My Surprise Alley Sex Behind a Belfast Pub (Drunk Anal!)

“You. cheap. fucking. slut!” he grunted in my ear as his cum leaked from my gaping asshole and down my thighs. I only wanted a quiet drink; how did this happen? I thought.

It was a rainy Tuesday night in Belfast. After work, I’d gone out with a colleague for a few drinks in a city center pub. But shortly into her third drink, she had to rush home.

Never one to waste a drink, I stayed behind as she caught her taxi home. Sitting in a quiet booth and watching TV, I planned to head home in twenty minutes or so.

But little did I know that a local follower of Whoreuro was sitting in the pub. Enjoying a pint after work and browsing through the same adult hookup app I’m active on.

Rather than a quiet night, I got a degrading and sleazy alley sex experience. A few days later, I asked him to relay the story from his perspective for other Whoreuropeans to enjoy.

“The Night I Struck Gold”

For the purposes of this story, I’ll call myself Craig. I’m 22, sexually open-minded, and a huge porn lover. I recently found myself in Belfast to work on a construction project in the city.

Before coming, I’d looked up the sex scene in Belfast and naturally stumbled upon the Whoreuro website. Like many of us, I quickly became fascinated with its founder, Catherine.

Catherine opened my mind to new levels of sex, porn, and eroticism I never knew was possible, so much so that I tried to contact her to meet her in person but received no reply.

Working nights, I didn’t have many colleagues to hang out with. So most nights before work, I’d enjoy a pint or two in various pubs around Belfast. Inside one is where this tale begins.

God, this pub is dire, I thought. The only people in here were a few older guys talking amongst themselves, some drunk older women, and one petite blonde sitting by herself in a booth.

Slim and intelligent-looking, she’d caught my attention since she came in with her friend. Sneaking a few looks now and again, I began fantasizing about breeding her.

Of course, the thought of approaching her and flirting crossed my mind, but I’ve never been confident in such environments.

Regardless, I had a raging hard-on in my pants and needed somewhere to bury it. So I opted for my go-to sites for finding sluts, hopping between Tinder and Adult Friend Finder.

On the latter, I couldn’t believe my eyes. It was none other than Catherine Duffy. Being a natural cynic, I thought it had to be a fake. But no, it was fully verified and the real deal.

”Catherine didn’t even check the piss-covered toilet seat before she sat down on it. She sat down no sooner than she had opened her button-up shirt to reveal her perky tits.”

With an hour and a half to spare before work, I decided to try my luck and contact her. What do I have to lose, I thought.

Looking around to ensure nobody could see me browsing AFF, I saw the blonde woman looking between her phone and the TV and the old guys chatting in the corner, all clear!

My hands shook as I sent the message to the notorious harlot. It went a little something like this:

“Good evening, Catherine! I just want to say I’m a huge fan of your work and want to thank you for opening my mind to new worlds of sex. What are you up to tonight? I’m currently working in Belfast for a few weeks. If you’re free, I was wondering if it’s possible to meet you and take you out for a few drinks. It would be an honor!”

Putting my phone down, my pulse was racing at the slim chance of meeting the infamous Queen of Whores.

Sipping my drink, I made fleeting eye contact with the blonde sitting in the booth, and she flashed a polite, friendly smile at me before returning to her phone.

As I looked down, I saw that my message on Adult Friend Finder had been read. ‘Catherine is typing…’ it informed me. Fuck me, I thought. Is this actually happening?

At The Throne Of The Queen of Whores

My heart was beating out of my chest. I looked around the pub to distract me from what Catherine might say, and my gaze inadvertently went to the petite blonde in the booth again.

I watched as she typed on her phone with her legs crossed. I admired her classy but equally slutty high heels, short black pencil skirt, and stockings topped off with a stylish Barbour jacket beside her.

Then, it hit me. It was as if all of Catherine’s sex confessions had been a puzzle leading up to this moment. I truly believed I was laying my eyes upon the Queen of Whores herself.

Staring at her in a confused daze, I was brought back to reality by the Adult Friend Finder app on my phone. *Ping!* It was her.

“Hey, Craig! I hope you’re enjoying our fine city. I’m not up to much, I just met a friend for drinks in town, but I’m heading home soon. I’d love to meet tonight, but I had a small Gooner get-together at my apartment last night, so it’s a bit of a mess!”

As our messages went back and forth, I convinced myself it was Catherine in the booth. With the ice broken on AFF, I decided to walk over.

I felt like I was approaching a queen on her throne. She was staring at me intently with gentle but fierce eyes. It made my cock twitch and my heart race simultaneously.

“Ex- excuse me, I’m sorry to bother you. But you’re not Catherine by any chance, are you?” I can’t explain it, but this woman had sapped my confidence without saying a word.

“Oh my god, are you Craig?” she said as a surprised grin appeared across her cute face. “What a small world, hey? Come and sit down!”

As she introduced herself with a cuddle, her gentle perfume filled my nose, and my hands rested on her silky smooth skin. I’d had one pint, but I felt drunk at the experience.

I bought Catherine a drink, Bushmills and Coke. Despite her fierce reputation, she had the ability to put me at ease in seconds, and the conversation flowed beautifully.

It was such an honor to be in her presence. We discussed everything from porn and sleazy destinations to her craziest experiences and pieces of advice she had for me.

Whenever Catherine sipped her drink, I couldn’t help but gaze in awe of her. This woman had been at the forefront of the most audacious sexual debauchery I’d ever heard of.

She spoke brazenly about the number of men she’d proudly fucked, of her records in creampie gangbangs, and her pride in spreading Pornosexuality to more people. The hours flew by.

“Anyway, what time are you starting work tonight?” Catherine said whilst finishing her drink.

Fuck! I only had thirty minutes until I started my shift. I genuinely considered calling in sick to stay longer in Catherine’s presence, but she wisely advised me against it.

Bringing the glasses back to the bar, we prepared to leave. As Catherine stood up, I got a full view of her in all of her glory.

A pair of elegant stockings led your eyes up to a beautiful ass perfectly clad in a pencil skirt. Beneath there is a pussy that has sucked the soul out of hundreds of men, I thought.

“It was so lovely to meet you tonight, Craig; it’s always a joy to speak with fans of my work, and even better when it’s in person!” Catherine said, zipping up her jacket.

As we passed the first set of doors out of the pub, I slipped into the gent’s toilets and told Catherine I’d meet her outside to say goodbye.

The pub’s toilets were classic of a working-class pub; piss-soaked floors with the stench of urine battling the scent of cheap cleaning products.

As a stream of my pee battered the metallic toilet troth, the sound filled the empty toilets. When a finger rudely tapped me on the right shoulder, I jumped out of my skin. It was her.

Catherine’s polite and friendly persona had shifted. She was now behind me with an intimidating, almost primal look in her eye.

“You didn’t think I’d let you come to Belfast without a real Whoreuro memory to remember, did you?” Catherine muttered whilst biting her lip. “Come into the cubicle with me, now!”

Filthy Toilet Sex

Catherine didn’t even check the piss-covered toilet seat before she sat down on it. She sat down no sooner than she had opened her button-up shirt to reveal her perky tits.

I hadn’t even had a chance to shake my cock dry of piss before it was pulled between her lust-fuelled lips. It began with one hand on my cock and the other violently pulling her nipple.

Gentlemen, what happened next can only be described as the most almighty blowjob I’ve ever had in my entire life. To say that it was ”Porn-grade” was an understatement.

Staring up at me with a burning look of perversion in her eyes, Catherine launched a mouthful of spit onto my cock and spread it across my shaft. Now lubed up, she made it vanish down her throat.

This girl didn’t do slow and steady foreplay, she specialized in lust. I felt my dick vanish down her petite neck as she choked and gargled.

Grabbing my hand, she wrapped it around her throat so I could feel my own meat inside of her windpipe. Holding onto the graffiti-strewn walls for support, I had to battle the urge to cum.

”I slammed into her with extreme force. I fucked her asshole like a cheap rental and didn’t care about the consequences or the damage I’d cause for the next man to slide into it. With each thrust, I felt Catherine’s meaty cunt kiss my ballsack and attach itself to them with ropes of grool.”

Between Catherine’s loud gagging, the river of spit splashing onto the floor, and her dirty talk, the sexual noise in the toilet was immense. But was only going to get filthier.

”Your fuck meat tastes divine!” Catherine slurred, almost drunk from the sex. Jumping up, she grabbed my head violently and pushed her tongue down my throat. ”Taste it, babe!” she said, giggling wildly.

Sitting back on the toilet, Catherine resumed her sloppy head game. This time, though, her hand had reached between her leg, yanked her panties aside, and started roughly masturbating her meaty cunt.

Seeing her hanging labia was mindblowing. Below me was the infamous pussy I’d heard so many filthy tales about. The sweet scent of her cunt oozed through the booth. It was enough to make you drunk.

Then, Catherine buried my dick back down her throat. Her nose was buried in my pubes, her oxygen cut off. All fell silent as she choked herself senseless and rubbed her meaty twat like a woman possessed.

Suddenly, the familiar frying chicken-style sound bounced around the toilet booth. Catherine moaned as she squirted into the toilet bowl, rattling like an addict with her legs sliding around uncontrollably.

Slowly pulling herself off my cock, a trail of drool connected her wet lips to my shaft. She was now a different woman from the one I’d seen sitting in that booth a few hours ago.

”Like what you see?” Catherine slurred when she caught my eyes staring at her cunt. ”It’s crazy how hypnotic my fuck pit can be. But do you want to know a little secret?”

Catherine stood up, causing droplets of juices to leak down her thighs. Looking me in the eye, she stuffed her sticky fingers in my open mouth and bit my ear.

”My asshole is way tighter, so how about you come back to mine and turn it inside out with that fuck stick?”

The taste of her sweet cunt made my eyes roll. Fuck, what was this pussy made out of? I thought to myself. She had me right where she wanted me, and we were soon heading outside.

Alley Sex in Catherine’s Sexual Hunting Ground

Leading me by the hand, Catherine was walking me back to her place when my phone pinged. ”Where the fuck are you? You’d better not be on the piss!” an angry text from my Belfast foreman read.

Fuck! No! I’d lost track of time. As much as I wanted to sample this infamous asshole, I couldn’t risk losing my job. I glumly showed Catherine the text and asked if we could rearrange for another time.

”Fuck that, it won’t take long!” she said while dragging me into an alleyway behind the pub. It was the kind of place any sane person would avoid like the plague on a cold wet night, but here we were.

Behind a pair of industrial bins, Catherine hiked her pencil skirt up and pulled her panties down. Leaning against the wall, she jiggled her white asscheeks at me and laughed with a look of pure lust in her eyes.

As I slid a condom on, I saw that Catherine looked a little disappointed. Still, she reached for a packet of lube in her handbag, tore it open, and slathered it all over my cock before sliding it in.

I’ve fucked a handful of women up the ass before, and always found it to be a nightmare at first. They’re always too tight and you always have to take it super slow. It’s a mood killer.

But her ass was on another level. It felt like the best pussy I’d ever had and it glided in like a dream. She released a guttural moan as my dick entered, and my balls gently collided with her dripping labia.

”What the fuck are you doing?” Catherine asked in response to my slow strokes. ”This is a whore hole. Fuck it like you mean it! Make my bowels remember it!”

Who am I to disobey the Queen of Whores? I slammed my dick into her bowels as hard as I could, causing her to groan with that distinctive blend of pain and pleasure that only anal can guarantee.

With each thrust, the more the intensity of Catherine’s dirty talking grew. The filth of this whore’s imagination shocked me to the core, and these are just some of the things that stood out the most.

• Are you fucking my bowels because you’re scared to get me pregnant? You don’t want to breed with a gutterslut?
• I love how you’re abandoning my slit. My fuck pit feels so pathetic, dripping with lust, while my pipe gets all of the attention.
• Do you have a girlfriend? I fucking hope you do! You should go home with the taste of my bowels still on your cock and make her suck it off!

Looking down, the sight of Catherine’s fuckable ass jiggling from the force of my cock was divine. As was the sight of her high heels fighting a losing battle to stay in place on the wet cobblestones.

But underneath her heel, I saw Catherine standing on a used condom and grinding it into the damp ground. ”Seems we’re not the only people who use this alley to fuck!” I whispered.

”Oh, that?” Catherine said, looking down at the discarded condom, ”That’s probably one of my others. You’re not the first person I’ve milked down this alleyway, you know?”

I felt like I was on her sexual hunting ground. Catherine reached back and wrapped her petite hand around my neck, yanking my ear closer to her mouth.

”It feels way better without a condom, you know?” She said with a fearsome look in her eyes that made it impossible to resist.

I needed no further encouragement. I tore the condom off, spat on my raw cock, and slid it balls deep into her. The moans she made were far more intense and the feeling of raw fuck meat sent her wild.

Burying myself balls-deep in her silky asshole made my mouth hang open. As I fucked her harder than ever, I felt drool leaking out and landing on her ass. Her corrupting holes had turned me into a zombie!

”Don’t… Don’t fucking stop,” Catherine said in an intense tone as she held onto the wall. ”Whatever happens, don’t you dare stop!”

I slammed into her with extreme force. I fucked her asshole like a cheap rental and didn’t care about the consequences or the damage I’d cause for the next man to slide into it.

With each thrust, I felt Catherine’s meaty cunt kiss my ballsack and attach itself to them with ropes of grool. Then, it happened.

Catherine went silent and her body shook uncontrollably. Suddenly, I felt my jeans get drenched. Her pussy had given way and spurted jets of squirt all over me and down her stockings.

Then, my whole world went black. I experienced one of the most powerful orgasms of my entire life, sending rope after rope of sperm deep into her guts.

”Yes… Yes… Fuckin’ yes… breed my bowels, you dirty fuckin’ cunt!” Catherine growled in the grip of her nymphomania. As I pulled out, she promptly yanked her panties up to keep the cum inside her.

As I stood there with my legs shaking, Catherine gently dropped to her knees and sucked my cock clean in an ass-to-mouth blowjob before gently putting it back into my wet trousers.

”I think you’d better get to work, hadn’t you?” she said with a wink and a kiss. As we locked tongues for one last time, I could taste a blend of my own cum, her slit juice, and her glorious asshole.

We parted ways, and as I made my way to work, I looked back to see Catherine walking home down the wet streets of Belfast.

On the surface, nobody would know how debauched this well-dressed woman truly was. Nor would they realize that her bowels were full of hot cum after some of the sleaziest alley sex imaginable.

A Night Shift To Remember

If anybody wanted to get up to no good on the site I was working on; tonight would have been the night. The only thing going through my mind was Whoreuro.

For the rest of my shift, I browsed Catherine’s photos and sex stories as the scent of her promiscuous pussy was ingrained in my stubble.

Needless to say, the floor of my security booth was sticky with cum by the morning. I sucked Catherine’s sweet juices off my fingers as I pumped myself silly.

I’ll never forget the night that a browse through Adult Friend Finder and a drop of fate brought me between the legs of one of the world’s most notorious whores.