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Imagine a world with no limits, one in which your wildest fantasies can, and do, come true. That's exactly what the readers of Penthouse have done in this collection of pulse-quickening letters.
From sensual daydreams about hot coworkers to lusty fantasies of swashbuckling lotharios to couples' racy role-playing, Penthouse readers prove that there is no end to their erotic imagination.
Imagine a world with no limits, one in which your wildest fantasies can, and do, come true. That's exactly what the readers of Penthouse have done in this collection of pulse-quickening letters.
From sensual daydreams about hot coworkers to lusty fantasies of swashbuckling lotharios to couples' racy role-playing, Penthouse readers prove that there is no end to their erotic imagination.
I am a big movie fan, especially when it comes to those classic Hollywood oldies but goodies. Curled up in front of the TV with a big bowl of popcorn is probably my favorite way to spend an evening. In fact, it has always been my fantasy to be the leading lady in one of those grainy black-and-white film noirs, seduced by the gruff, hard-boiled detective. That’s why I jumped at the chance when my boyfriend was sent on a business trip to Los Angeles and invited me to come along.
While Nick spent his days pent up in a stuffy office attending boring business meetings, I used the time to roam the landmarks of Hollywood. The first place I hit was Mann’s Chinese Theatre, where I tried to fit my average-size feet into Elizabeth Taylor’s tiny footprints. After that I had a quick lunch at Roscoe’s; then it was off to the movie studios, where I planned to take a tour of the back lots before meeting Nick at Spago for a romantic dinner.
As the tram rode through sets designed to look like the streets of London, Texas, and ancient Rome, I imagined what it would be like to star in a classic Hollywood film. When we reached scenery depicting the seedy streets of New York City, my imagination kicked into full gear. I pictured myself as a femme fatale not unlike Joan Crawford or Barbara Stanwyck, my long brown hair set in rag curls and lips painted so dark that even filmed in black-and-white, you can tell that I am wearing bloodred lipstick. I am walking along a dimly lit street, my high heels clicking on the cement, stopping to light a cigarette. Then, from out of nowhere, an arm in a tan trench coat appears with a lit match, ready to do the honors.
My thinly penciled eyebrows arch slightly as I look at him, taking in his large, masculine form and the mysterious eyes partially shaded by the brim of his fedora. “I’ve been looking for you, doll,” the Robert Mitchum look-alike grunts as he firmly grasps me by the elbow and guides me to a waiting taxi.
I follow without saying a word, not frightened so much as curious about this attractive stranger who appears to know me. He gives an address to the cabbie, and we’re off, the gray, bleak buildings flying by as we race along the city streets. When we reach our destination—a brownstone that is functioning as a rooming house—he leads me up three flights of stairs to a room that is sparsely furnished with a single bed, a chair, and a solitary lightbulb hanging from the ceiling. I sit on the edge of the bed, still unsure of what is happening, as my captor pulls the chair over and sits facing me. He runs his hand up my silk-covered leg, and I draw away slightly, reaching for my purse.
He grabs it before I do, pulling out the small pearl-handled gun I always carry with me. “That’s not going to help you this time,” he says, emptying it of its bullets and tossing it on the desk. “I know all about you, the way you use men in all your little devious schemes, then thrown them out like yesterday’s newspaper. Well, this time it isn’t going to be so easy.” He gets up and throws his coat on the bed, then grabs my hands.
He pulls me toward him in a tight embrace, his hardness pressing against my thigh as our lips meet for the first time. Like everything he does, his kiss is hard and rough, just the way I like it. As the stubble from his five-o’clock shadow scrapes along my jaw, I quickly give in, submitting to his embrace. He reaches up and undoes the pearl buttons of my blouse, exposing my large breasts to his coarse hands. I am dressed only in my tight, straight skirt, and my exposed nipples harden in the cool air. I gasp slightly as he makes his way to those sensitive spots, but he is surprisingly tender, his gruff actions belying his delicate touch.
I, too, have a secret. I look him squarely in the eyes, the tough expression on my face not betraying the moistness I feel dampening my panties. Trying not to let him know that I am melting under his fingertips, I attempt to take control of the situation, sliding his suspenders over his muscular shoulders and reaching down for the button fastening his pants. He doesn’t stop me, and soon his trousers are around his ankles, his impressive cock protruding from his undershorts.
His hands slide from my breasts to my shoulders, and he guides me downward to my knees. Aroused as much by his massive member as his kisses, I crouch eagerly at his feet and take him into my mouth. At first I wrap my lips around only the tip of his cock, teasing him, letting him know that he can’t conquer me completely. I grasp his balls in my hand, squeezing them and raking them slightly with my crimson talons. He starts to moan as I slowly swallow his long shaft, feeling the veins that protrude through the skin as they run along my tongue. I suck hungrily, still fondling his balls as I squeeze his ass with my other hand and he starts to writhe. Moving his hips slightly, he begins fucking my mouth, and the tingling between my legs starts to tell me that it is my other lips I want wrapped around his thrusting cock.
Seconds from his imminent orgasm, I pull away from him. Standing up, I draw him toward me for a kiss, and as our tongues intertwine he steers me onto the bed, breaking our embrace momentarily to rid himself of the rest of his clothes. When he is completely naked, he pushes up my skirt and yanks down my panties, my wet pussy glistening faintly in the light streaming through the venetian blinds.
I arch my hips, longing to feel his thick cock filling my tight passage, but he teases me instead, running his fingers over my damp mound and playing them over my thighs. Losing patience as he kneels before me, I begin to touch myself, eager for that sweet release. He grabs hold of my wrist and pulls that hand away as he reaches for the other, pinning them both over my head with his much larger, stronger hands. When he is sure that I will no longer resist, he lets go and runs his hands down my body, stopping at my hips to press them firmly to the bed.
Pinned in this position, I draw my legs up and spread them wide, knowing I won’t have to wait much longer. He leans over and, at the first touch of his tongue on my cunt, I begin to shiver, trying desperately to hold back the orgasm that is threatening to overtake my body. Sensing this, he slows down his actions, lapping at my pussy with the flat of his tongue with long, slow strokes that are almost painful to endure but pleasurable just the same. My breath is coming quickly now, my body beginning to buck under his powerful grip. I am desperate to climax, practically willing to beg him to make me come, when he drives his fingers into my wet hole. Instantly I cry out, overcome by waves of pleasure, and it is only his grasp that keeps me solidly on the bed.
Struggling to catch my breath, I slowly regain control of my senses. Running one finger lazily around my nipple, he lies on his side next to me, propping his head up with his free hand. I can feel his hard cock prodding me as he shifts his body into a more comfortable position. It is as though he is reminding me of his presence, and I am quick to take the hint.
I reach down to grasp his cock, running my fist from its swollen head all the way down to the root nestled in its nest of wiry black hair. Slowly, I begin to pump his sturdy shaft, feeling his soft skin move up and down as a result of my ministrations. I reach down between my legs, dipping my fingers into my damp pussy for some moisture to use as a lubricant. As I move my fist over his now-slick cock, he really begins to grind, fucking my hand as though it were my tight cunt. Before he can come, I yank slightly on his thrusting member, urging him to move between my open legs.
He complies immediately, kneeling between my thighs as he lifts my legs to rest on his broad shoulders. With amazing control, he prods my clit with the tip of his cock, causing me to twist beneath him. As I shudder and shake, he inserts only the bulb-shaped head of his cock inside me. I thrust up my hips to meet him as he slowly slides his entire length into my hungry pussy, drawing out the pleasure as I am filled with each delightful inch. Soon he is completely inside me, my pussy snug around his large cock as he slowly pulls back out until once again only the head is inside my hole. We continue like this for a few moments, enjoying each frustratingly slow stroke, trying to see how long we can make this moment last.
It doesn’t last much longer, as he increases his tempo and speed and is soon thrusting in and out with a fervor that surprises me. Our bodies meet again and again as he drives his cock into me, his balls slapping against my ass. My fingers play at my nipples, pinching and fondling them as my pussy clenches around his pounding organ. I scream as I am once again overcome by an orgasm, the intensity of my reaction sending him over the edge and triggering his climax. Exploding inside me, he fills me with jets of hot come that I feel trickling down my thighs when he pulls out of me at last.
We lay panting in each other’s arms, sharing soft kisses that seem unusual between two strangers, my eyes closed so I can imagine that I am anyplace other than this seedy hotel room. It occurs to me that I don’t know his name or how he knows me, and I am about to ask when I am silenced by his firm grip on my upper arm. I open my eyes to meet his, and I am surprised by the energetic smile of a friendly tour guide.
“Excuse me, ma’am,” he is saying as I look about, and I realize I am in a tram at a Hollywood movie studio. “The tour’s over. You must be really jet-lagged to have fallen asleep on the tram! You missed a really great ride.”
I smile to myself, knowing that I just had the ride of my life.
—Ms. L.T., Henniker, New Hampshire
My alarm clock hadn’t gone off when it was supposed to, so I was running late for work. I rushed to the subway, and after pushing through the turnstile, I realized that my train was at the station. I ran onto it as the doors were closing, but then it just stood there.
As the conductor announced that the train was being held in the station and would be leaving momentarily, I placed my briefcase on the floor. I looked down and noticed a pair of red high heels, and then my eyes slowly traced a pair of shapely legs upward until they met the woman’s gaze. She was beautiful, with big blue eyes, full lips, and a long mane of dark brown hair. She smiled at me before turning away, and I checked out her body as I inhaled her perfume. She wore a sexy short red dress that barely covered her ass and showed quite a bit of cleavage.
The train continued to stand there, and the conductor’s voice came over the loudspeaker once again, announcing that it would be another ten minutes or so. I began to get worried that I would be late for work, so to calm myself, I closed my eyes and let my mind begin to wander. I imagined that the train was moving, rocking from side to side, my body swaying with its rhythm. It was so crowded that I was pressed up against the woman in the red dress, my cock bumping against her sexy ass. I knew she could feel my hard-on, but she didn’t say anything, so I don’t think she minded. In fact, I think she liked it, because instead of moving away, she leaned in to me, rubbing her firm buttocks against my crotch. I was soon getting so horny that each time the train shook us, I pressed harder against her ass. My cock swelled even more and pulsated with the beat of my heart. I wanted to fuck her right then and there, on the crowded subway train.
Suddenly, the lights went out in our car, and a second later I felt fingers on my hard cock. When the lights came back on, the hand disappeared. I looked at the woman, but she kept her eyes on an ad, though I thought I saw a small smile playing on her lips. Then the light went out again, and this time I was ready. When the hand began stroking my cock, I took hold of it so that she couldn’t pull it away again. The lights came back on and I smiled at her, and she smiled back as she caressed me with her fingertips.
I could tell that she was as turned-on as I was, so I squeezed her hand around my shaft, encouraging her to continue rubbing it. Instead, she pulled down my zipper and took my cock out. Moaning, she turned slightly and whispered in my ear, “I dare you to fuck me right here.”
Reaching down with her other hand, she pulled her dress higher in invitation. Excited by the prospect of fucking a beautiful stranger on a crowded subway train, I pulled her panties down just enough to rub my finger over her clitoris and insert my cock in her pussy. I rubbed the head between her labia, and her cunt seemed to suck me right in. As she lifted her leg a bit, I looked around to see if anyone had noticed what was going on between us. Everyone seemed wrapped up in their newspapers or conversations, so I thrust my dick deep inside her pussy and began pumping it in and out. The woman moaned and groaned, and then started breathing more heavily.
The train, on the express line, sped through each station, rumbling down the tracks as I moved my hips to slide my dick in and out of her pussy. I fucked her hard, smacking my body against her ass. We tried not to attract any attention from the other passengers, but deep inside I knew that someone had to be watching us. The thrill of knowing that we might get caught excited me even more, and I fucked her harder, my thrusts into her cunt in perfect time with the rocking motion of the train.
The woman in the red dress started moaning even louder and moving uncontrollably against me. The aroma of sex was in the air of the crowded car as we fucked, and I sensed that someone was looking at us from a few feet away. I didn’t care, though, and kept going, figuring that someone would have to notice a couple fucking on the train, especially during rush hour. Then the woman turned her head and we started to kiss, our tongues tangling together as I kept pumping my cock into her hot, tight pussy. She lifted her leg a little higher and my cock slid deeper into her. We began fucking faster and faster, racing to reach our orgasms before the train pulled into its first stop.
Now we didn’t care who saw us—we were two wild and crazy horny people fucking each other on the express train. That was when I turned the woman around so that her back was against the door that led to the next car. I reached behind her to open it, and we made our way to the platform that connected the two train cars. I never removed my cock from her cunt as we moved, and then I closed the door behind us. More people were looking at us now, but we ignored them and continued fucking our asses off. The thrill of it all excited me beyond belief, and I could tell that she felt the same way.
I pulled out of her and turned her around to fuck her doggie-style, my cock swelling in her cunt as I held her by the hips, my thumbs pressed into her fleshy ass cheeks. She trembled as I jammed into her, and I knew she was enjoying it as much as I was because she began to whimper excitedly. I continued shoving my cock in and out of her pussy, and she reached between her legs to squeeze my balls in her hand. Meanwhile, her cunt sucked my cock in deeper and deeper with each and every one of my thrusts.
The woman quivered slightly, and then her body started shivering uncontrollably as each stroke of my cock sent her arousal higher and higher. Her pussy dripped with pleasure, and I felt her muscles hugging my shaft. She started yelling, “I’m coming! Fuck me—fuck me hard!” We knew that no one could hear us over the thundering noise of the train now that we were outside. I pounded into her even harder, and she yelled again as I groaned loudly, both of us reaching climax at the same time as the train entered the station. I filled her with my come, and then I pulled my cock from her clasping cunt and put it back in my pants. She pulled up her panties and fixed her hair, then turned to give me a long, hard kiss. We said good-bye and then exited through different doors into different cars of the train. I knew that I would probably never see her again.
Suddenly, I realized that I was still on the train, which was still waiting in the station, motionless. The woman in the red dress had moved when someone had offered her a seat, and I was now standing behind a handsome guy wearing a gray flannel business suit. Damn, I thought to myself as I realized that not only had I imagined the whole experience, but it looked like I was going to be late for work, after all. Some mornings it just doesn’t pay to get out of bed!
—Mr. G.D., Via Email
I am a soldier stationed in Germany, where I am assigned to a tank unit. My battalion spends a great deal of time in a training area, where we practice our skills at tank gunnery. It’s hard work, and I usually go to bed exhausted and don’t get to spend a lot of time—if any—with members of the opposite sex. Luckily, I’ve got my fantasies to keep me going.
In this one fantasy, it was a hot day in mid-August. We had been on the range all day doing battle runs, firing until almost nine o’clock at night. I was the last to run the range, and after that, it would be time to head back to dinner and my bed. Of course, that’s when I broke an oil cooler line to my engine.
Since we were only one vehicle down, our commander decided to send the rest of the company back to the motor pool. Our maintenance section didn’t have the replacement part on hand, so Larry—a new-recruit mechanic in battalion maintenance—and I stayed with the tank while the rest of our crew left with the company to return to the motor pool. As soon as they got there, they would send back the part that we needed.
Larry and I sat on the front slope of the tank and watched the company disappear down the trail. As the last tank passed out of sight, we leaned back to enjoy the warm evening. It wasn’t long before we drifted off to sleep.
When I awoke, it was about midnight, and the lights of a Jeep could be seen coming up the trail in the distance. It slowed down as it reached the entrance to the range, and I realized that it was someone returning with the repair part that we needed. I also realized then that Larry and I hadn’t started to remove the old line yet. I knew that whoever was in the Jeep would be pretty pissed off, so I prepared myself for one hell of an ass-chewing.
What I wasn’t prepared for was the staff sergeant who got out of the Jeep. She stood about five-feet-six-inches tall and had blue eyes and blonde hair tucked up under her cap. I later discovered that her hair flowed all the way down to the middle of her back. Larry and I instantly sprang to attention—and so did my cock.
It was an unusually hot day for Germany, and the night had come without relief. I think that the heat and the fact that she’d had to drive out to the range at such a late hour really set the sergeant off. She began yelling at us for not removing the old line before she got there. I should have felt embarrassed or ashamed, but she was so gorgeous that it really aroused me to have this sexy staff sergeant yell at me like that.
Larry proceeded to immediately get to work removing the old line, but I couldn’t move. I was frozen by the fact that I had a tremendous hard-on. Then I realized that the sergeant had also noticed the bulge in the front of my fatigues. She called me to attention and told me that I had a problem with my gig line and that I should correct it immediately. For all you civilians out there, a gig line is the line from the bottom of your shirt down to the fly of your pants, and it always needs to be straight, especially in the company of a ranking officer. I didn’t know what to do next, but I knew I had to do something.
I tried to think somber thoughts, but I was still unable to disguise my bulge after several seconds of attempting. She said, “If you can’t wear the uniform properly, then maybe I need to show you how.” I looked down at my gig line again and then back at her. There was a kind of sparkle in her eyes and an appealing smile across her face that raised the erection in my fatigues another ten degrees. I replied, “Yes, ma’am!” and she told me to call her Maureen.
Maureen ran her tongue across her lips and motioned for me to follow her to a grassy meadow a short distance from the tank. We had been in the field now for twenty-eight days, and the thought of pussy was running wild in my mind. When we reached the meadow she stopped and removed her cap, allowing her lovely blonde hair to fall free across her back. At that instant, I knew my uniform class had been completely forgotten.
I almost came in my fatigues as she knelt in front of me and released my hard cock from its confinement. Her touch was soft, but her lips attacked my shaft in a manner that suggested she wouldn’t be retreating anytime soon. My balls were aching, and the sensation of her mouth as it engulfed my swollen member instantly had me on the verge of an orgasm.
Maureen bobbed her head over the length of my dick, squeezing her lips tight around my shaft. Sometimes I felt her teeth scrape along my skin, and the entire time I felt her soft, plush tongue moving over my erection. After so many months with only the company of my hand, this felt amazing. I couldn’t hold back any longer, and my cock exploded, shooting out round after round of hot semen into her waiting throat. Maureen tried to swallow it all, but I guess it came too fast for her. Some of my come oozed out of the corners of her mouth, dripping my liquid onto her fatigues.
I pulled Maureen to her feet and began to remove her uniform. I released her beautiful breasts from her bra, which strained to contain them. Her tits were soft but firm, and her nipples stood erect. I took her in my arms and laid her down in the soft grass. I began to caress one breast, then the other. We kissed each other passionately, and then I began kissing my way down the rest of her body. I stopped at her breasts and sucked each nipple, then carried on over her stomach. Finally, I came to rest at her down-covered pussy.
The sweat of my body and the aroma of her sex brought my cock back to life. Maureen begged me to bury my rigid dick in her hungry cunt. I was ready and willing to do just that, but first I wanted to taste her pussy. I began lapping at it, licking and sucking up all her sweet juices. Maureen moaned and once again began begging for my cock. “Fuck me! Oh, fuck me! Oh God, yes!” she cried as her body trembled. My cock throbbed in response. Now it was time to fuck her.
I mounted Maureen and quickly impaled her with my swollen member. I started with long, slow strokes in and out of her tight pussy, and the slow-motion fuck drove her to the brink of insanity. I quickened my pace and began hammering into her slippery hole. She threw her legs up in the air and kept screaming out for more. She was so loud that I was afraid the new recruit would hear her, but luckily he was too far away.
Maureen’s hands clawed at my back as I pistoned into her cunt. My balls were slapping against her firm ass, and then I felt them tighten. Her pussy began to pulsate around my cock as she raced closer and closer to orgasm. I was almost ready to come, but I needed something else to push me over the edge. I lowered my head and took one of her nipples between my teeth and bit it hard. She cried out in pleasure, and her cunt clamped around me as together we experienced the orgasm of a lifetime.
We lay in each other’s arms for a moment, until we both realized at once that we had to get back to the tank. I looked at my watch and it was two a.m. We quickly got dressed, and when I was finished, I looked at Maureen and said, “Is my gig line straight?” She just smiled, and we hurried off to the tank.
Larry had finally finished working on the oil line as we rounded the end of the tank. Seeing Maureen, he immediately sprang to attention. Maureen barked at him to crank up the tank, and he ran to the driver’s compartment. He had been working all that time and never even realized that I’d gotten more than an ass-chewing from the beautiful sergeant.
As Maureen turned to go to her Jeep, she smiled broadly and said, “I guess it’s true—tankers do have bigger guns!”
—Name and address withheld
As a hardworking, fun-loving girl in my late twenties, I like to keep myself in optimum shape. This means a healthy diet, plenty of exercise, and lots of sex with Chris—my steady boyfriend—and Janet—my steady girlfriend. Yes, I’m bi, enjoying the best of both worlds. I recently added yoga classes to my regimen, since yoga’s not only a great way to keep the body strong and limber, but the mind as well. I particularly enjoy the meditation portion of the class because there I can release all my tension, clear my head, and center my soul.
I’ve been at it for a few weeks now, and the classes have been great, but the class I had yesterday was so erotically charged I had to share with you the wild fantasy that it inspired.
I arrived to discover that our regular instructor was on vacation and that a woman named Dani would be filling in for two weeks. Drop-dead gorgeous, she was sitting on the floor with her feet together, bent completely over at the waist with her forehead resting on the floor. When she lifted her head, I saw mesmerizing gray eyes, full lips, and coffee-brown hair framing a heart-shaped face. Immediately my pussy ached with desire.
I spread my mat close to hers so I could have a good view of her technique. The class began with some New Age music and a chant to the universe. She told us to start thinking about prana, the term for breath, and see if we could tune out everything else. I wondered how I was going to manage to pay attention to my breathing when her slender curves were taking my breath away!
Still, I tried to focus on my body and keep my mind off hers—her long legs and firm, perky breasts wrapped tightly in black Lycra, her tan and taut stomach slightly exposed. As we moved from the downward-facing dog pose to the plank pose, I tried to keep my eyes down and my focus inside. But when she demonstrated the cat’s pose, with her back arched so that her round ass was upturned right in front of me—so close that I could see the outline of her puffy pussy lips through the stretched material—my knees almost gave way and I struggled mightily to keep my balance.
I managed to keep myself together as we reached the meditation portion of class. I was flat on my back, desperately trying to relax and keep my eyes closed, when I felt the vibrations of Dani’s footsteps as she walked around the room. When she knelt beside me and gently moved my neck to help my alignment, I trembled with anticipation upon smelling her sweet aroma of incense. I ached for her to touch me more, lower, all over.
Dani stood and told us in a soothing voice to picture a softly flowing river. Covertly opening my eyes, I was instead watching her stretch her limbs, and it sent me spiraling into a very special meditation of my own.
My mind wandered to a place where I was lying on my back and she was pressing her hands on my collarbone to help me release more tension. Her fingers rubbed circles on my upper chest, gradually increasing in diameter until her fingertips grazed the tops of my breasts peeking out from my sports bra. I craned my neck to give her fuller access to my body, and her warm metered breath brushed against my cheeks.
“Hmmm,” Dani hummed as her paced exhalations covered my face, growing in fullness, as were my hardening nipples. She softly caressed my pointed tips under my bra as her circles widened, covering my breasts, stomach, and hips. She kissed me softly on the neck and temples. Every drop of tension poured out of me, but I was far from relaxed. I was too hot for her, too eager to feel her hands rubbing my swelling mound as my clitoris throbbed, beckoning her touch.
Dani eased herself over me so that she was on all fours, and I opened my eyes to the sight of her pelvis hovering right above my face. I stripped off her leggings and revealed her lovely pussy, with its slim patch of dark hair and dewy wet lips. She pulled off my shorts and panties at the same time, and my hot cunt twitched at the sudden exposure. She tossed her silky mane across my labia, tickling me and teasing me, making my juices flow wildly. She blew a kiss gently over my pussy, still not touching me. I almost hurt with need for direct contact. She giggled, knowing what she was putting me through, so I grabbed her firm ass cheeks and thrust my tongue into her pussy, sucking in her lips and drinking her dripping liquid.
I pushed up her top and reached for her breasts, squeezing them and rubbing her nipples between my fingers while I kept licking her cunt. I found her hard nubbin of flesh and lapped at it heartily, then went all up and down her slit. Her hips bucked as her humming got louder, and she threw her head fast into my crotch and sucked on my syrupy cunt.
I let out a scream as she gave me the pressure I needed, and I kept eating her for all I was worth, pressing the tip of my nose against her clit, smelling her musky scent, taking all of her in. I thrust two fingers inside her and fucked her hard and fast with them while still making love to her clit.
Dani was on the verge of orgasm as her pussy got wetter and hotter, and I held my tongue straight out, pointed and rigid, so that she could rub herself against it. She slid her hips back and forth, moaning and grinding against my face. I pulled her down to my mouth and licked all the way back to her puckered rosebud, still pushing two fingers deep inside her cunt. Then I pulled out my fingers, coated thick with her juice, and pushed them into her ass. She cried out as I pressed my thumb on her quivering clit. She shook all over, spasming above me, then collapsed on my face, arms outstretched, sitting back on her heels, resting there to catch her breath.
When she could, she said, “Yoga is all about balance.” And with that she turned around to face me and came up to kiss me long and passionately, her tongue massaging mine. I could taste the salty drops of sweat that had beaded up above her lip.
Dani kissed her way down my chin, neck, chest, and belly, until she reached my thighs. She spread them farther apart and rubbed her face in my muff, gently blowing on my sex, sending tingles through my body. I shivered with need for her, and she pressed her lips to my labia, grasping them in her teeth, flicking her tongue against my clitoris. I was ready to explode, and when her fingers found their way inside me, my cunt clamped down against them and I grabbed my breasts, squeezing them hard.
I cried out as my orgasm engulfed me, and Dani kept fucking me with her fingers, bringing on one explosion of pleasure after another. She took my clit wholly in her mouth, rolling her tongue over it, back and forth, nearly causing me to black out. My final orgasm caused my legs to shake out of control, and my juices flooded her mouth as I screamed out my pleasure. We held each other close as we brought our focus back to our breathing.
Soon after I heard her voice instructing us to bring our minds back to center and feel our bodies on the floor. I opened my eyes and realized that I’d gone deeper into meditation than ever before, and my body felt ravished from the experience.
We slowly sat up in the lotus position as Dani checked on everyone in the class, gently adjusting each of our necks. When she touched me, though, I could have sworn she knew what had just gone through my mind, and when she whispered in my ear that she taught private classes, I nearly came right there!
After class I told her to sign me up as soon as possible, and we made a date for the following evening. I went home and took a long hot bath, positioning my clitoris directly under the faucet. I came again and again from the flow of the water, letting my breathing take over and my mind totally relax, imagining that the pressure was from Dani’s lips and hoping that the next day it would be.
—Ms. C.H., San Jose, California
Comic books are a major part of my life. The joy they bring me is priceless, pulling me into the pages of a fantasy world filled with action, adventure, and sexy women that I idolize. Think back to how hot Wonder Woman was in those little spandex shorts, or the sleek and dangerous Catwoman from Batman. When my boyfriend, John, and I have one of our heated bondage sessions, I sometimes pretend that I am one of these superhuman beings.
John is a night watchman at a warehouse that stores costumes. Recently he stumbled upon racks of tights and latex and spandex bodysuits that have been used to dress mortals like superheroes and heroines. He called to tell me about them. I was in my glory, listening to the descriptions, trying to remember what superhero each costume belonged to. When he told me about a pale blue Lycra bodysuit with a red belt, wristbands, boots, and the letter V across the chest, I was stumped. Which superhero wore that costume?
John teased me, saying it would complement my figure perfectly and that my name could be Voluptua. I laughed and joked back that he would be the evil villain, the Penetrator. When we got off the phone, however, I pictured myself in the outfit and fantasized about what it would feel like to be a superheroine in pursuit of a wicked villain.
The abandoned warehouse is his lair, and he sits in front of the security cameras dressed all in black, knowing that I will soon come looking for him, because he has uncovered my true identity and threatens to tell the world if I do not agree to his demands. But Voluptua makes no agreements, choosing to fight to keep her secret.
Through the haze outside his lair, I try to sneak through a second-story barred window, unaware that the motion detector has picked up movement. With my superhuman strength, I bend the bars and easily slide through and jump to the floor, landing on both feet without making a sound. I look around cautiously as I crouch down low, my hands ready for battle, aware that the latex red and blue mask surrounding my eyes is pointless to a man who knows who I really am.
Suddenly, I find myself in a bright spotlight that is switched on with a whirling sound. I am stunned like a deer caught in headlights. Before I can act, a net is dropped from above and entangles me in its rope. Clawing at it, I try to find a way out, but it is useless. I have been captured.
My heart races as the Penetrator grabs me from behind and takes me off to the basement. I struggle the whole way, feigning anger yet secretly curious and excited about what might be in store for me. He laughs deep and loud as he throws two long strips of rope over our heads. I look up and see them wrapping around a thick pipe. Still holding on to my hands, he takes the hanging pieces, tugs on them, then ties them to my wrists, leaving me bound and unable to move. I long to be touched—to be fucked right there. After all, every superhero has a weakness.
Staring into his dark eyes, I try to hypnotize him. I can get out of these ropes if he would only fall under my spell. But he is more powerful than I believed him to be and he shakes off my first attempt to control him. Leaning in close to me, he places his face in the crook of my neck. I can feel his stubble as he runs his soft lips up to my ear. “You like this, don’t you?” he asks. “You’ll never escape.” I am about to kick him hard when he gently lays his hand on my hip and traces the shape of my waist all the way up to my breast.
He is wearing black leather gloves, and the material catches on my spandex. My nipples harden and become obvious in my tight suit; my chest heaves as the pipe above me drips water slowly onto my tits. Each time a drop of water hits a nipple, I flinch with pleasure. Knowing he likes seeing me so turned-on and bound, I use it to my advantage, pointing my chest straight out and growling with desire.
The Penetrator leans in, holding on to the ropes above my wrists, and kisses me hard on the mouth. I push into him, letting him know I’m not afraid of his touch. Suddenly I suck his bottom lip into my mouth and then bite down on it, showing him that even though I am tied up, I am not powerless. He groans when I release his lip and throw my head back, laughing as if possessed. His cock is hard against my stomach, and I know that I will soon have it in me.
With my legs still free, I pull myself up and wrap my limbs around him. He struggles for a moment but knows he cannot get out of my grip. I pull him even closer to me with my powerful thighs, and he kisses me again. His leather-covered hands wrap around my ass to help hold me up, and I grind my pussy against the bulge in his pants. Looking down at him, I tell him what I want him to do.
The Penetrator then drops to his knees. “That’s a good boy,” I say as he begins to lick my thighs at the edge of my bodysuit. His tongue is rough against my skin. Pulling the fabric to one side, he licks at my pussy like a hungry kitten. I drape my legs over his shoulders, my stomach muscles tightening as I hold myself up. Swirling his tongue around my clit and nibbling on my entire sex, he works hard trying to please me. I look down as my energy builds. I am getting stronger as he gets weaker.
I thrust my pussy down on his tongue as my orgasm begins to erupt. My blood pumps hard throughout my body, and my superhuman strength takes over when I come. My pussy quivers, and I pull my hands down hard, breaking free from my bonds and towering over the villain who’s on his knees. Shocked by my escape, the Penetrator falls back onto the cement floor.
Keeping my pussy above him, I smear my juices all over his face. He smiles wickedly as I tell him that it is his turn to be bound. I pull him off the floor, holding his arms tightly behind his back, and walk him over to a table. I order him onto his back and then tie his arms and legs down securely with the leather straps attached to the table.
I pull my dagger from my ankle strap and slit his shirt right down the middle, exposing his strong chest. He gasps with excitement when I do the same to his black tights. His hard cock springs free. It is the biggest dick I have ever seen. I now know how he got his name. The veins in his shaft pulse, and his cockhead is so plump and hard that I wonder if I can fit it in my mouth.
I lick around the mushroom-shaped head, noting how soft the skin is. I love the feel of it so much that I rub the cockhead along my cheek and then take it between my lips. The Penetrator pulls at his bonds. I know he wants to fuck me hard, and my slow tactics are driving him crazy. My pink tongue licks up and down the shaft slowly, stopping at the tip as I look him in the eye. He thrusts his hips up, trying to force his cock down my throat. I growl, taking everything he offers easily, savoring the feast before me.
Feeling the need to be filled, I find a button on the side of the table and lower him down. I climb on top of him, my rubber boots dangling slightly above the floor, and gently play with his balls as I pump his shaft. He drifts off into a delirious state of pleasure as I work my magic on him, explaining how the memory of my true identity shall be replaced by the feel of the orgasm about to overwhelm him. My captive moans deeply as I bend to kiss him, our tongues melting against each other.
Lifting myself over his cock, I rub it along my slit and then begin working his girth into my wet pussy. His large size stretches my inner walls to the max, and I have to rock back and forth gently to take him in slowly. When I finally have him balls-deep, I feel fuller than ever before. Sitting there for a few moments, I get used to his thickness, loving the way his cock feels deep inside me.
Riding him slowly, I twist his nipples between my gloved fingers. He turns his head into his extended arm and groans. His cries of pleasure echo off the bare walls of the warehouse. Sweat gathers in my cleavage, and my hair sticks to my forehead. I increase my pace, using one of my hands to manipulate my clit as I ride my dark enemy. I love the way my latex glove feels against my sex and the danger of making love to a man so mysterious.
His cock feels as if it is getting bigger inside me, and my thighs are slapping against his body. I know he, too, enjoys making love to a woman who can easily destroy him. Then I feel his cock explode within me. His orgasm is so powerful that I have to hold on tight to him. Riding his cock for a little longer, I am amazed that the Penetrator has not softened one bit. As I come I feel him watching me, as if looking for the weakness within.
He never finds it, of course, and I climb off my enemy and adjust my suit so that I’m once again presentable. Leaning over his body, I kiss him gently on the head. “I am sorry I have to leave you all tied up like this,” I say to him, “but I am sure you will get out somehow, eventually.”
I leave my archenemy there, tied to the table, his cock still sticking straight up, as hard as it was before he came. I do hope that the Penetrator and I will cross paths again soon. I look forward to the challenge.
—Ms. L.A., Thousand Oaks, California
I’m sitting in my Boston apartment in front of the fire on a cold night, a glass of wine at my side and a pen in my hand. But my mind is far away from the city; it’s in Texas, with a ranch hand named Jake.
I saw him as soon as I entered the stables. He was tall and broad, with sandy hair hanging a bit too long over his neck. His chest was bare, and his muscles strained each time he pitched a new fork of hay into the empty stall. I knew I probably shouldn’t have been standing there in a pair of daisy dukes and a revealing tank top, ogling the foreman of the ranch, but I couldn’t help myself. Jake was so damn sexy.
It was a few minutes before he sensed my presence, and when he turned, his dark eyes shot like lasers right through me. Despite the wicked summer heat, I shivered under his gaze. Jake gave me a slow, sexy smile, as if he knew exactly where my thoughts were headed, but he only greeted me by offering a lazy, “Ma’am.” Oh, that deep, smooth voice was perfect with those eyes and that body.
I gave a smile that I hoped appeared worldly but that I suspected showed my nervousness. However, he didn’t seem to notice as his gaze swept over my perky breasts and long bare legs. He leaned on his pitchfork and cocked an eyebrow. “This heat’ll get to you, even wearing that,” he drawled.
Yeah, the heat was getting to me, all right, and I shifted as I felt the flow of moisture between my legs. It seemed as if my pussy had been pulsing ever since I’d first seen Jake a few days before. All I’d been able to think about was his tongue wiggling around on my wet cunt, probing, licking, tasting, and teasing.
No, that wasn’t entirely true. I’d also thought about taking his hard cock—which was surely as big and imposing as the rest of him—into my mouth and sucking him deep down my throat. Truth be told, I’d also thought about straddling him, riding him like he was one of those wild horses he’d been hired to break.
He started walking toward me, and I shivered again. This time, he saw my movement. “Don’t tell me you’re cold.” I shrugged, and he stopped right in front of me. I could smell the scent of fresh hay clinging to his damp skin.
“I could warm you up,” he suggested in that sexy drawl. That’s what I’d wanted to hear for the past three days, and now I was actually going to fuck this sexy ranch hand. I moaned just watching Jake dip his head toward mine. “Baby, you ain’t seen nothing yet,” he assured me.
He brought his mouth down hard on mine, though his lips and tongue were surprisingly gentle. Without lifting his face away, he moved me to the back of the stables, into a shadowy corner and down on a pile of soft hay. Our tongues danced together, and my hands played over his strong chest and the corded muscles of his arms. He held my face in his big hands while he explored my mouth with his probing tongue. Then his fingers inched slowly down my neck to the bare skin just above my shirt. He played there for a few seconds before his hand moved lower, cupping my breast.
A moan escaped my lips as he drew circles around the hardened tip of my nipple, and I pressed my body against him in an effort to get closer. I felt the rumble of his chuckle in my mouth. I knew he was probably amused by my obvious need. Still, he mercifully tore his mouth away from mine, lifted my shirt over my head, and took my nipple into his mouth. He sucked once, twice, three times. Then he scraped the sensitized tip lightly with his teeth.
I wriggled against him, found the denim-covered bulge at the juncture of his thighs and gave it a good, hard rub. As my hand worked against his cock, I felt it stiffen, and he groaned deep in his throat. I got a heady feeling, knowing that I was able to give this handsome, sexy man so much pleasure.
Managing to get both my hands between our bodies, I worked at the fly of his jeans. After some maneuvering, I pushed his Levi’s—along with his underwear—down his thighs, and his massive cock sprang free. I wrapped my hand around the thick shaft and ran the pad of my thumb over the bulbous head. Jake clenched his teeth as his eyes went dark with passion.
Tentatively, I moved away from his probing tongue and worked my way down his body so that I could take his prick into my mouth. It was so big—bigger than any I’d ever seen—but I managed to swallow down the entire thing.
Jake swore under his breath as my lips slid over his length. Taking that as a sign of encouragement, I began pumping my mouth slowly up and down the velvety shaft. I’d lick the crown when I reached the top and then I’d plunge back down, only to rise up and do it all over again. His cockhead hit the back of my throat each time, which seemed to please Jake because he threaded his fingers into my hair and the taut muscles of his ass were like steel in my hands. His breathing was coming in shallow pants, his entire body like one tight coil ready to spring at any moment. The intermittent grunts he let escape from his throat were the sweetest sounds I’d ever heard.
I sucked eagerly, moaning to myself. The smell of hay and musky male invaded my senses and encouraged me to speed up my movements. I wanted to take him completely into me, give him as much pleasure as possible.
I felt his body tense as he pushed my head down onto his shaft one last time. Then, with a tortured groan, he emptied into my mouth, shooting come all the way down my throat. I swallowed the huge load and then slid my lips slowly upward, licking up the excess come as I went.
“Where did you learn to do that, little girl?” he asked as I stretched out beside him. But he didn’t wait for an answer before he was at my naked breasts again, sucking, licking, and biting. I didn’t have the energy to do anything but moan and buck my hips against him.
Somehow, he rid me of my shorts and panties without me really noticing his actions. But I sure took note when he moved down and nudged open my legs. Then he was at my cunt, lapping in long, slow strokes up from my dripping hole to just below my pulsing clit. It was sweet, sweet torture. I tried to press my cunt more tightly against his face, but he held my hips firmly in his big hands. It was clear that he now had control, and I gave myself up to him easily enough.
When I’d had almost more than I could take of the long, slow licks, he touched my clit with the tip of his tongue. Immediately, I began to tremble and thrash from side to side against the soft hay. The movement of his tongue was small but steady and firm, and he applied just the right amount of exquisite pressure.
Desperate for something to grasp, I grabbed fistfuls of his hair and held his head against my cunt. I teetered on the cusp of an explosive orgasm for what seemed like an eternity, and though my eyes were open, I could not focus. My mouth was dry, and I could make only small, breathless sounds. Then time stopped, and the world went still for a moment before everything shattered and I went tumbling over the edge of ecstasy.
As I came, Jake kept me tight against his mouth, sucking up all of my juices and holding me until the wild contractions faded and I was weary but satisfied. But when he rose above me and I saw his passion-filled eyes and his mouth still wet with my juices, I realized that I wasn’t satisfied at all. I wanted all of this man, and I wanted him now.
He seemed to be thinking along the same lines. At this point, there was no teasing, no slow build, no preparation. Jake entered me in one swift stroke, filling my body with his thick, meaty cock, nearly stretching my cunt beyond its limits. I’d never felt so complete, and I welcomed him to the hilt.
He stopped for a moment when he reached bottom, groaning as he looked into my eyes. Then he began moving inside me. He looked into my eyes the entire time, drawing out his entire length and then plunging back in again. I arched toward him, attempting to take him as deeply as possible into my cunt.
We were moving so fast, so frantically, that I had to wrap my legs tightly around his snapping hips to hold on. Jake’s arms were clasped tightly around my waist, pulling me hard against him. My breathy moans and his grunts filled the dark space around us.
I could see it in his eyes when he was about to come, and my body responded immediately. I felt my orgasm building in time with his, and when he closed his eyes and threw back his head, I arched toward him. My cunt squeezed his hard cock as he exploded inside me. I felt the blast of his cream, and I cried out while he swore over and over again.
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Posted January 24, 2014
Posted January 24, 2014