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Letters to Penthouse XXXXVIII
By Penthouse International
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I tried hard to look relaxed sitting in the outer office of the chief executive of the company I worked for. I had never met him, or any of the other senior executives.
I was hired right out of college. It seems not that many people wanted to work for a company that made sex toys, specializing in a popular line of dildos. But I did. I needed the job. Now, less than a year later, I was waiting to talk about an automated dildo I'd invented.
I sat in a green leather chair in the outer office, trying to relax. My nervousness was compounded by Lena, the CEO's sexy secretary. She sat across from me behind a large table that served as her desk. She was a knockout. With her looks, she could've been an Italian movie star. Her low-cut blouse revealed lots of mouth-watering cleavage between a pair of world-class pointed boobs that begged to be nibbled.
Try as I would, I couldn't help stealing glances at them. I longed to explore them with my lips and tongue. I'd have given a week's pay to slip my dick up between those beguiling boobies and fuck the daylights out of them. I couldn't help fantasizing how great it would be to get off between her tits and shoot a load of come in her face.
But it wasn't only Lena's boobs that got my attention. Her short skirt rode high up on her gorgeous golden thighs. I could see almost up to the Promised Land. I got a glimpse of pink bikini panties, pulling up snugly into her crotch and showing off her plump pussy lips. I swallowed hard thinking about it.
While typing away at her keyboard, Lena leaned forward to check something on her monitor. As she did, I got a mind-boggling eyeful of cleavage. I tried hard not to stare at her twin beauties, but it was impossible not to. She had me fighting what was for me a king-size erection.
With a knowing smile on her voluptuous lips, Lena glanced at the serious bulge in my pants. That made me even harder. I'm almost six feet, and pretty decent- looking. I work out every day and keep in good shape. But with not-so-broad shoulders and unsensational pecs, I know I'm never going to be mistaken for any kind of jock. I knew this doll was way out of my league.
As I waited, I wondered if Lena had ever tried one of our dildos, or any other kind. I decided that with a body like hers, she probably spent so much time fighting off studs who wanted to score with her that if she craved a cock to slip in her private parts or her lips, it would take her maybe thirty seconds to round one up.
My first job had been in the Product Development Lab, where most of my time was spent testing production dildos for proper size and flexibility; to be sure they met the company's exacting standards. They usually did.
In my spare time, I built a motor drive and attached it to one of our dildos. I could adjust its speed and stroke length but didn't know how to set it to maximize a lady's pleasure. I had no idea what speed and stroke length a woman would like best. The only way I could think of to find out was to test it on a woman.
Attaching a motor drive to a dildo had started out as kind of a joke, but when I showed a working model to my supervisor, he took a serious interest in it. That was a week before this meeting with the chief. There had been several meetings in between, but Monty, my supervisor, was always present. Now, however, I was going to meet the chief alone.
I wondered if Lena's ample endowments had gotten her the job, or did she have superior secretarial skills? I hadn't seen her naked, of course, but her lips appeared to offer a host of erotic delights. Used properly, they'd have been a welcome addition to any organization. Not only did she have great tits, she was very pretty in a very sexy sort of way.
So what if she was a few years older than me? She had it all. You wanted to drown in those large green eyes. Beneath her upturned nose, those red lips sent a clear message that my rapidly hardening dick could not ignore.
I saw Lena a lot around the plant. Beneath a waist I could have circled with my hands, she flaunted a deliciously rounded rear that dreams are made of. Wet dreams, that is. I'd often watched the well-oiled movement of her ass cheeks as she walked, round and firm as the halves of a ripe peach. The short skirts she wore showed off her sculpted thighs. She'd been on my mind a lot.
Suddenly Lena looked up. Her freshly glossed lips curved upward in a provocative smile that showed her perfect white teeth. She seemed to read my thoughts as I imagined her wrapping her soft lips around the head of my cock. That, I was sure, would be a trip straight to heaven.
As luck would have it, at the exact moment I was imagining Lena slipping my dick in her voluptuous lips, her phone rang. She looked up at me with a sexy smile and said in her sensuous voice, "He'll see you now."
I thanked her and got to my feet, bending forward a little, trying to minimize the bulge in my pants. It didn't help much—and Lena's eyes were on it. As I turned to go into the inner office, the smile she gave me seemed to say she enjoyed the effect she was having on me.
I knocked once on the door, waited a beat, then opened the door and walked in. The chief looked up from behind his large desk. He was almost bald. His heavy jaw and somewhat flattened nose reminded me of a bulldog. He had a thick wrestler's neck and a barrel chest. Black eyes bored into me above a half-smile that revealed a wide gap between his two front teeth.
He leaned forward in his big desk chair and held out a large, thick hand. It swallowed mine as we shook hands. For a moment his powerful grip brought me to the threshold of pain. Then he quickly released my hand. I had the clear impression that he could easily have crushed it.
"Roberts?" he said.
"Yes, sir," I said.
"Have a seat," he said, gesturing to a thinly upholstered metal chair in front of his desk.
As I sat down, I lowered my right hand unobtrusively to my thigh, flexing the numb fingers to try to restore circulation in them. He sat back in his chair and steepled his thick, stubby fingers. He gazed at me over his fingertips for a moment. "I brought ya here alone," he said, " 'cause I wanna talk strictly off the record. Ya got me?"
"Yes, sir," I said, nodding energetically while I pictured the one-way ride I might be taking with a couple of his goons if I were to breach the confidence he seemed about to impart to me.
"I mean, ya don't tell nobody nothin' about what I'm gonna say," he said, jabbing a thick forefinger at me repeatedly as if he were firing a large-caliber automatic pistol. "Nothin' to nobody, right?"
I nodded some more and said, "Right, sir. Nobody at all, sir."
"These rubber dicks we make for the ladies have been doing all right," he said, "but I wanna do more. I wanna get into somethin' new—get the jump on the other guys in this racket. When I heard you'd put a motor on one of our rubber dicks, I wanted to talk to ya."
"Yes, sir," I said. "It might be something the company could use."
"It is, so I don't want none of these other jokers to know nothin' about it before it's ready to go on the market."
"I haven't told anyone but Mr. Montgomery, sir," I said.
"Good, let's keep it that way. Monty's okay. He'll keep his yap shut."
"There's one problem, sir," I said.
"I need to test it on a woman," I said. "I don't know how long a stroke they'd like, or how fast they'd want it to go."
"Yeah, I wondered about that," he said. "I already talked to Lena about it. She'll help you check it out."
"Lena?" I said.
"Yeah, she's okay," he said. "She'll do anything I ask her to."
At this point a slight smile warmed his features, as if he was recalling past occasions when Lena had done things he had wanted her to. "I can see how ya might have a problem testin' the thing," he continued, his black eyes fixed on me. "But don't worry about it. Lena will give ya all the help you need. You met her, ain't ya?"
"Yes sir, I have," I said. "A very attractive young lady."
"Damn right she is," he said. "She's got it all, too." He was grinning wide enough to not only show the gap in his front teeth but allow a gold incisor to catch the light.
Thinking of Lena's impressive assets, I felt a rush of excitement at the prospect of easing a motor-driven dildo in her sumptuous snatch. This would be a research project far beyond anything I'd ever done in college.
I envisioned luscious Lena buck naked, stretched out on a bed with her knees raised and her luscious thighs spread wide. Thinking of her bare pussy in plain view sent a shiver down my spine. Just thinking about that bare pussy was getting me hard again.
The chief's smile faded, and his face darkened. "I wanna get into production quick," he said. "So don't be screwin' around when Lena lets ya work on her bare pussy. Ya'll have to get the testin' done in a couple of days."
"We'll need a place to do the tests."
"Lena said ya can do all the tests at her place," he said. "Anythin' else?"
"No, not right now, I guess."
"Good luck, kid, and ya just lemme know if ya need anythin'," he said as I got to my feet. "Anythin' at all."
"Thank you, sir," I said, forcing a smile that indicated more optimism than I felt. I wasn't sure I could get all the testing done in a few days. But, nodding to the chief, I turned and walked out of his office.
Lena looked up with a knowing smile as I approached her desk. Standing close to her, I got a good look deep down the lush valley between her boobs. My cock hardened, only inches from her sexy lips. Her gaze wandered over the bulge in my pants.
"Looks like we'll be working together," I managed to say.
"That's what the boss says he wants," she said. "Should be a kick."
"We'll have to get started right away."
"All right, why don't you come by my place this evening about six?" she said, jotting down the address. "I'll make us some dinner, we'll have some wine, and then we can get down to business."
"Sounds good to me," I said, admiring her perfect script. Even her handwriting was sexy. "I'll see you at six."
Lena answered the door wearing a wine-colored silk kimono open enough in the front to show me plenty of her beautiful pointed tits. From the appealing way those beauties bounced as she walked, I knew she wasn't wearing a bra. A matching cloth belt secured the kimono around her slender waist.
As usual, I couldn't keep my eyes off of her bountiful boobs. They had my hands shaking a little and my knees feeling weak. I stepped into the neatly furnished apartment and set my briefcase down by the door. The motor-driven dildo was in it, ready to go.
Lena led me into the kitchen and handed me a glass of red wine. It was marvelous. We sat down to a delicious meal she'd prepared. It was a great tomato-and-asparagus salad followed by angel-hair pasta with clam sauce.
"Great meal," I said.
"Thanks," she said. "I didn't use too many clams in the clam sauce because some people think they're an aphrodisiac, and I didn't think we needed that."
I tried to say, "I think that's oysters," but all that came out was a stifled choke. So I just said, "No, I guess not."
After dinner Lena said, "Let's go in the living room, and you can tell me about your miracle invention."
I picked up my briefcase and followed her into the living room, my eyes glued to her rear. It came to a graceful rest on the couch. I sat in a chair opposite. I only half listened as she went on about what she did at work. I had a view directly up between her thighs!
As she talked, her kimono gradually pulled higher and her legs parted a bit. I got a glimpse of a bountiful black bush. I don't know if it was the wine—or maybe it was the clams—but suddenly, seeing her thatch was more than I could handle. Uncontrollably, I crawled on my knees to the couch and planted a hot kiss on her inner thigh, just above the knee.
Lena inhaled sharply and rolled her head back. Clutching my head, she pulled me into her. I began to kiss my way slowly up the silky skin of her inner thighs. Soon I was facing the plump lips of her pussy and inhaling the aroma of her love honey. The sight made me crazy with desire. I pushed my face into her velvety folds and thrust my tongue deep into the juicy cleft. Her thighs pressed against my face, and she began rocking her pelvis into me.
My thrusting tongue found her rigid clit, and I began to lick it. Suddenly her body turned hard as wood, and for a long moment I was her (oh, so willing!) prisoner. Then, moaning softly, she relaxed. I licked up the savory juices that seeped out of her.
I could no longer ignore the demands of my granite cock. I laid Lena back on the couch, ripped my pants open, and thrust my knob into her perfumed garden. Then I buried my boner deep in her pussy. It was heaven. She began to rock her pussy into me, meeting every urgent thrust. I felt a boner-busting climax coming on. Gentle spasms in her pussy took me higher and higher, until I exploded in her.
Drained, I rolled off Lena and lay down on the carpet, with my cock lying limp against my thigh. Suddenly she was straddling me, her succulent snatch just inches from my lips. She cupped my dormant member and began to lick and kiss the head lovingly.
Grasping Lena's ravishing rump, I pulled her close and deep-tongued her twat. Soon the tender ministrations of her lips and tongue had my cock on the way back to full erection. When it was standing tall again, ready for action, she quickly switched around and lowered her pussy to the head. She took gentle hold of it, and then guided it into her opening until she was impaled on my shaft.
I plunged my tool into and out of her snug pussy until powerful convulsions began milking my dick like it had never been milked before. Then it was impossible to hold back, and again I exploded inside her pussy. Afterward, she leaned forward and lay on top of me. Her lush boobs pressed deliciously against my chest, while my cock remained happily lodged in her.
Once I finally descended from the dizzying high Lena had lofted me to, I remembered that we had a lot of work to do. I nudged her gently. "Hey, we've got to do some testing," I said.
"Right," she said. "Let's get on it."
She rolled off me, got up off the couch, and pulled her kimono around her. I went and got my briefcase, then took out my dynamic dildo and plugged it in.
"My God," Lena said, "is that it? Are you going to stick that thing in me?"
"You'll love it," I said.
"I hope so," she said, lying back on the couch and opening her kimono. Seeing her bare pussy set the fires in me raging, but that would have to wait. We really did have to get to work.
I lubed up the head of the dildo, switched it on, and handed it to Lena. "This is weird," she said as she guided the head in her. Her eyes went wide as she moved the dildo in and out of her at a leisurely pace. "Oh, oh," she moaned, rolling her head from side to side. Her mouth fell open, and her eyes seemed to glaze over. Her body became rigid, and the dildo slipped out of her hand.
I picked it up and turned it off. When she came back to earth, I said, "What did you think?"
For a moment she couldn't speak. Then she said, "It was fantastic. I've never felt anything like it."
"That's great," I said. "Maybe we can use it set just like it is."
"It'd sure work for me," she said. "My God, I've got to have one of those things. I'd be able to have fantastic sex anytime I wanted it."
"Lena," I said, "I promise that the first production model is yours."
"Thanks, I hope so," she said. "I'd love to have one."
"There's just one thing," I said. "We have to try various settings to make sure it's set right for you."
"I'm sure it is," she said. "I've never had a better fuck in my life."
"Well, we should try some different settings just to be sure," I said.
"Okay, I guess you're right," she said.
I adjusted the dildo for a higher speed and a longer stroke. Lena assumed the position and spread her legs. I turned on the dildo and handed it to her. She slipped it into her, inhaling sharply. I saw from her face that she was enjoying it, but her response was less spectacular than before. A moment later she pulled the dildo out and handed it back to me.
"This is okay," she said, "but I liked it better the first time."
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