So, you’re a regular reader of Whoreuro? Well, how much have you been paying attention? If you have, you’ll know that my job takes me to all corners of the world, including some very unexplored places.
You’ll also know that, aside from taking every opportunity to indulge in hardcore sleaze wherever I go, I’m also a bit of a history buff who adores the darker, more obscure sides of days gone by. In particular, I’m fascinated by the wild world of Soviet-era porn.
Outside of my work plan, I never truly know what awaits me in the destinations I visit, and I never could have expected what was to come in a forgotten corner of the former USSR on a recent jaunt. I’d wrapped up my work for the trip and had decided to extend my time in a particular post-Soviet country to explore.
Fast forward a few days, and I’m stepping off the train in an industrial-looking town that has hardly changed since the Soviet Union. I checked into a local hotel and began exploring the main drag before venturing into the backstreets to see what I could find. The place was almost deserted, with most young folks having gone to bigger cities to work.
”Pulling my lips off his cock, a trail of drool flopped down onto my tits. With one hand on his soaking cock and another violently rubbing my clit, I directed him to tip the ash of his cigarette into my mouth like I was a cheap ashtray.”
Fucking hell! I thought to myself, now there’s a throwback! Nestled behind some crumbling tower blocks was a dated kiosk selling a mish-mash of everything from old books and bikes to cheap goods from China and used clothes.
But what stood out about this place was that it was plastered with communist posters, Soviet flags, and icons of Lenin. I was drawn towards it, fascinated by this chaotic blend of weird stuff.
Suddenly, out comes the owner. A short guy who was easily in his 80s with a suspicious look on his face. In broken Russian, the lingua franca of this part of the world, I say hello and try to tell him that I’m interested in his, well, whatever the fuck this is!
Like any bored old man, he seems overjoyed to start explaining his life story and the tale of his chaotic stronghold of random stuff, caring little for whether I understand or not.
His initial suspicion had faded. He was now cracking jokes and smiling at the blonde foreigner in front of him, flirting like he was 19 again. Then, he beckons me inside to explore further.
But I had no idea what would happen next. If old man blowjob stories that see a woman milking a pensioner’s neglected balls put you off, stop reading now. However, as you’re a Whoreuro member and already have your cock in hand or fingers in your cunt, so let’s proceed with this perverse confession!
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The interior of this dingy shop was even more fascinating than the outside. This dude had enough Soviet antiques to fill a museum, but it seemed he’d kept them for nostalgia purposes. He was a hardcore commie from back in the day and made no bones about it.
“Take this!” He barked and offered me a crimson badge from the USSR as a present/souvenir. While I don’t identify with the ideology in any way, it looked pretty fucking cool, and I was more than happy with it.
He probably assumed Leaning over, he proceeded to pin it on the lapel of my jacket while not so discreetly coping a feel of my tit. Luckily, I didn’t mind. In fact, it made me a little wet.
But I’d been so engrossed by the artifacts in this place that I’d completely missed out on something extremely important: this place was littered with porn! I did spot the calendar on the wall when I first came in, but it was nothing hardcore and equally nothing more erotic than you’d see in any male workplace.
But When I looked closer at the piles of bric-a-brac lying around, I felt my cunt skitter at the sight of numerous black and white porn photos from the soviet era, retro Playboy posters, and piles of erotic novels.
This guy could see that my eyes were no longer fixed on the antique stuff and were now glued to the library of retro smut around the room. He looked embarrassed.
I, on the other hand, was triggered. I could feel my pulse racing and my body temperature rise at the sight of this porn and the fact that the environment around my had turned rather sleazy.
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“You like porn?” I asked in broken Russian while pulling out my phone. He quickly put his glasses on to see what I was going to show him, and I gently introduced him to photos from my Goon Cave before escalating to hardcore pictures of me dressed in some of my sluttiest outfits and doing things that would make a street whore blush.
“Would you like to put pictures of me on your wall?” I asked him through Google Translate. He responded with a nod and a seedy grin complimented with gold teeth.
I edged closer towards him and stared him in the eye. Behind him were the exposed tits of Eastern European whores looking right at me, almost encouraging me to do something perverse.
I wrapped my hand around his cock and felt the heat emanating from between his thighs, causing him to gasp with a look of disbelief on his face. I couldn’t believe I was doing this, and I still can’t believe what I did next, but porn can make you do some debauched things.
I dropped to my knees on the sticky wooden floor and pawed at his pants like a bitch in heat, and his old, flaccid dick was now eye level with me. After launching a mouthful of spit at it to get it lubed up and sloppy, it was soon in my mouth like a perverted gummy worm.
Like a good whore, I locked eyes with him from below and gently slid my hands up my skirt to pull my panties aside and start rubbing my lustful cunt.
The hyper-sexualized scent oozing from between my legs seemed to do the trick, and his cock was slowly but surely turning hard in my mouth. Fuck me, this guy was packing a decent size, and there was some great girth to it.
This lucky old fucker was now getting a pornstar-style suck and moaning uncontrollably as I buried my lips into his grey public hair and let him use my throat like a cheap pussy.
”As he bred my neck with a throat pie, I gagged violently while trying to swallow his pent-up spunk, but I was going nowhere. As my bulging eyes glanced down, I saw ropes of deepthroat spit connecting with the pool of squirt to create a pure cocktail of sexual perversion.”
Standing up, I pulled my blouse aside to flash my tits at him before he hungrily sucked on each nipple like he was trying to put my whole body in his mouth. His stubble gave me goosebumps, as did the slimy trail of drool rolling down my stomach.
As I dropped back to my knees to continue milking his dick, a handful of people passed by on the street, but all of them were oblivious to the perverse filth taking place next to them. After all, few locals would pay attention to some time warp they probably pass every day.
Cupping his old balls, I could tell that he hadn’t cum for a long time as they were tight as hell. Turning to my left, I looked into the eyes of the Soviet-era women in the black and white photos having their holes stretched out by a Russian cock.
I felt as though our porn ancestors were watching me, and I hoped I was doing them proud. On the other hand, the amount of porn in this place, combined with the fat cock thrusting down my throat, was bringing about a very familiar feeling.
Meanwhile, this horny grandpa had sparked a cigarette and was dragging on it while looking down and smirking with perverse pride. I could feel myself about to cum.
Pulling my lips off his cock, a trail of drool flopped down onto my tits. With one hand on his soaking cock and another violently rubbing my clit, I directed him to tip the ash of his cigarette into my mouth like I was a cheap ashtray.
He looked perplexed, but he wouldn’t dare disobey be blonde whore giving him the time of his life. The moment the ash connected with my tongue, I came so hard that I almost snapped his cock off. Between my legs flowed a river of perverse fluids that popped on the filthy floor below me before I slowly returned to his dick.
He couldn’t hold on much longer, and I could feel the pressure mounting in his ballsack. I upped the ante and thrust my head up and down on his cock like a bitch possessed.
Suddenly, he froze up before grabbing the back of my head roughly and pushing my nose deep into his pubes. He wailed a string of words in Russian, one of which, suka (whore/bitch), I knew well. It was a fitting one for the moment.
As he bred my neck with a throat pie, I gagged violently while trying to swallow his pent-up spunk, but I was going nowhere. As my bulging eyes glanced down, I saw ropes of deepthroat spit connecting with the pool of squirt to create a pure cocktail of sexual perversion. I stayed out for as long as he needed until his flaccid cock gently left my throat.
Poor fucker. If he had wanted it, I would have let him turn my asshole as Red as the Soviet flag with his elderly dick, but he was completely spent. It was time for me to leave, but not without giving him another present.
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My legs were now like jelly. As I wobbled back up to my feet, I felt my panties were now damp and soaked with pussy grool. But I had an idea. Stepping out of my underwear, I rolled them around in the pool of squirt and deepthroat spit that had gathered on the floor.
In broken Russian and hand gestures, I gave my panties to this horny old man in exchange for two of the Soviet porn photographs he had on the wall. It was an exchange he was more than happy with.
I fixed my makeup in a rotten mirror in the corner of the shop and said my goodbyes. Looking back, I saw this old man waving with a smirk before jokingly sniffing my perverted panties. I wondered how many wanks he’d have with his nose buried in them.
But I was far from finished. Back in the hotel room, with the taste of an old man’s cum still fresh in my mouth, I hopped onto the local equivalent of Adult Friend Finder to look for a Russian stud to breed with, and it didn’t take me long to find one.
”Andrei” was knocking at my hotel room door within twenty minutes. He was a six-foot-two Russian with a shaven head and, although only 19 years old, looked hard as nails. This Alpha didn’t waste any time in throwing me onto the bed and spreading my legs.
A mouthful of spit hit my cunt, ready for Andrei’s bare Russian cock to plunge inside. He stuck it in me, balls deep in one thrust, causing me to gasp out loud like a whore. Then, he locked lips with me and stuck his tongue down my throat while smashing into me like a cheap fuckdoll.
Oh, Andrei. If only you knew what I’d been up to today, I thought…
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