Letters to Penthouse V (11 page)
As Harold plunged in and out of me with all his might, I was giving my excited husband the best blowjob he’d ever had. With the constant slapping of Harold up against my ass, it wasn’t easy to concentrate on my husband’s cock, but I did the best I could. Both men were able to keep their erections a very long time before coming. I have no idea how often I climaxed in that position, but believe me, it was a lot.
The three of us continued to have the wildest sex imaginable, in many different positions, until long after the sun came up the next morning. We are already making plans for an encore weekend this fall.—
C.C., Montgomery, Alabama
SHE MAY BE JUST A POSER—BUT JUST LOOK AT THOSE POSES!
I got a pleasant surprise when I showed up at work this morning. A girl I’d known in college was hired as an assistant on our floor. Although we were never friends at school, I knew she was wild in the dorms. I hoped that she hadn’t cooled down much. She was beautiful and sexy, and I was itching for a taste.
I walked up to her desk and said, “Hi, Sharon. Long time no see.” Close up, she was even prettier than I’d remembered. Her hair was longer now, and framed her face in a seductive way. She had a very sexy face, and was wearing a red dress that was tight in all the right places.
“Dean!” she cried out with a huge smile. “What a surprise. How’ve you been? You look great.” We chatted for a few minutes, then she asked, “What are you doing for lunch today?”
“Actually I have an errand to run at lunchtime, but I’ll come back and we can talk again later this afternoon if you want.”
“Sure,” she said. I turned and walked back to my office.
Now, you may be wondering why I passed up a lunch date with a sexy woman who was definitely coming on to me. You see, the errand I had to run involved Sharon. I was going home to get some pictures of her I’d been holding onto for years. A friend of mine who’d dated her for a while in college had taken them. He was bitter when they broke up, and told me to take them off his hands. They showed Sharon in many sexy poses and in various states of undress. Most of them were taken from behind, but in a few, her tits, and definitely some of her snatch, were in view. I knew that if she was as open about sex as she’d been in college, she’d get a kick out of seeing the pictures again. If not, she’d at least be happy that the photographs would now be in her possession.
When I got back to work, I went straight to her desk. She was eating a Whopper and fries. I dropped an envelope containing the pictures on her desk and headed for my office. Before I could get there, she shrieked and called me back.
“Where did you get these? Did Gary give them to you?” she asked breathlessly, but with no anger in her voice.
“A long time ago. But don’t worry. I only looked when I first got them. They’ve been sitting in my drawer for years.” I thought it best not to tell her the truth, which was that I’d probably jerked off to those pictures a few hundred times.
“Are you mad?” I asked.
“No, you just surprised me is all. He told me he’d burned those pictures. It’s kind of flattering actually, knowing you’ve had them all along.”
She couldn’t keep her eyes off the pictures. I could tell by the look in her eyes that she was getting turned on just thinking about her randy college days.
“Listen,” she said, leaning forward and giving me a quick view of her cleavage. I swallowed hard and leaned forward too. “I want to play a little joke on Gary, but you’ll have to help me. I know where he’s living, and I want to send him some more pictures like these. He’ll go crazy wondering who took them. He’s married now, but he was always really jealous. You’d take some pictures of me naked, wouldn’t you?”
I could barely believe my ears. Sharon really was the wild woman I remembered hearing about. I said, “Uh, sure. When do you want to do it?”
“How about tonight?” she asked.
“Okay. We can go to the fax room and do it there. No one stays here late except me, and we’d have total privacy. I’ll just run home and get my camera.”
She thought it over for maybe a second, then agreed to be there at seven o’clock. Just for the hell of it, I blew her a kiss as I walked away. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her give me a wink. It was fucking incredible! I might actually have a shot at fucking this beauty.
The rest of the day passed pretty quickly. I left my office a few minutes early and went home for my camera. When I returned, I went to the fax room and waited for Sharon. Just after seven o’clock I heard a knock on the door, and let her in. She looked great, and I told her so.
“You’re sure there’s no one here?” she asked with doubt in her eyes. I assured her that everyone had gone home, and offered her a chair.
“So what kind of picture should we start with?” I asked. “You decide.”
She got up and, without another word, started to undress. She asked me for a hand with the zipper on her dress, and I quickly stood behind her to help. The zipper came down smoothly, and the dress slipped off her shoulders and down her shapely body. She stepped out of her dress. Her butt was big and beautiful. I’d seen it many times in those photographs, but in the flesh it was something else. Being this close to it was quite exciting. I tried to tell myself not to reach out and squeeze it—but I did anyway. She let out a little whoop of surprise and gave me a big, sexy smile.
Sharon ran her tongue over her lips. Looking down, she saw my cock growing to hardness. She started to unzip my pants. I was stunned and delighted by this turn of events.
“I thought these pictures were going to be of you,” I said.
“Can’t a girl have a little encouragement?”
Was I in heaven or what? She bent over at the waist in her bra, panties and high heels—all red—as she released my cock from my underwear. She made a purring sound as she wrapped her tongue around my shaft and slurped me into her hot mouth. Gary had told me she loved to give head. He used to say she could drink sperm like water. I was amazed at how good she sucked, her big eyes looking up at me as her head slowly bobbed up and down on my swollen dick.
She increased her suction and her pace, making dirty little slurping sounds the whole time. It was such a rush! Then she started tickling my balls, which made me come like crazy. She deep-throated my cock for the explosion, letting my sperm blast straight into her stomach.
“So, how was that for starters?” she asked as she used my handkerchief to wipe her lips.
“Better than I could’ve done,” I joked. “Too bad we couldn’t get it on film for Gary.”
Sharon sat on a desk and said, “Let’s make this the first shot.” She had on red bikini panties that accentuated the curves of her butt. I was starting to harden again already. I quickly picked up my camera and started snapping pictures of her hot ass and legs.
After a few more ass poses, she coolly removed her bra and stepped out of her panties, smirking at me as I took in the sight of her in nothing but high heels. I took some more pictures as she moved around the room, showing off her great bod.
I told her to get on her hands and knees. She giggled, “I’m used to that position, Dean. I love to do it doggie-style.” I snapped some shots of her in her favorite position, and a thought occurred to me. “Maybe you
should
have a partner in these pictures,” I said.
“You mean you want to be in them too?”
“No,” I said. “But my friend Lenny lives across the street. I can call him up and let him in. He’s a good-looking guy. You’d be great together.”
She seemed unsure at first, but her resistance quickly gave way to approval. “All right,” she said. “Call him up and we’ll see what happens.”
It took a few minutes to convince Lenny over the phone that I wasn’t joking with him or setting him up for some big practical joke. Finally he agreed to come over. I let him in the freight entrance and brought him upstairs. His first look at Sharon was of her sitting on a desk with her feet on a chair, still naked except for her high heels.
“Pleased to meet you, Lenny,” she said, her interest growing when she saw how well-built he was. “You’re quite a big guy. Your muscles, I mean.” Lenny just smiled.
I said to Sharon, “Why don’t you do the same thing to Lenny that you did to me a few minutes ago, and I’ll shoot some pictures of that.” She gave me a nod and said to Lenny, “Come here, big boy. Let’s see what kind of cock you have.”
Lenny was quiet, but he wasn’t shy about whipping out his prick for Sharon’s approval. She got more then she bargained for, and even I was surprised that he had such a huge shank.
“All right, Mr. Big Dick!” Sharon said eagerly. She began to suck at once. I shot two whole rolls of film of her feeding on Lenny’s big schlong. I was so hard and worked up, it seemed as though my cock might explode without even being touched. Sharon and Lenny probably forgot I was even there. Sharon was munching wetly, moaning all over Lenny’s dick, tugging his balls and working her mouth—she was born to suck cock. Big Lenny just kept feeding her his tube, fucking her mouth with a velocity I didn’t think was humanly possible.
As much as he was enjoying the blowjob, though, Lenny wanted more. He lifted her up while she was still attached to his prick, then pulled her away and said, “Time for something new.” He bent her supple body at the waist and lay her facedown across the desk. “You like to fuck as much as you like to suck?” he asked.
“What do you think, stud?” she replied, spreading her cunt lips for him. “If you know where to hide it, I know how to ride it.” Lenny slipped his swollen hose into her and began to fuck her doggie-style, just the way she’d said she loved it. It was like an X-rated video. As I took pictures, they really went to town. He was pounding feverishly into her, and she was screaming in pleasure.
I finished off the last of my rolls of film and considered the aching state of my poor, neglected boner. “I hope you’re still hungry, Sharon,” I said, putting the camera down. I walked over to her, my hard prick sticking out like a weather vane. Sharon grinned at me when she saw it dangling in front of her mouth. God, did she love dick! Even though Lenny was humping her silly, she didn’t miss a beat, and quickly stuffed my penis into her mouth.
Lenny said, “Fuck her mouth, dude,” and slammed into her hard and fast. A few minutes later he pulled out and came all over her rear end.
When he recovered from his spasms, he stood next to me and we took turns sticking our cocks in Sharon’s busy mouth. Lenny’s did not get hard again, but Sharon didn’t seem to mind. She alternated between his limp sausage and my hard prong. It seemed that as long as her mouth was filled with something, she was content. So we did our best to keep her happy.
When it was obvious that Lenny wasn’t going to get another erection for a while, however, he tucked his cock back in his pants and waved good-bye. I was afraid she was going to quit now that Lenny was gone, but she stayed right on me, giving me a blowjob that defies description, and draining another big load of come out of my shaft. Just like last time, she took it all down her throat, swallowing every blast that shot forth from my dick.
When I was through coming, she licked her lips and got up off the desk. I almost had to hold back a tear when she reached for her dress. It was over.
“Well, Sharon, it’s certainly been an eventful day,” I said. “I hope you had as much fun as I did. Maybe we can get together again sometime. Tomorrow?”
“We’ll see,” she said. “Just let me have that film. Won’t Gary be surprised.”
We left the room, which still smelled strongly of sex. As we rode down in the elevator, she made breezy small talk—as though she hadn’t spent the last hour sucking my cock and fucking a stranger. Amazing!
We went our separate ways, and I said, “See you tomorrow.” She walked to her car and said, “Thanks for everything, Dean,” and licked her lips one last time for me.—
Name and address withheld
NEOPHYTE BENDS OVER TO LAND THAT FIRST BIG CLIENT
When you’re first starting your own business, you’ll do just about anything for that first big account, right? Well, a while back I learned just how far I would go. I’m a thirty-two-year-old male, struggling through the trials and tribulations of owning my own business. I had been working for three months, trying to land one special account. That account alone would easily set me up for the next two years. I met with the owner of the firm and took him to a very expensive restaurant for dinner. After dinner he wanted to have drinks at a nearby bar. This turned out to be lots and lots of drinks. I was feeling very loose, when all of a sudden he asked me how badly I wanted his account. I told him I would do “anything” to get his business. He just smiled and said, “Good. That’s definitely good to know.”
We had several more drinks, and the conversation turned from business matters to sex. He kept remarking how horny he was, and I offered to line up some local girls for his pleasure, but he refused without giving me a reason.
At midnight I gave him a ride back to his hotel, and he invited me in for a drink. As he handed me my drink, his hand lightly touched my ass. Then he told me to get comfortable and helped me remove my suit jacket. He again remarked how hot he was, and said he might see his way to signing with my company if I could get him some release. Again I offered to get some girls, and he just laughed. “Get more comfortable,” he said. “Slip into the things I have laid out for you in the bathroom, and you’ll be much more comfortable.”
I went into the bathroom, and saw what he had in mind! My client wanted me dressed as a woman—he had laid out a lacy teddy, a garter belt, crotchless panties and nylons … all in sheer black lace! As I saw it, I had two options—either tell him no and leave, or don the sexy garments, satisfy my customer and land a million-dollar account. Mama didn’t raise no fool, so I hurriedly removed my clothes and put on the lingerie.
When I stepped out of the bathroom, he just stared. “Black’s your color,” was all he said. He had removed his clothes while I was changing. He led me to the bed, laid me down and started feeling every inch of my lace-covered body. I had never been with a man before, but I let him have his way with me. After feeling my body, he gave me a deep French kiss. Strangely enough, I felt myself getting hard! He then maneuvered us into a 69 and took my stiffening cock into his mouth. He rubbed his cock over my lips until I finally opened my mouth and took him in. He pumped my mouth for several minutes, and I could tell that he was about to come. He didn’t pull out—he just unloaded his hot come down my throat, gagging me slightly until I managed to swallow the entire load. It was slightly salty, but not as bad as I thought it would be.