Letters to Penthouse V (35 page)

One time the air bag opened by mistake while she was sucking me and, with her mouth stuck on my cock, she couldn’t move. An hour later help finally arrived. My lusty lover never once complained, and even wanted to know if we could try it again! Another time I gave a stranded motorist a lift. He sat in the backseat, and I told him my girlfriend was lying down, taking a nap up front. He and I chatted, and he was completely unaware that my sweetie was actually savoring every inch of my throbbing cock. With her lips locked on my erection, she tamed the wild beast with oral persuasion, but refused to put it back into its cage until she was done playing with it.

When we talk on the phone, she tells me the sound of my voice gets her panties soaked. Whenever we don’t see each other for a few days, my woman lets me know that my meat’s in for a treat when I bring it home. When I walk in, a dozen roses in hand, she French-kisses me, puts one hand on my bulge and the other on my zipper, then leads me to the bedroom. She immediately disrobes me and whispers that we have hours of catching up to do.

I can’t imagine any other woman fulfilling my needs like she does. My woman is all woman! She’s a total woman, and I’m proud to be her man!—
A.M.
, New York, New York

THINGS DEVELOP QUICKLY WHEN PHOTO LAB CLERK EXPOSES RACY PICTURES

For the past two summers I have worked at a photo developing lab where the unofficial policy is, “The pictures you take are your own business.” This is unusual in my small, somewhat conservative hometown, so we get a lot of what I’d call “alternative” pictures.

When I’m alone in the store, I’ve gotten into the habit of masturbating in the darkroom while looking at some of the racier pictures. One day it was my turn to stay at the store during lunchtime, while everyone else went out to eat. I was amusing myself in the darkroom when a customer rang our service bell. I sighed—I had been really close to orgasm—and quickly made myself presentable.

When I opened the door and stepped out to the counter, my jaw dropped. A gorgeous woman was standing there. Her huge ‘ breasts swelled within her tight, white shirt, and I swear I could see her nipples harden as her eyes caressed my muscular body. Then I grasped the base What was most shocking was the fact that I had masturbated to pictures of this same woman just the day before! I couldn’t believe my luck. Her pictures had really stood out. In most of them, her beautiful, tan body was pressed up against a stunning blonde woman. In others the two were writhing in passion on black satin sheets. I remember being extremely envious of the photographer.

Now here she was, standing right in front of me in the flesh. I cleared my throat and tried to regain my composure. “Ummm, may I help you?” I stammered. She looked slightly impatient as she told me her name and waited for me to locate her pictures. I did my best to hurry, but I was nervous and I dropped the pictures. They spilled all over the floor. I tried to pick them up without looking at them—I knew my erection was evident enough already. When I stood up, blushing, she smiled, her impatience suddenly gone. “So, did you see anything?” she asked coyly.

I said, “Well, I developed them.”

She leaned over the counter and examined my engorged cock. With a big smile, she said, “I see you liked what you saw.”

Tongue-tied, I couldn’t think of anything to say, so I just stared at her cleavage. I felt my cock throb as I imagined sliding my pole into that deep chasm. The woman stood up straighter, throwing out her chest, and seductively licked her lips. I thought I was going to pass out. It seemed as if all the blood in my head had rushed to my dick, making it even bigger than before.

She grabbed my hand and pulled me into the darkroom. She saw the pictures I had been masturbating to earlier and laughed. “And what were you doing with these, you naughty boy?” she asked with a smile.

I quickly grabbed the photos and shoved them, into an envelope. As I put them back into the file I had taken them from, I felt the woman’s hand on my rod. She stroked it as she pressed her breasts against my back. Then she turned me around and took my pants off. I leaned against the file cabinet when she dropped to her knees and began to suck me off.

Her soft lips circled my cockhead and her tongue teased my slit. I begged her to take me all in. When she did, I nearly lost it right then and there. She didn’t let me come, though. She knew exactly what she was doing. She brought me to the brink several times with her talented mouth before she took off her shirt. “I saw you looking at my chest before,” she said. “Do you want to fuck it?”

I was delighted to plunge my cock into the soft depths of her cleavage. Sliding in and out between her tits was sheer heaven! All I could think of were the pictures of her I had developed the day before. The image in my mind of this babe with her friend was enough to make me shoot my load all over. I collapsed to the floor, completely spent.

She stood up and put her shirt back on. I sighed when her beautiful breasts were covered again, but she ignored me. I was too tired to care. It was all I could do to get dressed. In fact, I was still in the darkroom when my coworkers returned. I tired to act normal but, evidently, my condition was obvious to the other guys I worked with. They looked at each other and laughed. “She got you too, didn’t she?” one of them asked.

I looked at them in bewilderment, not understanding. Then they explained. Evidently this woman always came in during lunchtime, and managed to get away without paying for her pictures everytime. I laughed sheepishly with the guys about it, but the truth is, I would pay
her
for another experience like that one. If it was up to me, she could have all the free pictures she wanted! The blowjob she gave me was the best I ever had!—
T.K., Detroit, Michigan

TRADE SHOW LEADS TO FUTURE BUSINESS—AND PLEASURE—EXCHANGES

I am a twenty-four-year-old retailer. I often work a booth at trade shows, and at a recent show in a luxury hotel I met a salesman from New York City named Noah. I could tell from the way he looked at me that he was interested. Whenever my boss walked away, Noah would come over and talk to me for a few minutes.

When the show was over, Noah invited me to party with him and some of the other fellows from the show. We all headed for the hotel bar, and it was soon very obvious that Noah and I were going to end up together.

Noah is thirty-two, stands about five feet eleven inches tall and has a very nice build. I’ve always been attracted to dark-haired guys, so his Jewish heritage helped a lot.

I am five-seven, weigh one hundred twenty-five pounds and wear my hair short. To stay in shape, I work out three times a week. I get many compliments on my looks and have never had any problems attracting a man.

After several drinks and a lot of talking and laughing, we went to his room. At that point I was beginning to have second thoughts about getting involved with a man I might never see again. But I ultimately decided he was just too hot to pass up. I finally gave in, and it was definitely the most sensuous and erotic experience of my life—until last night.

Yesterday afternoon he called me unexpectedly. He told me he had flown into my city for the night and asked if he could see me. Of course I said yes. I quickly dressed in one of my favorite outfits: a silk sarong miniskirt and a matching tank top.

I met him at his hotel and we went to a romantic restaurant for dinner. We were totally caught up in each other. As we reminisced about our last meeting, I was getting extremely turned on, and I guess he could tell. My breathing was getting heavier and my nipples were trying to poke out of my shirt. We were sitting next to one another in a cozy booth, and he started licking my ear and the nape of my neck. He put his hand on my knee and started slowly working it up my thigh. He pushed my skirt up and discovered that I wasn’t wearing any panties. He began teasing my clit with his thumb while he inserted a finger into my extremely wet hole. He slid it all the way in, and started massaging me in the most wonderfully pleasing way I had ever felt. It was as if my pussy was molded just for his fingers. At this point I was totally into it and I didn’t care if anyone was watching. My head was thrown back and I’m sure I was moaning a bit.

When I felt an orgasm approaching, I grabbed the tablecloth and held on tight. I sensed it was going to be a big one, and I was right. When I finally came back down to earth, the waiter was standing there with a big grin on his face. I was a little embarrassed, but it had been such a great orgasm I really didn’t care.

The waiter told us that, if we were interested, dessert was on the house, but we declined. I just needed to have Noah’s beautiful, soft skin next to mine as soon as possible.

We went for a walk along the beach and started kissing very sensually—the kind of kisses where you suck on each other’s tongue. Soon he began to lick my ears and neck. We sat down on a bench, and I pulled his cock out of his pants. There wasn’t anyone else around, so I went to town on him.

Noah has a very nice penis. It is probably about seven and a half inches long and very thick. I’ve often been told that I give a great blowjob, so I decided to go for it and pull out all the stops. I slowly licked his cockhead and teased the shaft with my tongue. Then I grasped the base of his dick and engulfed his entire tool in my mouth. I slid my mouth up and down his shaft, simultaneously jerking him off with my right hand. With my left hand, I fondled his balls. Either he hadn’t had sex since the last time we’d met (which had been two weeks before), or I am really talented, because he came in about ninety seconds.

On the way back to his hotel room, he told me that he was going to make me come at least a dozen times.

While in the elevator on the way up to his room, we basically undressed one another. We passed a few guys in the corridor who grinned at us and gave Noah a thumbs-up sign. Once in the room, we finished undressing and I put on his condom for him. I opened it with my teeth and slowly slid it on his hard cock.

We started in the missionary position, with my legs wrapped around his waist. As he was driving it home, I could feel his balls slapping against my ass. We then shifted so that I was on top, straddling him. I could feel his entire cock deep inside me. We were fucking so hard that the headboard of the bed was banging against the wall I was real surprised that the people in the next room didn’t call the front desk to complain.

After a few minutes, Noah had the strangest smile on his face. I knew he was going to come. His body tensed, and I could feel him shooting his load. We fell asleep in each other’s arms.

I woke up in the early-morning hours with the sensation of someone caressing me. Noah was definitely up, in more than one sense of the word. I was still tired, so I just gave him another blowjob. Around dawn we showered and said our good-byes. We made plans to see each other again at a national trade show in a few months. Noah already told me not to bother getting my own room. I can hardly wait!—
P.R., Baltimore, Maryland

HIS HALLOWEEN COSTUME IS UNFORGETTABLE WHEN HE WEARS HIS BIRTHDAY SUIT

I still can’t believe my good luck! The costume I wore last Halloween got me the best blowjob I ever had in my life! But let me start at the beginning.

I was at a singles’ bar when I ran into Katrina, who works at a bank I go to. She’s married, but I’ve always had the hots for her. Luckily her husband wasn’t there. She was dressed for the occasion as a flapper, and her costume only emphasized her beauty. She was with her friends, Stephanie and Eve. Stephanie was dressed as a witch, and Eve as a vampire. They are also married, but the three were having a girls’ night out. I wasn’t wearing a costume because I had worked late that night and at the last minute had decided to stop at the bar for a drink. I ended up dancing and partying with the girls all night in the club.

Katrina kept saying that I should be wearing a costume too. I finally told her that I would go home and get one if she would come with me. I had just talked her into it when Stephanie and Eve came over. Since the bar was about to close, I invited them all to my place for a drink. Stephanie and Eve were feeling pretty good and agreed immediately.

When we got to my place and settled down, Katrina kept pestering me about a costume. I said I really didn’t have one and didn’t know what to wear. Everyone started making suggestions about what I should be, and someone mentioned “X-rated movie star.” I think one of them had spotted an adult movie in amongst my videos.

I asked what an X-rated performer would wear. Katrina quickly said, “Nothing,” and the girls started giggling. As I was feeling no pain, the idea seemed appealing to me, so I told them I’d go in my room to change into my “costume.” Katrina yelled out, “All right!”

I didn’t really know if they were serious or just teasing me, so when I got to my room I wasn’t sure what I should do. But then I just thought, What the hell, stripped off all my clothes, took a deep breath and walked back into the living room.

Eve gasped and Stephanie looked shocked. I could hardly believe it myself. There I was, standing totally naked in front of three women. Then I looked at Katrina and saw a big smile on her face.”Oh, cool!” she said. That made me feel a lot better.

I walked over and sat down next to her on the sofa. She started giggling, saying that she loved my costume and joking that I should have entered the contest at the club. Eve calmed down too and started joking with Katrina. But Stephanie the witch still looked disgusted.

After a while, with music playing on the radio, Katrina asked me if I wanted to dance. Eve said, “Yeah, I’d like to see that!” so Katrina and I got up and started shaking it up. Eve was clapping and hooting, while Katrina was chuckling and dancing with me. It was only a matter of moments until I got a raging hard-on. There was no way to hide it. Katrina seemed pleased. Eve pretended to be embarrassed. I purposely turned toward Stephanie, my erection just inches from her face. She got up in a huff and stalked off into the kitchen. Katrina laughed and said, “Well, now, you look like a real X-rated star!”