Hustler Magazine Features

NEVER JUDGE A BOOK, OR A BORDELLO PATRON, BY THE COVER.

from Tails of the Bunny Ranch
in HUSTLER Magazine March 2010

This is the story of one of my really fun parties. Well, actually, all of my parties at the BunnyRanch are fun, but this one really stands out. (Pun intended, my friends.) This older gentleman, whom I’ll call Richard, came in, and he was kind of shy. Once we were back in my room, I told him to relax. Richard looked up at me and asked, “Is it okay if I’m not that big?”

“Sure,” I replied. “Size doesn’t matter at all around here. Let’s just have us some fun, okay?”

Richard smiled, then unzipped his pants and pulled out about the biggest cock I had ever seen. I mean, this thing was massive! Absolutely huge! It turned out he was into hose—and not the garden variety. You know, nylon stockings and pantyhose.

So I got out some of my favorites and started teasing that huge schlong of his. First I lightly dangled a single stocking over the shaft, then held both ends as I buffed his boner like a shoeshine girl.

But Richard wanted things a little rougher than that. Using a hodgepodge of nylons, I tied his arms and feet to the bedposts. Now that he was helpless, I knotted a stocking around his nuts and twisted the rest around the shaft of his cock just under the tip. Then, back and forth, I’d pull the knot tighter and let go for a few seconds.

Sometimes I’d pull the knot so tight and for so long, the helmet would turn a dark purple. Eventually I started teasing Richard’s dick with my swirling tongue. I didn’t realize how excited Richard was until I barely touched him with the tip of my tongue, and his dick just spat out a white rocket of cum that splashed all over my cheek. I looked up and could tell he was trying to hold back, but to no avail.

I loosened the stocking I’d wrapped around his cock, and Richard just exploded. Cum was flying everywhere, and the guy was groaning like he was dying. By the time he was through, my nylons were drenched. I’d never seen a guy shoot so much jizz. Richard must have been dehydrated for a week after that, but he left my room happy and satisfied. And he no longer seemed very shy.

- Cami Parker

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Since 1955 the Moonlite BunnyRanch has been servicing horndogs 24/7, 365 days a year. Under flamboyant owner Dennis Hof, the Carson City, Nevada, legal bordello has become internationally famous for its willing women and wild times.

To meet the girls yourself, visit BunnyRanch.com.

IT’S NEVER TOO LATE FOR A GUY TO SCORE.

from Tails of the Bunny Ranch
in HUSTLER Magazine February 2010

I had just finished getting ready to retire for the night—my last at Dennis Hof’s World Famous BunnyRanch before a three-week hiatus— when a familiar voice came over the intercom.

It was a fitting end to an extended stay that had been equal parts exhilarating and exhausting. There was the delicious threesome with attractive newlyweds from Texas, the romantic outdate to Lake Tahoe with a middle-aged man celebrating his divorce and the submissive Wall Street broker who wanted nothing more than to satiate me with his talented, relentless tongue.

So when an office assistant informed me that a gentleman had requested my presence in the parlor, I wasn’t sure my legs would stop quaking long enough to take me there. And if they did, what a sight I’d be: a walking snooze button wearing nothing more than a football jersey (thanks to old boyfriends, I have a huge collection), no makeup and a frazzled head of hair. Nonetheless, I slipped my aching feet into the nearest pair of heels, soldiered to the door and stumbled down the hallway.

A good-looking young man was standing at the bar, and when he saw me, a nervous smile pierced his lips. He was anything but deterred by my zombielike state. Rather, he explained, it conjured memories of sleepovers he’d had as a teenager. While playing video games in the den with a friend, his buddy’s older sister would emerge from her bedroom sleepy-eyed, scantily clad and undeniably fuckable, begging them to keep their voices down.

Now an Ivy League graduate who had spent his early 20s getting ahead, the gentleman said he wanted to make up for lost time. Sure, his friend’s flirtatious sister gave him a glorious handjob one day after school, and he advanced as far as third base in college. Any way you look at it, the guy was still a virgin.

An hour or so into his 25th birthday, that changed. First-timers awaken something primal in me, and I felt my inner thighs moisten as I led him by the hand to my spacious suite.

As soon as we stepped inside, I expertly freed the gentleman’s rigid shaft from his slacks. We kissed passionately, eyes locked, and his excited gasps made it clear that foreplay would have to become afterplay. I whirled, arched my back and hastily yanked my football jersey over my head, hearing a soft whimper as my latest virgin inserted his cock and felt a woman’s heavenly clasp for the first time. Five frantic thrusts later the birthday boy blew out his candle, venting a lifetime’s worth of sexual frustration inside me. Touchdown!

Thankfully, I wasn’t the only one who stayed up that night!

- Anna Suvari

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Since 1955 the Moonlite BunnyRanch has been servicing horndogs 24/7, 365 days a year. Under flamboyant owner Dennis Hof, the Carson City, Nevada, legal bordello has become internationally famous for its willing women and wild times.

To meet the girls yourself, visit BunnyRanch.com.

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WHO NEEDS A DOCTOR WHEN THERE’S A COMPASSIONATE CHICK IN THE HOUSE?

from Tails of the Bunny Ranch
in HUSTLER Magazine January 2010

Alot of gentlemen visit the BunnyRanch for pleasure or for sport, but others come in out of necessity. We certainly cater to the party boys, but we also bend over backward for the guys who really need the services provided here.

I recently had a former construction worker come to see me who’d been in a pretty bad accident and had been confined to a wheelchair for the past two years. I guess being disabled had been pretty rough on him. His wife had left him over it.

This poor gentleman hadn’t had sex since falling off a scaffold and didn’t even know if he could do it or not. So he came back to my room, and I helped him get undressed. Then once I got naked—boy, did his eyes light up—we did it as he sat in his wheelchair: over, under, sideways, down. Of course, he had the wheels locked, so we weren’t rolling all over the room, but you’d be surprised how many positions you can assume in one of those things. I know I was. He was too. But most important, he was really happy.

He didn’t think he’d ever be able to have sex again and was afraid to try to find out if that was really true. When he showed up in the parlor that night, he seemed really depressed. When he left an hour later, he was the happiest man in the world.

It made me feel good to know that I had made this guy feel a lot more confident about himself and a little better about life in general. Fucking a woman might not seem like such a big deal to most people, but those people don’t have to deal with physical adversity. For men unable to have sex, or who just think they can’t, getting laid is a big deal. So coming in here was a big step for that disabled construction worker. It was almost like therapy. Of course, I don’t think his insurance company would see it that way.

- Max

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Since 1955 the Moonlite BunnyRanch has been servicing horndogs 24/7, 365 days a year. Under flamboyant owner Dennis Hof, the Carson City, Nevada, legal bordello has become internationally famous for its willing women and wild times.

To meet the girls yourself, visit BunnyRanch.com.

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You may purchase the hard copy of the February 2010 Issue of HUSTLER Magazine (with free shipping) at HustlerMagazine.com. Comes with full length DVD and free shipping!

You may purchase a digital copy of the February 2010 Issue of HUSTLER Magazine at UnderCoverMags.com.

SATISFYING A CUSTOMER ISN’T ALWAYS A SNAP.

from Tails of the Bunny Ranch
in HUSTLER Magazine Holiday 2009

I’ve got a good story for you. I honestly don’t know what motivates some of these guys who visit the BunnyRanch.

I had this one gentleman come in for a party. I’ll call him Mr. X—since he was into extreme sex—and his thing was wanting to masturbate while I shoved something into his stomach.

I had a dildo, but as I quickly found out, that wasn’t good enough for Mr. X. I had to find a substitute. What the heck am I going to use? I wondered.

Then a little light went off in my head. I rushed off to the storeroom and got a mop. Back in my room, I used the handle to start jabbing Mr. X in the stomach while he lay on the floor and jerked himself off.

Mr. X kept asking me to poke him harder and harder. I didn’t want to hurt him, but since he seemed to have no threshold when it came to pain, I was really laying into the guy. I could see he was really getting excited, but he wasn’t getting off either.

All of a sudden, because I was jabbing him so hard, the mop handle broke. There I am with a piece of wood in my hand and a naked guy on the floor with his dick in his hand. What am I going to do now?! I thought. Then I had another idea. I headed back to the storeroom and grabbed a broom. It had a stronger handle.

I returned to Mr. X and started all over again. I was jabbing him in the stomach, and he was loving it. And then the broom handle broke!

I just figured, Fuck it! So I went and found an aluminum baseball bat. I started poking him over and over, just really leaning on the thing as hard as I could—right into his fat gut, just as hard as I could while he just kept wanking his cock.

However, no matter how hard I jabbed him, he wouldn’t come. I started to get mad. It was turning into a lot of work. I finally had enough of his bullshit, so I just leg-dropped him—full force, my knee right into his stomach. As soon as I did that, Mr. X grunted and came like a tidal wave. I couldn’t believe it. I knocked the wind right out of the poor guy, but he blew his load at the same time. He was lying there on the floor, gasping for air and totally drained, but he got what he’d paid for.

I was afraid that I might have really injured him, but Mr. X said he was okay. After catching his breath, he cleaned up and went home. Some guys just like it rough, I guess.

- Brooklyn Star

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Since 1955 the Moonlite BunnyRanch has been servicing horndogs 24/7, 365 days a year. Under flamboyant owner Dennis Hof, the Carson City, Nevada, legal bordello has become internationally famous for its willing women and wild times.

To meet the girls yourself, visit BunnyRanch.com.

A SEX TOY WITH TREADS?!

from Tails of the Bunny Ranch
in HUSTLER Magazine December 2009

I don’t know if this can exactly be considered a “BunnyRanch Tail” because it doesn’t involve a client at all. It involves one of my own athletic shoes—a Reebok, to be exact.

So how did it all it happen? Innocent enough, I guess. After I had stepped out of the shower one evening, I began looking for a pair of “sexy” shoes in the back of my closet. Still naked as a jaybird, I reached back, and all of a sudden I felt something slip into my pussy. It was one of my Reeboks. You know how the back part of the heel sort of has a grip on it? That part. And when that slipped in, it made the front part of the shoe pop up and smack my clit.

At first it caught me by surprise, and I sort of jumped back. And then I did it again. Just out of curiosity, you know. I started feeling kind of turned on, and after a few repeats I started feeling really turned on. Before I knew it, there I was on the floor of my closet, in my birthday suit, riding on one of my brand-new Reeboks and just fucking the hell out of the thing.

You should have heard the noises I was making. That shoe was better than any vibrator that I’ve ever used, and let me tell you, I’ve tried ’em all. I went at it so long and so hard that when I was done pleasuring myself, the logo was worn off. No kidding! Brand-new pair too. I don’t use those shoes for anything else but sex now. I mean, who would?

- Mika Tan

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Since 1955 the Moonlite BunnyRanch has been servicing horndogs 24/7, 365 days a year. Under flamboyant owner Dennis Hof, the Carson City, Nevada, legal bordello has become internationally famous for its willing women and wild times.

To meet the girls yourself, visit BunnyRanch.com.

“PLEASE TAKE MY WIFE!”

from Tails of the Bunny Ranch
in HUSTLER Magazine August 2009

About two weeks ago a young married couple came in and headed straight to the bar. We started talking, and it turned out that the woman (whom I’ll call Katey) wanted to try sex with another girl.

Partying with two girls is a pretty common fantasy for a man with a wife or girlfriend, but what usually happens is he’ll leave her at home and just come here and have some fun. Or maybe he’ll talk his lady into coming to the Ranch to party with a girl and later join in. Maybe he’ll just watch, getting himself off in the corner or whatever. But it’s not too common for a couple to come in, and only the girl wants to party.Well, that’s what this couple had in mind, and that was fine with me.

So I took Katey back to my room, and we both undressed. I was getting wet just looking at her. She had the most amazing, absolutely perfect body. Natural breasts. Really healthy. Just a beautiful, beautiful girl. Katey looked like she stepped right out of a fashion magazine or something. A really cute personality too.

I grabbed a bottle of massage oil and started massaging every inch of her awesome body. I did it really slowly. Katey’s skin was as smooth as silk. From head to toe, everything about her was an incredible turn-on. I was using my hands, my tongue, my fingertips, my nipples, my clit, every part of my body to rub her down.

I was paying special attention to her feet. Katey had the most beautiful toes I had ever seen. They were absolutely adorable. That took up about 30 minutes of the session right there. The two of us were totally worked up, so we started getting more into things.

I went down on the doll for a while after that, licking everywhere. Katey really seemed to enjoy that. She was trimmed real carefully. You could tell she took care of herself down there, and she was really clean. My tongue did little circles all around her lips and her clit, and I even licked around her asshole. She jerked around a little when I did that, like she was nervous, but I could tell she was digging it.

I grabbed the back of Katey’s knees, spread her legs as wide as I could and dove in. She was wiggling around and shoving herself up at my tongue, trying to get as much of it into her as she could. She was so wet that her juices were just dripping down and slicking up my face. But I was afraid that Katey might not be able to get off just from tongue-fucking her ass. It was important to me that she came, so I got out a vibrator. I started gliding it in and out of her pussy and rubbing it on her clit while I kept tonguing her asshole. She sure responded well to that.

Just when I thought Katey was going to come, she stopped me. “Can we try that?” she asked, pointing at the double dildo on my nightstand. I got the thing and lubed it up.

Just as I started sliding it into her pussy, she said, “No, not like that.” She lifted herself a little higher, and I slipped the dildo into her asshole and then into mine. So there we were, linked up ass-to-ass, and we started grinding against each other. I reached down and started rubbing her pussy, and she did the same to me. Man, we just went crazy on each other. I thought the bed was going to break. We both came all over each other. Katey and I collapsed when we finished and lay there for while.

When we returned to the bar, her husband was still sitting there. I know we had a lot more fun than he did—a lot more fun. I just wonder if Katey told him how wild our party got.

- Veronica Vavoon

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Since 1955 the Moonlite BunnyRanch has been servicing horndogs 24/7, 365 days a year.
Under flamboyant owner Dennis Hof, the Carson City, Nevada, legal bordello has become
internationally famous for its willing women and wild times.

To meet the girls yourself, visit BunnyRanch.com.

HOW MUCH WOULD YOU PAY TO DEFLOWER A SEXY WOMAN?

from Tails of the Bunny Ranch
in HUSTLER Magazine August 2009

Natalie Dylan, 22, will be making her first screw more than memorable. Teaming up with BunnyRanch proprietor Dennis Hof, the college grad launched an online auction to find a guy willing to spend a load of cash to take her virginity. As the bids soared to $3.7 million, Natalie spent some time filling us in on her venture.

HUSTLER: Are you really a virgin?
NATALIE DYLAN: Yes.

Why have you waited so long to go all the way?
I was in a relationship, and the guy and I thought we’d stay together forever, so why rush it? We were definitely sexually active, but we abstained from intercourse.

What led you to conduct an auction?
While doing research for my thesis, I came across an article about a Peruvian woman who wanted to put her virginity up for sale. I thought about it for a bit, then contacted Dennis Hof. We went onThe Howard Stern Show to announce the auction, and that’s how it began.

What are you going to do with the money?
I know it makes a better headline to say “Student Does This Because She Needs to Pay for College” rather than “Young Woman Sees This as a Business-Savvy Plan.” I have a job, and I make really good money. But with today’s economy, who wouldn’t want this type of money in the bank?

What do your parents think about your brainstorm?
They were taken aback. But when I mentioned all the research I’m conducting for a possible master’s degree, my mom saw merit in it.

Why do you think the bidding has gone so high?
It’s not because of me or because I’m a virgin. I think the media is creating so much hype that a lot of men want to be part of it.

Why has the auction lasted longer than planned?
This British paper posted a story full of lies. There was a huge second media wave. My in box gets flooded every day.

Does it matter what the winner looks like?
I’m not trying to meet a potential husband. I know it’s not the most feminine thing to say, but this is a business transaction.

What’s next?
A book proposal is being shopped. Some studios are talking about making a feature film about my story.

-Natalie

Bidding is closed at the time of this post

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Since 1955 the Moonlite BunnyRanch has been servicing horndogs 24/7, 365 days a year. Under flamboyant owner Dennis Hof, the Carson City, Nevada, legal bordello has become internationally famous for its willing women and wild times.

To meet the girls yourself, visit BunnyRanch.com.

“I F*CKED BROOKE TAYLOR!”

from Tails of the Bunny Ranch
in HUSTLER Magazine May 2009

I had just gotten out of a rocky six-year relationship, and my buddy was trying to get me laid. One day he called me up and asked,“Hey, bro, is it cool if I sign you up for this HUSTLER contest?” It was the win-a-date contest with Brooke Taylor. I’d seen her on TV and in the magazine. She’s hot. So I said, “Sure, whatever, dude.” I didn’t seriously think I’d win. I thought I’d just get a bunch of junk mail or something. Then a guy from HUSTLER called me up and said, “You won.” I was like, “Get the fuck out of here!”

They flew me out to Reno. I got picked up in a double- stretch limo and rode in style to a casino, where I met Brooke Taylor and BunnyRanch boss Dennis Hof for dinner. As we ate, drank wine and shot the shit, they were totally cordial and cool. We hit it off really well. Dennis was like, “Anything you want!” He told the waiters it was my birthday, and they brought out a cake. Brooke kept mentioning how she loves to suck cock. We took the limo back to the BunnyRanch. Before long I was wearing only a robe. After a few rounds of drinks, all the bunnies come out and took pictures with me. Dennis was like,“Do you smoke cigars?”And I said, “I do today!”

After that, Brooke took me back to her room. As soon as we got there, she went down on me, going at it like a champ. Then she wanted to get fucked, so I fucked her for a good long time. Brooke was amazing. She was really into it. You can tell when a chick is faking it, but she really was cool, made me feel totally chill. I even worked her with some vibrators and dildos. She finished me off with an awesome handjob, and it was all good. We bullshitted for a while afterward, no rush. We exchanged numbers. She said we should get together on her next trip to L.A. I flew home, and the following morning I got a text message from Brooke: “Hey, Sean, I had a great time with you. I’m glad you were the winner, and I hope you make it home safe.”

I want to thank HUSTLER Magazine and Larry Flynt for hooking me up. I had a fucking great time!

North Hollywood, California, denizen Sean Topham plays drums for Freakhouse and The Chimpz. Check out MySpace.com/SeanTopham, Freakhouse.com and TheChimpz.com.
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Since 1955 the Moonlite BunnyRanch has been servicing horndogs 24/7, 365 days a year. Under flamboyant owner Dennis Hof, the Carson City, Nevada, legal bordello has become internationally famous for its willing women and wild times.

To meet the girls yourself, visit BunnyRanch.com.

A HOTTIE AND HER MAN BECOME A BUNNY’S DELIGHT

from Tails of the Bunny Ranch
in HUSTLER Magazine July 2009

I want to tell you about one of the best parties I’ve ever hosted. It was actually with a couple. Amber (not her real name) was a hot little number, about 24, with blond hair and the cutest smile. Her boyfriend, Joe (another alias), looked to be in his early 50s but in just awesome shape. Their chemistry, even in the parlor, was just endearing.

They came by to have some fun with another girl. Wanting to do it in a safe environment and with someone who wouldn’t lead to some sort of jealousy issue, Amber and Joe came by the BunnyRanch. I’m sure glad they did.

We started out just doing a massage threeway. Even making out, Amber and Joe were just so sexy with each other! I liked that both partiers were rubbing me all over as they smooched. My nipples tingled, and my pussy was getting sopping wet.

It appeared they weren’t uptight about having another girl with them at all. Still, they were new to all this. While caressing my breasts, Amber asked, “Can I give Joe head?”

“That’s your man,” I told her. “You go for it, girl.”I thought it was so hot to see them reacting like that to one another.

I was really turned on even before Amber said, “Go ahead and fuck yourself!” And I was like, “Great,” because that’s what I wanted to do. I also wanted to do them both, but we’d agreed that I would mostly be a naked partner for the couple to look at and touch.

So as Amber went down on her boyfriend, I grabbed a dildo and went to town. Then the lovebirds started fucking while I continued fucking myself right beside them, imagining that I had the gray-haired hunk’s cock deep inside me.

From time to time they’d reach over and grab my boobs and massage them or massage the insides of my legs and my thighs. I had a string of orgasms, but the hottest thing for me was the chemistry between Amber and Joe. I especially loved how they kept telling each other to look at me while I played with myself. It was so fucking hot. I mean, it was a great party, but it was also a great memory. I’ll be masturbating to that one again and again.

—Audrey

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Since 1955 the Moonlite BunnyRanch has been servicing horndogs 24/7, 365 days a year. Under flamboyant owner Dennis Hof, the Carson City, Nevada, legal bordello has become internationally famous for its willing women and wild times.

To meet the girls yourself, visit BunnyRanch.com.

FREEBIE FOR A FIGHTING MAN

from Tails of the Bunny Ranch
in HUSTLER Magazine June 2009

As you might have heard, from time to time the world-famous Moonlite BunnyRanch offers free sex to any soldier returning from duty in the Iraq War. Recently a Marine, 21 years old, came in to party. As I’d soon find out, he was well-hung!

After the handsome young man picked me out of the lineup, we got to know each other a little better at the bar. (To keep his real name private, I’ll call him Danny.) We hadn’t even finished our drinks when Danny told me he was ready for action, and so was I.

We were all over each other before I could even close the door to my room. It was all sweating, panting, rough sex. Some of the best I’ve ever had. This guy had me just about turned inside out. It was just awesome!

At one point Danny threw me around and just plowed me from behind with his enormous cock. I was biting on the sheets to keep from screaming too loud. Then soldier boy slipped out of my pussy and gently thrust his dick into my ass.

As he fucked me harder and harder, he reached around and began rubbing circles on my clit. It felt like my head was going to explode. I could feel his spike pulsing inside me with each stroke. Then he flipped me over on my back and pulled out. Danny straddled over me and started jerking his glistening boner right in front of my face, and all I could do was diddle my pussy, open my mouth and wait for what he was going to drop. With my other hand I was busy pinching my nipples.

The Marine’s face twisted up as his breathing quickened, and he climaxed fast and hard, spurting hot blasts of cum into my mouth. But his aim was off a little because I was moving, and some of his load caught my cheeks and chin, forehead and eyelids. Some even dribbled down onto my titties. I was a mess when Danny finished, but I didn’t care. I licked whatever jizz I could reach with my tongue. I cleaned him up too. It was just so freaking hot.

Since I still hadn’t gotten off, I propped myself up on some pillows and spread my legs and just rubbed myself until I popped like never before. Man, that was about the nastiest, wildest sex I’d ever had in my life!

So, you see, prostitution is a business, but it’s not always about the money.

— Bunny Love

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Since 1955 the Moonlite BunnyRanch has been servicing horndogs 24/7, 365 days a year. Under flamboyant owner Dennis Hof, the Carson City, Nevada, legal bordello has become internationally famous for its willing women and wild times.

To meet the girls yourself, visit BunnyRanch.com.