Pamela Zinszer

By: GlobeTwo

Chapter 5,

Two stacks of papers covered the publisher’s desk; in one pile were contracts and blueprints and photographs documenting the chaos of the renovation of the Mansion he had just bought in Los Angeles and in the other pile were the proofs for a luscious new playmate’s centerfold.

Pamela Zinszer gazed up at him and her lips were pursed in a kewpie doll kiss that he could imagine caressing over his cock and her breast, firm and lush, seemed to quiver in anticipation of his eager mouth.

“What do you think?”

“Lovely,” he muttered, licking his lips as he admired the eighteen year old Miss March’s deliciously curvaceous body.

“You think that plumbing fixtures that don’t match are lovely?” Barbie Benton scolded petulantly. She rolled blue prints out so they covered the lovely photos of the succulent playmate. “I think you need to fly out there and talk to the architect and the contractors.”

“But I don’t like travelling.” The publisher sucked on his pipe, wondering what good it was to rule over a vast publishing and media empire when he allowed himself to be henpecked by a young girl. Well, she did give great blow jobs. “And my birthday…” He let his voice trail off.

“It’s not a national holiday so you’ll just have to deal with it. I want you in LA. Now.”

The publisher’s disgruntled face disappeared into a cloud of smoke.

Pamela smoothed the sexy black nightie over her hips. She had been so excited when she bought it at a sex shop in downtown LA. The lingerie was sheer black silk with lace over her large, pretty breasts going down into a deep "V" past her belly button. The lace teased her sensitive nipples making them jut out. The hem of the flouncy skirt just barely covered her irresistible rounded ass. She wanted to pull the hem down but it bounced right back up.

Looking at the clock, she knew that Mr. Hefner would be arriving soon. A glance around the room showed the perfect setting for her birthday surprise. The candles were lit, the music was on, the lights were dimmed; with no furniture except a couch the room still looked cozy with massive pillows stacked all around, and best of all the renovation crews were all off  for the weekend.

Nervously giddy, she sat on the couch listening to the music and waited for the sound of the publisher's car.

The publisher shoved the pile of blueprints off his lap; the driver had handed them to him at the airport. “Miss Benton want you to have these.” Ugh!

He watched LA traffic crawl along; he was glad he had been talked into buying the Mansion and he had plans for making it a Disneyland for sex. But he wanted the whole renovation thing over. He wanted to BE there, not traveling there. He thought back to his beloved Chicago Mansion. He knew that Barbie Benton had to be planning something for his birthday. Every year since they had been together, she had made his birthday special by throwing a surprise party, or arranging a tryst with one or more playmates, one of the few times she didn’t get jealous of his pleasure with the beauties gracing the centerfold of his magazine. She had been acting so secretive all week that he knew she was planning something really big. He grew moderately suspicious when she sent him off by himself to check on the renovations at the Playboy Mansion West. He tried to tell himself he didn’t mind either; he’d have the party when he got back.

Today was his birthday, though, and he was determined to enjoy himself. On his way out of the Chicago Mansion he had pulled the correspondence file for a little girl named Debra Peterson; she’d been writing to Playboy for years and begging to be a playmate. Well, today maybe she would get an audition. Whistling, he relaxed as the limo inched slowly through the LA traffic.

He thumbed through Debra’s file, deciding to use the car phone to call her. Suddenly things didn’t look so good; no phone number in the letters and the return address was a PO box. He tossed away the folder and let smoke from his pipe blot out the LA smog.

Pamela heard the car door slam and the publisher stomping up to the front door. She stood up quickly and struck what she hoped was a sexy pose.

The publisher was annoyed that no architects and contractors were there to meet him. He looked around at the chaos of half-completed renovations and shook his head ruefully. Then he saw the ribbon leading up the stairs.

His smile was lecherous and excited. At last, matters were improving. The ribbon led him up to a bedroom; this was getting promising. He looked into the dimly lit room and drew in a breath when he saw the luscious playmate standing, posed for him. She looked breathtaking! Her long, soft brown hair cascaded in waves around her shoulders, her body outlined by the soft blackness of her silk nightie. She wore a garter and matching stockings with trampy high-heeled shoes. Her eyes sparkled with mischief. The publisher felt his cock spring to life. He shut the door behind him.

"Well, this is certainly a nice welcome," he said. He smiled at his beautiful Miss March She had the sexy body of a lecherous old man’s dream of a cheerleader but with even more voluptuousness to it. Her breasts were round and full and creamy, her tummy flat and smooth and her ass was incredible. Rounded, firm but definitely a handful. He loved a plump ass. He saw the flouncy little skirt of the nightie barely covering her gorgeous ass cheeks. His cock twitched in his pants.

"Yes, sir," she said meekly. Walking to him a little wobbly on the high heels, she reached him and wrapped her arms around him giving him a big hug. "I’m your birthday present and I hope you like…I mean the present…that’s me. I’m the present…I guess I’m not really the present, because… you know…’cause people can’t, um, own people. But still I guess I’m your present ‘cause you know, you can do it…everything and all. You know, do me. For your, um, birthday?" The young girl looked cute as she became flustered over her birthday speech. She suddenly gave up on her hopelessly tangled recitation and squeezed him tighter, asking with girlish optimism, “Do you like your present?” She rubbed her body against him, placing her hand on his hard-on and feeling the rigid length of the shaft. "Mmm, I guess you do."

He looked around the room and saw all the preparations she had made. "You've been busy. "

Snuggling into the publisher's arms, she said, "The crew helped. Everybody wanted to make a nice party for you. But I’m the only one here now?" She frowned, lost in another meandering perambulation of her brain. “I guess they figured you wanted to be alone when you ball me. Except for me. I have to be here so you can do me. Unless you wanted them here? To watch or something. Or maybe you get off watching them ball me? But no matter what, you have to do me. A lot. Like all weekend? If you want to. Miss Benton said you can do anything you want. Do you want a blow job first?” She scrunched up her cute face, “Or do you want the crew back so they can watch?”

Smiling broadly, the publisher leaned down and gave the nubile young playmate a big kiss. He proceeded to kiss her forehead, eyes, cheeks and finally her mouth while holding her face between his big hands. “Everything is very nice the way it is; you’ll make a fine birthday present.”

He pushed her up against the wall and pressed his hard cock against her soft, warm body. His tongue began to lash her lips, diving into her mouth, claiming her.

Soft whimpers escaped Pamela as the publisher kissed her. She melted every time his big hands held her face as his mouth devoured her. She slid her leg up his until it was hitched around him and pressed her pussy against him. She was so hot and wet she left a wet spot on his pants where she rubbed against him.

The publisher felt the heat of his little minx playmate and firmly grabbed her ass and pulled her roughly against him, grinding his hard cock within his pants against her heated box. "I think Barbie made an excellent selection for this year," he panted. Humping her, he felt his balls swell and cock get harder. He kissed her hard and pinned her against the wall, his mouth seeking her hardened nipples. Biting them through the lace, he licked and sucked on them.

Pamela moaned feeling his cock, covered by his pants, humping her pussy. She hadn't worn any panties and the downy curls of her bush were soft and warm. The material rubbing so hard on her felt abrasive. She loved it. "Oh yes, Mr. H!" She called out when his teeth bit into her nipples. She arched her back off the wall, offering her breasts to the publisher. "Oh yeah, please sir, bite and suck my nipples!"

The publisher's hand found his playmate's pussy and he caressed the moist dewy curls there before fingering her clit. He kept sucking and fingering until the helpless girl’s pussy was dripping and she was sagging against the wall, her legs barely able to hold her up. He loved getting his playmates weak and needy. He bit her nipple again, hearing her moan and buried two fingers into her tight little cunt. He pulled his fingers out slowly and pushed them back in watching Miss March's sexy face. “Miss Benton said anything?” he asked portentously.

Pamela whimpered and said, "Oh yes, sir, I’m yours for the whole weekend, I'll do anything you want. Anything at all. Oooooh, that feels gooood!” She writhed over his hand, seeking her own pleasures. Oooooooh, happy birthday!" She squealed as his fingers stroked her clit again.

The publisher continued to finger his birthday present, pressing her up against the wall, as he thought about her words. His cock leapt in his pants at the thought of pleasuring his beautiful playmate's sexy body.

“Sir,” she panted helplessly, “Miss…Benton…oh Sir! That feels so good…ooooh, Sir…Miss Benton…she said….oooooh….she said to tell you…you can be really dirty, Sir, really dirty and wicked.”

The publisher leaned over and whispered hotly in her ear, "I'm going to fuck your ass." He wanted to see what her reaction would be to make sure he was going in the right direction with his birthday present.

He could tell his birthday present liked it a little rough, not enough to really hurt her, but she liked him taking control and overpowering her. He felt her pussy drench his hand at his words. He smiled. "I'm going to make you feel real good." His own words were making him tense with lust for his playmate's ass, his cock was jerking, twitching, ready to plunge into his playmate's plump and luscious derriere.

Pamela heard his words and shivered, her body responding to him as he continued to finger her. She spread her legs wider in response, humping his fingers coated with her juices. She loved the way her pussy felt, so soft and warm. His fingers played over her sex, massaging, teasing and then rubbing her clit back and forth just right. She moaned loudly. "Please, sir, I can't stand up anymore!" she exclaimed.

Laughing, the publisher picked his playmate up and carried her to the pillows Chuckling he said, "Did Miss Benton tell you about this?"

“Oh yes sir. She told me all about this.” Her face scrunched up again. “She said that she wanted you to come in every orifice of my body. Well she said ‘your body’ meaning me, you know? Not your body. I guess you can’t come in your own orifices? It’s hard to say that word. Orifices. It’s like a tongue twister.” Her luscious breasts jiggled under the nightie as she blathered on, letting the publisher lead her to her fate. “I looked up ‘orifice’ and it meant like hole or slit and stuff. I mean, I guess it’s ok that you come in my, you know, my pussy ‘cause that’s like a slit and all? And I want you to come in my mouth and guess what?” She looked so innocently sexy as she prattled on, her eyes wide with excitement, her nipples poking through the nightie. “An orifice is a maw too and I looked up that word and a mouth can be a maw! Isn’t that great?” she giggled. “But an orifice is a hole too, right, and I guess when you do me in my, you know, my tushy? That’s a hole. But do you really have to come in my ears and up my nose and all? Orifice is a hard word.”

He laid her back on the pillows and pulled her nightie down so her breasts were exposed. She had nice breasts, with puffy areola around long hard nipples. He wanted to suck on them for hours. Her pussy was slick and shiny with juices but he devoted all his lust to her breasts. He pressed and kneaded them, pinching the nipples and vibrating them back and forth in his fingers. He watched his cute playmate close her eyes and moan, her head moving side-to-side. He bent over and licked each nipple, sucking, nipping at it until they were tight and full.

Pamela moaned. She loved being a birthday present. He knew just what to do but could still surprise her. She gasped as his teeth scraped across her nipple. "Oh sir," she said over and over.

Hearing his birthday present so aroused made the man crazy. One hand stroking his playmate's body, he undressed quickly with the other hand. He lay down beside her and pulled her into an embrace, his cock poking at her leg.

Pamela felt his warm, naked body against her. She felt his hard cock against her leg. Her hands rubbed his back up and down and then gently squeezed his ass. She wanted to please him so much and wanted him so much. She breathed him in, smelling his expensive cologne and even the aroma of his pipe tobacco still lingering. She loved the smell of masculinity; it was an aphrodisiac. She flung a leg over him and moved around until her pussy was resting on his thigh. Moaning, kissing him, she rubbed her slick pussy up and down on his leg, her clit ready to burst.

The publisher let out a shaky moan when he felt his playmate's hot little pussy rubbing his leg. He knew she could come like this and kept up a steady pressure. He kissed her hard and kissed her soft, licking her lips and tonguing her mouth, sucking her earlobes, and fondling her breasts, pinching her nipples. Her gasping getting louder, he knew she was about to explode. "Come for me, Pamela. Come on," he said urgently. He put his hands on her pumping hips, gripping her and guiding her frenzied rubbing.

Pamela felt the publisher's hands on her hips, gripping her, helping her and knew she would orgasm quickly. Trying to hold the feeling a little longer, she finally screamed letting the waves claim her. "Oh yes, sir, god yes! Ughn! Nnnn," she purred as she came.

The publisher's cock felt ready to explode. He loved the sound his birthday present made as she came. Sexy, wanton, sweet, uninhibited. He stroked his sex spent playmate, her body sweaty and hot. "Mm, Pamela that was very very good; you’re being a good girl." He felt her dewy bush  still rubbing him softly. The smooth lips of her sex sliding on his now drenched thigh. Disentangling himself from his horny playmate, he lay her back in the pillows and spread her legs.

"What are you doing, sir?" She asked but willingly exposed herself to him.

He took off her shoes and slipped her stockings off. He rubbed his hands up his playmate's smooth legs. "You’re going to be a good little girl for me aren’t you Pamela?" He bent down and sucked her toes, laving each toe with his tongue.

She purred in response.

Licking his way up her leg, he began kissing and licking all around his playmate's puffy, wet pussy lips. Smelling her scent, he didn't hold back and opened his mouth wide, trying to taste her hot little box all at one time. His tongue found her love button and lashed it.

Pamela cried out and tried to jerk away. She was so tender after an orgasm. But the publisher held her firm and lashed her swollen clit without mercy. She felt another climax welling up; her muscles tightened. Lifting her hips off the floor, pressing her pussy against the publisher's devouring mouth, her body tensed as the orgasm rippled over her belly and down her legs to her toes. "Oh god, sir, that was sooooo good!" she cried.

The publisher felt his playmate's juices drench his face when she came. Her pussy was slick with her nectar. Taking a finger, he got it wet with her juices and rubbed it up and down her slit. Then he slid it lower and teased around her little rosy tender spot. The forbidden fruit. He felt her go still but she didn't protest so he continued.

“You’re a good girl Pamela; I’m glad I made you a playmate. You’re going to be a good girl now.”

“Are you going to come in my orifices now?” she asked tentatively, cutely fumbling over the big word.

He answered with a knowing smile. Keeping his finger well lubed with her juices; he circled the rim of his birthday present’s special spot until he felt her relax.

Pamela knew what the publisher wanted to do. When she felt his finger touch her bottom she tried to relax. It was hard to do. She just couldn't believe that anything up her ass could feel good. But even so, she still felt like it was dirty, nasty. Still, she was determined to give this to the publisher for his birthday.

Slowly, deliberately he arranged her soft, trembling body; he took her shapely legs and rested them on his shoulders so he could see her breasts jiggle as she quivered with arousal. He jammed a pillow under her lower back so her bottom was readily available to his probing hands.

Shakily, she let out breath. She tried to think of something else, but couldn't ignore the insistent tingles coming from around her bottom as the publisher fingered her there.

Feeling the luscious girl relax just a little, the publisher pushed one finger just barely inside her. The tight hole seemed so hot around his finger. His cock jerked and began vibrate. "Pamela, get on all fours for me," he demanded of his cute, reluctant playmate. He was all the more excited because Barbie had arranged for this girl to be doing this for him. He helped his birthday present lay on her tummy and put some pillows under her hips so her ass was jutting up, round and sassy right in his face. Now her sweet and scrumptious derriere was right where he could get to it without any trouble. Her swollen, puffy pussy lips were a pretty sight, soft and warm and moist.

He bent over and ran his finger along the outside rim of her tiny little treasure, delicately at first. Then he probed gently into her, testing the tightness gently.

Pamela gasped as the publisher's finger pushed into her bottom. She trembled at the feeling of the hot, wet muscle forcing its way into her. Surprised, she found that it felt good.

The publisher was getting hotter and more turned on by his adoring playmate reluctantly offering her bottom to him. Hearing his birthday present moaning softly encouraged him. He dipped a finger into her wet pussy and then pressed it into her ass up to the first knuckle. She felt her muscle tighten convulsively around his finger and relax, then he pushed it in some more. He kept licking all around his finger and the puckers of her bottom as he pushed it in further. Her moaning was music to him; his cock was drooling in anticipation.

When his finger was all the way inside her softness, he gently began to work it in and out. Watching his finger disappear into his playmate's treasure made him tremble with desire. "Pamela, can you feel this?" he asked hoarsely. "Do you like this?" He waited breathlessly praying she didn't say no.

Pamela closed her eyes, feeling his thick finger in her bottom, fucking it. She was surprised at how good it felt. Different from anything else. She was moaning softly almost constantly now and had to think to answer the publisher. "Mm, it kind of hurts and tickles all at once, you know?"

"Do you want me to stop?" the publisher asked, pulling his finger out a little and then pushing it back into the forbidden treasure.

Pamela moaned, pushing her ass back towards his invading finger, wanting to feel more. "No please, don't stop!" She said.

Smiling, the publisher said, "You are such a good birthday present!" His finger fucked her a few more times. Then he pulled all the way out. Wetting another finger, he prepared to push two fingers into his playmate's treasure. He watched the tight bud twitching, clenching in front of him and licked it. His warm tongue pushed up inside his playmate again, straining to taste her.

Pamela groaned, feeling the publisher's finger up her inside her most tender spot. It felt so fucking good, she thought. How can he do it though? Then she felt him put his fingers against her asshole, pushing. She knew he was using more than one finger and felt frightened. But as she felt both fingers slip into her treasure but it didn't hurt; it just felt really tight and good. Wiggling her ass, she helped him push them all the way deep inside.

Breathing heavy, the publisher licked dry lips and said; "You like this don't you Pamela. You like my fingers in your ass." He heard her moan and didn't really expect an answer. Gently, he massaged the inside of her tight spot, rubbing the walls and stretching them. He felt her tight sphincter relaxing little by little until he could pump his two thick fingers in and out of her ass without any problem. He kept finger fucking his beautiful playmate's ass and with the other hand, he began to taunt her pussy. Her clit was swollen, ripe as a berry, and he stroked, patted and rubbed it until he heard his playmate's telltale signs of coming.

"Oh yes, sir! God don't stop, do it just like that, it's…" She broke off as an impressive orgasm ripped over her body, her asshole clenched down on his fingers so hard he nearly came too. Once again, her warm pussy juice coated his fingers and trickled down her thighs.

Whimpering softly, his playmate lay spent. He slowly pulled his fingers out of her and licked her pussy. She was so plaint and relaxed now that he knew she was ready. Kneeling behind his luscious playmate, her plump round ass just begging to be fucked, he gripped both her cheeks and spread them apart. He positioned the head of his cock right at the entrance to her tight sweetness.

"Ready Pamela? Will you be good now?" he grunted out.

“Sir? Should I do it now?” she asked meekly.

“Of course Pamela,” he said chuckling; he expected her to push back onto his shaft but instead…

“Happy birthday to you,” she sang breathlessly ala Marilyn Monroe.

The head of his cock pressed against her. “Happy birthday, to you,” she sang with the phrases punctuated by the thrust of his cock against her.

He felt her tense up but kept pressing harder until the tip of his glistening cock was inside her. Groaning, the publisher concentrated on this his cockhead invading his birthday present’s bottom. He had lubed her up pretty well, but his cock was still dry, and the friction of him forcing his way into that tight orifice was maddening. His seed coated the tip a little and he was able to push inside her tenderness. “Happy birthday, Mr. H…” Watching the tip of his cock disappear into her plump and round bottom was almost as good as doing it.

Pamela felt the publisher’s cock ready to fuck her. She concentrated for a moment but didn't feel any pain as he entered her softness. She scrunched her face and concentrated on her mission. “Happy birthday to you.” Once again, she was surprised at how good it felt. All of a sudden, she wanted him to fuck her ass hard. She wanted his big cock inside her tight bottom, stretching her, filling her. She felt ready to explode just thinking about it. She had this incredible urge to push her bottom back, impaling herself with the publisher's cock.

“Mr. H! Please fuck me; fuck me hard, I want to be your best birthday present ever. Please. Do it! Just do it!" she screamed out, wanting it so bad it made her beg.

He chuckled, pushing into her a bit more, the head of his cock now embedded in his playmate's bottom. He watched the head disappear and moaned. In a meek and breathy voice she started singing once more, “Happy birthday to you…” This time she sang slowly, grunting and panting and even biting her lip as she winced with pleasure and pain. “…Happy birthday to, ooooooo, you…”

With just a little more pushing, he felt the head drive into even tighter depths. Feeling the way clear, he shoved his cock all the way up her, his balls slapping her pussy. The little tight hole stretched wide, taking his whole cock eagerly.

"You’re a good girl, so sweet. So tight.”  The publisher grunted. He wanted so bad to slam fuck his playmate's ass but knew to take it easy for a while. He pulled out slowly until just the tip of his cock was inside her, then slammed home again. The incredible sight of his dick fucking his playmate's asshole had him sweating with tension.

"Happy birthday Mister…oh fuck… Fuck it hard!" Pamela yelled out. She pushed her ass hard against him, really getting into it. It felt so good, she couldn't even think straight. All she wanted was his cock fucking her juicy derriere, coming inside her. Every time he pushed into her, a wave of pleasure shot through her body.

The publisher finally couldn't wait any longer. He began ramming steadily into his birthday present, the heat surrounding his dick so intense, the muscles so tight on him that he was almost in a conflagration of pleasure. He tried to hold off but it just felt so fucking good he couldn't. Reaching underneath the eager young girl, he pulled her up toward him with the palm of his hand on her clit. He felt her hard, wet little clit sliding on his hand, her tight treasure gripping and sucking at his cock, and everything went red as he let loose a stream of thick, hot seed deep into her. Bellowing like a bull, he pumped two, three, four times then shoved his cock deep, letting himself fill her.

Pamela felt his cock plunge harder and faster into her tightness; the pleasure was exquisite. When his hand palmed her clit she nearly screamed from senseless ecstasy. The feel of his cock blasting like a fireman’s hose did it. She came screaming over and over, the pleasure so intense she could barely remain conscious.

Pamela and the birthday boy both collapsed in a heap. His cock was slowly shrinking inside her. Curling up spoon fashion, he tried to keep his cock in her as long as he could. She bumped her bottom against him, helping. He embraced her, holding her breasts in his hands. Hugging her to him. "Pamela, that was the best birthday present I have ever had," he whispered softly in her ear.

Smiling, Pamela replied, "And it's only Friday night, we have all weekend."

The publisher grinned, feeling his cock getting hard again, still lodged in the nubile and luscious playmate's plump bottom. He then remembered that this playmate had said she would do anything he wanted, all weekend long. Chuckling, he remembered some of his other fantasies.

Once again she started in on her husky rendition of the classic song. “Happy birthday to you…” It never sounded so good.

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