Penthouse Porn Stories Novels & Stories

Penelope whined while hugging Arai. "Did you really get laid last night? Tell me you didn't..." Penelope blinked her brown eyes at her curvy best friend. "No... Actually, I did have one with him..." Arai blushed. Penelope grimaced. "You're kidding!" she whimpered. Arai shook her head. "We... just finished this morning." Hearing her friend's honest answers, Penelope paled. Maybe they did have sex. They, Arai with Zaha, and Penelope with Heinrich.

“Now what are we to do with her?” “Anything, my dear Clara.” replied Narissa. “Anything at all. We can bring different men to fuck her everyday until her pussy shies away from cocks.” “Good idea.” “I know, right, Loretta?” “Or we could turn your into our very own Onlyfans star. Make money from videos and pictures we sell of you.” “N-no, please.” “What do you say, Renee?” Narissa asked the woman who had been sitting on the bed the whole while. “What makes her so special that our husbands want to die because of her?”

(A short story) THEY WEREN'T THE biggest he’d ever seen, but boy did they look firm! Niall Christopher spread out his copy of Penthouse and gazed at the most gorgeous pair of breasts he’d ever seen. High and delicately rounded they went perfectly with the tiny waist, the long, sleek thighs and the petal-pink, sweetly crinkled sex that peeped demurely yet raunchily through a bush of flossy gold-brown curls.

Men and women were having sex openly on leather benches, padded tables, and plush rugs, using whips, restraints, and various toys. Unfiltered moans echoed off the walls. It was a complete sex den. "Welcome to the den of freedom," I said, trying to sound confident and smooth. "I found this place a few months ago when I needed an escape." I turned to look at Jay, expecting to see curiosity or excitement, but the words died in my throat. The warmth on his face was completely gone. His eyes were wide with pure horror, his lips parted as he took in the sight of two men on a table nearby.

“Where is the fun in that?” “It’s not supposed to be fun,” I snapped, my heart hammering against my ribs. “You are supposed to be repentant. To change your ways.” “And the other day, there were two men,” she whispered. There were rattling sounds as she leaned closer. I could smell her vanilla perfume. “I was on fire that night; I had a lot to drink before. You see, these men were special, VIP. They paid for me and I gave them a darn good show. I had on my favorite gold bikini set. It’s basically a strip of clothing; doesn’t cover anything—”

“You don’t come until I say so.” I cried out at the sharp sting, my clit throbbing painfully with need. “Please…” I begged shamelessly. “Please let me come.” Lena stood up, towering over me again. She grabbed my hand and pressed it against the hard bulge of her strap — I hadn’t even noticed she was wearing one under her jeans. “You’re going to earn it,” she said, voice dark with lust. “Get on your knees and suck my cock like a good girl first.” Right there on the rooftop, hidden only by a few plants, I dropped to my knees. My dress was bunched around my waist, pussy exposed and dripping down my thighs. I frantically unbuttoned Lena’s jeans and pulled out the thick, realistic strap-on she was

She looked comfortable, like she owned the place. “Getting late, Matt,” she said softly. “You look tense. Why don’t you tell me a story? Or better yet, let me tell you one.” She started talking in that low, husky voice. Stories about late-night deals, fast cars, and men who thought they could control her. Every one had a dirty edge. How she once made a rival boss beg on his knees. How power felt better when it came with pleasure. Matt listened, pretending it was just work, but his dick stayed rock hard the whole time.

“I’ve already broken my hymen. I did it with a thick cucumber after watching a p**n video where a girl fucked herself with one. I’ve kept it a secret from all my friends. They still think I’m just the innocent virgin bookworm who only studies and touches herself… but I’ve been addicted to p**n for years, wondering what a real dick would feel like stretching my pussy. Now I want you to be the one to fuck me.” She didn’t have to do much more. Just standing there naked, letting him stare at her curvy body and glistening pussy, was enough. Jackson’s cock hardened fast, tenting his shorts obviously. Mirabel smirked. “Forget the video game. The real game is on my body.” Jackson fell completely. An

Just a short bio: “Successful businessman seeking one elegant evening with a beautiful, discreet woman. $10,000 cash, one night, my penthouse. No strings beyond that night. Serious inquiries only.” Ten thousand dollars. Rent caught up. Groceries. Maybe even a couple months of breathing room. One night. One man. Fifty-two years old, he said in the message. Respectful. Generous. I told myself it was just sex. I’d had worse for free with my ex. I typed the reply three times before I could send it. Yes. I’m interested. When? His answer came back in under a minute: Tomorrow night. 8 p.m. The Grandview Penthouse. Suite 2401. Wear something simple. No underwear if you’re comfortable. I’ll make it w

“Fuck babygirl. You make me want to do very dirty things to you.” I feel his erection pressing against my ass and I smile innocently. “Like what daddy?” I ask, wiggling a little on his lap. Gavin groans and leans in sucking on my neck. “Like.” He whispers, pausing a second. “Untying that little bikini bottom and sliding my fingers into that tight pussy of yours right here in this chair.” He kisses my neck and I moan. “Or, bending you over the arm of the couch, and fucking you until you are screaming my name.”