Recently, I had the honour of having an exclusive interview with Catherine Duffy in her native Belfast. If you haven’t read this debauched insight, I highly suggest you do!
I’ve worked remotely with the notorious whore for months now, so it was fantastic to meet in person. But I had no idea of the porn star experience that was coming after the interview.
As the whiskey flowed, both of us became increasingly horny. Luckily, Catherine was more than keen to do a far more seedy part II of the interview back at her place.
Fast forward ten minutes, and we’re in the elevator of her swanky Belfast apartment block with a bottle of whisky. I’ve fucked a lot of women, but none with the notoriety of Catherine.
“Fu… Fu… Fuckkkkk! Go harder. Don’t be afraid to mess up that cunt. Put me in my place and do it right. Make me squeal like a cheap whore!” Catherine barked as her head rolled back.
She had made men cry at the end of a strap on and corrupted others into a lifelong commitment to whores. I will admit, that I was nervous about what was to come.
They say never meet your heroes. But should you meet your favourite whores or keep your relationship strictly online? Keep reading to find out. If you dare…
Trying a Whoreuro Cocktail
“Hang this up for me, sweetheart, and I’ll make you a drink,” Catherine said with a smile, exchanging the bottle of Bushmills Whiskey in my hand with her tiny Barbour jacket.
Walking into the kitchen of an immaculate apartment overlooking Belfast, Catherine was bent over the worktop and opening the whiskey to start making our drinks.
I saw her glance her tipsy eyes back to see if I was looking at her toned ass. When she saw I was, I caught the flash of a grin on her face. She knew what she was doing.
“Oh, fuck sake! I really need a man in this house. Can you get two of those glasses down for me, hun?” Catherine asked pointing up to the cupboard directly above her head.
As I got closer, I realized she could easily have reached them herself. But there was no way I could without pressing her from behind. I felt her perfect ass dock against my crotch.
“I’m not in your way am I, Karl?” She asked mischievously whilst slowly pushing her ass back into me. Grabbing my hand and leading it towards her, she asked “Can I show you a secret?”
My hand rubbed against her toned asscheeks before she slipped it up her skirt and between her asscheeks. Of course, she wasn’t wearing panties. Nestled in her ass was a diamond butt plug.
“Im disappointed in myself,” I laughed, “we’ve been together all day and I didn’t realize you were plugged or forgot your panties! Nobody would ever know.”
“The plug wasn’t the problem, it was my leaking pussy on the leather chair towards the end. I thought I was going to end up sliding off it!” Catherine laughed.
Then, pushing me back slightly, she maintained filthy eye contact and slowly removed the metallic butt plug and sucked it clean of what I presume was edible lube.
“Your Whoreuro cocktail is almost ready,” Catherine proudly said. It was a Bushmills and Coke but stirred together with the butt plug that had been in her ass all day.
Never have I wanted to down an entire whiskey and coke in one go. I tried to remain composed as I sipped the beautiful mix of alcohol and Catherine’s ass.
“Enjoy! Now, let me show you my sex rooms!” Catherine said excitedly whilst leading by the hand through her apartment.
The Porn Room
You’ve probably all heard about Catherine’s sex room. Now, she’s recently finished what she calls ‘The Porn Room’. It’s essentially a Goonette cave. Here are some of the highlights:
- Walls adorned with erotic art, signed pornstar portraits, and photos of Catherine with various adult actresses whom she’s met over the years.
- A classic casting couch that came from a porn set. Complete with cum stains and the unmistakable smell of sleaze.
- An enormous TV to watch her extensive library of porn. If you want to go old school, Catherine has a bookcase that boasts a huge collection of retro porn magazines.
To be in such an intimate environment with such an esteemed whore felt like a dream come true. As the porn PMV began playing, Catherine passionately discussed every aspect of it.
From how the right lighting can show off the contours of a cock-ravaged asshole to the different textures of semen, this is a woman who knows sex and sin like the back of her hand.
I popped into the bathroom. Coming back into the porn room, Catherine was looking back at me over the top of the cum-stained casting couch.
“What are you up to?” I asked her jokingly from the doorway.
As she beckoned me over with a grin, I slowly realized she’d slipped out of her jeans. Her notorious pussy was on display with the flickering lights of the porn on the TV dancing over it.
“So that’s the pussy I’ve heard so much about,” I said entranced by the infamous meaty slit in front of me. “I’ve gotta say, I’m not disappointed. That’s a God-tier pussy!”
“Goddess-tier pussy, you mean?” Catherine said, correcting me. “Show it the respect it deserves.” She ordered whilst lighting a cigarette and beckoning for me to get on my knees.
I’m now eye-level with a soul-sucking pussy countless men have dreamed about seeing in person. Its sweet scent is almost hypnotic and pulls me in towards it.
“I know guys who’d pay to be where you are,” she laughed. “It’s crazy how a well-used jezebel twat is more appealing to some guys than a virgin pussy. But it’s good news for me aft- ohh!”
The Proper Irish Experience
I cut her off mid-sentence. In a whiskey haze, I felt like an invisible chain had pulled me into Catherine’s pussy. In a flash, I was hypnotically eating her meaty pussy.
As I sucked at her flaps, wrapped my tongue around her clit, and plunged it deep into her fuck-hole, images of what this veteran harlot pussy had seen and done flashed through my head.
Riding random dicks in porn cinemas, taking anonymous creampies in Gloryholes, and being bred by over 40 men in an afternoon, the forbidden nature of it all pushed me further.
“Fuck, I really needed this. I wanted to fuck your face all day.” Catherine said in a lust-driven tone. “Finger me, I want to cum. Better take your clothes off, I don’t want to mess them up”.
Stripping off, I couldn’t bear to be away from her pussy for a second more and threw myself back into the action, making sure my tongue avoided the dried cum on her black porno couch.
Hooking my fingers to hit Catherine’s G-spot, I had goosebumps as my hand was engulfed by her wet twat. Clamping my lips over her click, I sucked gently as her breathing quickened.
“Fu… Fu… Fuckkkkk! Go harder. Don’t be afraid to mess up that cunt. Put me in my place and do it right. Make me squeal like a cheap whore!” Catherine barked as her head rolled back.
As she neared orgasm, her slit dribbled over my palm. Then, I felt my mouth fill up rapidly with a slightly sweet liquid. She’d squirted. I couldn’t keep up with how much there was.
My chest hair was drenched. Thank fuck she told me to strip, I thought. The black couch was glistening with her squirt and my saliva. Both of us took a breather and sipped our drinks.
“How’s your Whoreuro cocktail?” Catherine asked shivering from her orgasm. “It’s beautiful. The taste of your ass and Bushmills, what more can I ask for?” I laughed.
“Oh yeah? Do you like the taste of my ass? Well, I’ve got another cocktail I think you’ll like,” Catherine said in a very matter-of-fact way. “Go and get the whiskey.”
As I came back into the room, Catherine was in the doggy position with her ass sticking out. As she rubbed lube over her winking asshole, she beckoned me closer.
“Open the whiskey and pour some in my hole. I’ll tell you when to stop. Then, lie down for me and shut your eyes. I’ll show you what a proper Irish cocktail is,” Catherine said excitedly.
I watched as the whiskey rose and then sank deep into her ass until she told me to lay down. Before I closed my eyes, the last thing I saw was her small hand covering her asshole.
I felt her feet plant on either side of my body as she squatted over me. “Open wideeee!” she yelled as a small river of whiskey squirted out of her ass and into my mouth.
Raising up, I hungrily lapped at her twitching ass and plunged my tongue between her cheeks and deep inside her hole, hungry for the erotic blend of alcohol and her slutty ass.
Pulling me to my feet, Catherine led me into her bedroom. Throwing me on the bed, she locked eyes with me and delivered a line that made my cock twitch.
“I’m going to show you what this pussy can really do. And you’re going to fuck me like a whore, ok?” She uttered whilst slipping into a crotchless bodystocking.
Let’s Put Your Cock to the Test!
Laying on my back, Catherine lay on her stomach and inspected my cock by slowly stroking it and flicking it.
“This cock has fucked a lot of whores, hasn’t it? Think it’ll be a match for me? I wonder if I can taste all the slits this has sampled if I suck hard enough” Catherine said with a smile.
With that, she dove throat-first into what is, without exaggeration, the most intense blowjob of my entire life. The perfect combination of deepthroating, spit, multi-tasking, and dirty talk like:
- “I’m going back to work on Monday. I’ll be using this mouth to speak to my executives. Little do they know it was used as a cheap fleshlight a few nights earlier.”
- “Use my throat like it’s a cheap Fleshlight! I want you to make my throat pregnant!”
- “Call me a dumb Bimbo whore whose sole existence centres around men’s cocks!”
- “I want your cum in my eyes. Every time I open them tomorrow, I want to be reminded of just what a cheap gutterslut I am!”
After about twenty minutes, Catherine’s makeup was absolutely ruined. Her eyes were pouring with tears and her hair was stuck to her face with deepthroat spit and pre-cum.
My cock was glistening with her spit. It was time. I was shaking as she stood up and lowered herself down onto my throbbing length.
“I belong to you tonight, Catherine. Please use my cock and cum all over me!” As soon as her pussy lips kissed the head of my cock, I was lost in ecstasy. “I exist to serve whores!”
Catherine was unphased by my lust-driven babbling. She simply smirked, rubbed the tip of my dick on her pussy lips, and said: “Darling, after tonight, I’ll own your sex-addict mind forever.”
When this harlot’s pussy engulfed my dick, I felt like I’d been given drugs. A warm wave came over my body, I tingled all over, and wild horses couldn’t drag me away.
And speaking of wild horses, that’s pretty much how Catherine rode me. She thrust and bucked her hips so hard I thought my cock would snap.
She was relentless. When I tried to slow her down with my hands, she’d rudely slap them away with an angry look and slam down on my harder.
When she slowed to take a breather, I gripped her slim body and smashed my hips into her with everything I had. I’ve fucked a lot of women senseless, but I’d met my match here.
I fucked her with enough force to make any woman’s eyes roll. But this hardened whore just smirked and threw her ass back.
It was like a battle to see who could make the other cum harder. I watched as a layer of sweat built on her as she rode me hard. The pleasure was so intense I found myself moaning wildly.
At one point, she lured me in mischievously pretending she wanted to tell me something. When I opened my mouth to ask what she wanted, she spat in it, slapped me, then tongued me deeply before the fucking recommenced.
“You’ve been talking all day,” Catherine said reaching into the laundry basket near the bed. “I’m the only one who can moan like a whore, so shut the fuck up and let me ride in peace!”
With that, she stuffed a pair of her dirty black panties deep into my throat. I found myself licking the incredible scent on them as she used my cock for her pleasure.
Don’t Kiss Whores, Karl, It’s Dangerous
Catherine rode my cock until she came violently. She squealed loudly and slapped me across the face as a gush of squirt pooled out onto my lower stomach.
Sliding off me, she lay beside me and pulled her panties out of my mouth. I took the lead and slid back into her quivering twat in missionary. Now face to face, naturally, I went in to kiss her.
“What are you doing?” She asked, stopping me abruptly with a smirk and a glint in her eye, “are you sure you want to kiss a whore? It can be dangerous, you know?”
She was right, but I didn’t care. As my cock thrust into her, we shared a deep and sloppy kiss. My throat was assaulted and violated by Catherine’s long tongue.
“If only you knew where my mouth had been!” Catherine laughed before plunging her tongue back into my mouth, moaning loudly with every thrust.
“Dump that load into my sordid hole. Fuck me like you mean it because once you’re addicted to Goonette whores like me we’ll ruin your life. Impregnate my whore asshole!”
Pulling my cock out of her dripping pussy, she gently pushed it further South. I felt it pop into her asshole before she began thrusting her ass up on my cock.
Fucking her ass in missionary was incredible. With every thrust, her well-fucked pussy kissed my upper groin and her puckered sphincter softly jabbed my balls.
I told Catherine that the amount of whiskey I’d drank made it hard to cum, but she promptly jumped into action and took care of that.
“Dump that load into my sordid hole. Fuck me like you mean it because once you’re addicted to Goonette whores like me we’ll ruin your life. Impregnate my whore asshole!”
After a few more thrusts, my balls erupted. I came so hard that I felt like my life flashed before my eyes. It felt like I was pumping my seed into her asshole forever.
I’m Not Finished
I’ll never forget the look of satisfaction on Catherine’s face after having her ass filled with spunk. I lay on her cum and jizz soaked sheets almost comatose.
In a whiskey and pussy-induced daze, I was about to fall asleep. But Catherine slapped me with an annoyed look on her face.
“Where the fuck are you going? I’m not finished! If you fall asleep, is it ok if I keep playing with your cock and watching porn?” Catherine asked abruptly.
I gave her the all-clear, and she set to work on getting my dick back up again as hardcore porn played on the huge TV at the end of her bed. I was passing in and out of sleep.
When I woke up at various stages of the night, I smiled at the sight of Catherine doing everything from lazily sucking my cock to rubbing her meaty clit on it to cum.
“Karl, wake up, I’m done,” Catherine said about an hour later, shaking me softly. “You’re going to have to sleep in the guest room, babe. It’s nothing personal.”
In short, Catherine explained that she hates guys cuddling her after sex. She likes to be fucked like a whore and left to sleep alone. The affection side is a big turn-off.
It’s always nice to fall asleep in the arms of a whore, I’ll admit, but I respected her wishes and headed to the guest room to return to my sleaze-induced slumber.
Waking Up To The Sounds of a Wild Goonette
Ever slept in the countryside and woken up to the sounds of a rooster? Well, in Catherine’s guest room, I was woken up by the sounds of a porn-addicted whore in full flow.
The muffled sounds of porn were coming through the wall accentuated by the soft gum of a vibrator. Both of them were overridden by the orgasmic moans and panting from Catherine.
Waking up with a hangover, I went into her kitchen to prepare a tray of coffee, water, pastries, and paracetamol before knocking on Catherine’s bedroom door to come in.
Still laying in our post-sex mess, she was furiously rubbing her slit to a Sanda Romain porno on-screen and smirked at me as I entered.
“Bloody hell, you just can’t get enough, can you?” I laughed, leaning over her masturbating body to put her coffee on the bedside table. As I did, she leaned in and tongued my ear.
“Fuck the coffee, get your tongue back in my cunt! I’ll fix your hangover!” She said through gritted teeth. Her voice was almost primal.
And so it resumed. We spent the morning purging our hangover with hard cock and dripping pussy. The best hangover cure anyone can ever wish for!
What Is Sex With The Notorious Whore Like & How To Meet Her Yourself?
Catherine has been a hero of mine for over a year and it’s been an honour to work together with her on numerous projects so meeting her in person was like a dream come true.
The woman is the living, breathing embodiment of powerful female sexuality. If you’re not confident, she’ll chew you up and spit you back out in bed.
Her inviting pussy and welcoming ass, both tenderized by hundreds of hard cocks over the years, will stay in your mind forever.
For the rest of your life, whenever you fuck a woman you’ll compare it to Catherine. I find myself thinking about her when I cum with other women.
It’s safe to say, I’ve been truly corrupted by the Queen of Whores. I don’t regret a single moment.
To meet her, you can reach out to her through her website or her Adult Friend Finder profile.
