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11/02/2025 - Dirty Birds

To say I’m in awe of my boss would be an understatement. She is absolutely brilliant. She can also be pretty commanding when the situation calls for it. But working under her has been a dream come true.

For months, my interest in Shana went beyond the professional. In addition to her admirable brain, she has the most incredible figure. Her luscious breasts are always tastefully displayed in expertly tailored clothing, and her legs… well, let’s just say from my first day on the job, I wouldn’t have minded having them wrapped around me.

Sometimes I’d thought the feeling was mutual. She lingered just a little bit longer than necessary when pointing out important items in documents on my monitor. Other times, she’d brushed her fingers against mine when I handed off her coffee, even though she could’ve easily taken the cup without touching me at all.

One night, however, everything changed between us.

Like so many other evenings, we stayed to work late. Shana had called my name from her office’s en-suite bathroom.

Its door sits just behind her desk. The space feels more like an apartment than a place of business. Just beyond the doorway is a dressing room featuring plush furniture and floor-to-ceiling mirrors, then further back is the shower and a separate space for the toilet. Sometimes, Shana asks me to sit in the dressing room to take dictation while she freshens up, so I thought nothing of it when she called me inside that evening.

I barged into the dressing room, expecting to find her touching up her makeup or grabbing a quick shower. Instead, I walked smack into Shana, who wore nothing but her pumps and a matching lingerie set.

“Oh!” I gasped.

I spun on my heel and rushed toward the door, careful not to look back as I sputtered, “I am so sorry!”

Much to my surprise, Shana reached out, caught my wrist in her hand and said, “You don’t have to go — unless you really want to.”

Suddenly, my feet felt rooted in place. I turned to face Shana, worried I’d see annoyance or anger etched on her face. Instead, I saw her eyes sparkle as she regarded me with great interest.

“I see the way you look at me,” Shana said softly. She took a step forward and added, “I think you’ve noticed how I look at you, too.” My boss reached out, touched my hand and said, “We work so well together, and there are more ways we can make magic.”

She lifted her arm and turned me so we stood facing the mirror. Her chest was pressed against my back. She asked, “What do you want from me?”

For a split second, it felt as if another consciousness had beamed into my body. Suddenly, the nervous tremor disappeared from my voice, and I simply blurted out, “An orgasm!”

Immediately, a fiery blush bloomed on my cheeks. I couldn’t believe that I’d said those words, so brazen and demanding.

Shana didn’t seem to mind, though. She smiled and skimmed her hands over my thighs, belly and tits.

“That can be arranged. Tell me, Sarah, what do you like?” she asked.

“I, uh, well,” I stuttered once more, feeling shy and nervous all over again.

“Oh!” Shana exclaimed. “Is this your first time, darling?”

“No. I mean, not exactly. I’ve had sex with men, but, well, I’m curious.”

She arched one perfectly manicured eyebrow and asked, “Curious?”

I swallowed hard, desperate to unstick my tongue from the roof of my mouth, and explained, “Yes, curious. About women. About you.”

My admission made her smile.

“As you know, I do so enjoy mentoring you, Sarah, and I think I can satisfy your curiosity — in all sorts of ways.”

One hand dipped down into the waistband of my skirt.

“Is this OK?” she asked.

Her fingers wandered lower before I could respond. She breached the elastic waistband on my panties and dove deeper. When her fingertips caressed my clit, I found my voice again and offered an enthusiastic, “Yes!”

“Good,” Shana purred. She kissed my neck, while her fingers traveled further south and pressed against my pussy hole. “I think this is the beginning of a beautiful personal partnership.”

One of Shana’s elegant digits plunged into my pussy. I could tell she’d crooked her finger by the way it pressed against the front wall of my cunt and found the holy grail of pleasure tucked away inside me.

“Oh,” I sighed. My body sagged against Shana’s, and I relinquished all control.

“That’s a good girl,” she cooed. “You just relax and let me take care of you.”

Her free hand snuck between our bodies and opened the zipper at the back of my skirt.

She didn’t have to ask for permission. I took a deep breath and wiggled my hips to help her undress me. When the garment hit the floor, I looked up, and my eyes connected with Shana’s in the mirror.

A dazzling smile lit up her whole face, and I knew she was pleased by what she saw. She traced the lacy elastic at the tops of my thigh-highs, eliciting a delicious shiver from me, and said, “These are very sexy.”

Her fingertips danced along the scalloped trim of my stockings, and goose bumps blossomed on my body. The way she stroked my nylons and gazed at my pumps told me they’d be staying on for the duration of our encounter.

But that wasn’t the case with my panties. Shana wasn’t gentle when she grabbed them and yanked them down my body. I kicked the discarded undies — and my skirt — out of the way. That left me clad in nothing but my stockings, shoes, button-down blouse, and bra.

Shana cupped my breasts through my top and slid her hands down my body. She smoothed a palm over my pussy, slipping downward and parting my folds with her fingers.

“My, you’re so hot and wet for me,” she murmured.

Shana ran two fingers along either side of my slit and smeared my slippery honey across my labia.

“Are you excited, darling?” she asked.

“Very,” I replied breathlessly.

I tilted my head back, resting it on her shoulder. I’m only a few inches shorter than Shana, yet we fit together so well, like two matched puzzle pieces.

“Very good,” she said.

While Shana continued to play with my pussy, her free hand popped open the buttons on my shirt. Moving upward, she unfastened them one by one, slowly exposing my torso and heaving breasts.

Finally, she reached my collar and opened the shirt to reveal my bra. She ran her hands over the lace demi cups, caressing my rapidly tightening nipples along the way. They beaded enough to be felt through the fabric, and she pinched them one after the other.

I gasped from her harsh treatment. The pressure of her fingertips caused a bit of pain, but it was nothing compared to the pleasure I also felt. My sex, already slick with dew, seemed to gush even more when she squeezed each bud.

“Yes,” I moaned.

My back bowed, bumping my butt against Shana. She laughed in a playful way I’d never heard her do before. It was a light, tinkling sound — like crystal prisms on a chandelier clinking against one another to create a delicate melody.

Shana reached inside one bra cup and eased my breast over the top, then she did the same with the other. The plump mounds of flesh sat there supported by the shelf of my disheveled bra.

“Look at these beautiful breasts,” Shana said with a sigh. She cupped one in her hand and kneaded its pliant flesh. “Do you like playing with your breasts, Sarah?”

She rolled one turgid bud between her fingers and sent another electric jolt of lust straight to my core.

“Yes!” I enthusiastically replied.

The pulsing sensation in my pussy grew stronger, and its rhythm directed my body, instructing me to follow the beat set by my libido.

Shana resumed finger-fucking me. The orgasmic pressure was already building inside my body when she rocked the heel of her palm against my throbbing clit.

“Oh God!” I cried out.

“That’s right,” she cooed. “Come for me, baby.”

Sweet, delicious relief washed over my body as my orgasmic juices glossed Shana’s hand. Evidence of my pleasure flowed freely from my core, spritzing us both in its syrupy elixir.

“Oh yes,” Shana whispered.

She continued to pump her fingers into my pussy, milking every last drop of nectar from my sex.

When my breathing steadied and the tremors subsided, she eased her fingers from my channel and insisted, “Now, show me how you love yourself.”

She stepped back, and I stumbled, as unsteady as a newborn foal feeling her legs for the first time.

“Don’t be shy,” she teased. “I can start if that will help.”

I gulped down the lump that had risen in my throat and nodded.

“Yes, you first,” I said.

Shameless Shana popped a finger in her mouth and sucked it until her cheeks grew hollow. When she slipped the digit from her lips, it glistened with her saliva.

“Now you,” she said, gazing at me expectantly.

I mirrored her movements exactly, right up to pulling my finger from my mouth with a pop. But after that, our paths diverged. While Shana went directly for her clit, I chose to stimulate my nipples first. I circled my fingertip over one erect nub, charting a similar path to the one she’d plotted before. I basked in the delicious agony of anticipation, then I plucked the sensitive peak with my fingers before moving on to the other one.

By the time I slid my fingers down my torso to reach my mound, Shana was already pistoning her fingers in and out of her pussy — hard. She fucked herself with the same determination she reserved for managing our most exacting clients, and just like her work in the boardroom, her enthusiasm was contagious.

“Do you ever think about me when you masturbate, Sarah?”

I felt a lie forming on my tongue, but I bit it back and spoke my truth instead: “Yes.”

She sighed, “Good. Next time, think of this.”

Shana’s glossy hair whipped around when she tossed her head back. Her lips parted to release a primal cry. From the sound of it, and the way her hips jerked, I knew she was coming all over her own fingers — and knowing that fact made my own desire spike exponentially.

Within seconds, the room was filled with a delightful chorus of feminine moans. The sounds we produced echoed off the walls. They were a pure, passionate expression of unbridled womanly pleasure. The sexy, confident boss who championed my ideas and supported my professional ascent had unlocked a new and exciting facet of my personality, one that I knew she’d continue to cherish and nurture.

11/02/2025 - Let's Play Doctor 4

11/01/2025 - Gallery - Pet of the Month November 2025

10/31/2025 - Issue Denouement

One does not see “denoument” very often when perusing sites, although one does not often see women as shiny as in the conclusion of the May/June, 1999, Girls of Penthouse either. We approve of both.

10/30/2025 - Gallery - Alice Ross Plugged, Probed, And Pounded

10/30/2025 - Alice Ross Plugged, Probed, And Pounded

Cute brunette Alice Ross's world is rocked when her boyfriend dumps the PYT over the phone while she’s vacationing in Budapest. Alone in the park, the naughty little hottie catches the eye of Matthew Meier. They click fast, bonding over being Russian, and back at his place, the strangers turn into filthy lovers. The tight-bodied beauty first enjoys a toy as he plugs and probes her before riding his massive member and swallowing his salty load like the hungry nympho she is on Penthousegold.com.

10/29/2025 - Gallery - Mandy Muse Stripping and Stuffed

10/29/2025 - Mandy Muse Stripping and Stuffed

Big-bottom brunette Mandy Muse sizzles on screen with a spellbinding striptease. The bangin' beauty peels off her racy black cutout lingerie just in time for Alex Legend to find his honey unwrapped and ready to ease his after-work stress. The all-natural nympho drops to her knees, taking his thick meat in her mouth before taking it in the muff in their favorite positions. Once satisfied, the girthy guy slides out of her tight bottom and blasts a filthy load into her throat on Penthousegold.com.

10/28/2025 - Wild, Wild Women - Part 1

We see nothing in the this initial installment that would appear to take issue with the title of this November, 1997, Girls of Penthouse. We do find ourselves looking forward to more careful consideration in the subsequent parts, however.

10/27/2025 - Gallery - River Lynn: Sexy Sucking Secretary

10/27/2025 - River Lynn: Sexy Sucking Secretary

Bored secretary River Lynn has her eye on new office hunk Ryan Driller and can’t resist slipping him her number. When he bails on a work party, the buxom blonde bombshell shows up at his place in a tiny mini skirt, ready to scold him in the sexiest ways. Ryan is turned on by her little tantrum, and the two begin making out. Soon she's got his throbbing member in her mouth before she climbs aboard, bounces on it, and takes it from the back just like you can expect from a Penthousegold.com scene.

10/26/2025 - Demon Lover

For the third time that week, I’d come home late from work. I detected banging sounds from the basement that gave me pause. Tossing my keys on the coffee table, I went to the basement door and shouted for my husband.

There was another bang-bang-bang. Then a pause.

“Babe?” Brian called out.

“What are you doing?” I asked, slowly descending the rickety steps.

I turned the corner into the den that dominated our basement and froze.

“What the fuck?” I asked.

There were red drapes hanging from the wall and a few black ones scattered about. A mound of pillows was piled in the center of the room. I also spied a large book bound in what I assumed was fake leather, a large prop knife and a small smoke machine.

Brian stood there in jeans and a T-shirt. He was grinning at me with a hammer in one hand and a nail between his teeth.

“I was going to surprise you,” he said out of the side of his mouth.

“With what? Is it Halloween?” I joked, sitting down on the pile of pillows. “Have you missed me so much you’ve lost your mind?”

He sat down next to me and said, “I thought with all the overtime you’ve been doing, you might be stressed and could use a date.”

My body tingled, despite my fatigue.

“I’m listening,” I told him.

“A date with a theme.”

“And the theme is?”

“Demon lover,” he said, looking weirdly hopeful.

I almost laughed but then didn’t. Because who was I to say this wasn’t just what I needed? A little escape. A little play.

“Who?”

“Andrew.”

“When?”

“Saturday night.”

I grabbed his tee, pulled him close for a kiss and said, “So, I’ll be conjuring a love demon?”

His eyes sparkled with happiness as he said, “Exactly. See. You get me.”

We knew Andrew from the local Y. He had big biceps and an easy-going nature, but he was also as smart as hell. A nice combination. I’d fucked him before and always enjoyed it.

Andrew showed up a few minutes early for our date with a six-pack of cold hard ciders.

“Brian told me about this fantasy scene. Nice. We don’t normally do stuff like that,” Andrew said.

“I was inspired by my fantasy novels,” Brian said with a laugh.

“Any excuse to wear a caftan,” I said, raising a cider to my lips and taking a sip.

After a few minutes of chatting and drinking, I went up to change. The shirt he bought me was long and black and made of the softest fabric. The deep “V” that settled between my breasts showed off the ripe swells of my cleavage.

It was easy to imagine myself as a magical woman who could conjure a fantastic lay.

In the basement, the lights had been dimmed, and I could barely make out the form of my husband, who sat in the far corner in an easy chair.

I lit the gas fireplace, which wasn’t far from where he’d piled some pillows and blankets. There was a cast iron cauldron on the hearth. I smiled at that. He thought of everything. Inside was some liquid and nearby was a long wooden spoon. The knife was tainted with fake blood. There was an incantation printed on a slip of vellum.

I snagged it and felt my husband’s eyes on me. It made my pussy clench around nothing. Sudden wet arousal unfurled inside me, and I wanted one of them — either of them — to fuck me.

I raised the knife as if the blood was fresh and red, and recited the incantation: “Sacred wind, sacred rain. Moon who lights the night, bring me pleasure. Bring me touch. Bring me a demon lover.”

I dipped the knife in the liquid and swirled it. I felt a whoosh of air as Andrew appeared suddenly naked and glistening amid wisps of smoke.

My body surged with want. He was glowing like some underworld god, and his hair was swept back from his face. I could feel Brian in the corner — sensed his excitement, his rapt attention.

Andrew grabbed me and hauled me to him. His muscular body pressed close to mine. His kiss was fierce and eager. I fell into the fantasy, allowing it to overtake my rational mind.

His cock was long and hard, pressing against the top of my thigh. His teeth ran roughly along my shoulder and my neck. He gripped me tightly, grunting like an animal. I let loose a shivery sigh of pleasure.

Seconds later, he whisked away my caftan. He fell to his knees before my naked body amid the jumble of pillows. He held my parted thighs and planted his lips on my pussy.

My head fell back, and I pushed my hips forward greedily. His tongue painted molten streaks over my plump clitoris, and his fingers spread my outer pussy lips. Then he plunged a few digits into the heated core of my cunt.

I groaned eagerly and brought one hand to the back of his head. I let him lick me and suck on the tight knot of my clitoris as he fucked me with his fingers.

Those demonic digits curled inside me, nudging the most tender parts of me. I heard a soft exhalation come from the corner, and the sound pushed me up and over the crest. I came with my knees shaking.

Andrew stood. The dark stage makeup around his eyes made him look intense and dangerous.

He kicked aside some of the pillows, and I saw the hidden gem. Brian had laid down large slate tiles to form a stone flat. An altar if you will.

“You called me up. Now kneel before me,” Andrew said.

Goose bumps sprang up along my arms, and I got on my knees.

He played his hard cock along my lower lip, and I opened my mouth to let him push inside. He didn’t do it gently, but he advanced easily, surging past my lips and over my tongue.

He fucked my mouth, taking what he wanted. He did it just shy of the point of no return. I saw the pleasure and restraint written on his handsome face.

“On your back,” he demanded.

I lay down and spread my legs for him. I was a wanton woman eager for earthly pleasures from her supernatural stud.

He pushed his way between my thighs, nudging them open even wider. His hands slid beneath my bottom, angling my pelvis just right as his erection pressed to my drenched slit. Then he pushed into me. His body lurched forward as his cock filled me.

A rustling sound came from the corner. Perhaps Brian was shifting in his seat as he took it all in. I wondered if he was stroking his cock. Cupping his balls. Torturing himself by keeping his body at the razor’s edge. Not coming but needing to so badly.

“Yes!” I cried. “Fuck me! Take me!”

Andrew pistoned into me. His body was alight with the glow from the fireplace. His expression was intense as he concentrated on fucking me.

I shifted my body and gripped his shaft with my internal muscles. Squeezing my pussy around his driving cock, I rode the swelling waves of pleasure.

I imagined the scene from Brian’s point of view. A huge demonic man was taking me right there on an altar that he, himself, had built.

I writhed under Andrew, moving my body in concert with his. Flesh slapped flesh as we fucked like wild things.

A small orgasm slammed through me, making me shudder. My skin was slick with sweat, and I gripped Andrew’s biceps while ecstasy overwhelmed me.

He grunted, growled, and snarled. I shivered as he withdrew and manhandled me, turning me onto my hands and knees. I pushed back eagerly like a bitch in heat.

Andrew plunged back into me. His hands gripped my hips, squeezing me almost painfully. He thrust fast and hard, pounding into me. My knees ached from the hard slate. I shut my eyes, swaying with his movements as he held me tightly and repeatedly plunged into me.

I lowered my upper body, so that my shoulder rested on the slate and my cheek was pressed to the cool stone. My ass was still up in the air.

“Yeah, just like that,” he growled. His voice sounded deep and ominous. “Just like that. Bow for me. Supplicate yourself.”

I did, and he rode me hard. His thumb circled my asshole as he drove his cock into me. I wanted so much to come one more time. Just once more when he did.

He pushed his thumb into my rear, driving it deep as his cock stroked in and out of my snatch.

I’d fucked Andrew enough times to know that he was close to climaxing. I felt his body tense up, his rhythm quickened, and his breath came in harsh gasps.

“There, right there,” I cried as he pushed his thumb in just a little deeper.

Thrusting, rubbing, touching. He grunted, and I felt pleasure once again overtake me. My orgasm made me weak-kneed. The spasms hit me hard, and I shook from head to toe. Then he was coming, his body a riot of movement as he deposited his load inside me.

I fully splayed myself out, pressing my belly to the cool stone. Andrew disengaged and then his voice, a thundering rasp, commanded, “Come forth from the darkness and partake of my leftovers!”

I blinked and then heard it: Brian rising from the corner and shucking his clothes.

I rolled over, and he rushed toward me, a blur in the orange light. Then he was on me, sliding into me swiftly. Andrew stood over us, a wraith in the darkness.

My husband’s trim hips pumped as he fucked me, and I met him with my own motions. He was very close to coming, but I pushed him back with tented fingers.

He rested on his haunches. I sat up, knelt before him, and licked his long cock greedily. He tasted like heat, cotton and Andrew’s slick come.

I blew him slowly, giving my full attention to his needy member. I stroked my hand up and down his length as I sucked on his tip. I cupped his balls as firelight danced over us, and outside a crack of thunder boomed.

“Don’t come,” Andrew bellowed. “Don’t come anywhere but inside this wench.”

I thrilled at the words, the tone, the whole scene. Sure, it was a little silly, but it was somehow arousing.

I worked my husband until he was trembling intensely. Then I lay back, resting on my elbows, to watch him come and take me.

He pushed inside my cunt, his face wearing a mask of seriousness. He quickly found his rhythm. His lips settled on my breast, and he bit my nipple. When I clenched my muscles around his rod in response, he lost it.

Brian’s orgasm swept through him, and he filled my cunt with his cream.

“Wanton woman,” he whispered in my ear as he relaxed.

I smiled and said, “Yes.”

10/26/2025 - Gallery - Swingers Candee Licious & Olivia del Rio

10/26/2025 - Swingers Candee Licious & Olivia del Rio

Candee Licious and Olivia del Rio can’t resist turning their secluded pool villa into a playground for pleasure. While their well-hung men Jesus Reyes and Darrell Deeps head inside to check the place out, the luscious ladies linger poolside, oiling each other up and licking each other up and down with hungry kisses. By the time their hubbies return, the teasing turns into a full-blown fornication fest. Tune into Penthousegold.com to see the wet and wild swinging interracial shenanigans unfold.

10/25/2025 - Gallery - Sage Hunter All Day, Every Way

10/25/2025 - Sage Hunter All Day, Every Way

Codey Steele can’t keep his hands off his insanely hot inked-up wife, Sage Hunter. Morning starts with her bent over the bathroom counter, taking it deep from behind as the lusty couple watches their hot action in the mirror. But one round isn’t enough. This glamorous goddess longs for more. It’s nonstop passion from sunup to sundown on Penthousegold.com as the black haired beauty gets drilled in every one of her favorite positions, until her toned tummy glistens with his final filthy mark.

10/24/2025 - Wild and Wet - Part 2

A lot of party-goers in this second installment from the May, 1993, Girls of Penthouse, although “Wet” does not describe the revelry particularly accurately. That said, we see little to complain about, really.

10/23/2025 - Gallery - Linda Lan Bends for the Big Bulge

10/23/2025 - Linda Lan Bends for the Big Bulge

When Linda Lan answers the door in skin-tight spandex, trainer Vince Karter knows this workout won’t be about squats, unless she’s squatting on his massive member. As the bendy bombshell is in the middle of the stretching exercises, the stud's shorts can’t hide the big bulge coming from his righteous rod. The tattooed babe is quick to drop to her knees, swallowing him deep before being tossed on top to ride it hard. This is one sweaty session you will only see at the exclusive Penthouse gym.

10/22/2025 - Gallery - Jena LaRose Takes It Deep and Dirty

10/22/2025 - C Quinn Serenity

10/22/2025 - Jena LaRose Takes It Deep and Dirty

Bonafide seductress Jena LaRose knows how to make an entrance, sashaying down the stairs in provocative lingerie and sky-high stilettos that showcase the legs and apple bottom on this black-haired bombshell's body. The smokin’ hot babe oozes temptation, getting herself and everyone watching worked up and stiff with desire. Enter hung stud Victor Ray, who dives in to satisfy the tattooed sex kitten's cravings as she rides him deep, milks every inch, and sucks him dry on Penthousegold.com.

10/21/2025 - Biker Chicks - Extra

As an interesting note, it tends to be fairly easy to get guys to volunteer their bikes if they get to be up close to the lesbian shoot for the day. Things tend to go very smoothly on these days, because models do enjoy teasing the men. Consequently we generally end up with extra photos, like these from the May/June, 1999, Girls of Penthouse.

10/20/2025 - Gallery - Millie Morgan: Raunchie Roomies