Penthouse Letters

"KEEPING A FINGER ON THE PULSE OF PORN."

When I was a senior in college I was quarterback on the college football team, but what I was most interested in was my English teacher, Mrs. Miller (not her real name), who I spent many nights dreaming about. As well as teaching English, she also happened to be the wife of the college president. At forty, she was some kind of sexy woman, usually coming to class in a two-piece business suit, with a skirt that ended halfway between her knees and her crotch. Beneath it she always wore white silk panties, and every so often I would get a glimpse of them under her desk as I sat in the front row. She was six feet tall, about a hundred and thirty pounds. She had long black hair, 36D breasts and the most beautiful legs I had ever seen. I was no slouch myself, being blond, six feet four and all muscle, and being a football star I could just about have my choice of the college girls. But I could not get over Mrs. Miller. In class the words she said were a blur to me, but looking at her I would have a hard time covering up my hard-on.

"'John, if you bring your grades up to a B, which I know you can do, and if the team gets to the championships, this will be your trophy from me.' And with that she pulled up her short skirt"

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One night I had a visitor, and she was a vision from out of this world. It started with a knock on my door. Before I answered it, I had never even dreamed about what was soon to happen.

She showed up at twilight one late-summer evening. She said she was having car trouble a mile down the road. I offered my phone and a cold drink, and she entered my home with a thank you and an appreciative smile. As she walked past me into the house, her elbow brushed against my breast. My pussy throbbed at her mere touch.

The atmosphere was sexually charged. Our eyes met and held long enough for my nipples to grow hard. I saw with astonished excitement that she was also very turned on. I blushed and turned away, saying how thirsty she must be after walking through the heat to get here, and would she care for some iced tea? She agreed, and I showed her the location of my phone.

"Our mouths melted together, and we explored each other's mouths with our tongues while our hands connected to each other's breasts"

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I've always enjoyed traveling on work-related assignments, so when my boss began sending me on an increased number of business trips, I considered myself fortunate. I didn't know why he was doing it all of a sudden, but I was getting to travel all over the country and stay in (reasonably) nice hotels on someone's else's tab, so I didn't even bother to give it a second thought.

One day I left the office to go to the airport, but on the way I realized that I had left an important file at home, so I had the cab turn around and take me back to my house. When I walked in the door I noticed that the answering machine was on. I was surprised to hear my boss's voice--and I was even more surprised to hear what he was saying.

When I heard this I suddenly realized why I'd been so generously assigned all those overnight business trips recently. My boss Steve was fucking my wife Maggie, and he probably had been for months. It also explained why Maggie had never complained about me being away from home so much. Strangely enough, when I realized exactly what was happening, I got an immediate hard-on.

"Steve often comes by to fuck Maggie. Then I jerk off, coming hard when I hear her scream with orgasms that she gets from another man"

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There are many professional dommes in the city where I live, and I've been to see a number of them. My experiences have been satisfying, but still, it was difficult to envision one of them inspiring a letter to your magazine. Then I met Mistress Roseanne. She is drop-dead gorgeous, with an absolutely incredible ass, fantastic legs, an awe-inspiring fetish wardrobe and an attitude you wouldn't believe. She is very small, and it's a terrific turn-on for me to turn control over to such a petite woman, especially one who is so much younger than I am.

Another thing that turns me on is her eyes. She uses them flirtatiously, batting them like Scarlett O'Hara. Then the next minute they have the glint of diamonds as she forces me to submit to her will. They are one of the most entrancing features of this very dominant woman. In fact, just by looking at them you can get a sense of her attitude; in the photo that's in her ad, you can see that she's looking down her nose at the rest of us. She's a cut above, and she knows it. Her clients come to serve her, not to satisfy themselves.

"Kneeling before her, I massaged her feet while licking them clean of the little sweat and dirt that had accumulated throughout the day."

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It's been about nine years, but whenever I go north on a business trip, I look back on some of the best sex I ever had--a conquest close to getting that virgin cheerleader back in high school.

I was a midlevel administrator in a large public-sector operation that hired many women who traveled for a week or two at a time, conducting training sessions or supervising completed work. I made shorter support trips to the places they were working. I have long contended that women who travel, leaving their husbands and children behind, can nearly always be fucked. Different women have different buttons to push, but find the right one and you will get laid.

"I was so hot, but I didn't want to come right away. I took to visualizing college math formulas. I really wanted this first time with Dory to last" "Hi, kitten," I heard. "Your husband has just taken a cab to the airport, so we've got two nights to howl. I thought I might come by around lunchtime so we could have ourselves a little matinee roll in the hay. I'm horny as hell for your pussy, kitten. Give me a call when you get in. Bye bye."

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