Letters to Penthouse V (38 page)

A woman named Dawn was the first sassy slut to directly approach Larry. She is thirty-five years old and seems to be constantly in heat. Larry says she’s always complaining that she’s tired. Just before the morning coffee break, she told Larry her department was a little behind schedule, and asked if he would help her out. She said she needed help stacking pallets. He felt sorry for her because she looked so tired, so he said he’d help her while he was on break. She told him to meet her in the warehouse.

The warehouse seemed deserted when Larry walked in, but he found Dawn out of sight in a back corner. With a sigh of exhaustion she carelessly threw a sweater onto one of the pallets and lay down on it with her legs sprawled open. Larry later admitted to me that he thoroughly enjoyed the sight. She asked him to give her legs a massage, but he was afraid to get too close. He knew he had a huge hard-on and he didn’t want it to get worse.

She shimmied around, causing her breasts to fall out of her skimpy top. This temptation was more than he could resist. Throwing caution to the wind, he threw himself on top of her and slowly massaged her tits. Her nipples were rock-hard as he sucked on them. She sighed heavily and thrust her crotch upward to make contact with his huge bulge. Taking the hint, he pulled down her skintight jeans and fucked her. After they both exploded in orgasm, they went back to work. Larry said he could hardly believe what had happened.

Amazingly, Dawn wasn’t the only coworker to show Larry the ropes on his first day. Later that day he met another attractive coworker named Megan. Megan is a beauty, with long, raven-black hair, a pale complexion and ruby-red lips. She was wearing a skimpy red miniskirt and a satin bustier. She was tall and very nice-looking. Her ass was a little plumper than Dawn’s, and she had breasts that rounded into bulging softballs. As she passed him in the hall, she winked and suggestively licked her lips. Larry had a hard time paying attention to his work after that. He finally arranged to meet her in the lunch room for a late lunch date.

When he walked in, she locked the door behind him. She ran her hands up and down his slender body, finally stopping at his bulging crotch. She knelt down and slowly unbuttoned his tight jeans. When she discovered he was wearing a pair of cutoff sweatpants underneath his jeans, she giggled and said, “You’ll be sure to work up a sweat now.” She quickly pulled them down and sucked his cock into her mouth. She sucked and licked until his cock was purple and very hard. Then she stood up and bent over in front of him. Wiry black hair covered her muff, which smelled sweet, like cherry pie. He fingered her until she begged him to fuck her from behind. He slid into her doggie-style and pounded her until she couldn’t take any more. Then he licked up her flowing pussy juices for dessert.

The final surprise of Larry’s first day at work came when it was time for the afternoon break. He met another coworker named Nancy, who works in the returns department. She’s a woman in her forties who’d never been married. Like the rest of her female coworkers, she loves to flirt with men. This rather top-heavy lady wore a low-cut blouse that displayed her merchandise each and every time she bent over. Larry could tell by the look in her eyes that she was attracted to him.

She told him that she was a nymphomaniac who needed a lot of sex. Larry said he was game if she was. Of course she was—that’s what being a nymphomaniac is all about. When no one was looking, she leaned over and kissed him passionately. She whispered to him that she hadn’t had sex in a long time (actually, just a couple of days) and that she really needed it badly. She added that her cunt was already dripping. They arranged to meet after work. She told him she wanted all the semen he had left.

They met at her car in the parking lot after everyone else had gone home. She had changed to a tight, black, low-cut dress. With it she wore sexy black stockings that had sparkly gems running up the sides, and purple pumps. She really looked hot. Larry admitted his eyes and dick bulged out at the same time.

After a bit of foreplay, he finally thrust his dick into her pussy. While he fucked her, he tweaked her nipples, causing her to cry out in ecstasy. He humped her hard and fast, and was soon on the brink of shooting a hot wad of sperm into her. He kept from coming as long as he could, but finally couldn’t hold back his orgasm any longer. He exploded wildly into her hot, clenching pussy.

She panted madly for more. “Screw my tits, my pussy, my mouth,” she said. “Oh, please, Larry, do it to me again.”

But as he put on his jeans he said, “Sorry, I have go to home now and take care of my beautiful wife. She’ll be pissed off if I don’t save some for her. I know she’ll greet me with open arms, a glass of wine and a gourmet dinner.”

He came home that night with a dozen red roses for me. He told me all about his incredible day, being sure to elaborate on all the juicy details. He knew it would turn me on. Later that night we made wild, passionate love. And on Friday, when he received his first paycheck, he brought me home a beautiful gold ring. So please dedicate this letter to my husband. He’s a wonderful man, and I love him. As long as he comes home to me, I don’t mind if he has his little fun.—
J.W., Albuquerque, New Mexico

MIDNIGHT BEAUTY BLOWS AND GOES—A TALE TOLD WITH DISPATCH

It all started when I was working dispatch for a small-town fire department in southern California. It was about one in the morning, and there wasn’t anything going on. There was a knock at the door, and I was quite surprised to see a young woman, about twenty-five years old, looking into the lens of the security camera.

When I asked her what she wanted, she told me she had hurt herself trying to change a flat tire on her car. I naturally let her in. She said that the lug wrench had slipped, making her fall against the car. She had a small cut just above her left breast.

When I came back with the first aid kit from one of the engines, she had taken off her blouse. This took me a little off guard, because she was wearing one of the sexiest see-through bras I had ever had the pleasure to lay my eyes on.

I couldn’t think of anything else to do, so I introduced myself. I told her that my name was Stanley and that I was a paramedic. Then, with a completely straight face I added, “As soon as I take care of that laceration on your chest I’ll have to do a primary survey to make sure you don’t have any other damage.” I waited to see if she picked up on the innuendo or ignored it.

She said, “My name’s Brenda, and I’m not sure that a light, superficial survey will be enough. Shouldn’t you probe a little more deeply? What if I have internal injuries?”

After hearing that, I did the best I could to keep my hands from shaking while I cleaned and bandaged her. I couldn’t wait to get to the rest of the physical. It didn’t help that I had to watch her pretty tits rise and fall with every breath, or that she was starting to breathe harder. “We’d better start in the vicinity of the initial wound,” I told her. I reached behind Brenda and unsnapped her bra. The most beautiful pair of little cupcake tits popped out of that black lace restraint. They were capped with munchable, upturned nipples. I leaned over to take one in my mouth, and Brenda just leaned back against the counter and moaned. I pressed my crotch against Brenda’s to let her feel the effect she was having on me, and she immediately reached down and unzipped my pants to release my erection and give her room to work on it.

Brenda began to masturbate me, running her hand up and down in long strokes that had me gasping and panting. I worked my hand under her skirt and into her panties. I applied a finger to her creamy cunt, sliding it back and forth until it was good and wet, then settling down to slowly circle her clit. We looked into each other’s eyes, only occasionally leaning forward for a soft, wet kiss. We went on like this until we were both near the edge of great orgasms. Brenda suddenly dropped to her knees and slipped my cock into her mouth. I watched it disappear to the root, then reappear. She wrapped her hand around my shaft again and resumed jerking me off, at the same time applying her tongue to the head of my dick. This didn’t go on for long before I spurted my sperm into Brenda’s luscious, waiting mouth.

I wanted to show her my appreciation, so I lifted Brenda up on the counter, lifted her skirt and slid her soaking panties off. I got down on my knees and started slowly licking my way up her leg until I was at her sweet-smelling pussy. I caressed her lips and clit with my tongue. I started with long strokes, but soon settled in on her clit, as I knew we couldn’t go on forever without someone else coming in, and I wanted to get my dick into her snatch. My attention to her button was quickly rewarded as she began drumming her legs against the counter in an extended orgasm.

I stood up and finished taking off my pants. Brenda took hold of my prick, which was hard again, and guided it into her pussy. I began stroking, and she started working her internal muscles, making it feel like I had dozens of little hands massaging my penis.

I couldn’t take too much of that without coming, and when I told Brenda I was ready to shoot, she just clenched all her muscles so that I couldn’t move, and I went off deep inside her.

When I pulled out, Brenda bent over and started to clean my dick with her mouth. Just then there was a 911 call. She let go of me, but the second I had dispatched the engine company and hung up she was glued to my cock again. I finally had to tell her I just couldn’t get it up again so soon. When I said that, Brenda stood up, turned away, and left without another word. It was a weird ending to a strange story, but it was definitely the most fun I’ve ever had at work.—
S.B., Berkeley, California

HE STANDS IN FOR AN OLD FRIEND TO KEEP YOUNG GIRLFRIEND HAPPY

An old friend of mine recently moved back into the city, about three blocks from where I work, bringing with him his girlfriend, Jill. Jill is petite, not more than five feet tall, and nineteen years old. She has jet-black hair, full, red lips and deep green eyes.

I had given Royce and Jill a ride home from my place a few times, when they’d had too much to drink. The conversation was always the same. Jill complained to me that Royce was an old fart (he and I are both thirty-two) who wasn’t fucking her often enough. I would just laugh at Royce and say that I should be so lucky as to have a girlfriend who was so horny. Royce would make some comment about being tired from work and the conversation would stop, but you wouldn’t see me neglecting the needs of that young beauty.

About two weeks ago I phoned Royce to shoot the shit. During our conversation Royce said that he was going out of town on business for the next three days. He had started to tell me about his trip when Jill told him to ask me whether I was interested in coming over for lunch the next day. I quickly said yes, trying not to sound too eager, and could feel both my pulse rate and cock begin to rise at the idea of lunch with Jill.

Still, I wasn’t sure that Jill was thinking along the same lines I was. I decided to play it by ear during lunch. That night I had a dream in which Jill was sucking my cock and begging me to fuck her. After that dream there was no question that I was going to try to fuck Jill the next day.

My morning at work was a blur of anticipation. I left for lunch fifteen minutes early and practically ran all the way to Jill’s apartment. When she opened the door I knew that the gods were smiling on me. Her hair and makeup were perfect. I hadn’t thought that she would go to so much trouble for me. She had on a purple halter top and black stretch pants. Her flat tummy seemed to beckon me, and her breasts pressed against the material in a way that told me she had no bra on.

She invited me to sit down, and we started eating right away. I was barely able to eat, but did, if for no other reason than to see what was on her mind. Jill told me that she had to work for the next two days, so this was to be my only lunch with her that week. After we ate she went over to the couch to get her cigarettes, and I suggested we move over there to be more comfortable. As she enjoyed her post-lunch cigarette she started to tell me about the places in the apartment where she had fucked Royce.

I didn’t wait for her to hit me over the head with a club. As soon as she had put her smoke out, I made my move. I put my arms around her and kissed her full on the mouth. Her tongue immediately responded by probing my mouth. As I started to remove her halter top she stopped me and asked whether I thought we were doing the right thing. I told her I didn’t care whether it was right or wrong. I wanted her so much that I couldn’t control myself. She started kissing me again.

Jill’s top came off, and I got to see the pinkest nipples I have ever gazed on. I couldn’t wait to suck on them, so I didn’t wait. They were firm and had a slight taste of baby powder. As I sucked on her tits she started to remove my shirt and undo my pants. Again Jill asked me if this was what I wanted. When I said yes, she lay back on the couch, spread her legs and told me to kiss her pussy.

My first look at Jill’s pussy was a sight I’ll never forget. The hair was shaved into a very small, black triangle, through which I could plainly see her pussy lips. I didn’t waste a second before approaching her with my tongue. Again the faint odor of baby powder tickled my nose. I kissed her cleft until she started moaning and twitching involuntarily. Jill reached down and took hold of my shoulder.

My chin was dripping with Jill-juice as she pulled my mouth up to hers. Her tongue probed my mouth, as if I were hiding something from her. As I lowered my head to her tits, Jill said, “I love the taste of my pussy. Kiss me again.” I pressed my mouth against hers and ran my tongue all over her face.

When I could no longer taste pussy-juice in the slippery mixture that covered both our faces, I put my head down and started to kiss her cunt again. Jill stopped me, saying, “No, I want your cock in there.” My prick felt as if its skin was stretched to its limits. Jill lay back on the couch, and I knelt on the floor and positioned my cock against her pussy lips. I rubbed the head of my cock against her clit, wanting to tease for a little while, but she grabbed my dick and guided it into her pussy. She let out a sigh of relief, and started moving her hips to meet my thrusts.