Standing outside the sleazy, neon-illuminated doorway, I rang the bell and momentarily felt my finger stick to it. I could feel the eyes of local passers-by looking at me.
There was no hiding that this was some sort of sex establishment. But the monetary social shame was worth it for the mature granny hooker who awaited me inside.
“If you want supermodels, go to Artemis!” My German friend had told me, “if you want battle-hardened whores, go to this little joint; it’s cheap and doesn’t disappoint!”
With a less-than-discreet buzz, the door creaks open, and I’m finally allowed inside. There to greet me is a scantily-clad middle-aged woman who looks like she’s just woken up.
“Kino is 6 euros!” she said through muffled lips whilst sparking a cigarette.
Compared to FKK clubs like Artemis, where the entrance fee alone is 80 euros, this was a refreshing change for my wallet. I paid and ventured inside.
“I gave her a few minutes to recover and gently lapped at her leaking juices as they trailed down over her puckered asshole. Then, her sexual energy came back with a vengeance.”
Because truth be told, I’d been heavily active on the likes of hookup apps like Adult Friend Finder since I arrived. So I’d had my fair share of local loose women in their prime.
After a few days, I wanted a woman with a bit more wear on her tires. And my friends, depending on your preference for older women, the sight awaiting me inside was heaven.
No less than eight whores aged 40 to mid-60s stood before me. But one, a blonde and ridiculously busty GILF, had her eye firmly on me.
I didn’t know it then, but this mature granny hooker was to give me a sexual experience like no other. This is the true debauched sex story as it happened.
Meet Francesca: A Hot Granny Hooker From Romania
“He’s mine, girls!” The rough and ready blonde whore, who I’d later discover was called Francesca, said dominantly to her slutty colleagues before leading me to the porn cinema.
She was short, curvy and aged in her late forties but had the energy and playfulness of a 21-year-old college girl. Her cheap perfume hung in my nostrils as she led me by the hand.
This porn theater slash brothel was divided into two cosy sex cinemas illuminated in red neon.
In the corridors around were a series of rooms with mirrored walls where porn cinemagoers could take one of the roaming whores when the mood struck.
Taking a seat on a couch at the back, I hardly had time to enjoy the cinematic porn experience before Francesca sat next to me and flopped her stocking-clad legs over mine.
We made small talk and got to know each other as Francesca lightly rubbed my growing cock through my jeans. Taking it slow, I decided to see what the other girls were like first.
“Well, take a look, baby!” Francesca said before sticking her tongue down my throat, “but I promise you, none of them will fuck you as I will. I love younger guys like you. I’m waiting!”
The Mature Hooker Meet And Greet (International!)
One by one, the working girls at this porn theater came in to meet me. There were eight in total, but here are the highlights:
- Natasha: A redhead mid-50s GILF from Saint Petersburg, Russia. Dressed in white lingerie, her pure, wedding-like appearance didn’t match her personality. Natasha claimed she could suck my heart out through my dick but that she’d keep it afterwards.
- Synthia: Remember Marta, the evil-looking woman who was sitting on the bed of the Sunray Motel in Scarface? Well, Synthia looked like her if she hadn’t met her demise at the end of a machine gun. Synthia offered a strap-on fuck so brutal that if I weren’t crying at the end of it, she’d give me my money back.
- Cassie: The youngest of the three, a mid-20s skinny Dominican girl with poor English but a penchant for hard anal sex, according to the text she put into Google Translate. She boasted that all holes were open for business at no extra charge. But not my thing. I mean, why have lamb when you can have prime matured beef?
But, my friends, I’m a sucker for a giant pair of tits. Whilst all of these women made my dick throb, the busty and confident Francesca had marked my meat as her territory.
I leaned around the corner to call her back, and she strutted back into the porn cinema like a triumphant lioness who had just got her prey.
As we discussed the prices and what was included, I heard another punter enter the brothel and take Natasha into the voyeur room directly above us.
“Baby, I’m down for anything!” Natasha said through lustful gritted teeth. “The price for thirty minutes is 50 Euros. But if you make me cum hard, I’ll extend the time for free”
This nympho GILF whore had me. As we headed to the room, I saw Natasha’s Russian face pressed against the glass as a German man mercilessly fucked her doggy style.
It has inspired me. I wanted some exhibitionist sex with this mature granny hooker. Luckily, she was more than open-minded enough to accommodate me.
Exhibitionist Sex In a Porn Cinema
Inside the cheap, red walls of one of the sex rooms, I could see the rest of the mature hookers hanging around the tight corridors outside, waiting for their next client.
When Francesca’s gold-laden mature hand reached out to close the door, I stopped her in her tracks.
“Leave it open, Francesca”, I said with a wink, “I want everyone to see me fucking a woman as beautiful as you.”
A proudly confident smile appeared across her face, and her hand dropped to her side. My compliment had made her cunt twitch; she wanted to be seen too.
When I handed Francesca her fee, her eyes didn’t even look at the money. This Romanian GILF had her gaze fixed on me.
She subconsciously bore her teeth like a wild animal about to pounce on her prey. And pounce she fucking did!
I was thrown on the bed and straddled by this curvy Romanian whore as she used her long, wet tongue to launch a sloppy assault deep into my throat.
I absorbed the strong taste of stale cigarettes and the unmistakable taste of vodka as I sucked on this Romanian hooker’s tongue and wondered how many dicks it had serviced his week.
Climbing off me, Francesca lay back on the cheap red bed, spread her thick thighs and flawlessly peeled her black panties off her mature granny pussy. Fuck, it was beautiful!
A tiny landing strip of blonde pubic hair led your eyes to a meaty quagmire of hooker pussy meat glistening alluringly in the red neon lights.
I didn’t need to be told what to do next and quickly stuffed my face as deep into her veteran pussy as I could.
And the noise… Fuck me, the noise! This Romanian harlot wailed like a Banshee and gripped the back of my head with both hands as I tongue-fucked her dripping slit.
For better leverage, I gripped her oversized pornstar-style heels and tongued manically until she convulsed and came all over my face.
“When the candles are out, all women are fair.”
– Romanian Proverb.
I gave her a few minutes to recover and gently lapped at her leaking juices as they trailed down over her puckered asshole. Then, her sexual energy came back with a vengeance.
Francesca rudely pushed my head away and forced me to lie on my back before squatting over me in the cowgirl position.
As my dick lined up with her pussy, it was baptised with a couple of droplets of juices leaking from Francesca’s dripping twat.
Looking over her shoulder, I realized we weren’t alone. Three of the other working girls were peering around the open doorframe with a look of curious jealousy in their eyes.
Of course, Francesca didn’t need to look over her shoulder. She knew the rival hookers were watching. What I didn’t know is that Francesca was about to put on a filthy show.
My Hot Granny Ass Can Take More Than That!
The fucking sight of this Romanian GILF bouncing on my cock was one that will stay with me, and probably all of the other whores watching, forever.
Her gigantic natural tits bounced wildly as she slammed her hips down on my meat. A layer of sweat glazed them and made them look oiled up, and her sexual ferocity was insane.
She lustfully babbled to herself in Romanian and ground into my meat like I was a cheap sex toy.
When I moaned uncontrollably, it seemed to put her off her rhythm, so she roughly grabbed my face and buried it between her giant mommy milkers to shut me the fuck up.
Nestled in the soft, warm and sweaty confined of her tits, it was hard not to cum, believe me.
The ultimate test came when she orgasmed hard on my cock, and I felt her juices tickle my balls. She climbed off my quivering dick and fell on the bed next to me.
“Clean me, baby!” Francesca said in her accented English whilst gesturing to her sweaty, well-fucked, and juice-laden pussy, “be a good boy for mommy, ah?”
Lust paved the way, and I lapped at her slit. Hold on, did she just refer to herself as mommy? I thought to myself. This bitch was fucking depraved!
Francesca saw the realisation of what she’d just said hit me as I looked up at her over her puffy clitoris. She felt zero shame and simply grinned defiantly.
Now, this is where things went even crazier. When I tried to have another go on that pussy, Francesca winced and said she was too sensitive after the recent orgasm.
“Fuck, she had me. I didn’t want to entertain Francesca’s sordid mom-and-son fetish, but she’d dominated me and every whore in the room. I felt my balls begin to rumble.”
Then, her eyes flicked to her rival hooker colleagues, and, not wanting to be outdone, she proposed an idea I was very supportive of.
“Give my pussy a break for a few minutes, but you can fuck my ass if you like?” Francesca said boldly, “no extra money, baby! Free!”
In a pure prostitute power move, Francesca looked through the open door and demanded one of the younger hookers, a skinny ebony whore from the Dominican Republic, fetch her some lube.
The young hooker did what she was told and came back with a bottle of Durex lube. Francesca bent over, slapped a dollop of her well-fucked asshole, and spread her cheeks.
I’d like to say it was tight, but this was an asshole that many men had enjoyed. I slid in flawlessly and went balls deep without Francesca even making a peep.
Despite how hard I fucked her hole, Francesca didn’t even flinch. At some points, she was goading me and reminding me that her asshole could take much more damage than I was giving her.
It wasn’t as tight as some assholes I’ve been in, but it felt fucking good! I loved the sensation of my hanging balls smashing into Francesca’s sloppy pussy.
But, as I said, she was sensitive for the time being, so she placed her hands over her pussy to protect herself. Her many gold rings only served to tear out some of my pubes.
Not ideal. But hey! It’s free anal! So I couldn’t complain. I must have spent a good ten minutes deep in Francesca’s asshole until her pussy was revived.
By now, there were five hookers blatantly watching from the open door, and some punters had walked past and peered inside too. It was time for Francesca’s final crescendo.
Cum For Mama!
Gently removing my cock from her ass, Francesca checked to make sure all was clear after the impromptu anal session, which, thankfully, it was.
To say we’d fucked hard was an understatement. It was time for me to cum, and Francesca seemed to know exactly how I like to breed whores; lying between their divine thighs.
Laying on the bed, Natasha positioned herself so that her head was hanging upside down on the edge of the mattress with her eye line, you guessed it, directly at the open door.
As I slid into Francesca’s incredible GILF pussy once again, I felt my balls kissed by the warm, wet sensation of her freshly-fucked asshole, which was far better than the kiss her ring-clad hands had given them.
She launched another sloppy kissing session as I slammed into her and watched as her incredible tits bounced wildly below me. But, mostly, Francesca wasn’t looking at me.
She kept throwing her head over the end of the bed and glaring into the eyes of her rival hookers with glee and taunting them by wailing like a whore.
Some decided to walk off rather than give her any satisfaction, but others couldn’t pull themselves away.
“Do it! Be a good boy a cum for mama, ah?” Francesca said, looking back into my eyes, “I’ve worked hard, no? I deserve all of your cum, no?”
Fuck, she had me. I didn’t want to entertain Francesca’s sordid mom-and-son fetish, but she’d dominated me and every whore in the room. I felt my balls begin to rumble.
Looking deep into Natasha’s corruptive eyes, she gripped me by either side of the jaw and forced my head to stare straight at the remaining whores standing in the doorway.
Of course, she did the same. We were both staring straight ahead into the gaggle of hookers as I came. All of them saw me at my most vulnerable as my cum face appeared.
As soon as she’d emptied my balls and asserted her dominance, Francesca dumped me like a toy she didn’t want to play with anymore.
Do All Granny Sex Stories End Unceromniously?
After throwing me a pack of wet wipes to clean myself and kissing me on the cheek, Francesca left the room.
“That’s how it’s done, girls!” She said sassily as she walked past the hookers standing at the door. They’d seen enough, and I was left to clean up alone.
As I stepped back out onto the streets of Berlin, I was reminded of one of my favourite quotes from the movie Black Sea:
“Boats are like whores: the old ones know how to look after you best.”
Oh, how true it is!
With my energy completely spent, I retired to a classic Berlin Donner restaurant to chow down on some comfort food.
For some reason, it reminded me of the women I’d just spent thirty of some of the most debauched and taboo minutes of my life with, although I can’t think why!
