Letters to Penthouse XXXII (22 page)

When he tired of that game he climbed up on the bed and straddled my body. Then he pressed my breasts together and slipped
his cock back and forth a few times in the tunnel formed by my cleavage. Jealous, my pussy gushed incessantly as my husband
fucked my tits, and I still wanted to beg for more. Blindfolded as I was, I couldn’t even beseech him with my eyes—all I could
do was thrash my head from side to side and hope that I wouldn’t have to wait much longer to feel his dick in my cunt.

After a few more thrusts that left a wet trail of precome on my chest, Kevin pulled away and moved down until he was kneeling
between my thighs. He positioned himself carefully, with his ankles hooked over the bar spreading my legs, and then he guided
his cockhead between my pussy lips until it was prodding my gaping hole. I gasped as he pressed in a little bit, and then
I sighed as he drew back out. I moaned around my gag as he repeated this incredible action a few more times. I tried bucking
my hips upward in an
attempt to capture him in my cunt, but he moved out of my reach.

Patience, I told myself, knowing that he would eventually give me what I needed. The next time he slipped between my lips,
I felt his cock pulse a couple times and then suddenly, with a mighty thrust, he filled me with the length that remained.
The bed shook as he began fucking me for real, his cock stabbing in and out of my cunt with lightning-fast speed. I tightened
my muscles around his shaft because I know he likes me to be as tight as possible, though I would have been even tighter if
I could have wrapped my legs around his waist. Still, he grunted at the added pleasure, which made me happy because I would
have done anything for the man I love, especially considering the pleasure he was giving me at that very moment.

That’s when my pussy began to tingle, a signal that I was about to come. I groaned loudly around the ball gag to let my husband
know, and he continued filling my cunt with his pistoning dick as his balls slapped against my ass. I let go a second later,
my entire body shaking as the waves of my orgasm flowed from my cunt to my fingers, my toes, and even the top of my head.

Kevin’s movements now got faster and harder, his cock driving into me at a dizzying speed. He swore under his breath with
each thrust and gasped for air, so I knew it wouldn’t be long. Suddenly, his body went stiff and I felt his hot cream shooting
deep into my
core. This lasted for about a minute and then his body slumped onto mine, which of course, was still bound tight.

After regaining his breath, he undid my bonds, starting with the blindfold so that I could watch him work. After he had unbuckled
my gag, he leaned over and kissed me, and he also kissed my wrists and ankles where the straps had bound my flesh. When I
was completely unbound, I received yet another surprise: A bottle of champagne had been chilling outside the door, and then
Kevin presented me with a diamond bracelet. I loved my gift, though it was totally unnecessary; having a husband who loves
me enough to plan such a wonderful night of bondage is more than enough for me.

—Ms. Melinda K., Great Neck, New York
     

Recently, I became stranded due to a snowstorm while on a business trip out west. At first, I was upset about the delay, but
then I figured I’d enjoy an extra night at the hotel, courtesy of the company. I’d worked hard and deserved to relax, so I
reserved my room for another night and settled in at the bar. As I was getting comfortable, I glanced around the room. There
was a tall, gorgeous woman sitting alone across from me.
She was stunning, with long blonde hair, cat’s-eye glasses, and a sleek, low-cut black dress. I looked at her and she smiled
at me, then beckoned me over to her table.

We sat and talked, flirting while we ate dinner and the snow flurried outside. It didn’t take long for Erica to respond to
my obvious advances, our hands creeping up each other’s thighs under the table. No one else was around and I kissed her. She
brought her hand to the back of my neck, stroking her long nails against my skin. I let out a moan from the rush of arousal
that contact gave me. We paid our bill, hurrying upstairs to continue exploring each other’s bodies. Soon we were on the couch
in her suite, kissing passionately, my hands roaming over her breasts.

Then things started to change. We were still kissing, but instead of having me lie on top of her, Erica pushed me down and
straddled me. Then her hands found their way to my arms and held me down. I was shocked to discover that I loved the feeling
of having her weight resting upon me so much that I was unable to move. I looked up at her and noticed a gleam in her eyes
that hadn’t been there earlier. It told me, along with her warm, wet pussy pulsating through her panties, that she was enjoying
being in charge as much as I was enjoying being at her mercy.

“Dominate me,” I said, and she growled in response, pressing down on my arms even more.

“Stay right there,” she commanded, then came back
moments later wielding a silky scarf. “Take off your shirt,” she said, starting to pull it up roughly. The change in her attitude,
from slinky and seductive to stern and bossy, had my cock aching. I helped her get me out of the shirt, then brought my wrists
above my head before she could even ask. She leaned over, thrusting her breasts into my face as she fastened the soft scarf
around my wrists. My tongue automatically darted out to lick her erect nipple, but no sooner had I made contact than she finished
tying the knot, moved aside, and tapped my cheek with her hand. “You’ll taste my nipples when I tell you and not a moment
sooner, do you understand?”

Suddenly, Erica seemed taller, fiercer, and hotter. “If you want something in your mouth, taste this,” she said, shoving her
fingers inside her panties, rubbing them around for a minute, then jamming her pussy-flavored digits inside my mouth. Her
nectar tasted wonderful and I moaned while my tongue pressed firmly against her fingertips. I stretched, my wrists writhing
against the knots that held firm, not allowing me to escape. I was at her mercy, utterly helpless as I impatiently waited
for her to unzip my pants and reveal my erection. I sucked fiercely on her fingers, drawing them deep into my mouth, hoping
to make her just as aroused as I was.

It seemed to be working, because soon she removed her fingers and began doing a striptease right in front of me. All I could
do was thrust my hips upward and
wait for her to take pity on me. I knew she could see my erection pressing firmly up against my zipper. When she was completely
naked, she began shaking her ass right next to me so that her butt cheeks brushed against my face. She smiled that same wicked
smile, then finally leaned over and carefully unzipped me. She clearly approved of my cock, eagerly wrapping her fingers around
my hardness and stroking my dick a few times.

Then Erica took off her panties and massaged my cock and balls with the silky material. She teased me, the sensation somewhere
between tickling and arousing, and then she slipped on another surprise—a cockring! She slid the small toy around the base
of my dick, then fastened it snugly. I moaned, knowing that she was going to use my dick for as long as she wanted. She gave
the panties one last lap around my cock, then shoved them into my mouth. I lay on the couch with my wrists bound, mouth gagged
with her panties, while my cock strained against the cockring. I was in absolute sexual ecstasy.

Erica stood above me, balancing herself with her hands against the wall as I looked up at her slick, bare pussy lips. She
positioned her sex right above my face and began playing with herself, stroking her fingers along her wet slit. “Look at you,
tied up and absolutely helpless. You’re not such a big, strong man anymore, are you? I could walk away and leave you here,
or call my best friend and have her come and lick my pussy
right in front of you, and there’d be nothing you could do.” As she talked, I stared up at her, watching her fingers plunge
inside her pussy and wishing my cock could follow them.

As she got more animated, telling me what a bad boy I was and how she couldn’t trust me so she had to tie me up to keep me
out of trouble, she was getting so aroused that her pussy juice began to drip down on me. I thrust my tongue against the panties
stuck in my mouth, wishing I could taste her delicious liquid. I arched upward, opening and releasing my fingers while my
wrists stayed firmly bound. I liked struggling, knowing that until she declared me free, I was truly at her mercy. As her
juices dripped down onto me, I looked up at her, silently begging her to give my cock what it wanted most. With a final thrust,
she shuddered against her wet fingers, then positioned herself over my cock.

She rubbed her cunt’s slick hole along my hardness, teasing me with her wetness. Then, the wait was finally over. She grabbed
the base of my cock, eased the cockring off, and slid down my pole. With my wrists immobilized and her panties still jammed
between my lips, all my energy was focused on my hard cock and the amazing sensations she provoked. She was so wet, her first
orgasm only serving to spur her on to a second one, and her juices kept dripping down onto my balls. I could smell her musky,
spicy scent, her perfume filling the air. I did my best to slam my cock deep inside
her, but she was still in control. She pushed her breasts together, making a tempting visual of her two nipples pushed right
up against each other.

I moaned, the sound escaping around my panty gag, longing to suck on her hard buds. Instead of letting me, she squeezed them
tight between her fingers, then released them. I could feel her pussy spasm with each twist of her nubs, and that tightness
soon carried me over into orgasm. I gave one final upward thrust and then came, shooting my come up into her pussy while she
pinched her nipples until she also had another orgasm.

As a final treat, she removed the panties, placing the wet fabric in my hands, and then she let me lick her pussy clean. When
she untied me, I rubbed my wrists, already missing the feel of the scarf chafing my skin.

I can’t control the weather, and by the next morning, the snow had cleared enough for me to get home. I’d gone from lamenting
the fact that I had to stay the night, to being sad to leave Erica. The good news is, sometimes she has to travel for business,
too, and she might be headed my way soon. She even gave me the scarf to take home as a souvenir. “Keep it handy for when I
come to visit,” she told me. I fondled the scarf all the way home, and now I am anxiously awaiting the next time I can submit
to Erica’s demands.

—Mr. Jack N., Boston, Massachusetts
     

If it were up to me, my boyfriend, Jacob, would spank me every day. Even twice a day would make my ass happy. I love to be
bent over the bed or lying across his lap while he warms my butt cheeks until they’re bright red and radiating heat. But while
Jacob likes to spank me, he prefers that spankings be a special activity in our household, reserved only for weekends or particular
occasions like birthdays.

I’ve accepted this, but I’m always trying to push the envelope and get Jacob to spank me anyway. Today, I got home early and
whipped up his favorite meal, setting our rarely used dining-room table with our best linens before laying out rare steaks
and a bowl of mashed potatoes. When he opened the door, the smells of his favorite foods hit him. “Hey, baby. What are we
celebrating?”

I giggled and smiled at him as I put the finishing touches on the chocolate mousse before setting it in the fridge. I dimmed
the lights and, after he changed into more comfortable clothes, led my hunk of a boyfriend to the table. While he feasted,
I merely picked at my meal, practically bursting at the seams for what I knew would come later. Jacob worries that if he spanks
me every night, we’ll somehow get bored with it. Maybe he’s right, but if I go a few days without a good, solid, bare-skin
spanking, I start to feel incredibly
horny. I watched Jacob eat, already picturing how I wanted to be positioned when he finally laid his hands on me. After he’d
taken his last spoonful of the rich, creamy dessert, Jacob patted his stomach. “All right, Becky, tell me, for real, what
is it we’re celebrating. I can’t remember the last time you cooked such an elaborate meal for no reason.”