Kate Undergoes Sloppy Slut Training in Berlin’s Porn Pits (Part 2)

So, I suppose I should introduce myself at this point. I’m Kate, and I assume you already know what led me here from part one. And, by here, I mean standing outside of LSD porn cinema in Berlin.

Catherine had been feeding me on a diet of porn for a month and had been upping the tempo in terms of extreme content. 

I’d seen sexual things I never knew existed and had been shown them in a way that made my pussy drool. I’d often find myself turning cross-eyed and drooling on myself as a result.

Alongside the porn diet, Catherine had assigned me with a string of tasks that grew increasingly perverse. I was now well-versed in anal and deepthroating, amongst other XXX talents. 

I’d now realized the sheer sin of my ways and how I’d despised porn and everything it did. Now, it was time for my retribution. It was time for Catherine’s conversion therapy. 

Stage One: The Destruction of My Sexual Repression

‘’If at any time you want to quit on me and return to your non-porn life, the option is always there,’’ Catherine said, stroking my hair, ‘’all you need to do is utter your safeword: Traitor.’’

The Gloryhole Booth at the Porn Cinema

Walking through the porn cinema was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. The smells, the sleazy men stalking the corridors, the raging sexual atmosphere clinging to the walls.

Hands attached to invisible bodies reached out from the dark and stroked my breasts through the sleazy lingerie Catherine had wrapped me in, causing me to shudder with excitement. 

By the time we’d reached our destination, a sleazy Gloryhole booth in the back of the porn cinema, we had a sizeable crowd behind us, with most of them wanking their cocks and staring.

When the door closed behind us, Catherine wrapped a blindfold around my head, plugged in noise-canceling headphones, and started playing Goonette hypno deep down my ears. 

With her hand around the back of my neck, I was pushed forward and felt the unmistakable kiss of cock meat pressing against my lips. I opened my mouth and let it vanish down my neck. 

”My outfit was drenched in spit, spunk, and tears. I kneeled in a sordid pool of sexual juices. Any other woman would have felt ashamed, but I felt deep shame as I looked into Catherine’s eyes.”

And so it began. Five hours I worked at that Gloryhole. I wasn’t taking count of how many cocks I milked, but Catherine was, and the final tally was somewhere around 29 dicks.

It was exhausting. Catherine’s porn training felt like it was special forces-tier, and she wasn’t afraid to push me to the brink of my limits until the temptation to scream my safeword was there.

My outfit was drenched in spit, spunk, and tears. I kneeled in a sordid pool of sexual juices. Any other woman would have felt ashamed, but I felt deep pride as I looked into Catherine’s eyes.

‘’I’m so proud of you, babe!’’ Catherine said before stuffing her long tongue down my throat and stealing the taste of man meat and spunk out of me. ‘’But you’re far from finished, so let’s go!’’

The Slut Training Continues With an Anal Gangbang 

‘’I hate to do this, hun!’’ Catherine said solemnly while applying silver masking tape over my wet pussy, ‘’But the way you disrespected porn can’t be forgotten. This is how you redeem yourself.

Catherine has barred my cunt from penetration, scrawled free-use anal whore on my upper back and across my tits in German, and was preparing to send me into a seedy Berlin swinger/sex club.

‘’Ohh! I almost forgot your jewelry!’’ She said with a burst of excitement. A sparkling butt plug was gently pushed into my ass, and condoms were strapped to my ankles with rubber bands.

The club felt like a timewarp back into the 1980s, and so did its patrons. The clientele were mostly couples and seedy single men above 45, and my heart raced as I walked into the club.

It felt like most of them couldn’t speak very good English, but they didn’t need to. They could read what was written on my body and saw the bands of condoms around my ankles.

I was soon surrounded by groping hands and sleazy smiles. My tits were sucked, and women pushed their tongues down my neck while fondling my body. 

Then, a German woman who must have been almost sixty lured me into one of the club’s playrooms with the others following close behind, and the anal onslaught began.

The plug was yanked from my hole while a woman twice my age and stinking of stale cigarettes buried her tongue in it while I sucked any cock that came my way.

The anal training Catherine had assigned to me was a glorious investment because these old German men knew how to fuck, especially when their swinger partners were encouraging them.

While I couldn’t understand what was being said behind me, I knew it was degrading filth, and I loved it. 

These horny fuckers burned through the condoms around my ankles and spent themselves dry in my cum pipe while my pussy ached for attention beneath the masking tape. 

The humiliation was immense. The only pleasure my slit got was the muffled slamming of balls hitting it through the tape, and my ass screamed in a blend of pain and sexual ecstasy. 

The debauchery went on for hours. some men filled their condoms in my bowels, and others chose to splatter their filth on my whore body. Then, I felt something that took my breath away.

A female hand was gradually stuffing itself inside of my asshole and attempting to fist me. ‘’Oh fuck! I don’t know if I can handle this!’’ I said to myself in a low tone.

Then, I heard the first English since this anal orgy began. ‘’I think you fuckin’ can, girl!’’ Slurred Catherine. She had snuck in towards the end to check up on her whore in training!

Catherine tore the masking tape off my hungry pussy and proceeded to fist my ass like a sock puppet. Then, she wrapped her tongue around my clit and sucked on it like a lollipop.

I was done. My neglected cunt came within a second, drenching Cath’s tongue in juices as she moaned with a raspy wail of pleasure. It was one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had.

Standing up and slapping my ass, Catherine left before saying something in broken German to the last men. 

Then, they took turns in pounding my asshole before leaving me in the party room alone; my asshole gurgled and farted while cum dried on my body. 

Walking back through the club, I was ignored by the other patrons mingling together as I headed towards the door. They’d used their cum bucket enough, and I was now of little interest to them. 

Human Furniture in the Fuck Pit

As I left the sex club and joined Catherine again, I felt like I was walking on air. I was ready for anything Cath could throw at me, even though I was a bit apprehensive about her surprises. 

I looked into the eyes of tourists on the streets and knew none of them could match my sexual prowess or handle what I’d just done. It was liberating. Suddenly, Catherine stopped walking.

‘’I want to pay a little visit to a friend,’’ she said while ringing the buzzer to an East Berlin apartment block, ‘’You’re about to learn how much respect a real whore deserves.’’

She was taking me to a brothel. It wasn’t a high-end one, but a sleazy locals-only fuck pit inhabited by old-school whores who looked like they’d take your eye out as much as they’d make you cum.

‘’Been busy, babe?’’ Catherine said to her close friend, Bianka, who was making us both a rum and coke in the tiny unofficial canteen of this sleazy dive. 

Bianka was a Russian whore in her late forties and looked tough as fuck. The kind of woman who has been in the sex industry since she was 18, and it was really showing. 

While I couldn’t help but admire her, Bianka looked down on me and eyed me with slight suspicion as she handed me my drink. Slightly nervous in her presence, I downed it fast.

Binka began relaying the week’s events to Catherine, who disgracefully rubbed her pussy as she listened, although Bianka was completely used to her and unphased by her nymphomania.

From pissing in men’s mouths to taking creampies for an extra fifty euros, I was in awe of Bianka’s slutty career and tried to join in by relaying my recent exploits in Berlin. 

”The destination was the brothel’s dressing room, littered with high heels and porn-grade attire; it hummed with the scent of cheap sex and bodily fluids.”

But within seconds, Catherine cut me off. She told me that if I was trying to impress Bianka, I’d have to try harder, and she suggested I get on all fours and let her rest her weary feet.

Slightly bewildered by the etiquette, I did as I was told. Without saying a word, Bianka merely smiled and placed her short Russian legs over my lower back before Catherine did the same.

I listened obediently as the girls talked about sheer filth. Bianka complained about the rising costs of running the bordello and how much the laundry bills alone were ruining her income.

Then, as my pussy leaked down the back of my thighs, my perched and freshly-fucked ass unleashed a fart-like air pocket that bounced loudly around the room.  

Bianka pulled her legs off me immediately and barked obscenities at me in her native Russian while Catherine looked on awkwardly, knowing she had to do something to make it up to her.

‘’Look at this shit!’’ Bianka yelled as she prised my asscheeks aside to show her my gaping fuck hole still dribbling lube, ‘’She’s so stretched out; she’s determined to be like us!’’

‘’Wait… I’ve got an Idea,’’ Catherine said in a sinister tone before grabbing me by the hair and leading me down the hallway of the brothel, ‘’Come with us, you nasty little bitch!’’

The destination was the brothel’s dressing room, littered with high heels and porn-grade attire; it hummed with the scent of cheap sex and bodily fluids.

‘’So the laundry bills are skyrocketing?’’ Catherine giggled with the triple rum and coke now hitting her perverse mind, ‘’How about we get some old-school cleaning done?’’

I was tasked with pulling out the most stained clothing in the brothel laundry basket and using my tongue to clean them as best as I could. At first, the thought disgusted me, but that soon changed.

The whore stains in the clothing triggered me deeply and made my eyes glaze over with sleazy thoughts as I stared at Bianka for her approval, who was now grinning with a look of pride in her eyes.

‘’Can… Can I clean the heels, too?’’ I begged like a pathetic cunt. 

‘’Sure! Start with these pairs!’’ Catherine laughed, holding out her high heel for me to lick the sole while Bianka did the same. 

After working my way through these two slutty princesses and a plethora of cum, piss, squirt, and spit-soaked pleaser heels, the girls thought I’d had enough, and the ordeal came to an end.

How Do You Feel?

What do you think of the Donner?” Catherine asked, wiping mayonnaise from her botox lips as we tucked into some German fast food, “Berlin is literally the best place in the world for these.”

But she received no response. My uneaten food lay in front of me. My eyes gazed aimlessly into the street outside as commuters began to appear on their way to work. 

I was still trying to process the last twelve hours. Catherine left me in peace, but she was far from done with me.

‘’How do you feel?’’ Catherine asked me as we stepped back out onto the streets of Berlin to head back to the hotel.

I’d now sobered up, and tears began welling in my eyes. It had been extremely emotional, and I didn’t know how to answer her properly.

“I… I just want to be the best whore I can be,’’ I sobbed. ‘’I want to be like you and make amends for how much I disrespected porn.’’

Then, right there in front of German commuters heading to their jobs, Catherine kissed me deeply on the street and ground her crotch into my thigh. 

‘’I bet you feel humiliated, don’t you? Like all of this feels like it’s for nothing?’’ Catherine asked as I nodded solemnly.

Holding my head into her chest, she assured me that everything would be ok and that the greatest reward would come tomorrow evening.

Back at the hotel, I collapsed into her arms and fell asleep with her. As I drifted off, she whispered in my ear to sleep well because I’d need the most energy out of all tomorrow.

And that’s a tale that deserves a whole piece of its own. So, click here to read the third and final installment of this true tale of porn redemption.