. ‘’I can’t put into words how excited I am to prove myself to you. I’m ready when you are.’’
Time to Pay For The Beers, Babe
‘’The testing ground is only a five-minute walk from here,’’ Catherine said while downing the last of her beer. ‘’Let’s pay for these and hit the road, shall we?’’
Catherine beckoned the barman over and signaled that we were ready to pay. But rather than handing us a cheque, he sat beside me in the booth, smiling at Catherine sitting opposite him.
Like a naive whore, I had my purse in my hand, looking confused. But when I looked down to see the barman’s semi-hard cock out under the table, I quickly realized what was happening.
‘’Goonettes pay for our drinks differently, babe!’’ Catherine laughed, ‘’Now, how about we do a little warm-up before heading to the testing ground?’’
The booth was situated in a quiet corner of an already quiet bar, and the window sat high enough so people on the street couldn’t see anything from the chest down.
I didn’t hesitate. I spat on this barman’s dick and wrapped my lips around it as Catherine watched closely. As his cock grew in my mouth, I knew I had a job on my hands.
My nose was soon burying itself in his pubic hair as the tip of his cock got introduced to my windpipe. As I gagged, I felt my asshole gripping the butt plug inside it tensely.
Meanwhile, Catherine now had her hand down her pants and was staring at me through gritted teeth while muttering all manner of perverse things to herself.
‘’Good girl. That’s what we all want to see.’’ Catherine slurred, ‘’Let porn guide you all the way down his cock. Nasty little cunt. I’m going to fuckin’ ruin you tonight.’’
Cupping the barman’s balls and massaging them gently, I displayed a blowjob tip that Catherine had taught me and pushed my head down to the bottom of his shaft while licking his balls.
Suddenly, I felt Catherine’s high heel rest on my head to ensure I stayed there. I felt my eyes popping out of my head and almost passed out on the cock before she released me from her grip.
‘’Please… Please, can he fuck me?’’ I asked Catherine, ‘’Maybe he can take me in the back and do it there? Or the cellar? Please,’’ Fuck. I sounded pathetic.
‘’Aww!’’ Catherine laughed, ‘’we have an eager little whore on our hands, don’t we?’’ She then promptly spat in my face with malice and barked, ‘’You’ll get fucked when I say you can, cunt!’’
I’d put a lot of effort into my makeup in my effort to please Catherine, and the bulk of it was now dripping down onto my tits. My stocking-clad thighs chafed with the slit juice oozing out of me.
It was now rush hour in Prague. The streets were brimming with people, both tourists, and folks on their way home from work. None of them knew the debauchery taking place next to them.
I could feel the barman on the verge of cumming, something that he soon made clear to Catherine. ‘’Can I cum in her throat, Catherine?’’ he asked obediently.
Rubbing her chin with her tiny hands and with a severe look on her face, Catherine was observing me like she was assessing a potential candidate in a job interview.
‘’No. No, you can’t.’’ She said sternly, ‘’blow your load on the floor, and she can clean it up. Let’s see what she’s made of.’’
Subconsciously grinding my wet crotch on the heavily worn leather seat, I sucked his balls hungrily as he pumped his fuck meat before moaning and spurting a fat load all over the floor.
I didn’t need any further instructions and was promptly on all floors below the table, slurping up the cum of a man whose name I didn’t know. I wasn’t humiliated; I was in my element!
Wiping his cock clean with a napkin from the table, the barman promptly left without so much as saying thank you. Catherine, meanwhile, had a perversely sadistic smirk on her face.
The Testing Ground of the Slut Academy
‘’How did that spunk taste?’’ Catherine asked playfully while walking briskly down the chilly streets of Prague. ‘’He’d been in my asshole down in the beer cellar just before you arrived.’’
Five minutes later, as promised, we stood outside the so-called testing ground. In reality, it was a porn cinema near Prague train station. Sleazy doesn’t even come close to describing it.
Buzzed in through a metal door, we stood in a cheaply decorated store packed to the brim with sex toys and adult accessories. ‘’Is it busy?’’ Catherine asked the seedy-looking owner with a smile.
‘’Rush hour, darling!’’ he said in a heavy Czech accent, ‘’It’s always busy. Oh, and Catherine? Please don’t make a fucking mess, yeah?’’
Catherine simply smirked. As he pressed a button to unlock a door in the back of the store, he looked at me with an almost sympathetic look in his eyes as if he knew what was coming.
Catherine led me into the bathroom and closed the door behind us. It looked like something from Midnight Cowboy or Taxi Driver, and I felt like I’d been transported back to the 1970s.
I was ordered to strip to my slutty outfit before Catherine inspected my scantily-clad body closely. She spanked my ass and groped my tits like she was a farmer inspecting livestock.
Sliding her hand down my soaking panties, she held her hand to the light so my pussy juice glistened off it. Then, a black fetish mask was slid over my head.
The last touch? The pair of Bluetooth headphones she demanded I bring. After pushing them into my ears, she synced them to her phone and controlled what played through them.
‘’If you’re going to back out, now is the time to tell me.’’ Catherine said sternly, ‘’It’s busy in there, and it will get intense. I’ll be there to keep an eye on you, but you’re mostly on your own.’’
‘’F… fucking ruin me, Catherine,’’ I said with tears in my eyes and porn-fuelled thoughts racing through my perverted mind, ‘’make me earn my Goon stripes. I’m begging you.’’
‘’Well, ok,’’ she said while fitting a fetish blindfold over my eyes and locking my senses down. ‘’Remember your safe word, cunt; you seriously might need it!’’
For a brief second, I wondered if I’d come to regret ever messaging Catherine on Adult Friend Finder. Still, my lustful cunt led the way. There was no turning back now.
This is part I of a two-part confession. Click here to read the second installment, but ensure you’re mentally prepared for it before you do.
