Letters to Penthouse XXXII (7 page)

“That’s right, and you better not forget it. When I tell you not to jerk off, I want you to listen, otherwise next time your
punishment will be far worse. Now, you’re going to eat my pussy until I come,” I said, and in short order I’d let go of his
cock and settled my cunt onto his outstretched tongue. I sank down, relishing the feel of his warm, slithering tongue, the
perfect antidote to the buildup of arousal I’d been harboring since I left the house. I slid back and forth, getting his face
messy and wet once again with my secretions, while he kept right on licking me, plunging his tongue into my hole or lapping
at my slick cunt entrance. I
could see his body straining, his strong arms flexing with the desire to touch himself, but he had learned his lesson and
focused not on his hard, bouncing cock, but on my aroused pussy. He put his mouth to the best use of all, using the entire
length of his tongue to tease my inner walls, before feasting on my clit. He circled my hard bud over and over, then zeroed
in directly on it, while I held on to the headboard for support as I mashed my pussy down against his mouth. Together, the
pressure made me come, releasing my juice directly into his mouth.

That orgasm was sensational enough, but I was feeling greedy and wanted another, so I turned around, backed up, and slid my
pussy down over his waiting cock. I went slowly, feeling every inch of his stiffness fill me. He looked up at me, seeking
approval, and I smiled, genuinely relaxed now that I had used him for my pleasure and knew I would get to do so again for
several months to come. I dug my palms into his chest, pressing against his hard little nipples while he bucked up against
me. I pinned his arms down with my hands, and that drove him wild. I’m strong for a woman of my size, and leaning with all
my weight, he couldn’t escape. We both rubbed against each other, my clit soaking up the friction of his fast-drilling cock,
my pussy enjoying the slam of his cockhead against my walls, until we both came in a fierce explosion, our musky juices mingling
on the bed.

When we finally separated, his skin was blushing,
especially where the belt had landed on his pale flesh. We were off to such a fabulous start to our new chores and domination
routine, that it made me wonder if I would ever want him to go back to work again. I seriously doubt it.

—Ms. Susan M., Urbana, Illinois
     

My husband, Jake, and I eagerly await the arrival of your magazine every month because we’re into all sorts of S&M play. So,
whether you write about bondage, spanking, female domination, or dominant sexplay, there’s always something that will strike
a chord with us. Over the years, we’ve derived much pleasure from reading
Penthouse Variations
, so we decided that it was high time we write a letter of our own.

It all started with a copy of the magazine. Jake came home with an issue one night and told me to take a look. “What interests
you?” he asked, and I found a story about bondage and handed it back to him. That very night, he cut up some old clothesline
and used it to tie me to the bed. I remember the feeling of those ropes around my ankles and wrists just like it was yesterday—the
tightness of the knots, the way they rubbed against my skin—as well as how wet my pussy got in response.

After making sure that I was secure, Jake stripped and climbed into bed with me. I thought he’d fuck me right away, but he
climbed up near my face, his cock pointed at my mouth. “Suck it,” he said, his voice hoarse with lust, so I played the ultraobedient
wife and swallowed him to the root. He held still to let me do all the work, so I slid my lips back and forth over his shaft,
which was difficult without the use of my hands. Usually, I hold his dick at the base or grasp his ass cheeks to guide him,
but that evening I could only move my head back and forth to create the pressure and pace that he likes.

Jake groaned as I sucked, and I could taste drops of salty precome trickling down my throat. When I felt his shaft swell,
I figured he’d come in my mouth, but he pulled out, moved down, and slipped his cock between my labia. He thrust into my cunt
with more force than he ever had in the past, and though it usually takes a few strokes before we come, we both exploded immediately.
I thrashed around on the bed, my arms and legs pulling at the ropes that held them tight, as Jake sent streams of his cream
deep into my body.

I wasn’t surprised by his immediate release; what surprised me was how quickly I’d come, because it usually takes me longer.
Jake had all but ignored my erogenous zones, such as my nipples and my clit, but I’d reached orgasm anyway. That’s when I
knew there was something to this bondage play!

I was ready to get tied up again the next night, but
Jake just said, “My turn,” and handed me a plastic bag. I pulled out a leather paddle and, as I ran my fingers over its smooth
surface, he handed me another parcel. “And wear this,” he said as he began shucking off his suit, so I took my two bags into
the bathroom and assumed my new role.

First, I pulled out a red PVC catsuit, which wasn’t something that I’d normally wear, but that was the idea, wasn’t it? When
I put it on, I saw why my husband had bought it: Snug around my curves, it accentuated my ass and breasts, making me look
like an erotic doll. Then, to further define my role—and make Jake wait a few minutes longer—I made up my face with vampy
blue eye shadow, lots of mascara, and bright red lipstick. Finally, I pulled my blonde hair back into a tight bun before re-entering
the bedroom.

Jake was sitting on the bed, but when he saw me standing there, dressed and holding the paddle, he got down on his knees,
his erection bobbing lewdly. “That’s right,” I said, smacking the toy against my palm. “Tonight, I’m in charge.” His eyes
followed me as I sat down, and when I told him to lie across my lap, he obeyed. It took some maneuvering to find a position
in which his hard cock didn’t get in the way, but soon enough, we were ready to go.

Putting the paddle aside, I wanted to start spanking him with my bare hand, so I could experience the sensation of flesh on
flesh. I drew back my arm and, for
the first time in our marriage, brought down my palm on my husband’s naked ass cheek.

That first slap wasn’t very strong, since I wasn’t sure how far I could go. In response, Jake said, “Harder,” and I did it
again. This time, when my hand connected with his cheek, the room was filled with the sound of a resounding smack. I spanked
him a few more times, until he was squirming on my lap, and then switched to the paddle for a mightier blow. When the paddle
made contact with his ass, he groaned and writhed even more, his bare, sweaty skin sticking to my PVC catsuit.

As I brought the paddle down on Jake’s bottom, the color of his usually pale skin went from white to pink to red. Rectangular
marks lingered on his butt wherever my smacks landed, and I sent the slapper skipping across his cheeks to cover every square
inch. I knew I hadn’t gone too far when I counted my twentieth blow because Jake croaked, “More,” not to mention the fact
that his dick was throbbing against my plastic-covered thigh. I was having fun, too; my pussy was dripping wet and my nipples
pulsed with every smack.

Suddenly, Jake let out a grunt and his body went tense. Then he shuddered once or twice before going lax across my lap. When
I looked down, I saw the evidence of his release glowing white against my red pant leg and a sheepish look on his face. He’d
come already, though neither I, nor he, had touched his cock. I
guess the spanking and rubbing against my thighs had been enough to do the trick.

Though Jake had reached his peak, we were far from done. He straightened up and, with eyes cast downward, pleaded for my forgiveness.
Since my pussy was begging for attention, I granted it. Jake went into the bathroom and returned with a wet washcloth. I looked
on as he wiped his mess from my catsuit, and then he reached for the zipper and asked, “May I?” I nodded my assent. As he
unzipped me slowly, I noticed how much cooler I immediately felt. The airconditioning sent goose pimples racing across my
skin, which were joined by a chill running through my body when my husband ran his fingertips over my naked breasts. I couldn’t
suppress a sigh when he leaned forward and took a nipple between his lips and sucked.

We began rolling around on the bed, and I somehow ended up across Jake’s lap with my ass exposed and vulnerable. In no time,
I felt a stinging slap on my buttock. Putting the paddle aside, he soothed the tender flesh with his hand as he gave me a
moment to stop him if I felt the need. I didn’t; in fact, I wriggled my ass to let him know I wanted more. In the few seconds
following the paddle’s impact, the dull sensation had turned into a relentless throbbing that made my cunt come alive with
desire.

Jake picked up the slapper again and brought it back down on my ass. This time, the blow was a little sharper and the sensation
lasted a few moments more,
but by now, I was yearning for the ache. Before long, my skin grew hot and I was grinding my pussy against my husband’s thigh
to stimulate my clit. Then I felt something move beneath my stomach: It was Jake’s cock, coming back to life, slowly resuming
its full length and maximum hardness. Now I wanted him inside me, so I wormed out of his grip and straddled his lap.

As I balanced on my haunches and brought my pussy down over Jake’s dick, he helped out by grasping my ass cheeks and guiding
me. Then, when I reached bottom, he maintained his hold on my butt and used it to move me up and down. My fingers dug into
my husband’s shoulders as I bounced wildly over his cock and he tilted his head upward to meet me in a kiss. His tongue slid
between my lips and I sucked on it for as long as I could before it slid out from our erratic movements. His mouth made its
way to my nipples and I threw back my head and moaned. My pussy juices were dripping down his length and easing my ride, and
I wasn’t far from reaching my peak when my strained legs finally gave out. Wanting to remain on top, I pushed against my husband’s
chest so that he was lying flat, and then I got on my knees and resumed bouncing up and down.

I thought that in this position I would still be in charge, but I was wrong. Somehow, without my noticing, Jake had reached
for the paddle and brought it down on my ass. I reared up in surprise at the first
strike, but once again, the sweet pain quickly turned to pleasure and I found myself begging for more. He didn’t argue; hell,
he didn’t even speak. All he did was bring down the slapper once again, and that’s when my pussy exploded. Pinpricks of electricity
shot straight through my rear right to my cunt as my muscles spasmed around Jake’s shaft and my essence poured down onto his
balls. A second later, he was filling me with a hot load of his cream and our juices pooled together in a beautiful, sticky
mess. When my husband’s cock finally slipped out of me, I wondered which one of us would have to clean it all up since it
was no longer clear who was in control. That’s how it’s been ever since, switching places as we play our sexy games, and neither
of us would have it any other way.

—Ms. Carla H., Asheville, North Carolina
     

For over a year now, I’ve been dominating my husband, Neil, but recently we took our kinky play to a whole other level when
we both submitted to my friend, Chloe.

Chloe invited us up to her mountain chalet for a weekend getaway. She didn’t outright state that we’d spend most of it tied
to her bed, but there was a naughty undertone to her voice when she told me what
to pack. “Make sure you bring your toy bag, because you never know what might happen.” I didn’t think to ask her exactly what
she had in mind, probably because my nipples were erect and brushing against my blouse and my pussy was humming with anticipation.
Before I’d met Neil, Chloe had been my top, but with Neil, I’d found myself wanting to be the dominant one, which suited him
just fine.

While I waited for Neil to come home, I took care of the packing, pulling out my latex miniskirt and his leather jockstrap,
along with our toy-bag essentials. When he walked in the door, he was astounded to find me wearing spiky pumps, the mini with
thigh-high fishnet stockings, and a skintight black latex top. “Polish me,” I insisted, pressing the can of lube and a rag
into his hands. Watching him diligently shining me up, his hands moving over my nipples, stomach, and back as he did, made
me smile. He was such a good slave, always more than eager to do anything I requested. I had him load our luggage into the
car and we set off for the hour-long ride, during which I teased him by pulling up my skirt to reveal my panty-covered cunt
but didn’t let him touch me.