Letters to Penthouse XI

by Letters to Penthouse XI- Where Your Wildest Fantasies Come True (epub)

  THE DAILY SEMINAR MOTIVATES MORE THAN JUST THEIR SALES TECHNIQUE

  There are some things that seem to go on forever, like good food or great sex, and then there are things that seem endless, like motivational seminars. Once a year the company I work for decides the staff needs to get motivated, so they hire some business consultant to spout the latest industry buzzwords to instill pride and productivity among us peons. This year the seminar was held at a nice resort so it wasn't all bad, and since my wife made the trip with me the evenings were far more interesting than the days.

  The first day the speaker droned on and on about two-hundred percent effort, strategic somethings and planned whatsits in the workplace. This year's Key to Success was “Act NOW!” (you could almost hear the capital letters when he spoke). I was motivated, all right, but my motivation was to get my wife Carol back to our room so we could rut like rabbits.

  When the inevitable motivational movie started, I slid my hand onto her thigh and began to play with the hem of her skirt. My thoughts drifted back to the sight of her delectable body as we got dressed that morning. I had put the moves on her to no avail; she's a practical woman and we really did have to show up at the seminar on time. In the darkness of the screening room I envisioned unhooking her lacy bra and sucking on her beautiful tits, then stripping off her pantyhose to uncover her luscious cunt and have an afternoon snack. Hey, maybe the seminar was having an effect on me after all.

  The speaker kept stressing a clear vision and forceful action for success in the workplace. Well my vision was clear that morning, when I watched Carol put on her tailored business suit. It looks like a blouse and jacket, but I knew that the front of the blouse was just a dickey sewn into the jacket, so I took action. With my eyes staring blindly at the screen, I slid my hand under the jacket and started caressing her breast. She swatted my hand away at first, but I wasn't deterred. I drew circles over the slippery fabric of her bra cup, zeroing in on her nipple. It wasn't long before she settled back in the seat and shifted her body toward me.

  I amused myself by playing with her bra straps and sliding my fingers beneath the soft cups to touch her nipple. Each time I found it I could feel her body stiffen but she remained silent. Just to see how far I could go I slid my hand under the band of the bra and drew it up and over her breast, leaving her tit open to my probing fingers. The film was still running, so I started pinching her nipples. Carol was really enjoying my touch and was starting to squirm as she got more turned on. Just as I was about to get bold and explore under her skirt the lights came up and the film ended, and so did my explorations. Carol quickly tugged her bra into place and we once again became part of the audience.

  When the session was finally over we rode the elevator up to our room. As soon as the door closed I pulled up her jacket, again moved her bra cup aside and hungrily sucked her boobs until we reached our floor. When we got to our room we were madly tearing each other's clothes off and racing to the bed. She jumped in and spread her legs, demanding service right then. Now that's motivational speaking for you!

  I dived right in and started to lap her supremely productive cunt. She was very wet from my teasing and her pussy gave off a beautiful aroma. As I parted her legs, her appetizing pink lips peeked out from her wiry blonde bush, just begging to be kissed. I took each tender labium into my mouth, tickling the edge with my tongue. She started to wiggle again so I began to lap her slit with long, sensuous strokes. Beads of cunt juice forming on her pubic hair gathered on my face until they began to drip off my chin.

  I know what Carol likes most of all, so once she was really flying I spread her bush to expose her lovely little clit. I placed my lips over her button and began to suck lightly. I slipped my finger into her love-tunnel, pressing upward in time with the lashing of my tongue. She really got off on that, and I had a hard time keeping up with her as she shifted her ass around underneath me. Right after she came I crawled up and slammed my prick deep into her well-lubricated hole. We really did fuck like rabbits that night, until I couldn't tell whether it was my come or her juice dripping out of her snatch.

  The next morning she put on stockings and a garterbelt. That surprised me because she usually saves them for erotic play. I just love the feel of stocking-clad legs on my back as I fill her with my manhood. She wasn't wearing any panties either. I got the feeling she was trying to motivate me. Then she donned her proper business attire and we went down to breakfast.

  Before the session I ran up to the room for a little surprise, just in case it was needed. We both searched the program looking for the next movie, and she smiled as she pointed it out. This time we sat in the back of the theater. As soon as the lights dimmed I pulled up her skirt and began to play with her bush. Then I took out my motivational tool: a long, fat, vibrating dildo. Her eyes grew wide in the darkened theater as she saw my little surprise, then she scooted forward in the chair to open herself to the fullest.

  I didn't turn it on at first, so I wouldn't give us away with its telltale buzzing. I played with her cunt by touch while my eyes faced forward. She was as wet as I had hoped and the rubber dick slid right in. I fucked her with the dildo until she reached down and helped me drive the toy into her hungry love-canal. When it was fully buried in her slit I turned on the vibrator. I couldn't even hear it as it hummed away deep in her vagina. I placed her hand on the dildo and started to rub her clit. Even after the marathon screwing we had the night before, she was ready. I rubbed her clit through the wet, slippery hair and felt her tense up once again. The timing was perfect; she came just as the music swelled and the film came to an end. I quickly turned off the vibrator and slid it out of her when the lights went up. I would have to wash my jacket later, but I really didn't care.

  Considering that our sexual productivity was well above average, we took time off for dinner before returning to the room. My darling wife left her bra and stockings on to give me something to look at, then lay me on the bed. My hard-on was pointing directly at the ceiling, so she climbed aboard and put me inside her. Her stocking-clad legs brushed against me as she rode my pole, sending soft shivers through my body with every touch. Her dripping cunt enveloped my prick, thrilling me in alternating waves of hot and cold as she bounced up and down. As I bucked up into her and let my come flow, she grinned and encouraged me to keep filling her pussy with all I had. My productivity must have been off, because by the time I filled her with my cream she was starting to get tired.

  At last my pecker gave up and slid out of her slippery tunnel. As it did she placed her well-fucked slit over my mouth and begged me to eat her out until she came. I was happy to oblige, so I propped my head on a pillow and plied her with my tongue. I made her wait, blowing into her hair and slowly teasing her clit. Each movement squeezed more of my seed from her love-tunnel and soon I was eating my own spunk along with her juices.

  As she leaned over my face she exposed her asshole to me, so I began to explore its puckered rim. Just wiggling my finger at her back door turned her on, and she loudly demanded my fingers inside her NOW (maybe these seminars are good for something after all). I slowly pressed my digit into her tight asshole, sliding it in and out as I sucked her cunt. I didn't get too far because she came before my finger was half way up her rectum. She ground her soaking crotch into my face and loudly screamed, “Yes!” over and over before collapsing next to me.

  When I emerged from the shower the next morning I noticed that my underpants were missing. Carol smiled as she told me I wouldn't need them. I was glad to go along with her, but I felt a little vulnerable zipping up my pants. I thought I'd go crazy waiting for the film that morning, but at last it came and the theater darkened.

  I felt Carol's hand at my zipper almost instantly. The cool air touched my exposed cock as the teeth of my zipper parted. This time it was my turn to slide forward as Carol's long, soft fingers picked up my flaccid pole and gently stroked it. She wrapped her hand around my softened staff and began to ripple her fingers down its lengt
h one by one until she clenched me in her fist. As I felt myself growing under her ministrations, the head of my pecker peeked out of her fist to where her thumb could play with it. She teased me unmercifully, moving her fingers around the head of my swollen member, sliding a fingernail along the shaft, occasionally pulling hard to keep things interesting. She had to work with one hand while pretending to watch the film, but she overcame that handicap very nicely.

  That old feeling started to build, and I suddenly wondered how I could explain the come all over my pants when her hand disappeared and I heard a faint rustle. I felt her roll a rubber slowly down my aching pole while her fingers danced up and down its length. I gripped the armrests with all my strength as I exploded. Carol changed her grip and grabbed the root of my prick tightly, then milked the come out of me in slow, steady strokes. I really can't remember how I managed to make it through that climax without letting the whole theater know I was coming, but I filled the rubber with my white spunk and no one glanced our way. At least when I could open my eyes no one was looking at us. I Once again felt her fingers on my spent spike as she removed the rubber. She tied it off and slipped it into her purse with its wrapper, and we sat back to see if there was anything worth watching as the movie rolled on. There wasn't, but by that time I couldn't have cared less. Who'd have known that these seminars could be enjoyable under the right circumstances?—T.B., Chicago, Illinois

  A SUCKER BET PAYS OFF FOR A WOMAN AND HER FAST-COMING LOVER

  I always came quickly during sex with my girlfriend Annabel, leaving her frustrated and unsatisfied. One day she bet me that I couldn't hold myself from ejaculating for fifteen minutes. While I was considering the wager, she went a step further. She said she would not put my dick into her pussy, ass or mouth nor would she use her hands. If I lost, I would have to do all of the house chores for one day. If I won, she would keep those duties. Sounds like a sure bet, I thought. How can I lose?

  I quickly agreed and lay back on the bed, naked. She pulled her dress over her head and tossed it to the floor. She was wearing a sheer black nylon body stocking. She mounted me and kissed me deeply. Then she began to dry hump me, moving her pelvis against my cock. It didn't take me long to come feeling the soft nylon rubbing against me. In just over six minutes I shot my load all over her body stocking.

  Laughing as she got up, she informed me that just because we're playing didn't mean I didn't have to live up to my end of the bargain. Then she peeled off the soiled body stocking, tossed it to me and told me to hand wash it in the sink. After all, I was the one who soiled it.

  While I stood bare-assed and in awe at the sink washing the nylon, she put her dress back on and stepped into her pumps. She told me to wring it out real good. When I had all the water squeezed out of it, Annabel told me to put it on as a reminder of my problem. I told her I would not wear women's clothes. She told me to put it on or I'd be a welcher, so I clumsily slipped it on. The moist nylon instantly caused my dick to come to attention and the tight fit pressed it flat against my stomach.

  Then she told me to put on my jeans, a shirt and my shoes over it, because we were about to go shopping. With every step the nylon stretched and caressed my body, keeping me hard. Annabel bought lots of things for herself then we went back home.

  As soon as we got in the door Annabel told me to shed my male attire. I quickly stripped down to the body stocking. She asked me if I was ready to try our bet again, only this time she told me if I lost she would add two more days to my chores. Once again I said yes. She said that before we played our game I had to satisfy her first. She sat on my face and I tongued her pussy to two orgasms.

  Then it was my turn. Annabel started the timer and slowly slid down on me, placing her dripping pussy over my nylon-covered dick. She began to slowly slide her pussy back and forth against my dick. I came even quicker than before. Annabel let me go to sleep, as I was completely worn out.

  I woke up the next morning with a raging hard-on, but Annabel was asleep and I had to go to work. When I looked over at the dresser I found a Polaroid picture of me in the body stocking along with a note that said I was to wear my outfit under my clothes all day or she'd post similar pictures on our website! I decided to go along, and my cock was hard all day long. I wonder what the guys at the office would have said if they knew the boss was covered from his neck to his toes in sheer black nylon!

  When I got home that night Annabel told me to strip down to the catsuit. Once I was clad in nothing but the tight body stocking, she led me to the bed. She removed all her clothes and asked me if I wanted to try our little bet one more time, adding that if I failed she would add four more days to the three I'd already lost. Once again I quickly agreed, only to hear her say that I'd have to satisfy her first.

  Annabel fucked my face for more than an hour and then slid down to mount me, again dry humping me slowly. I lasted about ten minutes before shooting my load into the nylon sheath that covered my body. She laughed and told me to strip out of the stocking and take a shower.

  When I dried myself off she led me to the bedroom and told me to dress in the outfit she had laid out for me. I balked when I saw a dress surrounded by finery, but she just smiled and handed me another photo of me in the body stocking. Grumbling, I put on a black padded bra. Then I slid seamed black stockings up my legs and hooked them to a black garterbelt. I slipped on a pair of silky black panties before forcing my feet into a pair of tight black high-heel pumps. Topping the outfit off was a black French maid's dress with a frilly white collar and apron. The whole outfit reached just over my knees. As soon as I was dressed Annabel snapped several pictures of me while giggling away.

  My first task was to hand wash the body stocking again. Then I cooked, served dinner and did a lot of housework. With every step I took, the shoes pinched, the garter loosened and the stockings brushed softly against the dress. It was exciting and erotic. At bedtime Annabel allowed me to remove my dress and shoes but I had to keep everything else on.

  Annabel snapped my garter and asked me if I wanted to try again. Immediately she mounted my face. After she was finally satisfied, she slid down and placed her wet pussy against my dick. She reminded me that if I lost I'd have eight more days added to my sentence. I nodded and she began to move her hips. Just short of fifteen minutes later, I filled my panties with jism.

  Annabel told me that each time I achieved a goal she would raise the time limit by five minutes. She also said that until I reached an hour my dick would not go inside of her. That was six months ago. Every night when I get home I put on a dress, tight shoes and the appropriate accessories and do all the chores. I've worn everything under my work clothes: teddies, panties, camisoles, pantyhose, stockings, tights, leotards, catsuits and even corsets.

  I've made it to fifty-five minutes now but I owe Annabel so many days I'll still be training when I'm sixty. And of course Annabel has a large picture collection now, ensuring that I'll always behave.—B.L., New Hope, Pennsylvania

  A SEXY RENDEZVOUS LEAVES THEM SAILING ON WAVES OF ECSTASY

  I thought your readers might enjoy hearing one of the many incredible experiences that I've shared with Diana. We met at a business conference, felt the heat and things have gone on from there. We both travel in our jobs, and I can't tell you how many times we've managed to cross airline paths for two to three hours, get a half-day rate at a hotel and fuck until the maintenance guys came to “check out the heater” because of the noise Diana makes when she comes. Any of our experiences would make most people's top ten list.

  Once while we were having phone sex, we had fantasized about taking my boat out on the ocean and making love in the open; we finally got the chance when she came to my town for a business meeting. She came to my office and said she wanted me to fuck her on my desk, but she's so loud when she comes that we decided against it. We agreed to get together later, hook up my boat and head for the beach.

  The oily slick ocean made me think of her pussy as we headed out through the inlet. D
iana was playing with my cock and rubbing her perfect breasts on me while I tried to maintain control long enough to get offshore. While I shut the boat down, Diana got naked on deck, then stripped off my shirt and shorts. I was still on the bow when she started licking my balls and cock while stroking me with her hand. She had me hard in no time, and she immediately began to swallow my cock.

  Diana loves it when I grab her nipples while she eats me; she says they're connected straight to her pussy and it makes her crazy. She sucked and stroked and licked my shaft, taking my cock in until it hit the back of her throat. She said she could feel my balls tighten then tilted her head back a little so I could see my come shoot into her mouth. I pulled her up and kissed her so we could share the flavor, and then sat her on the seat with her legs over my back while I knelt on the deck.

  Her pussy was swollen and steamy. I blew on it to try to cool her down, but that only made her wiggle and moan. She was pulling my head to her slit, wanting me to lick and suck it, so I obliged. I worked my tongue lightly between her love-lips and then began to lick all around her clit. When I had her moaning, I sucked her whole mound into my mouth and began to really work on her love-button.

  She started to buck against my tongue, so I slipped one finger into her pussy and one up her ass to help her come harder. I could feel her asshole start to contract and then she lost control, first telling me to stop and then begging me not to. I pulled my face away and moved up next to her, sliding my dick up and down her crack. She looked down and saw my purple cockhead slide up out of her slit and through her pussy hairs and back down again. She asked me to slide it inside her but I kept teasing. She finally begged me to please fuck her silly.

  Since I hate to see her beg, I slowly pushed my cock inside her. Diana's pussy is so tight that even when she's dripping wet, slow is the only way to go. She was sitting on the boat seat and I knelt in front of her so I could suck her nipples into my mouth. Her nipples are so sexy when they stand up at attention. She was wiggling all over and came very quickly while she pulled my mouth onto her breasts.