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Contents
Introduction to Letters to Penthouse XXXIII
Chapter 1
Welcome to Life On Top!
ARE YOU HOT FOR THE HUNT?
Penthouse readers are leading the pack as they share torrid tales of seduction and surrender. A nubile groupie rocks one guitar hero’s world. A sexy private eye gives her boss more than an eyeful. The car saleslady takes a customer for a test drive—on her chassis. The bored hotel clerk gets full service from the pretty maid. It can happen anytime, anywhere, to anybody. And when you read LETTERS TO PENTHOUSE XXXIII, it all happens to you …
OTHER BOOKS IN THE SERIES:
Erotica from Penthouse
More Erotica from Penthouse
Erotica from Penthouse III
Letters to Penthouse I
Letters to Penthouse II
Letters to Penthouse III
Letters to Penthouse IV
Letters to Penthouse V
Letters to Penthouse VI
Letters to Penthouse VII
Letters to Penthouse VIII
Letters to Penthouse IX
Letters to Penthouse X
Letters to Penthouse XI
Letters to Penthouse XII
Letters to Penthouse XIII
Letters to Penthouse XIV
Letters to Penthouse XV
Letters to Penthouse XVI
Letters to Penthouse XVII
Letters to Penthouse XVIII
Letters to Penthouse XIX
Letters to Penthouse XX
Letters to Penthouse XXI
Letters to Penthouse XXII
Letters to Penthouse XXIII
Letters to Penthouse XXIV
Letters to Penthouse XXV
Letters to Penthouse XXVI
Letters to Penthouse XXVII
Letters to Penthouse XXVIII
Letters to Penthouse XXIX
Letters to Penthouse XXX
Letters to Penthouse XXXI
Letters to Penthouse XXXII
Penthouse Uncensored I
Penthouse Uncensored II
Penthouse Uncensored III
Penthouse Uncensored IV
Penthouse Uncensored V
Penthouse Variations
26 Nights: A Sexual Adventure
Penthouse: Naughty by Nature
Penthouse: Between the Sheets
Penthouse Erotic Video Guide
Introduction to Letters to Penthouse XXXIII
A chance meeting, a randy rendezvous, a quintessential quickie, what do they have in common? Why, they are the result of that wonderful unexpected encounter. The chased and conquered, the hunted prey that becomes our most captive audience. In a nutshell—the one we set out to fuck and seduce and do!
Yes, around here our motto is “it’s better to be chased than to be chaste,” and we stand by that. For into one’s life a little pursuing must fall. Think about it. You see him or her, and that person blows your mind. Is it your neighbor who needs help with a package? The boss who needs you every afternoon to take dictation? The bartender who not only serves your spirits but lifts them by a mere glance? Perhaps it’s the girl next door? Oh, the joy you get when you spy that certain someone. What a rush!
A sudden romp in the hay does a body good. And when it comes about by a sudden unplanned series of events it only adds to the excitement—the naughtiness of it all. Live it, love it, and grab it by the balls!
Along with the scenarios mentioned above there’s a whole lot more going on amidst these steamy pages of chance encounters. From pickup to lie down it’s all covered, or should we say, uncovered? Every juicy, nasty detail awaits you. Set your sights on your unknowing quarry and make your fantasy a reality. Chase your dream, or you can just revel in the stories of pursuit and capture that await you.
Kathy Cavanaugh
Senior Managing Editor
Penthouse Letters
Abandoned by Her Husband, She Draws on Her Hidden Talents
Last summer my husband left me for another woman, leaving me at 35 to care alone for our 13-year-old and 9-year-old.
One night while my mom had the kids, I was drinking with my friend Linda to help relax. I was working one part-time job and needed another. Linda said she could hook me up with her job as a part-time cleaner for an older man if I wanted, as she was taking a better-paying full-time job shortly. I said sure, that would be great, and she said she’d arrange everything.
Three days passed. Then Linda called and said that it was all set and gave me the address. She went on to say she thought she’d mention that while she was there, the more skin she showed, the better pay she got.
The following Monday I went to this gentleman’s house. It was in a well-to-do part of town, and it was big. I was nervous as I knocked on the door, but I relaxed a little when a well-built man with a nice smile opened the door. His name was Lou. He got me a Coke, and we chatted.
Lou was a 57-year-old widower whose wife had died four years ago. He managed a few clubs in the city and needed a housekeeper to help out. As he talked, I noticed him checking out my conservative yet sexy outfit, especially my legs. (I’m what you’d call a “leggy” brunette, 36-24-35.)
I began the next day. After several days, Lou and I were on pretty friendly terms. He gave me a set of keys and even let me borrow one of his cars for errands and such. By the third week, I started realizing what Linda meant. It was hot that Tuesday, so I wore a summer dress that was somewhat revealing. I caught Lou checking me out several times. I actually gave him shots of cleavage and thigh—even my butt as I bent over once or twice.
A week or so later, Lou said he was having some friends over for a get-together and asked if I’d like to hostess. I agreed. The night of the party, I wore a short black cocktail dress, braless and with black thigh-high stockings. The material clung to my every curve. The moment Lou saw me, his eyes almost popped out.
Within a few minutes, his friends arrived. Most of them were in their late 50s, but they were all very nice. As I served the first arrivals, I felt an occasional pat on the ass. But I’d had a drink or two, so I didn’t mind.
After an hour there were about 15 people. A knock came at the door, and Lou returned with two tall, handsome black men. He introduced them to me as Bart and Greg. They seemed in their mid-20s—definitely the youngest guests. Time passed, and a few guests left, but Bart and Greg were close by me all the time.
Lou came over and said we were going to all move to another room. Bart and Greg actually stayed with me as I cleaned up a little in the first room. Soon Bart came over and put his arms around me, saying I was real sexy. He asked if I’d like to go upstairs with him.
I thought, very bold! And initially I said no. But after some more talk, I consented hesitantly.
We wound up in a bedroom. First we talked a little. Then Bart put his hands on my shoulders and slid the straps of my dress do
wn my arms, stopping just as my dress was at my breasts. My stomach was in knots, and I jumped when I suddenly heard Greg’s voice behind me saying, “Maybe the bed is big enough for three.”
With that, he reached for me and slipped my dress to the floor. I stepped out of it, in only my stockings—with my big breasts on display.
I heard gasps that didn’t seem to be in the room with us, and it suddenly dawned on me that we were being watched. Some of the other guests, and maybe even Lou himself, were about to watch me be fucked!
Bart got me on my hands and knees on the bed, and I looked in the mirror at the head. Naturally I assumed it was a two-way mirror. As Bart was feeling my breasts, I moaned. “You’re beautiful,” he said. “You want a good fucking, don’t you, baby?”
In response, I just moaned.
Greg stood right in front of me and stripped. I watched while Bart played with my breasts. Greg pulled his boxers down, and a huge black cock sprang out at my face. Bart maneuvered me a little toward the side of the bed, and Greg pulled my face level with his cock.
“Come on, babe, suck my black cock,” he said.
I opened my mouth wide and slid my lips over him while reaching up to massage his balls. I used my other hand to feel his hard-as-steel butt and pull him to me. I was acting like a total slut instead of a 35-year-old mother of two!
Bart started to pull my panties down, and I wiggled my ass slowly for him. From behind, I heard the sound of him undressing.
“She sucks like a real slut,” Greg said to him.
They maneuvered me onto my side. Greg lay behind me, lifted my leg, and penetrated me from the rear. When his big shaft was in me to the hilt, he started to move, grinding slowly into me. Then I saw Bart’s cock for the first time. It was awesome—longer than any I’d ever seen and so thick that I couldn’t reach around it.
He lay down and went into a 69 with me. As he rubbed his cock over my face, I felt him lick my clit. Greg, whose cock was still in me, stopped fucking me and held my shoulders to keep me fully embedded on his cock. I thought I’d faint from the sheer intensity of it.
Greg gripped me tightly and urged me to fuck him. I bucked against him until he filled me with his seed. Bart got me in doggie position and gripped my hips as he pushed deep in me. I moaned as he held my hair and pounded me, making me shudder while stretching my vaginal walls till we both cried out.
Bart pulled out, and I felt him shoot his last spurts over my ass. I collapsed forward with him on top of me, briefly crushing me. Then he got up off me, and I rested. About a minute later I was aware of maybe five men standing around me on the bed. Their cocks were nothing like Bart’s and Greg’s, but I took them in my mouth and stroked them until one by one they covered my face and breasts with their semen.
I fell asleep afterward and was awakened in the morning by Lou parting my legs and mounting me in my sleep as I lay on my belly. He fucked me quickly, coming inside me and then leaving. When I went downstairs, he had breakfast ready for me. We didn’t say much afterward.
Roughly six weeks later Lou asked me to hostess again for him, and of course it was a repeat of the first time. This happened twice more before I got a full-time job somewhere else. Each time I did the “hostess” routine, I made an extra 500 dollars for the week. Not bad for a little fun!
—H.L., Toronto, Ontario
Just Give ’Em What They Want, and Get a Weekend to Remember
I have a real Saturday-night experience to share.
I drove back to my hometown on a Saturday night for some fun—a 325-mile trip for a piece of ass! I had seen this girl one time over Thanksgiving, and we hit it off. Then we hooked up on the third date, sometime in early December.
After that, even with all the traveling I was doing for work, I took the time to call, and we continued to talk. There was no doubt that there was chemistry there.
You know that the heart grows fonder with time, distance, and loneliness. So, talking to her from hotels all over the country, I had a chance to build that chemistry over the phone. Not to mention being on active duty for 22 days in the desert in Nevada—that made the hormones build up for some action.
After canceling on the girl for a hookup in February, I decided June was the time to see if the sparks were still there. We planned to spend the weekend together, starting on Friday. She said there was a festival going on in town, and there would be live music at a cozy club she knew.
Now, being squeezed into a small club sounded good! And man, does a beer taste good after you’ve driven for six hours!
The night went on, the streets closed down, and it was back to her place. She had just moved in a few weeks ago. Her two-bedroom apartment was great, and her roommate was coming home late.
She had an air mattress on top of a new bed frame, no box spring. There were initially enough boards below us to keep the mattress nice and level. But when bedtime came and the passion started, we snapped one of the boards. Lights went on, and I took the boards out. On the floor went the mattress, followed by a full workout, followed by rest.
Morning came, and I wanted to seal the deal again. It went well; the girl had talents. The roommate wasn’t too happy about all the noise. Oh, well, she can suck it, too!
We enjoyed the afternoon at the art museum, but I had a feeling things were just about sex. Which I definitely wanted! After lunch we decided on some movies, which were rented and watched. But that evening I bowed out. I decided to go see my brother and some friends an hour’s drive away.
I had meant to stay the weekend, but there came the realization that my feelings were done. I’d read the book on the girl, and I didn’t want the rest. So I left.
She was going to the same town as me, to visit her family. We’re from the same hometown, which is how we came to meet over holidays. I left, and she left, and an hour later I was home, baby! She cried, but she called that night and closure was made.
I was getting a little excited after bailing, and thought more fun might be in store. Back on my old stomping ground, I cruised down Main Street and pulled into a drive-in for a burger and a float. I had to kill some time; my brother and my friends were at a movie that was just about done. No problem, it was a good burger and float. I love that place.
Off to the bar. There’s one bar in town we all start a night at, and usually end up at as well. Cruising to the bar, I noticed three girls at a gas station. One in particular was rocking, and I mean rocking. She was wearing a pink skirt. Good visual image. I got to the bar and caught up with the crowd while I waited for my brother and friends to show.
Eventually they got there, but not before I bumped into Pink-Skirt Girl. I went up to her and said I was checking her out on the way here. She liked the attention. She and her friends kept playing with and adjusting their boobs. Nice.
I got up to get another drink, and talked to some more girls I know, hearing the latest about who got their nipples pierced. I was really happy to see this one girl got them done. She’s short and damn fuckable.
I’m working on the twist here, folks. Keep in mind Pink-Skirt Girl. I planted the seed and ignored her friends.
I went to a new bar that just got changed into a Vegas-style lounge. Not bad for a small town! I had a few drinks, then visited one more bar. I left there at closing time and walked back to the first bar.
People were gathering on the street. I saw the girl in the pink skirt. I talked to her a little. She kissed me and bit my lip. Ooh! Naw, I’m not liking that! Well, she introduced me to her friend and said she needed a ride home. I looked over, and here was this smoking-hot blonde with a nice body—boobs, ass, blue eyes.
Hell, yeah, I had sobered enough to drive. And with the fact that it was raining, with thunder and lightning, the cops had better things to do than follow me. I hooked my arm, and she stepped right into place. Oh, yeah, my brother and my friends were right there to see me walk away with this hot blonde.
I got her in the car and drove toward her house in a nearby town. I had some
idea where it was. I got on the highway and listened to her some 50 percent. She went into her thing. She likes guys that act like it’s no big deal to have a hot chick in their car. She says the more I act like I don’t care, the more it turns her on. This girl is a freak!
So I played into her game. It was pouring, and the lightning was turning this girl on! Now we’re lost. So we turn around and go back. I ask about a hotel room, and she says yes! So we go to one hotel, it’s full. But the lady calls next door, and they got space. (Whew, almost got shot down!)
We check in, and I get the overnight bag. Kissing starts, and I put her on top. She teases me, saying I don’t know how to untie a bra. I snap my left fingers, and it’s off. Ha, girl! I get her naked, and she wants it now. I play with her pussy, my fingers caressing her G-spot using a method from Men’s Health. (Thanks for that one, by the way!)
She says to stop playing around and get inside her already. Following orders, I wrap it up. At this point she gets crazy, calling herself a slut and telling me to fuck her hard! She’s loud and moaning. This is great!
I want to flip her around and watch her boobs spring back and forth, but we don’t get there. Five or six minutes and we’re both at the breaking point. We come and feel totally relaxed.
From just meeting on the street to two hours later in bed with the girl!
And this is no whore from the city. She’s a good girl from the country, with standards. We had a little sex talk after, then set the alarm, as she was going to church in the morning! I was thinking, this girl’s gonna burst into flames as she passes through the doorway!
We got up and dressed, then went down to pay the bill. The girl at the front desk was Asian and stacked. She knew it, too, because she wore a low-cut blouse and had a small silky black scarf on her neck that was resting in between her mounds.
I asked about a military discount. She messed with the computer, answered the phone a few times, and said, “Don’t worry about the bill.”
Wow, free sex, free hotel!
We left. I had to get her home so she could go to church. She brought up the fact that the girl at the front desk was stacked. Very hot. I took her home. No phone-number exchange. I found out on the way home she’d been in a relationship for three years and was only 23 and not looking for marriage. The BF proposed a week earlier, and she blew him off, “to think about it.”
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