Letters to Penthouse XXX

by Penthouse International

  What with the constant slipping in and out of slinky satin, not to mention the champagne offered by the fancier stores, the dressing rooms throbbed with female erotic heat. More than a few fingers slipped down panties—and not just our own fingers down our own panties! By late afternoon, it looked like high-class porn as we flirted, giggled, and cooed in the full-length three-way mirrors. My favorite moment was watching two sexy girls lick my nipples over the lacy top of a French demi-bra while various hands stroked my satin-covered pussy and ran up my stockinged thighs.

  After buying several outfits each, we finally went off to a fabulous dinner and drank bottle after bottle of expensive wine. Then we made our way to the posh hotel suite I had arranged for that night and the following day. Once there, we started with more champagne while we laid out all of our purchases and selected the exquisite French items to be put aside for the wedding. Then we all got into modeling some of the most outrageous lingerie we had purchased, until the suite looked like the most exclusive brothel in Paris, with its five most beautiful girls at work.

  We were all enjoying dancing and flirting with each other, but soon we agreed that this party was missing a key ingredient: men with hard cocks. Donna, usually fairly reserved but now obviously high from lots of champagne and lace, enlisted Hallie and Merrill to go down to the hotel bar and bring back the hottest studs they could find for our further entertainment. They slipped into sinfully slinky dresses and headed out on their mission.

  We had almost forgotten about them when, a half hour later, Hallie came in clearly excited and said that Merrill was on her way up with five very cute guys in town for a convention. Plus, she said, flashing a wicked grin and a stack of hundred-dollar bills, Merrill had dared her to tell the men that we were a party of call girls hired for a suddenly canceled assignment, and wouldn’t it be a shame to waste all that talent if other paying gentlemen might be interested? The men had eagerly shelled out five hundred dollars each—and probably would have paid twice that amount for Merrill and Hallie alone!

  We were all totally into the role of playing high-price call girls, especially Donna. We arranged ourselves around the suite in the candlelight, draped nonchalantly about the chairs and couches or slow-dancing to the sexy music.

  There was a discreet knock on the door, and Merrill led our “clientele” in. All five men were indeed fine-looking, and were clearly impressed to see such beautiful women outfitted in such wickedly sexy lingerie, each of us hornier than they dared imagine. Outrageously, Hallie had told them I was the madam! So she made a big point of handing me the cash, which I tossed casually in a drawer, playing my role to the hilt.

  “Well, gentlemen,” I said, “will you join us in some champagne? And then let’s get busy, shall we?”

  While I poured for them, Hallie and Merrill did a sexy striptease, down to garters, heels, and crotchless panties, then paired off in the bedroom with two men who seemed shier than the others. That left three very cocky boys for three very cock-hungry girls.

  In a couple of hours we had completely drained them, fucking and sucking them hard again as many times as they could manage. Finally they all lay exhausted on the floor—even the “shy” boys, who’d eventually joined the party. By midnight they stumbled out, eternally grateful and even adding a few hundred dollars in tips. We accepted graciously, dissolving in giggles once they’d left.

  Now Donna insisted that she was just getting a feel for the business, that the night was young, that she had in no way had her quota of orgasms, and that the bride-to-be surely deserved a little more attention! We were all definitely into this slutty little game, and the unexpected profit made it seem even sexier.

  As honorary madam, I told everyone to freshen up on the bidets and change into another set of lingerie from our collection. The hotel bar closed in two hours, and I wanted us all down there in our tallest fuck-me heels and tightest dresses, collecting at least seven men, on the house this time, since the crowd had probably thinned.

  God knows what business they were in, but this convention was almost all men, all heavy party animals. The bar was still packed with cute young guys who fell over one another to buy us drinks. Before I had finished my first, I saw Hallie and Merrill head back to the suite with three hot-looking guys.

  I bided my time, enjoying the show, looking for someone really special. One of our earlier clients must have returned to the bar and spread the word about us, because soon Dawn and Donna left with a pair of cuties, and shortly after, I had two fine virile specimens trying to break the ice with whispered offers of a thousand dollars each. I admit, it really turned me on playing the madam. So I said boldly I wanted them both, but only if they let me bring one more guy and have all three of them at once.

  That blew their dirty little minds, and they couldn’t agree fast enough. I told them to watch from the bar as I walked across the room to a man I’d been eyeing. He was alone at a table, tall and elegant but with a chiseled roughness that made me tingle inside.

  I stood before him and let him look me up and down. When he smiled his approval and said his name was Daniel, I bent over and whispered that the men at the bar were paying a thousand dollars each to fuck my pussy and mouth, and while they did me I wanted him to fuck me in the ass for free. I told him the suite number, then walked to the elevator with the two men close behind.

  I thought I hadn’t caught Daniel’s interest. But just before the elevator door closed, he slipped in and joined us. As we rode up, I lined the men up against the wall. I took the money from the two paying customers, then said: “I have four girls working tonight. You can take whichever you want, but first you fuck me—you in my cunt, you in my pretty mouth and you [staring at Daniel’s crotch!] up my tight ass.”

  Speechless, they followed me from the elevator down the hall to our door. We walked in on a complete orgy. My “girls” really had turned professional! There was a fresh pile of bills on the table, and there were bodies everywhere in the sweet candlelight.

  Hallie, straddling some hot humping stud, looked great in her crotchless vinyl cat suit. Merrill was sucking a huge cock while another guy fucked her doggie-style, grunting and grabbing her lacy garters while she arched back to take him deep. Dawn was being passed among three guys, clearly enjoying herself as they explored all her charms.

  I took my three guys into one of the bedrooms, where I found Donna in her red corset blowing some guy. I told her to get the cock out of her mouth and get off the bed. She cursed, threw a pillow on the floor, and slinked onto it. But she leaned over the edge of the bed, waving her ass, and her eager john at once spread her thighs and began fucking her from behind like a wild bull.

  I told my gentlemen to strip. I pulled off my dress and knelt before them on the bed, looking hot in my vinyl open bra, leather waist cincher, stockings, and heels. I rubbed the satin thong that barely covered my pussy and told the first guy to lie with his head at the foot of the bed and hold up his hard-on. I straddled his thighs, pulled my thong aside, spread my slippery cunt lips, and rubbed them across his fat cockhead until it was shiny with my juice.

  Staring the others in the eye, I licked my lips and moaned as I lowered myself all the way down his thick shaft with one smooth push, then lifted up, keeping his tip just inside my sucking pussy. As I bent over to kiss him, I lowered myself on him again until he was balls-deep.

  I raised my head to take the second guy’s cock in my mouth, then worked them both slowly, intensely. Finally Daniel—my beautiful chiseled Daniel—got on the bed behind me and began playing with my ass. He rubbed the juice flowing from my pussy over my tight hole, then reached for Donna, who was still bent over the edge of the bed getting fucked from behind by her john.

  “Don’t you want to tongue her asshole?” he said. “Get it good and wet?”

  I couldn’t believe Miss Priss went right to it! I arched my ass up for her to lick. Daniel held me still, and while I moaned around the cock in my mouth, she serviced me until I was dripping and open.
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  Then Daniel asked Donna, “Don’t you want to suck my cock? Get it extra-hard and slippery with your saliva?”

  And she did! Then, with her john still fucking her tirelessly from behind, she planted Daniel’s rod over my hole and panted, “Fuck her ass! I want to see your big cock fuck her tight ass. I want to see her ass full of giant cock!” And as she rambled on, she came—hard.

  All of us were in a fever of lust. I was in heaven as Daniel pushed his cock relentlessly in my tight ass, stretching me open, pushing in and in. Once I felt him get all the way, I lowered my hips to fill my cunt with more hard cock and we started a beautiful rhythm that had me coming in waves. I sucked hungrily at the big dick in my mouth as the other two pumped my ass and pussy.

  I love the indescribable sensation of having every hole filled at once. It’s the ultimate satisfaction for me, and these three studs proved to be good choices for the job. I’m sure they thought I was a hard-working professional faking all my orgasms. In fact, I was loving every gut-wrenching thrust they delivered.

  My guys came with perfect timing, so I could savor each of them—first in my mouth, then in my pussy, and lastly a flood of hot come up my ass. How heavenly I felt as we all collapsed on the king-size bed. Donna lay beside me, dripping with her bull of a lover’s come, high on champagne and sex.

  Donna giggled as we whispered together in the candlelight. She had loved watching me, she said, and she was just dying to be fucked by three guys at once, just like I had been—even though she’d never had anal sex before.

  We agreed that my three guys and her bull, who was out cold on the carpet, were all useless for now. She pouted that she had been fucked only four times so far, and needed more. Suddenly she blushed, realizing what she’d said. What, she wondered, would Nick think about her wanton behavior?

  I explained then that Nick had in fact asked me to give her just this kind of party, and why. Her eyes lit up. Now she was more eager for sex than ever. But it was getting really late, and when we went in the living room, there still didn’t seem to be any prospect of three hard-ons for her use any time soon.

  Hallie and Merrill were both in blissful semiconsciousness, their fine lingerie tattered and come-stained. Dawn was on the couch sipping champagne, grinning like a Cheshire cat as the spent men slipped their clothes on. We kissed each john good night and sent them on their way, including the crew that staggered in from the bedroom. My luscious Daniel managed to slip me his number on the way out. I said I’d call him soon.

  We all called it a night—all, that is, except Donna, who was still obsessed. Dawn laughed and tossed her a shopping bag from our spree. From it Donna fished out dildos, butt plugs, and lubricant. Dawn said she’d picked them up at one of the tawdrier stores, just in case “the real thing” proved unavailable.

  We all left Donna to her devices and headed off to bed. But as I dozed off, I heard her calling room service. Later, I heard what was unmistakably Donna fucking the bellboy in the vestibule. I’ll bet it was his favorite tip all year.

  We all rose in the early afternoon and woke up slowly in the two Jacuzzis, then ordered brunch brought up. The busboys looked disappointed when they didn’t get Donna’s special tip, but they left happy with a crisp hundred-dollar bill each. Until then we’d forgotten all about the money! It came to several thousand dollars. Hallie, Merrill, and Dawn planned to head out immediately on another shopping spree.

  Donna reminded me of a promise I’d made the night before, about a certain triple treat the blushing bride was badly in need of. We sent the happy shoppers off, and using the rest of the cash I booked us a suite at an even posher hotel, the swankiest in town—including a full day at its in-house spa.

  While Donna got dressed, I phoned Daniel and left a message, saying how much I missed him already and could he please come to our new suite around ten that night, and to be sure to bring his beautiful hard-on, and could he please bring a similarly endowed buddy for Donna? Then I called my former lover Mitch and invited him, and his friend Thomas. I knew from experience they both had the necessary attributes for Donna’s complete satisfaction.

  We packed our unused lingerie, plus those toys that Dawn had bought, in our overnight bags. We left our used items in a frilly heap, for the maids to find—or maybe those horny bellboys.

  After the whole day in our new hotel’s spa and salon, Donna and I dressed for dinner. We were certainly the two most striking women in the hotel’s four-star restaurant. We enjoyed the lustful gazes of every able man in the room, and by nine o’clock Donna was ready to pick three of them and get busy. I explained then that, for quality-control assurance, everything had been prearranged, and it was time to get upstairs.

  In our suite, I coaxed Donna back to the dressing room to get ready. She wanted me to dress her. My advice was to go for minimal and accessible. I laid out a shiny red waist cincher with black buckles on the sides and garters holding up red seamed stockings. She slipped into killer blood-red patent-leather stilettos. I added a red leather choker around her neck.

  We admired her in the mirror—her high, firm breasts completely bare, her shaved pussy framed deliciously in red. Behind her, I ran my hand up the crack of her fine ass and said we should really prepare her back there, since she was about to be butt-fucked for the first time and would want it really slick.

  I grabbed the tube of lube and told her to spread her thighs and arch her ass back. She gave a cute moan as I slid the applicator tip up her ass and squeezed in a glob of the slippery stuff. She gasped as I pressed a tight butt plug in and told her how it would keep her open for future nasty thoughts. She clearly liked it in there—liked the way it focused her mind on things to come.

  While she entertained herself in front of the mirror, I changed into a full black satin corset that cupped my tits just slightly, pushing them up and out while leaving them mostly bare. I slipped on opaque black stockings with five-inch heels. My thong was nothing more than black leather straps framing my naked pussy then running up my ass. Finally, we both slipped on little silk dresses—hers white, mine black as sin.

  Daniel arrived first, with Sean—a buff hunk Donna latched right on to. We had a few drinks, and the music was rocking us as we slow-danced with the guys, grinding our hips against their bulging crotches, letting them run their powerful hands all up and down our bodies. The guys had their shirts off, and we were about to remove our dresses, when Mitch and Thomas showed up.

  We didn’t miss a beat as they entered and joined us in dancing. The four men surrounded Donna and me, and as we put on a girl-on-girl show for them, dancing close and kissing while lifting each other’s dresses off, the men stripped.

  Hand in hand, we led our naked boys to the bedroom. Donna and I climbed onto the huge bed while the boys stood on either side, stripped to their oversize erections. I knelt behind Donna and ran my hands over her body as she moved to the music, bathing in the boys’ lustful attention. I told them that the bride-to-be needed them in a special way, needed them to fuck her as a team, a hot hunk in each of her horny holes.

  I had Mitch lie on his back next to us, where Donna promptly straddled him, pressing her naked breasts to his chest and kissing him deeply as she ground her damp pussy against his straining erection. We watched her hump him—her perfect ass, still stuffed with the butt plug I’d put in, working in circles and up and down. She sat up and lap-danced him, squeezing her breasts together, moaning and licking her lips.

  I saw Mitch’s cockhead, hard and slick with cunt juice, as she slid over his thick shaft. Finally she reached down, pulled his cock straight to her gaping cunt and lowered herself to the hilt in one stroke. She fucked him for a few deep thrusts. Then, still full of cock, she bent over and told Thomas to pop the plug out of her ass and butt-fuck her.

  As Donna had done for me, I took Thomas’s dick in my mouth to get him good and wet, then pulled it down to her slick asshole and watched him wedge it in. She moaned and panted, rolling her head back and forth as she adjusted t
o the fat cock pushing in her ass—even as Mitch moved his shaft in short jabs deep inside her cunt. Once Thomas got all the way in, she started having rolling orgasms. Soon the three of them were rocking and fucking in unison.

  Finally, Daniel took Donna’s head in his hands, and she sucked his cock with delirious hunger. At last she knew the unique joy of three cocks at once!

  Sometime during this mesmerizing scene, Daniel’s friend Sean had moved behind me and shoveled a he-man-size cock in my pussy. Now, with his beefy hands squeezing my breasts, I arched back to take him in deeper, my fingers working my clit as we danced like this to the rhythm of Donna’s joy.

  Donna soon swallowed all of Daniel’s come, then lay facedown on Mitch’s chest, panting and moaning. He and Thomas fucked her even harder, their own orgasms nearing. Mitch came hard in her pussy, grunting and swearing. After a few more powerful thrusts, Thomas took hold of her ass and emptied his load in it. Not to be outdone, Sean—clasping my hips firmly—soon filled my cunt with hot come.

  Now there was just the sound of the music and of the six of us catching our breath, drifting half-conscious in sexual bliss. I was almost asleep when I was literally shaken out of it by Donna. With a crazed look, she whispered that she wanted me to help her suck those four exhausted cocks until they were hard enough to fuck her once more.

  My God, the woman had become truly insatiable! I wondered if I had succeeded too well. Would Nick be able to keep up with this new Donna?

  I said that, tired though I was, it would be my pleasure to give her four hard cocks as a wedding gift. With a bit of champagne and a lot of expert cocksucking, we got them all up and ready.

  Now “good girl” Donna took charge!

  She had Sean sit back on the deep couch and sucked his cock for a few strokes. Then she mounted him so she was facing his feet. She grabbed his cock and sat on it till it was balls-deep in her come-soaked ass. She lay back against Sean’s chest, looking incredibly sexy with her legs spread wide, smiling and licking her lips, with his big cock wedged up her ass. She spread her pussy and ran her fingers through the come dripping out of her hole and on down Sean’s cock and balls.