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12/14/2025 - A Taste Of Savannah

The fluorescent bulbs hummed overhead, casting a sterile light on the supermarket aisles. I pushed a cart laden with groceries, my mind a million miles away. I was daydreaming about my coworker Savannah, with her blonde hair, bodacious boobs and blue eyes that sparkled like sapphires.

We usually worked opposite shifts at the market—me in the mornings, her in the evenings. Our paths rarely crossed, except for the occasional hurried “hello” in the break room. But every time I saw her, my cock would stiffen. Not to sound like a stalker, but sometimes I’d linger after my shift. I’d watch her from afar, mesmerized by the way she moved and how her tits threatened to bust out of her snug-fitting tops.

That day, I was mindlessly stocking shelves when a hand gently touched my arm. Startled, I jumped and turned to see Savannah standing there.

“You seem deep in thought,” she said, her musical voice a seductive melody.

I was tongue-tied and stammered, “Oh, uh, yeah. I was just thinking about … things.”

She flashed me a smile that made my knees go weak before replying, “Things, huh? What kind of things?”

I shrugged, feeling heat rising from my neck to my cheeks as my prick pulsed in my pants. I babbled, “Just life, you know? Work, the weather.”

She laughed and said, “You’re such a terrible liar.”

I felt my cheeks burn hotter as I insisted, “I’m not lying.”

“Sure, you’re not,” she teased. “But I think I know what you’re really thinking about.”

Adrenaline shot through me, and my cock grew fully hard in a flash.

I asked, “What do you think I’m thinking about?”

She leaned closer, so close, in fact, that I could smell her shampoo-scented hair and whispered, “Me.”

My heart was pounding like a drum. I wanted to say something witty, something clever, but words seemed to have deserted me.

Finally, I managed to utter, “You think so?”

“Uh-huh,” she said with a nod. “I do. And I think that I might be thinking about you, too.”

A wave of relief washed over me, which was followed by an exhilarating surge of joy—and a dizzying wave of arousal. Forcing myself to appear blasé, I asked her out. In no time, we set up a movie date.

After we caught the latest superhero blockbuster, Savannah invited me back to her place. She had a huge seaside apartment in a pricey part of town. I found myself silently wondering how she could afford such a place on a cashier’s salary. But she volunteered that her fancy digs were a gift from her wealthy grandmother, who wanted her to have a nice place to live while she finished up her graduate degree. Savannah said she’d taken the supermarket job just to have some mad money—but admitted she liked working there because she enjoyed talking to our customers.

I refrained from saying it must be nice to have rich relatives. I wasn’t so fortunate, but being smart and driven, I knew there were great things in store for me in the long term. But in the short term, I hoped Savannah was part of my future. Hopefully, my naked future.

We stood on her vast balcony admiring the view. Savannah sidled up beside me until our arms were nearly touching. Then she turned toward me, and beneath a clear night sky full of stars, we kissed for the first time.

Savannah had instigated our lip-lock, and I was glad she wasn’t shy about taking the lead. We soon found ourselves lost in our mutual embrace. The cool night air was a stark contrast to the heat radiating off of our aroused bodies. The full moon cast us and the beach below in a magical light.

My hands explored Savannah’s generous curves, briefly lingering on her hips before moving up to cup her breasts. My thumbs brushed against her hardened nipples through her dress, eliciting a soft moan from her. Savannah also allowed her hands to roam. She let her fingers dance down my chest, caressing my pecs and abs before sliding down to the bulge in my shorts. She gripped my stiffening dick through my clothing, and I groaned in pleasure.

We luxuriated in long, lingering kisses. Our tongues danced, exploring each other’s mouths. I enjoyed the faint taste of Savannah’s cherry lip balm as our kiss deepened further. Our lips parted wider as we frenched, our breathing growing increasingly ragged.

Savannah’s curious fingers deftly unbuttoned my shirt and pushed it off my shoulders. Her eyes drank in the sight of my bare chest, her fingers tracing the trail of hair leading down to the waistband of my cargo shorts. I reached around, unzipping Savannah’s sundress. Her unfastened garment fell to the floor, leaving her in just her underwear and sandals.

I took in the cock-stiffening sight of my coworker’s nearly naked body. I reached behind her to caress her ass cheeks through her panties. But Savannah wasn’t idle. She unzipped my shorts and shoved them down along with my boxers. My dick sprang free, hard, and ready for her.

Savannah wrapped her hand around my cock, stroking me slowly. I moaned, my hands once again seeking out her boobs. I pinched her nipples through her skimpy bra, and she gasped delightedly. Her fist moved faster, her strokes becoming more urgent and demanding.

Savannah moved backward, perching herself on a nearby lounge chair and urging me to lean against the railing. As I gazed at her in lustful amazement, she parted her pillowy lips and hoovered my johnson into her talented mouth. Her lips formed a tight ring around my rod as she sank down to my root. She bobbed her head as her tongue slithered against my shaft. She clutched my thighs for leverage as I threaded my fingers in her blonde mane and surrendered to the exquisite sensations she caused.

But before the situation got out of hand, I urged her backward and yanked off her panties. As the waves crashed against the shore below, I spread her legs, revealing her glistening pussy to the starlit night. With a growl of desire, I dove between her thighs and nuzzled her slit.

I lapped up and down her juicy furrow, stopping to paint whorls against her clit. Savannah squealed excitedly, pumping her hips and mashing her pussy against my face. Her copious fluids were flowing so freely, I felt as if I were nearly drowning in her honey.

But what a way to go! I thought.

Savannah was chanting dirty endearments as she egged me on, and I wanted nothing more than to rock her world and make her come harder than she ever had before. I buzz-sawed her button with my tongue, feeling her thighs quivering against my face. No matter how much she bucked and jerked, I kept myself on target.

I clutched her thighs, digging my fingertips into her pliant flesh. Some guys may like hardbodies, but I’m a sucker for a soft girl with curves—and Savannah was just my type.

I continued lavishing her clit with fast flicks of my tongue, then slipped a hand down to her pussy. I worked one, then two fingers into her syrupy snatch. She moaned so sweetly when I penetrated her, and I rhythmically pumped my digits in and out of her clutching cunt.

Savannah’s cries increased in volume as her pleasure peaked, and before long, she shouted climactically toward the sky. I continued lapping at her cunt until her voice faded into soft sighs of satisfaction.

I straightened up somewhat, kneeling on the chair between Savannah’s spread legs. I gazed down at her shiny slit and heaving boobs, barely contained by her bra. She was breathing heavily but was by no means done. She still had a passionate fire burning in her eyes that no amount of orgasmic pleasure could extinguish.

Savannah crooked a finger at me, and that was all the invitation I needed. I covered her body with mine and aimed my erection at her cunt. I sank into her heavenly wetness, plunging my prick to the root in one swift thrust. She cried out, her nails digging into my shoulders. I pumped my hips slowly but gradually picked up the speed of my thrusts. Savannah’s moans filled the night air, mingling with the sounds of the crashing waves.

Judging by the look on Savannah’s face, each thrust of my cock sent ripples of pleasure cascading throughout her body. She wrapped her legs around me, pulling me even closer as I pounded her. Our bodies moved in sync; our passion fueled by the primal rhythm of the night.

“More, Ralph. Give me more!” she cried out.

I obliged, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back into her, my balls slapping against her ass with each powerful thrust. The chair creaked beneath us, adding to our erotic cacophony. The cool sea air grazed my heated skin, heightening my senses and intensifying my pleasure.

Savannah’s body moved in perfect harmony with mine, her hips rising to meet each of my downward strokes. She seemed to be overwhelmed by the sensation of being filled with cock. She made me feel like a total stud.

With a final thrust, I emptied myself into her, my dick pulsating as I released my hot load deep inside her snatch. Savannah’s climax hit at nearly the same time, her pussy clenching around me and milking out every last drop of my cream.

I collapsed on top of her as we both struggled to catch our breath. Our first date had surpassed all of my expectations, but it also awakened my hunger for more of her.

Now that I’d gotten a taste of Savannah, I didn’t think I’d ever be the same. All I knew was that pleasure would be on the menu whenever we got together. I hoped that would be a frequent occurrence and told her so. Savannah confessed that she felt the same way and wanted me to fuck her in every hole she had!

I’m not one to disappoint a lady, much less one as fine as Savannah. So, you can be rest assured, I intend to fulfill her wish!

12/14/2025 - Nurse Nicole Murkovski on Double Duty

Naughty Penthouse nurse Nicole Murkovski is on duty, and she’s got exactly what the doctor ordered to treat Alex Romero and David Perry’s “ailments.” When the fiery redhead bends over to grab some examination supplies, Romero spots a tiny white thong peeking out from underneath her uniform and can’t resist tossing the cutie onto the desk for a hard dose from behind. Dirty Doctor Perry clocks in and joins the fun, and the horny nurse happily takes every inch of both studs on the exam table.

12/14/2025 - Gallery - Nurse Nicole Murkovski on Double Duty

12/13/2025 - Sarah Vandella & Jillian Janson Dive In

Brunette babe Jillian Janson has never been with a woman, but her curiosity finally takes over, and Sarah Vandella is the perfect beauty to explore with. Blonde bombshell Sarah has been with women before, though it’s been a while, and she’s eager to dive back in. Slipping away at the house party into a private bedroom, the two Penthouse stunners slowly peel each other out of their cute dresses to reveal tiny lingerie, savoring every reveal as their long-held fantasies turn into reality.

12/13/2025 - Gallery - Sarah Vandella & Jillian Janson Dive In

12/12/2025 - Secret Lives, Secret Desires

Jenteal, Carrie Weaver, Rebecca Lord and Jacqueline Lovell are four beautiful girls from all over the world who've come together in NYC to make an erotic film and take a big juicy bite out of the Big Apple. Get to know these Penthouse babes intimately in this vintage throwback production also featuring the girls' boy toys David Grillo, Les Bryan and Christian Bayer. Join the kinky group as they make out and explore each other on deserted rooftops, lofts, and boats throughout the city.

12/12/2025 - Three-Card Mama and The Philadelphia Kid - Extra 2

Not all friendly poker games are the same, as even more of Sara and Lydia teach us, this education from the Sep/Oct, 1999, Girls of Penthouse. Looks like everybody got a bit flush.

12/11/2025 - Desiree Dulce Needs Five-Star Service

Naughty Penthouse brunette Desiree Dulce is on a work trip desperate to unwind, and hunky bellboy Goldey is the one to deliver the “five star service" she needs. After soaking in a bubble bath, the voluptuous vixen slips into black kinky lingerie and orders room service. When the ebony stud shows up with the strawberries she ordered, he quickly realizes what the real request is. Soon she’s riding his massive manhood in all her favorite positions and moaning so loud that it echoes down the hall.

12/11/2025 - Gallery - Desiree Dulce Needs Five-Star Service

12/10/2025 - Shalina Devine Demos Her Power Move

Blonde Penthouse bombshell Shalina Devine briefs associates Alex Romero and David Perry on her very persuasive way of closing deals, and it’s nothing you'd see in any business textbook. This gorgeous boss babe proves seduction is her power move, slipping out of a mini-skirt and tight top to reveal barely-there lingerie. The meeting turns hands-on fast as she demonstrates her method from every angle, riding both men hard before finishing the negotiation with their loads on her waiting lips.

12/10/2025 - Gallery - Shalina Devine Demos Her Power Move

12/09/2025 - Return of Janine

Not many performers reach the level of having an entire magazine devoted to them as did Janine with this Nov/Dec, 2004, Girls of Penthouse. Upon reflection and the passing of time, we decided, “Yeah. We get that.”.

12/08/2025 - December 2025 Pet Striptease

Sofia Silk, our Penthouse Pet of the Month for December 2025, turns the poolside into her own private playground. The long black haired seductress shows off every sinful curve as she strips out of a tiny red mini skirt and tight tube top that barely contain her irresistible figure. Ogle her fine form in a string bikini and racy black lingerie that offer a tempting glimpse of that smooth Filipina skin and mound, with each pose making her the ultimate exotic fantasy you'll never forget.

12/08/2025 - Gallery - December 2025 Pet Striptease

12/07/2025 - Action Implied

Our detour into kink was sparked by a movie. I can’t even remember what it was called. You’d think I would. But it was that flick which left Dennis dubbing me the “Spank Whore.” The name made me blush, but I wasn’t going to argue — unless I wanted a spanking.

We were sitting side by side on the sofa watching that terrible movie when a rather intense argument scene came on the screen. Mind you, the action was supposed to be taking place ages ago. Back when men could spank their women as punishment — and not the fun kind.

In the movie, the fuming husband had gone there. He’d been furious and had turned his wife over his lap and given her some hearty smacks on her heart-shaped bottom.

Then there came that moment in the movie in which the characters both realized a simple domestic punishment had become something more.

Something erotic.

I looked at Dennis, who was looking at me. I realized I hadn’t drawn in a proper breath since that palpable emotional shift in the film.

I was practically panting.

Onscreen, the hotheaded hero flipped over his woman, pushed up her dress and slid his cock into her — or so the action implied.

The movie was R-rated, so we didn’t see anything graphic. But that didn’t matter. At that point, I was coming apart at the seams.

“Oh God,” I whispered.

Dennis grabbed my wrist, tugged me toward him and positioned me belly-down on his lap. He ran his hand up the back of my thigh. His stroke was gentle, temporarily lulling me. The second after his palm reached my ass, he raised his hand so quickly that I felt the shift in the air. Then the blow landed, deliciously rocking my body.

I groaned helplessly.

He did it again and again — and my groans continued, rising in volume and pitch.

Dennis spanked me over my pajama pants until I was wriggling on his lap like a fish on a hook. Through my motions, I was basically begging him to fuck me.

But Dennis wasn’t done swatting me.

He tugged down my thin pajama pants. I wore no panties beneath them, so his next swift, solid spanks were to the bare skin of my defenseless bottom.

I yelped.

The final one stung. I squinted my eyes shut so tightly that I prompted colors in the darkness behind my lids.

My body was still interpreting the physical sensations and my mind processing the buzzing endorphins flooding my system when Dennis flipped me onto my back on the cushions. Breathless and eager, he yanked down his sweatpants and kicked them off. Then he was on me. He shoved my knees high and jammed his cock into me as his hulking body settled over me.

Our fuck was brutally hot. He slid his hands beneath me and clutched my ass tightly as he reamed me. Every intense thrust crushed the air out of my lungs. But that didn’t bother me because I was too locked in on my pleasure.

His fingers dug into the tender skin of my ass. The thumping heat in my cheeks was a ghost of pain from the sudden spanking. The spearing pleasure of him thrilled my hungry pussy. I clenched my muscles around his rod as he pushed me closer to orgasm. I cried out when my climax slammed through me like a runaway train.

Seconds later, Dennis shuddered over me, and I felt the hot, wet proof of his bliss as he filled my cunt with cream.

He kissed me and said, “I guess this is a new thing.”

I smiled shyly and nodded. I was surprised by the intensity of our reaction, but I also knew there was no turning back for us.

I made it less than a week before I instigated another kinky encounter. The movie scene had played over and over in my head while I was doing mundane things. Then that memory bled into our spanking scenario on the sofa, making me unbelievably horny.

One Friday night, I decided on the way home from work that I’d be getting a spanking that evening. The idea that I might have to provoke Dennis made me squirm in my seat.

As I pulled up in the driveway at home, I whispered under my breath, “Here we go.”

I found my husband inside, looking grumpy, which I thought would bode well for my naughty plan.

I didn’t want to torture my husband. But I thought I’d be helping both of us if I leveraged his annoyance to quickly get us to the good stuff.

“How was your day?” he grumbled, sounding as if he didn’t really care as he sorted a large stack of mail.

“OK,” I said, turning and knocking the letters to the floor. With one casual move, I’d ruined his neatly organized piles. “Oh, so sorry,” I said, pretending it was an accident.

He groaned, and we both leaned over to gather up the papers. His bad mood was palpable, but he was holding it in.

“What’s for dinner?” he asked, trying to change the subject.

“Nothing. I don’t want to cook.”

We were trying to save money, so we’d been eating in a lot.

“Fine, I’ll cook,” he said, sounding exasperated. “What do you want?”

I named a fancy restaurant, which we only went to on special occasions.

“Too expensive,” he immediately replied.

“You asked what I wanted,” I said in my most bratty voice.

“Let’s try this again. What do you want me to make you?”

His mouth was set in a tight line as he stared at me.

It was wrong. So wrong. But our bitchy back-and-forth was making my pussy wet. The flutter of badness thrilled me, and the need for release fueled me.

“Nothing. You asked what I wanted. That’s what I want.”

He sighed and said, “I know but — ”

I shook my head and turned away as I said, “Then I’m not hungry.”

“Fuck!” he barked a bit too loudly. “Can you just work with me here?”

“No.” I shook my head. I looked in his direction, my gaze holding as much of a challenge as my voice had.

That’s when I saw the light bulb go on over his head.

He grabbed my arm and pulled me toward him. Before I could even prepare myself, his hand came swinging down and landed on the seat of my skirt. But the smack was muffled by my clothing.

Dennis must’ve noticed that, too, because he led me to the sofa, sat down and settled me over his lap.

I struggled in his grip, and it wasn’t an act. The whole scenario had triggered my fight-or-flight response. Though I very much wanted this, my poor body wasn’t sure what to do.

However, the struggle made it all the better.

He flipped up my skirt, tugged down my panties and laid down a series of furious blows on my bare bottom. I felt the skin grow hot, then even hotter. The resulting tenderness was almost unbearable.

I wriggled on his lap with every blow, the hot pain searing me. But I also felt pleasure unfurling deep inside my pussy. My body moved of its own accord until I was unapologetically humping his lap.

“Oh, no, no,” he said, pushing his forearm down across the backs of my thighs to still me. “Bad girls don’t get good feelings until I say so.”

With his other hand, he proceeded to keep spanking me. My punishment for provoking him was apparently not done.

I gasped, cried, and bucked, suddenly unsure of my life choices. With the way I was pinned, I couldn’t get the right motion to stimulate my clit. I wailed in frustration and Dennis — well, Dennis laughed at me.

“How does it feel to be pushed a bit too far?” he asked.

I shook my head in response.

He delivered another blow, and I cried out again. The frustration mingled with pain, making me crack. He could tell I was done. He flipped me over and cradled me in his arms.

“All done,” he said softly. “Your punishment is all over.”

But even as he soothed me, he slid his hand into my blouse and played with my nipple through my bra. The small nub of flesh stood at attention, and every tweak elicited waves of ecstasy. Next, he slid his fingers down my torso, over the skirt bunched around my waist and down to my bare pussy. He played with the sparse hair covering my mound. When I was on the verge of losing my mind, he drove his fingers inside my sopping cunt. I once again wailed, uttering a string of profanities as his digits dove deeper. But he wasn’t just pumping his fingers in and out of my pussy. He also had his thumb wedged against my clitoris. As he finger-fucked me, he manipulated my button in the perfect way, pushing my body toward release.

He worked me like that until I was practically vibrating. My breathing was short and sharp like I’d just finished sprinting.

He caught me by surprise when he pushed me off his lap. I tumbled onto the carpet, facing him as I landed on my knees. He pointed to his belt buckle — and the bulge below it.

“Take care of this. No reward until you earn it,” he said.

I was hit by a rush of adrenaline. My desire was so intense I felt like I might swoon. I leaned forward, unfastened his belt and pants, and pulled his cock free. I slid my lips down his hard shaft as far as I could go. I sucked him and licked him, doing anything I could to earn his approval and get my reward.

I wanted Dennis to fuck me. I needed Dennis to fuck me.

I lavished his shaft with oral attention until his face told me he was losing his battle with pride. His stoic expression transformed into one of desperation, and the sight thrilled me.

He impatiently tugged on my hair to lift my head and said, “Straddle my lap, you naughty girl.”

I obeyed, letting him position his cockhead against my drenched hole. I impaled myself on his spike, rested my hands on his shoulders and bounced softly on his cock. I enjoyed the feeling of his dick going deep into my cunt.

He wrapped his arms around me. My head fell back, and he planted a kiss on my neck. He followed that with a bite that made my cunt ache.

I rode him slowly, but Dennis soon grew tired of the soft loveliness of me being in control. He pushed me back and positioned me facedown to do me doggy-style. I kept my upper body splayed in submission on the cushions as he moved in behind me. He hauled me up by the hips and slammed into me.

Every time he drove his dick forward; he simultaneously tugged me back. It was an insane game of push and pull. I fully surrendered, letting him move and manipulate me. My pleasure and need were one swirling mass of emotions as I climaxed.

Dennis gave me a series of hard, fast smacks on my ass. Another small orgasm burst free from the tail end of the previous one. My body shuddered and rhythmically gripped his thrusting cock. He came with a deep animalistic sound that made me want him to fuck me all over again.

“Goddamn,” he sighed.

Goddamn, indeed!

The following week, my husband was outside getting ready to grill. For most of the day, I’d been thinking about his hand connecting with my rump.

I watched him scrub the grill, prep it, and light the gas. The prepared meat was on a platter, and I knew our meal would have his attention for a while.

I kept busy preparing a salad and our dessert — angel food cake with strawberries.

We were having an in-house date night, and we were both dressed for it. He was clad in his nicest pink polo and khaki shorts as if we were going to our favorite riverside café. My hair was down, my cleavage dusted with shiny bronzer and my lips painted a luscious plum color. I wore sandals and a short red dress, but beneath my frock, I was utterly bare.

Eventually, he came in carrying a covered tray of grilled meat and said, “Those just need to rest a bit before we can dig in.”

I looked over my shoulder, flashed him a smile, and said, “OK, baby.”

But in my mind, I was wondering how to get myself another spanking.

My intuitive husband must have read my mind because he said, “I think you need to be punished.”

“What?” I blurted out.

There I was trying to conjure a scenario, and he’d already done the work for me.

“That dress is awfully short,” he said, his voice colored with mock disapproval. I tried to stutter a response — and failed. “We have neighbors, you know, and you’re walking around in that dress. It’s so short you’re nearly flashing your ass with every step.”

I had no words. I was utterly caught off guard by his patter. But I was so into his scenario, my pussy had gone instantly slick.

“I’m sorry,” I managed to say.

“It’s one thing to tease me. It’s another to flaunt your rear for others to see. Are you trying to upset me?”

“No!”

I knew he didn’t really care how short the dress was. I’d worn it many times. It was one of his favorites. But he was so committed to our drama that his tone and his gaze were enough to trigger my body’s internal signals.

I felt a slice of fear, which was seasoned with a hefty sprinkle of arousal.

“Put your hands on the counter,” he demanded. “Now!”

I put my palms on the counter and stood there facing the sink like a bad child being scolded.

He moved in close behind me. His fingers fluttered the hem of my dress just enough for me to feel the breeze on the backs of my bare thighs.

When I fidgeted nervously, Dennis leaned in close and said against my ear, “Stay still.”

I had to force myself to obey. He ran his finger along my hem again. This time, I whimpered but didn’t flinch.

He slid his hand up under my dress and squeezed my ass cheek before saying, “Your attitude — and your stance — both need an adjustment.”

He grabbed my hips and tugged, forcing me to take a step back. Then he moved my legs further apart farther by knocking them with his foot.

He pulled up the hem of my dress and tucked it out of the way, so my entire ass was exposed.

“That’s better,” he murmured before suddenly striking me.

The first blow rocked me, and my hips shot forward.

I mewled, shutting my eyes and immediately opening them. Even in the dark, there was nowhere to hide.

He landed another blow. Then another. Then the next. Each one stung like fire. In the beat between each of those blows, I felt fire raging beneath my skin.

“Such a bad girl. A shameless little slut. Showing off. Mocking me. Forcing me to do this,” he muttered.

I hung my head. My hanging hair hid my face as he delivered the next few blows. Then he was crowding in close behind me. His hand snaked around my middle and down to my pussy. His flexing fingers breached me, testing my wetness and my willingness.

“Please,” I begged.

“Shh.”

“Please!” I insisted.

Seconds later, I heard the rasp of his zipper opening and the sound of his shorts hitting the floor. Then he slid his dick into me briskly from behind. He drove into me so fast he almost lifted my heels off the floor. I gripped the edge of the sink to keep my balance as he began to move. He pumped his hips and fucked me repeatedly.

“Touch your clit,” he commanded.

I dragged my fingers downward to do as instructed while he continued pounding me with a beastly grunt. He was more animal than man in that moment, and my arousal was nearly overwhelming. I pinched my clit, then rubbed it briskly because I could tell how incredibly close he was to coming.

Every thrust was accented with another grunt. Every breath sent a rush of hot air over the back of my neck.

Dennis rested his hand between my shoulder blades and pushed, forcing my upper body a bit lower. I swayed on my feet, rocking in time with his movements.

The friction was delicious. Every time he entered me my pleasure increased. It spiraled higher and higher as I touched myself.

“Don’t you dare come without permission,” he growled.

I nodded crazily and promised to hold myself back until he gave the word.

He went rigid behind me, and I felt the rush of his jizz filling me. Dennis withdrew and turned me to face him. My dress fell down, but he lifted it over my head a moment later. Then he hiked me up so that my ass was barely perched on the counter. He dipped a finger into my pussy and spread his come around my clitoris.

“Now rub again,” he said.

I did as he demanded, letting his come lube my way.

Never breaking eye contact with me, he slid two fingers inside my cunt and fucked me that way. In and out, in and out, eased by his own fluids.

I continued rubbing my clit as he finger-fucked me. Not letting up, he leaned and bit my left nipple hard enough to make me gasp. He licked it to soothe the sting and then went to the other side. He nipped me hard enough that I gasped again.

His fingers kept moving in me as my fingers whirled over my clit.

He kissed me roughly, and then rasped, “You can come now, you filthy girl.”

Shuddering on the kitchen counter, I climaxed wildly with his fingers in my cunt — and his handprints on my ass.

12/07/2025 - Lucy Mendez Conducts Backdoor Business

Lucy Mendez, Lorenzo Viota, and Darrell Deeps are conducting some shady business in Russia and after the vixen counts her money, she wants these men to pay up - in other ways. The kinky cutie proposes that both men satisfy her raunchy desires and she strips down to her lingerie to reveal her toned tattooed body. Watch as the two men admire every inch of her and pull their manhood out of their pants and double stuff both of her naughty little holes in this sexy and salacious Penthouse production.

12/07/2025 - Gallery - Lucy Mendez Conducts Backdoor Business

12/06/2025 - Gallery - Selina Imai's Steamy Summer Sublet

12/06/2025 - Selina Imai's Steamy Summer Sublet

Penthouse model Selina Imai returns home from college for summer break and meets her new landlord, Charles Dera, to learn about the house rules and sort out the rent which this blonde college cutie can’t quite afford. But instead of paying in cash, they strike a private deal and agree that the all-natural nympho will give her older landlord nightly massages. Their first “session” gets hot when Charles goes down to taste her smooth mound then flips the coed over so she can really prove her worth.

12/05/2025 - Jezebelle and Friends

Vintage Penthouse stars Jezebelle Bond, Nikita, Hannah Harper, Kelle Marie, Spring, and Sunny Leone turn up the heat in a sultry throwback compilation where retro glamour meets pure fantasy. Each segment is a dreamy celebration of feminine allure, sensual touch, and irresistible chemistry. Watch these icons pose and play across seductive themed sets, each catering to a different desire. And don’t miss the finale, unforgettable steamy girl-on-girl moments you’ll only find on PenthouseGold.com.

12/05/2025 - Silver Moon - Extra

The Jan/Feb, 2004, Girls of Penthouse turned out to be an excellent place to show more of Philip Mond accomplishing a lot of impact with limited sets. Then again, accessories do tend to really make the home.

12/04/2025 - Gallery - Penelope Woods Soaked And Serviced

12/04/2025 - Penelope Woods Soaked And Serviced

The beautiful Latina Penelope Woods is the hotel's maintenance technician. Today she received a report of a problem with the shower in room 69, where she found a Black man in the shower in a somewhat embarrassing situation. She resolved it by acting naturally, getting herself completely wet and verifying that the shower was working perfectly. Both she and the guest celebrated this in style. See it here at www.penthousegold.com.

12/03/2025 - Rebel Rhyder's Hot Day With Heavy Play

Nothing beats a lazy summer afternoon by the pool - sun, snacks, and a little self-indulgence. Kinky blonde Penthouse bombshell Rebel Rhyder lounges in the heat, teasing herself with her favorite toy when Darrell Deeps strolls in, offering a “massage”, and she ditches the toy for something more satisfying. The maintenance man, Littlemaly, also can’t resist joining the action, and with two strapping studs at her disposal, Rebel turns a quiet pool day into pure paradise…just the way she likes it.