Penthouse Uncensored V

by Penthouse Uncensored V (Letters to Penthouse IX

  I was a bit disappointed, since I’d bought some really sexy lingerie to wear for him on the trip, but I headed for the airport. I got into Houston about one-thirty in the afternoon, checked into the hotel and found my way to the pool. I went back to my room about four, to get ready for the wedding. On a wild impulse, I decided to shave my pussy. Roger had been after me to shave it for a long time. I left just a little triangle of short hair above my pussy. I didn’t know what I would do if I saw some of my old boyfriends, but I wanted to be ready.

  I wore a conservative dress to the wedding, pale blue, off the shoulder, and about six inches above the knee. I put on white suspender hose (Roger loves them) with a pair of see-through silk panties. (I almost went with no panties at all.) I think I looked hot but not completely like a slut.

  The wedding went well. I caught up with several people I hadn’t seen in years. I went from the wedding to the reception without incident. I was missing Roger, since he is so good with the public and with family, and I wanted to show him off to my old friends.

  But this all changed in a matter of moments. Joey came up behind me while I was talking to some friends and said, “If you didn’t come down here with your husband, it’s his fault and not ours.” The next two hours flew by. We talked about old times, old friends and what could have been, what might have been. Joey told me that the one regret he had was that he never fucked me. We danced a lot closer than we should have, since everyone knew that I was married. When the party started winding down, Joey asked if he could drive me to my hotel. I told him, “Yes,” and before we left the reception I phoned Roger’s beeper and left the hotel number. I wanted urgently to speak to him. On the way to the hotel, Joey made it quite obvious what his intentions were. He kept running his hand up my skirt and trying to get it into my panties. I kept telling him to be a good boy. I saw no reason to lead him on unless I got the okay from Roger.

  Once we got to the hotel bar I told Joey that I had to go up to the room to see what was happening with Roger. There was a message to call him at home. I called and asked him how things had gone at the plant. He said he had gotten everything cleared up and would catch a flight out the next day. He asked why I had phoned his beeper. I told him, “If you really want that fantasy to happen, tonight’s the night. I’ve got the guy downstairs, and he’s raring to go.” When I told him it was Joey, “the guy with the monster cock,” he went silent. I told him if he didn’t want it to happen, just say the word and I would blow the whole thing off. If he wanted it to happen—for real, no fantasy—I would take Joey up to our room and fuck him all night long. I told Roger if he said yes, not to change his mind. I told him once I left the room to go down to the bar there was no turning back. Roger told me to call him in the morning—after Joey left.

  I decided to change out of my wedding garb. Roger had bought me a really sharp outfit for the weekend. It was a short plaid skirt with a solid blouse that was way too small. The blouse showed off my tits, and it had a vest that did the same. I kept my suspender panty hose on, but took off my panties. I got hot just thinking about that big log I was going to try and fit into my pussy.

  I went back down to the bar and copped a seat beside Joey. He said I looked great and asked if it was a special occasion. I told him he’d have to wait and see for himself. We danced to a couple of tunes before he asked me what was going on that night. I took him by the arm and led him out of the bar to the elevator. I couldn’t wait any longer to get my hands around his dick.

  In the elevator, he pulled my skirt up and started fingering my pussy. I rubbed that great prick of his through his dress pants. I could see the crown of his cock through his pants and he wore no underwear at all. Touché.

  When we got to the room, we hopped into bed—no preliminaries. I unzipped Joey and unleashed that monster I’d been thinking about since I’d left home. I had no doubt now that I could fit that big prick into my pussy, and soon. I was sucking his humongous cockhead before my skirt hit the floor, and I jacked the throbbing boner as I sucked it. My first reward was an eruption of come that I gulped down my throat like a baby sucking on her bottle.

  Joey was sucking my clit when I had my first orgasm of the night. As soon as I calmed down, I urged him to lie supine, and I pounced upon his prize prick. I lowered myself slowly onto the shaft. I felt my now-experienced pussy expand to accommodate its girth. I was about halfway down on it after about fifteen strokes. That was all Joey needed. He grabbed my hips and plunged the monster up into me. His balls slapped against my ass as he pumped his prick. I immediately realized the advantages of a big cock. He filled me and touched me in places I’d never been touched. I had come only rarely during intercourse, but his big dick massaged my clit, and I felt a tidal wave of orgasm. I shouted, “Come on, big boy, gimme that load of come!” Immediately, I felt the first of his five eruptions of cream shoot into me. And he didn’t stop fucking. The golden rod stayed stiff, and he kept pumping it into my cunt. When I started to come again, he slipped the big pecker out, raised me by the ass-cheeks he held so firmly, and sucked my pussy. That gave me a multiple orgasm that lasted for over sixty seconds. We lay quietly on the bed for a few moments. Then he reached for my pussy again. I nibbled his nipples, then worked my way down to that fabulous prick, where I tasted love juices and Vaseline. I slid my hands up and down the shaft and licked the knob as he got hard once more. I got as much of that swollen magic wand into my mouth as possible, and after I sucked what I could and jacked the rest for a few minutes, I felt his nuts tighten. I slipped the cock out of my mouth and licked it luxuriously, up and down. Then I took one of his giant nuts in my mouth and sucked it. He moaned in pleasure. I changed to the other ball. Then I swooped lower and licked his asshole.

  That action drives Roger wild, and Joey loved it too. In a few seconds, he moaned that he was about to come. I was never one to let a good load go to waste. I got my mouth around his cock-head, ready for some hot cream. I bobbed my head up and down as I swallowed it all. Then I got up and fixed us a couple of drinks from the mini-bar.

  We surfed the TV a while. I was still horny and wanted to fuck again, and I was looking forward to telling Roger all about the sex orgy I’d had with Joey. No doubt he’d want to fuck all day tomorrow, and that was fine with me.

  I went to the bathroom, and when I got back Joey’s jolly giant was hard again. I kissed him passionately and asked what he wanted to do. “I’m yours for the night,” I told him, “and I’ll do anything you want me to do. Whatever you want, baby.” Joey looked thoughtful but said nothing as he got up and went into the bathroom. There, I heard him start the shower going. Then he called out for me to join him. It looked like I was going to get some more action right now. I got into the shower with him, and we started soaping each other up. Joey lathered up my big tits, playing with my nipples.

  I was getting hot again. I was looking forward to about another mile of that cock of his, in satisfyingly large installments. He soaped the little patch of hair I’d left on my mound and finger-fucked both my pussy and my rosy asshole. Joey couldn’t know it, but I’d learned to love getting fucked in the ass. I wondered if we could get that monumental prick of his up my fundament, and I rather looked forward to his trying. Joey picked up my razor and shaved my pussy all over again. Surely, I thought, I couldn’t already have five o’clock shadow. This shave did not leave any hair on my snatch at all, and Joey shaved all around my pussy and ass-hole, making both of them smooth as silk. When he finished, I soaped up his dick and started jacking it. Hallelujah! It was rock-hard once more! Then I knelt down and licked it a few times before I grabbed the razor. Joey seemed quite shocked when I started shaving his dick, then his gigantic balls. “Turnabout’s fair play,” I told him as I rinsed the gear off. “Let’s go back to bed.”

  Joey’s prick looked even bigger when we got into the other room. We jumped into bed, kissing each other and running our hands over each other’s body. I asked Joey how he wanted to fuck me this time. “Doggie-fashion,
” he said. I got on my hands and knees, with my ass high in the air and my head against the head-board. Joey took his time and caressed me with that big hunk of meat. He rubbed the head on my bald pussy, then ran it between my pussy lips and tickled my asshole with it. I remembered then how it was when I was still a virgin, unable to fuck him and wanting to so bad.

  Finally, I told Joey, “That’s enough lovemaking. Let’s fuck.” I reached back, grabbed his joystick and guided it to my soaking pussy. But Joey had his own definition of “doggie-fashion.” He got hold of his prick and placed his cockhead at the entry to my tiny asshole. “Do you think we can get that big thing in there?” I asked.

  “All it takes is a little love and understanding,” he said. “And Vaseline.” He scooped some out of the jar on the nightstand and rubbed it into my anus, and all over his prick. Then he pressed forward, and I felt the knob nudge in a fraction of an inch. “We’ll get it done,” he said. “Play with your pussy. That’ll get you hot.” I happily diddled myself as he rubbed his dick on my clit and my asshole.

  Occasionally Joey put the tip of his dick into my cunt, only to pull it out. The guy was good; he set my pussy on fire. He got the Vaseline out again and asked me to rub it into his dick. It felt nice, all smooth and throbbing. Next, he asked me to finger-fuck my asshole. I was happy doing this—and preparing the way for the monster—when he suggested I frig my cunt with one finger and my asshole with another. Both holes accepted the fingers easily, and I loved it. All the while, Joey rubbed my ass with his rod, telling me how gentle he was going to be when he slipped me his big cock.

  I was hotter than a firecracker by the time he asked me if I wanted him to fuck me in the ass. “You’re damn right, sweetie,” I said. “Go for it!” He suggested I put a second finger in my asshole against the one in my pussy. That felt marvelous. I was impatient at that point to get down to some serious buggery. I explored both holes fully, both to prepare the way and to enjoy the thrills it gave me. It was marvelous! I started coming immediately.

  Joey now pumped his dick in and out of my pussy, up to the balls, and I orgasmed again. Then he placed that prong of his at the entrance to my asshole. “Just a little bit at a time,” he said. I gently rocked back against his dick, and I felt success! I felt it penetrate my tiny but well-lubricated hole. The head slipped into my ass up to the crown, and it felt marvelous. I wanted more. Joey sensed my relaxation, and gently pushed the head in and out, preparing for the main event. I kept rubbing my clit, getting a heavenly charge, and I called out to him, “Give me some more cock!” I hunched back on that prick of his harder now, until at last I felt the head going forward, followed by the main body of the schlong.

  Joey was in! We both heaved deep sighs of contentment and anticipation. He fucked me slowly, still gently, in and out. When he had his dick all the way out, he would wait for me to plunge myself back on that prick of his. Soon we settled into a nice rhythm. Actually, he told me later, he never put more than three-quarters of his dick in. I felt my next orgasm close upon me, and I reached down between my legs and grabbed hold of his bald nuts. I stroked them as I shouted, “Come in my ass, Joey! Come with me!”

  Joey did just that. Roger had fucked me in the ass countless times, but I don’t remember actually feeling him discharge in me. It felt as if Joey had a squirt-gun in my fundament. I felt jolt after jolt of jism exploding in my butt, and I came again.

  I went to the bathroom to clean up. When I came back, Joey was sleeping. I crawled into bed with him and quickly fell asleep. I couldn’t wait to tell Roger.

  I’m too horny to write any more right now, but I’ll tell in another letter what happened when Roger arrived the next day. —Name and address withheld

  SLUTTY SECRETARY GETS EVERYTHING BUT FUCKED BY HER NEW BOSS

  Betty just turned twenty a few months ago, and has been working as a secretary for about a year. She’s an Italian girl who just has fuck me written across her forehead.

  I got a job this summer as an intern in the same building. The other day I overheard a discussion between a black businessman and one of the cleaning guys. The gist of it was he’d just gotten this really hot secretary a couple weeks ago, and she’d been teasing him like crazy.

  The janitor said, Yeah, one night after hours he had heard her behind a closed door in the office moaning while some buzzing noise droned up and down. He figured she was vibrating herself. It turned out they’d both asked her out, but she’d said she wasn’t into black guys.

  As the guy in the suit got up with his tray, he told the janitor to come around to his office the next day, ’cause he was planning something special for her.

  Hearing him mention Betty’s last name dispelled any doubt I might have had as to who the young lady was. And after hearing that discussion, my curiosity was up to see what was going to happen.

  The next day I called in sick but went to the building early. I waited until the businessman from lunch walked in, and I discreetly followed him upstairs to his office. I waited for him to go back out for coffee, then I snuck into his office and frantically looked for a good hiding spot. There was a deep coat closet, with sliding wooden doors. I got in there and closed the doors enough so I was concealed but could still see and hear everything in the office perfectly.

  It was a couple of hours before Betty made her appearance in the boss’s office. She was wearing a white stretch dress that stuck to her like glue, and a light gray jacket. The focal point of this girl has always been her great ass. She’s about five foot seven, and generally very trim, but has really wide hips and a sweet, round tail that jiggles and shakes with every high-heeled step. Moving up from there, and that’s tough to do, I noticed her nipples poking at the front of her dress. It looked like she probably was not wearing a bra. Her brown hair rested on her shoulders and outlined her pretty face, with its big eyes and full lips. She has a large mouth that always seems to be asking for somebody’s dick to wrap itself around.

  Come to think of it, she always seems to be asking for that too. She’s the kind of slut who sucks off the boyfriends of girls who have pissed her off in some way, just to get revenge. She knows the effect her fat ass and long legs and high heels and lips have on men.

  She strutted in to give her boss some papers he had asked for and then, on the way out, dropped her pen near a side table. Instead of kneeling down to get it like a lady, she got down on her hands and knees to look for it, with her wide ass facing the boss and her panties just peeking out from the hem of her short skirt.

  Her boss sat there staring into space and shaking his head for a while after she left. About twenty minutes later he picked up the phone and called her in to take dictation.

  Betty walked into the office expectantly. Her boss started laying down the law. He said that her provocative behavior was driving him crazy, and that if she really wasn’t attracted to him she shouldn’t act like that. If she couldn’t get it under control, he added, he would ask to have her transferred back to her old position.

  She stood there blushing. “Don’t do that,” she said.

  “Why not?” he asked.

  Betty took a deep breath. “It’s embarrassing to admit this, but I only told you that I wasn’t interested because I was. Does that make sense?”

  “Not really,” he responded.

  “It’s a girl thing,” she informed him. “I wanted to make sure you really wanted me, and weren’t just playing around with me.”

  “Oh, I’m serious,” he told her in a soft voice. He motioned for her to come over to his chair. He spun his legs out from under the desk, leaned back and shut his eyes like he was hoping for a kiss.

  Instead she strutted over and, still standing, unzipped his pants and whipped out his black sausage. It was long, but kind of thin. Betty bent over at the waist, with her legs still straight, and gave the crown of his dick a few kisses while holding it in her hand. She then put the knob between her lips and tugged and suckled on it until he got really hard. She swirled her tongue ar
ound the pink ridge at the top of his meat and then slipped down to her knees at his feet. She teased him by only moving the very tip of his cock in her lips for a while. Then she dove down on his pole until his balls were against her chin and her feet were kicking off the ground to keep her balance.

  She obviously really did have a lot of cocksucking experience. She got him going with her slow and steady pulls on his rod and her slurping noises. When he started to come he suddenly pulled out and spurted his jism all over the place. She tried to catch the come in her mouth, but a lot got away. I must admit I had to suppress a huge boner from seeing her there on her knees with that pouty look and come flying everywhere.

  Once the boss’s cock was spent he just said, “My, my, my. You certainly do have a talent.”

  She said, “I love my work,” and asked if she might please have another try. Her boss told her in a minute she could, but asked her first to dance for him. He grabbed his remote control and turned on a stereo to some song from the Spice Girls and told her to take her dress off and dance.

  Smiling, she got up from her knees and peeled her dress off. My suspicion that she was braless was confirmed as her lovely boobs shivered with exposure to the open air. She began to shake and dance. She really got into dancing, her creamy white ass shimmying wildly. She swung her head and hair all around, her body jumping wildly around the room.

  A couple rap tunes came on, and she kept right on grinding to the heavy bass rhythms. She got up right in front of him and started swinging her hips and shaking her ass right in the boss’s face. He told her to crawl under the desk because his dick was ready again. I was pleased at this, because I knew this would give me a good show.

  Betty danced over to the other side of the desk and got down on her hands and knees. She stared into her boss’s eyes as she crawled catlike under his desk. From his angle, I think he could only see her ankles and high heels on the floor opposite him. she pulled his pants down to his ankles as he begged her to lick his black balls. Her head started to move. She held his dick up and off to the side with one hand while supporting herself with the other. I shifted my position in the closet to get a better view. She looked hotter than hell on her hands and knees like that, her fat ass sticking out from under the desk all lonely and begging to be played with.