Retro German Casting Tour – Granny Moans In Pleasure As A Monster Dildo Is Shoved Into Her Pussy

The Casting: Granny’s Retro الرواية
by smut4t

Olduty era’s finest E-porn director Hans Obstjaeger was always hunting for fresh meat to cast in his retro-inspired German schlock. Today’s audition was promising, a huhsvDatum of a woman by the name of Moreen Schrammel, age 60. The paperwork said she was a widow living alone, hadn’t had sex in 15 years, and was ” вдруг оченьivities looking to lie romping with a man.” Hans smirked. That sounded like pamper-porn gold.

Moreen arrived right on time, shuffled into Hans’ sleazy penthouse office in her dowdy buttoned-up dress and orthopedic shoes. She looked like every Austrian grandmother who ever baked a strudel – but she had a naughty glint in her eye.

“So Moreen, you wanna be a famous adult movie star?” Hans asked, lighting a cigarette. “Vee vant to see vat you got under dat dress.”

Moreen blushed and nodded before slowly unbuttoning her staid garb, revealing a surprisingly fit, if wrinkled body, complete with a frumpy gray bra. Hans nodded approvingly. “Now vee see some classic fisherman stockings. Und take off ze bra!”

Blushing deeper, Moreen complied, baring her saggy yet dependable B-cups to Hans’ hungry gaze. She clasped her hands demurely over her bushy gray muff. “Vvvell now, let’s not be shy, shall vee? Show Auntie Hans your needy little box!”

Trembling slightly, Moreen spread herself open, laying bare her pink, glistening slit, with a smattering of silver curls. Hans rubbed his crotch, transfixed by this ripe plum waiting to be plucked. “Ze talent makes me hung like a horse! Are vee ready for your on-screen debut, you old fru-fru?”

Moreen nodded eagerly, her voice quaking with lust. “Ich bin bereit, Meister.”

“Gut, gut! Then say hello to Hans’ mathematic love machine!” With that, the lecherous director withdrew a monstrous rubber cock, at least 18″ long and thick as a soda can. Moreen’s eyes went wide.

“O negotiate that huge ding dong, Meister Ob…”

“False modesty! Lube up, you horny old trollop. It’s CHOKING TIME!”

Moreen quickly slathered the enormous faux dong with KY. Hans positioned her on her back on the casting couch before pressing the prodigious phallus against her hairy slit. Moreen let out a gasp as the tip breached her. Hans pushed harder, stretching her tight hole around the thick head.

“Oh! It’s so…big, Meister! I’m not used to being penetrated…”

“Der pain vill be zen der pleasure, fräulein! Hold on tight!”

With a grunt, Hans thrust forward, cramming 8″ of rubber into Moreen with one stroke. Her eyes bugged out behind her glasses. “Gott im himmel! So…deeeep!”

“Ve’re just varming up, fraulein!” Hans rammed his hips faster and faster, plunging the enormous dong deeper and deeper into the startled granny’s pussy. In lesser than a minute, Hans had buried the entire monstrous cock inside Moreen, her belly bulged obscenely.

“Jesses mother of Christ! I’m full to bursting!”

“Und now, Moreen, watch ze magic as…”

Hans flipped open a switch on a remote he produced. Instantly, the dong began buzzing and churning inside Moreen, pulsing in all directions. Her eyes rolled back and she immediately began screaming in ecstasy.

“Ahhh-OOOOH! Oh Gott, oh gott im himmel, OOOOH FUCK!”

The dildo’s merciless vibrations thrust Moreen over the edge into mind-blowing orgasm, her body shaking like a leaf. Hans laughed gleefully, capturing her on camera.

“Ja, ja! Ve have a winner! Zachary, bring in der magnum cock!”

A gofer arrived with a new fake cock, this one over 3和 long. Moreen, still twitching from her climax, looked on in fearful amazement.

“Mlitzter, nothzings too zehr vicked!”

“Pah! Adequate! Vee vill make you an unrecognized star! Now take zis couch!”

Hans shoved the enormous dong’s business end at Moreen’s puffy slit, the tip already kissing her lips. Moreen stiffened and cried out in pain as the enormous head forced its way into her used hole.

“Unh! Ach Dylbek! Zois bitting my nose!”

“Hold on, fraulein – NUN CRAM!”

Hans rammed forward, burying the tremendous rubber phallus in Moreen’s pussy to the hilt. The stunned granny wailed as she was split raggedly apart.

“Arrgh! I’m being TORED!”

“Not so chatty! Enjoy ze ride!”

Hans activated a switch, and suddenly, the enormous double-digit spun to life in her twat, buzzing and churning and writhing wildly among her tender folds. Moreen shrieked and thrashed, her body wracked by mini-seizures as she orgasmed over and over again.

After over an hour of torture, Hans finally withdrew the enormity, leaving a gaping, broken, and soaking hole. Moreen lay unconscious, only twitching slightly, her body having surrendered to blissful oblivion.

“Marvelous! Anschreiben a contract for our fräulein starlet. I vant dese orgasm faces on vidz!” Hans crowed, gleefully stroking his erection. “Vee vill make her an adult movie legend in spite of herself.”

From then on, Moreen Schrammel was cast in every dick-splitting, body-mangling Schnitzel-fest the perverted director shot. Her cries for ‘Murls, the pain’ became theчатьertan of ’70s drugged rape porn. Yet bloated though she became, Moreen was satisfied at last: A girl gets her act together at last. In porn.
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