Penthouse (7 page)

In the fourth week, I acted like I had just gotten out of bed. My hair was down, and I wore a sheer baby-doll nightie. Their eyes were popping as they ogled me. As I moved around, the silky fabric stuck to my skin, showing my erect nipples. I bent down to show them the dark crack of my ass. I sat down on the couch to read the paper, spread my legs to let them see up my thighs. From the cool air, I could feel that they were able to see the furry part between my legs.

But now I was moist and wantonly hot. With a low voice, I asked them whether they perform
other
services. They asked, “What do you have in mind, lady?” I leaned back, moved the fabric of my panties aside, slowly spread my cunt lips, and proceeded to insert one finger inside of me.

The two men dropped their cleaning equipment, sank to their knees in front of me, and started to caress my body. Their hands were all over me, softly stroking my thighs, kneading my tits. As soon as I removed my hand from my pussy an eager tongue lapped broadly from the bottom up to my clit. Every time he touched my knob, I felt closer to coming. One thick finger slid between my swollen pussy lips, and I almost dissolved in a shattering orgasm.

They had undressed and showed their other equipment. Their dark, smooth bodies were almost hairless. Their cocks stood straight up near their bellies. I leaned forward and licked one of these beautiful tools while holding the other in my hands. I opened my mouth, took it all in, and started a slow pump, which turned into a fast pump until an enormous eruption shot down my throat. I took a deep breath and continued the same treatment on the other cock. All this had taken but a few minutes, and I wasn’t through yet, by a long shot. In fact, I burned with desire. I led the two men into the bedroom and sucked them alternately to a renewed state of action. I took the deep pounding on my back with my legs over their shoulders. I was in sex heaven.

Two men in bed is my favorite, surpassed only by more men in bed, including my husband. Like always, I told my husband what I’d been up to, and he joined us a couple of weeks later.

—T. W., California

Behind the Scenes

Imagine a beautiful neighborhood in Oregon with trees, white picket fences, and annual barbecues. This is the type of neighborhood that Larry and Debbie live in. They are the model neighbors in everyone’s eyes, but behind the bedroom door there is a different side of them.

Their bedroom is a
Penthouse
wonderland. The bed has a beautiful oak canopy with mirrors on the top and sides. At the foot of the bed (which vibrates), there is a stationary video camera for recording all the fun and adventure.

You see, I’m their housekeeper. One day while cleaning their bedroom I found one of the tapes they had made together. I put it in the VCR that was in the bedroom and began to watch it. I couldn’t believe my eyes. The ever-so-perfect couple was doing things I have only dreamt of. Debbie came into the room in a little string bikini and lace cover. Larry was sitting on the bed with a bulging hard-on. Debbie went to him and stripped each piece of clothing off. Once she was at his feet, she began to suck his now even larger toy.

As I was watching this I began to get wet. I wasn’t sure what was turning me on more—his huge penis or her beautifully shaped breasts. I began to finger myself while watching more of the tape. Debbie stopped sucking and Larry lay back on the bed. Then she sat on his face and he began to eat her out. I couldn’t stand it—I began to masturbate. Just as I was close to coming, Debbie and Larry came into the room. I was so embarrassed . . . I wasn’t sure what to say or do. As I started to get up, Debbie came to me and began rubbing my breasts. She asked if I wanted her to eat me out, and I told her that I wasn’t sure. She just smiled and guided me down onto the bed. I could tell that Larry was getting quite turned on by the way his penis was growing in the fastest way. He began to rub himself.

Debbie was sucking my tits and rubbing my clit and my breathing was so wild I couldn’t control myself. Larry came over, sat on the bed, and turned on the mattress. The more it vibrated, the wetter I became. Debbie started to lick my cunt, and Larry suggested that I close my eyes so I wouldn’t be able to see what was happening. I could only feel that there were two people on me. One of them was sucking my tits and the other was eating me out. The feelings were so much more intense because I couldn’t anticipate what was going to happen next. Larry stuck his long, hard cock into my mouth and his precome tasted so good. He then put his penis into my wet cunt and began to bang me. He started slowly, then worked his way up to a fast, pulsating hump. I screamed as I climaxed.

When they were done, I opened my eyes. They were both sweaty, and when Debbie asked how I’d liked it, I just smiled. Larry invited me over to enjoy their company anytime. Now I can’t wait to work for them again next Tuesday.

—H. H., Oregon

Working the Worker

My fantasy begins like this: There are men working in our house. I find one in particular very attractive. My husband is also home. I am going about my business in the kitchen, working at the counter and sink, preparing our dinner. I am wearing a half shirt with no bra and a denim miniskirt with nothing underneath. From behind me I hear someone working. A few minutes later, my husband is standing behind me, sliding his hands up my ribs underneath my shirt to gently grab my breasts. His fingers feel their way to my already hardening nipples. He lightly pinches them, and they harden all the more. While he plays with my tits, I let out an approving moan to let him know in yet another way that what he is doing is just right.

My nipples are like stones between his fingers, and now I can feel my cunt throbbing because of what he is doing to me. I am getting wet and slippery between my legs. The anticipation of waiting for him to discover my wanting cunt with a finger is killing me. He is so excited—I can tell by his breathing. I reach behind me and feel his excitement through his jeans. Finally, ever so gently, his fingers find my hot cunt. He is so surprised when I spread my feet a little farther apart. His finger finds my moist entrance and teases me. I want his finger to enter me, but he continues his game. While he is playing with my entrance, I quickly bend my knees so his finger is forced to slip inside. Again I give a most approving moan. He slides his finger in and out of me.

I need to take him to my room, so without even turning around, I take his hand and lead him up the stairs. One of the other workers spots us and gives us a thumbs-up. When we enter the bedroom, I turn to close the door. To my surprise, the man is not my husband but the worker I was admiring earlier! I can’t stop now. Even if I wanted to, he is already sliding his hands around me to find my ass, hiking my skirt up to feel my cunt from behind. Then he kisses me, softly at first. I open my mouth to his, and our tongues meet and explore each other. Wow, does he taste sweet! Now my curiosity gets to me, and I need to see the bulge beneath his pants. I slide my hands slowly from his shoulders to his not-too-hairy chest. It’s hot, and I can feel his heart racing beneath my hands. I slide my hands down to his navel and use one finger to trace the hair from his belly to the thing I’ve been wanting since he first touched me. I unbutton his pants and ask him to remove them. He is wearing normal white briefs, but they are so sexy on this man. He is breaking through the elastic waist. I stroke him through his underwear, then I pull them down to reveal a soft yet very hard cock. He sits on the edge of the bed. I love the taste of man, so I can’t resist him. I lick his cock to get it wet all over, then grab the tip of it with my lips and slide them down the length of his bulging cock—tugging, sucking, and playing with it with my tongue.

Now it is his turn to let out a moan. Sucking and licking and kissing, I love the feel of him in my mouth. I can feel that he is ready to explode, but I am not finished yet, so I slow down and gently kiss his cockhead. He lies across the bed—I lean over him and let him play with my hanging tits, the nipples still showing my arousal. I swing my leg around so my cunt is above his face. I let him look and, finally, explore with his fingers. I can’t see his face, but I can feel his pulse accelerating to an incredible speed. I know he must love watching his fingers disappear and reappear from the depths of me. I reach around my own ass, and with my fingers I spread my cunt open even farther for him. That I would let him look at me in this way excites him so much, and it excites me to know that I am able to do this to a man. I lower myself to him so he can reach me with his mouth, and I feel his hot, wet tongue lick the area around my cunt, finally tasting all of me as he slides it in and out. I shudder as I feel my juices rush into my loins. I moan, wanting his tongue to be farther inside me, wetter, hotter—my heart is beating so hard and fast, I’m sure it will somehow escape from my chest—exploring, licking, thrusting until my entire body trembles in an incredible climax.

He licks me softly now, tasting me again, knowing it was he who drove me to such wild passion. I move my body down to touch his cock with my still wet cunt. I rub it, covering him with my juices. To his surprise, I slip his cock right into my opening, but only the tip at first. I love to tease! As I am coming down so slowly onto him, he jerks his body up, and the length of him is buried inside me. My cunt seems to tug on his cock, as if I want to feel him deeper. We thrust our bodies together and, since I am on top, I make sure my cunt swallows his entire cock—in and out, up and down. Once again his hands find my flopping tits—pinching my nipples in such a way that it feels as if I am being fucked in two places! My cunt is just throbbing, this is incredible! We roll over to the missionary position, and I grab my legs to give more thrusting power. I feel his hands on my ass as our bodies are turned into one. Again I feel my body shuddering below—his is doing the same. Thrusting deeper into me, it seems as if he is going to put his whole body inside me. I
want
his whole body inside me. I feel his body tremble, and I know that his climax is about to happen, just as my second one is. Together, deep, hot, wet, I realize I have been screaming softly. I feel his cock throb and pulse as he shoots his magnificent seed into my barren body. With no worries, I reach the point of ecstasy with him. We kiss, then smile at each other. I tell him there is a lot more work to do and that we will be needing him until further notice.
I
will be needing him.

My husband knows of this fantasy and is turned on by knowing that I actually imagine this when we have sex.

—L. M., Wisconsin

Love Is Blind

Here is a story that I would like to share, even though in so doing I have to make a few embarrassing admissions.

First let me say that I am thirty-seven, unmarried (sigh), and work as a secretary for the most wonderful and gorgeous man in the world. Although I have a nice bust line and shapely legs and fanny, I am not what you would describe as beautiful, with the result that my social life—and yes, my sex life—is nil.

Anyway, I have this mad crush on my boss, and I have had it since I started to work for him, five years ago. But do you think he notices me? Not in the least. Oh, I’ve tried, let me tell you, but nothing seemed to work.

Then one noon a couple of months ago, I had a quick lunch in the cafeteria, then returned to the office for a package I was going to mail at the post office. His office door was closed, and thinking I’d ask him if I could get anything for him while I was out, I opened the door . . . and what a sight I saw.

There they were on the floor, my boss and Martha, the receptionist, going at it like crazy:

I was utterly shocked and, at the same time, hypnotized by what I was watching. He was stretched out on his back, completely nude, with Martha, also nude, astride his midsection, pumping away, her little breasts bouncing and flying about with every mad thrust. She was riding him for all she was worth, and the very thought of it drove me insane with jealousy. They were positioned so that she was facing me, but she didn’t see me, as her eyes were closed. Then, suddenly, something must have registered, for her eyes blinked open in recognition. After the first grimace of shock, her face melted into a broad smile, and she winked! The sight of the two of them so unnerved me that I was trying to back out of the doorway when Martha made a motion for me to stop and, pausing not the least in her rhythm, she pointed to his head and made hand motions for me to come in and undress.

I looked down at him, and for the first time I noticed that his eyes were tightly closed. Despite her urging to the contrary, I was going to back out and leave them alone when the thought struck me:
Why not? An opportunity like this doesn’t come often in my life.
So, my decision made, I slipped into the room, closing the door softly behind me, and quickly stripped nude.

Martha motioned me over and, as she did so, she leaned over close to his ear, telling him quietly that she wanted to do it to him orally and he should keep his eyes closed. With that, she eased herself off his pelvis, revealing the most gigantic male organ I had ever seen, even in the magazines. Inexperienced as I am in such matters, I couldn’t even begin to estimate the dimensions—it was simply
huge
.

Glistening moistly, it stood there, erect and waiting for further attention. Bending over, Martha grabbed the back of my head and pushed my face right down on the top of its gleaming wetness. Under her expert, albeit silent, tutelage I began to fellate him, licking at the stiff organ for all I was worth. After two minutes of this my crotch was dripping, I was so randy. I’m sure Martha must have sensed my hunger, for, aided by her deft hands, I squatted over his erection. Apparently, gently easing down was not the way to do it. Martha grabbed me around the hips and shoved me down. With that, his entire length pierced into my unyielding flesh, dilating me like I had never been before. I felt so full!

What happened afterward was one wild race to orgasm. My breasts, flopping about with unaccustomed lack of restraint, seemed to be a force all their own. I hit peak after sensational peak, and I was just about to add another to the score when he stiffened, arched his back, and came in a whoosh, spasm after spasm. He was just barely gurgling to a stop when Martha motioned me off. Panic-stricken by what I had been doing, I managed to get my blouse and skirt on, and then, slipping into my shoes barefoot, grabbed the rest of my things and dashed for the ladies’ room, thankfully unseen. Once there, I stood in the stall for a long time, savoring the throb of my stretched muscles and his moisture running down my inner thighs.