by Letters to Penthouse XXXVI- Sultry Passions, Sinful Desires (epub)
Usually I’m annoyed by the presence of women in the weight room. But this one was clearly an exception. She had a certain appealing look as her hands reached over her head during her stretches. I could see her flat, tan stomach and her little puckered belly button. She looked delectable, to say the least.
I was on my last set on the bench and asked her to spot for me. I really didn’t need help, but I wanted her in a bad way. She agreed and stood above me with her legs spread slightly. I was within inches of her crotch. She helped me lift off, and as she leaned forward I could see up her shirt; she had a firm set of tits. I inhaled deeply and did my ten repetitions, slowly.
She was about done with her exercises, and judging from the sweat on her body, she’d had a pretty good workout. She still smelled sweet, though, and she was driving me crazy. When I finished, I asked if she was interested in getting some breakfast with me after we hit the showers.
She smiled and said, “Sure.”
We headed for our respective locker rooms. When I was about halfway through my shower, I felt hands running softly down my back. I turned around to find my new friend wearing nothing but a smile. She was studying my body.
“No tan lines,” she said, running her hands over my ass and crotch. “I like that. It’s very sexy.”
Her sculpted, sexy body wasn’t marked by any tan lines either. She pulled me close to her, and we met in a passionate French kiss filled with desire. My raging hard-on pressed against her flat abdomen as the hot water continued pouring over our hot bodies. The room was soon filled with steam. We continued to explore each other’s bodies.
“I want sex,” she whispered in my ear. “I need some wild, passionate sex.”
With that, she lay down on the floor and opened her legs for me. I was wildly turned on by the extreme care she took of her body. It was firm and trim. Her pubic hair was shaved in the shape of a triangle, which pointed to the opening of her sweet pussy.
Her wet pink lips were begging to be fucked, so I slowly fitted the head of my dick to her wet, eager pussy. I entered slowly and then slid my hard shaft all the way in her. Each time I thrust my piston in, she slid backward on the floor and let out a prolonged moan of unbridled sexual pleasure. Shivers swept over her.
Hard and fast I pounded into her. I could feel her hands tightly clutching my back as I went deeper with every thrust. My strokes were fast and furious. Her ass began to buck out of control in total ecstasy. She nibbled hard and hungrily on my neck, sending an electric jolt of pleasure racing through my entire body, which turned into total rapture.
The water washed the sweat from our bodies as we rocked each other. I knew she was about to let loose, and I also knew I wasn’t going to last much longer. I made one final thrust, reaching deeply within her, and arched my back for that extra penetration. I could feel the heat of her juices flowing over my balls as I exploded deep inside her body.
We lay together on the floor for a moment, enjoying each other’s touch. I slowly became flaccid and slid out of her warmth. We enjoyed the afterglow for a long while. Finally, not without regret, I found it necessary to peel myself away from her body.
We washed each other up and meandered into the dressing room. I watched in the mirror as she fixed her hair and started to get dressed. I needed more, but by this time it was pushing five in the morning. We were in the men’s room of a semiprivate club, but I didn’t care! I approached her from behind and kissed her neck and shoulders. She responded by rubbing her ass against my cock, which was hard again.
I guided my dick into her pussy from behind, running my hands over her lush yet firm body and watching her face in the mirror as I sank all the way in. We moved together in a slow, steady pattern. One of her hands reached behind and grabbed my ass as she braced herself against the mirror. The slow, steady rhythm changed into a fast, furious fucking. As her excitement increased, she repeated my name softly.
I felt my orgasm starting at my fingertips and the soles of my feet. It moved quickly throughout my body, and I shot deep inside her, almost making myself pass out from an overdose of pleasure. She inhaled deeply and opened her eyes wide as she felt me ejaculate. Her muscles tightened around my cock, sucking me dry as she trembled in my arms.
This go-around had definitely topped our previous bout of sex. She turned around and kissed me and said, “That was great.”
I had to agree with her about that. As we stood there recovering from our massive orgasms, I heard a door open. She grabbed her clothes and hurried out the door. The intruder was a friend of mine. Right away he knew that something was up. He raised his eyebrows and stared at my protruding cock, still more than half hard. Then he noticed the pair of white lacy underpants that she had left near the sink.
“Lacy white?” he said in a sarcastic voice. “I always figured you for a black-leather kind of guy.”
I couldn’t help smiling as I gathered up my bag and the underpants. I met up with my new friend in the lobby and gave her back her panties. We made plans to meet again, then each went our separate way.
—K.R., Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Inventive Couple’s Hints
I’ve never had straight sex that was as good as it was in the days when I used to fuck my girlfriend Iris on the little daybed under the eaves of her tiny attic apartment.
Iris would lie back on the little bed, and I would kneel to approach her. The entrance to her vagina would be about two inches too high for me to thread my cock straight in. So I would grasp the edge of the mattress to the left and the right of her hips and use my body weight to bear down until we were aligned. Then I would aim my cock up and into her sweet threshold.
At this angle, the pressure of the mattress from underneath would direct my shaft up firmly against the forward surface of her love canal. I’d put the heel of my palm on her mound of Venus, and with my thumb I’d gently retract the nun’s hood from around her clitoris.
This arrangement left her upraised legs unsupported, except when she occasionally clutched my forearms with her calves. So when we planned long sessions, as we often did, we would put a chair on each side of me for her to rest her legs on.
From this position, I could move inside her with long and lingering strokes. We discovered that, at this angle, the pressure was such that it could revive my erection quite promptly if I stayed firmly inside after coming. In there, I could feel her heartbeats, and that sensation alone would bring me around quickly. On one long and lazy memorable Sunday afternoon, I jetted hot juices into her three times in a row without withdrawing.
I highly recommend this position for protracted lovemaking. It is particularly good if one’s lady is, like Iris, rather shrouded in the clitoral department, and she doesn’t get going well in any other postures.
Iris confided in me that she thought she had the symptoms of a classic nymphomaniac. Before we devised this position, she had very rarely come during intercourse, so she felt she never could get quite enough. This, she thought, was what made her a vivacious cocksucker. She really was very good at it.
She confessed to me that she had practiced fellatio at every opportunity and in every way that she could think of. Thanks to this resourcefulness, she had probed the limits of her gag reflex and had succeeded in getting it under excellent control. My penis is average, about six and a half or seven inches fully extended, and she could drink me in absolutely to the root.
It was a sublimely ecstatic shock to see the whole thing disappear in there the first time, and she was the first lady I ever shot into while fully implanted. That first time, I’m sure that I gushed enough to top up a whiskey jigger, in a long, frenetically pulsing jolt. But she swallowed it all with perfect tranquility. Call it mind over matter.
It was always a toss-up whether I would rather fuck her on the daybed in the manner I described or receive a blowjob, which seemed a little selfish, though enticing. We had a system that worked out nicely for a while. When we were at home, we’d fuck, at least for a finish. When we felt
the urgency out in public and didn’t want to make a lot of fuss or leave telltale dribbles, she would give me a blowjob.
When we went the blowjob route, of course, I was the only one who got off. But when we used our special fucking position, she always had more than one orgasm—sometimes as many as ten to my three. So it all balanced out rather effectively.
Previous to our encounters, Iris said she had preferred rear entry with no direct clitoral involvement at all. She found this position at least mildly fulfilling rather than sort of frustrating. While using it, once in a while she attained climax from the deep penetration that it provides. We occasionally went at it this way for old times’ sake, recalling our first encounter. But ultimately her laid-back posture proved much more satisfying for her.
Perhaps if other couples give our special position a try, they may be able to increase their mutual satisfaction as much as Iris and I did!
—V.N., East Rutherford, New Jersey
A Corporate Merger
All my life I’ve considered myself an extremely sexual person—six years ago, I won Best Chest in a bikini contest—but after having a baby and dating a string of boyfriends who left me unsatisfied in bed, I found myself no longer comfortable with my body. But I’m happy that now I’ve got a new man in my life who’s really helped me get back in touch with my sexuality. I think the story of how we became involved would really turn on Forum readers.
I had been on a job interview, and on my way out I saw the next interviewee. He looked like “stiff competition,” but I had no idea that I could ever take that cliché literally. As it turns out, Joseph got the job, but I was hired to be his assistant. I found my new boss attractive the first time I laid eyes on him. He’s tall, handsome, and a sharp dresser; the word debonair could easily be used to describe him.
The first time we discussed work I was impressed by the confidence, intelligence, and strength he radiated. Our work relationship developed into a successful, strong, and open one; we have a similar sense of humor and as a management team, we do a great job. I quickly found myself also admiring his brown eyes and long, flirtatious eyelashes. We would be engrossed in work and suddenly I would be wondering how good he was in bed. Whenever I had sex with my inexperienced, now former boyfriend, I would imagine that I was with Joseph. I wanted him so badly I worried I would say his name instead of my boyfriend’s when we were together.
Although I tried to focus on my work, I found myself more and more concerned with what I wore to the office. While trying to look as professional as possible, I started choosing form-fitting tops and outfits that would accentuate my hourglass shape. Thong panties and push-up bras became common undergarments. Soon enough I began to notice Joseph watching me. I started to lean over the desk to give him the opportunity to look down my blouse, and I would bend over when I knew he would see my ass. The new management team was really beginning to warm up.
One night when our coworkers were gone and we had the building to ourselves, we started a special executive session, but I had no idea it would end up the way it did. I couldn’t ignore the growing attraction between us any longer and finally suggested that he kiss me. He looked me straight in the eyes and kissed me softly and slowly, full on the lips. My heart started to pound and my entire body tingled as he held me against his broad, muscular chest.
I was aching for him to touch my breasts, so I guided his hand to the hard nipple poking through my thin cotton blouse. His thumb gently stroked the stiff nub under my shirt before his hands held me completely. It felt great being with someone who was enjoying my tits. I guess the window shopping had gone on long enough. He was ready to sample the merchandise, and so was I.
He had my jacket off and bra undone so I could feel his hand directly on the skin of my breast. We continued to stand close, kissing and grinding against each other. Finally I said, “I’d fuck you right here, but I don’t know where we could do it.” Not expecting him to take me seriously, I was pleased when he led me to the conference room, drew the blinds, and began to kiss me again.
I moved to shut the door, but he said, “No, I want to be able to hear if someone comes.” We were already going to be naughty, but somehow leaving the door open turned me on even more.
I had been grinding my cunt against his bulge for long enough. Now it was time to see what his cock was really like. I unbuckled his belt. Watching his pants fall away made me want him even more. Soon I realized how wet I was; I felt as if an oil factory had spilled between my legs. I slipped my hand down his boxers and found that his cock was already rock-hard. A sticky sweet drop of come had formed on the tip, and I rubbed it around the head. Feeling that come made me want to take him in my mouth.
I finally told him I wanted to suck his cock. I pulled a chair up to him, leaned forward, and took him in my mouth. I needed a better angle, so I pushed the chair back without taking my mouth off his delicious sausage. I dropped to my knees in front of him, where I had plenty of room to move and do what I wanted.
I felt his cock press against the back of my throat. I swallowed and sucked, taking his entire shaft at once. I could feel his dick getting harder as I slid my mouth softly up and down, and then went back to sucking hard on the whole thing. I ran my tongue over the head and tasted what leaked out. I only stopped sucking long enough to run my tongue along the shaft and around the head of his hard, full cock.
Then he decided to check out what assets I brought to the team. He reached down and undid my pants. My jeans and panties slid easily down over my hips. He went right for my clit; this was exciting since my last few lovers had no idea about rubbing a woman’s throb-knob. I got even wetter as my clit became hard and he pulled my lips open.
I said, “Slide your finger inside of me.” He parted my soaked pussy lips and touched that velvety soft spot before entering my tunnel. I could hardly catch my breath, it felt so good. His hand brought the wet juices all around my playground. As I was bucking my hips to get my cunt all over his hand, my nipples hardened and I knew I could come just from his touch. Being a woman, you don’t ever have to hold back an orgasm. It had been quite a while since I’d felt one, so I probably couldn’t have held myself back if I wanted to.
I pressed myself down on the hand that was stroking me so well and I started to feel an orgasm coming over me. All my blood seemed to pool toward my cunt. I pushed my hips slowly and forcefully to ride the feeling out. Then he started me up again by taking his come-soaked finger and placing it on my lips. He kissed me so we could both taste the sweet nectar his fingers drew out of me.
His cock wanted more action after being in my mouth and getting sucked so much. He pushed me back so I was tits-up on the conference room table with my cunt and ass hanging over the edge. The cold hard table was a turn-on. He tried to place my jacket under my head but I pushed it away. I grabbed his hips so he could get that big submarine submerged in my wet pink depths as soon as possible. I brought my knees up and he held them under his arms as he stood at the head of the table.
Joseph positioned himself in front of me and deliberately put the tip of his tool on the edge of my sweetness. The orgasm that I’d had helped him slide into a perfect combination of tightness and wetness. I arched my back and moaned with pleasure. He slid in and out, enjoying every stroke. I had my hands up above my head and my body squirmed with lust. He held me by my hips and the tops of my thighs so his thrusting wouldn’t slide me up on the table.
The pace started to quicken, and the only thing on my mind was how great he felt inside of me. He was standing and fucking me, totally in charge. I was lying there soaking it all up, completely absorbed in the feeling of getting a good fuck. Soon I was at the brink of another orgasm. Joseph gave my pussy a few more thrusts and rubbed my clit again. I couldn’t come fast enough. My whole body pulsed with pleasure. My heart raced and the fluid broke loose in my cunt. My nipples ached and my whole body filled with adrenaline.
He kept fucking me but slowed down a bit, knowing I’d just had another or
gasm. He gave me a minute and then asked me to turn onto my stomach. As he guided me around I nearly fell over. I was light-headed and weak in the knees from my second orgasm. The table was firm under my large breasts, and the cool top felt good on my hot nipples. I was bent over the edge so I was supported in place as he entered me from behind.
This woman likes to fuck doggie-style and I think he could tell. I pressed myself against the tabletop and for a moment thought about its being used for a business meeting. No one would know I had been lying down on top of it enjoying a man who knew how to use his cock. He took my waist, right above my hips, and moved his big hard cock in and out. From feeling the angle of his body I knew he was watching his cock go inside of me. It turned me on more knowing that he was seeing himself sink into the pink flesh between my legs.
He said, “You have a nice ass,” as he started to rub his hands over the round part of my butt. Knowing that he appreciated my body turned up the heat for me even more. I took a firmer hold on the sides of the table and pushed my ass up to meet his thrusts. I was moaning again and couldn’t keep myself quiet. My heart was racing and I felt the beginning of orgasm number three starting to take over. As it built in me he picked up the pace and began thumping me from behind. His nuts were getting in on the action as they bounced off my sweaty bush and wet lips.
The juicy sounds of hot sex filled the conference room. We moved with awesome action and finally I lost control and experienced another orgasm. I knew by the way his cock was pumping and throbbing inside of me that he was coming, too. Joseph and I started to come down from our orgasms at the same time. We were both breathing heavily. After a moment he stepped back. I just laughed because I had enjoyed myself so much. We cleaned the big come stain off the floor and wiped off the table.
This man is one great fuck. We did it again twice in the office today: Once I was bent over straight in front of him with my hands on my ankles. I missed sucking him so I did that later while he sat in his office. He liked the headjob so much, he facefucked me while I was under the desk. Maybe I’ll save that for another letter.