Letters to Penthouse XXXII (8 page)

When we arrived, Chloe showed us to our room and whispered in my ear, “I’ll be back in an hour for you.” She pinched my ass
as she exited, giving me a little thrill. I took the opportunity to immediately strip my husband and tether him facedown to
the large bondage bed, which was conveniently equipped with rings
where I could fasten the ropes. Neil squirmed happily, trying to hide the grin on his face. But when I changed into lingerie
and heels and took the riding crop from my bag, tapping it lightly against his ass to signal what was in store, he tried to
stifle his grin. I reached beneath him and fondled his cock for a moment, then slipped my hand up to stroke his nipple before
delivering the first blow. Without my needing to even tell him, he yelled, “One, Mistress!” and I smiled as he continued to
count. I kept up a steady pace, reddening his ass and the backs of his thighs as he writhed in his bonds, welcoming the sweet,
familiar sensation that always made him fuck like a stallion.

At the count of twenty, both of us were amped up and bathed in sweat, and even though she was a little early, that’s when
Chloe chose to make her entrance. Though I hadn’t bottomed to her since Neil and I had gotten together, I felt all the familiar
submissive stirrings inside me. “Jane, you naughty girl, I see you’ve started without me. Hand me that crop. You need to be
punished.” I handed it to her, swallowing as she walked right up to me. She pulled down the lace of my teddy so my breasts
hung out, and I felt even more exposed than if she’d stripped me naked. Neil moaned as, from the corner of his eye, he watched
Chloe pull and pinch my nipples until I moaned, a trickle of wetness escaping from my aching pussy.

“Since you’ve already occupied the bed, you’ll have to stand,” she said, clucking in disappointment as she
positioned me so one hand rested on the bedpost while my legs were spread in a wide V shape. She stepped back, surveying first
me, then Neil. She approached the bed, running her hand over his tight ass, briefly fondling his balls, then smacking each
ass cheek once, hard. “There’ll be time for you later, slave. For now just stay put and watch,” she told him.

She walked around so she was near the two of us, then slid the crop between my legs, sawing it forward and back so my pussy
throbbed. She tapped the flat tip against my pussy lips, increasing the rate and intensity. I gripped the bed, flexing my
other hand as the warmth permeated my whole body, radiating outward from my pussy. My face was scrunched together in arousal,
and I started to bear down to meet the crop’s strokes. The minute I did that, she stopped. “Tsk, tsk, you know that I, and
only I, set the pace, don’t you, Jane? You must have forgotten that.”

She paused, making me wait for her next words. “Well, you’re going to have to wait before I let you come, and maybe if you’re
good, I’ll also let you lick my pussy,” she said, using a sweet but teasing tone to soften the blow. She raised the crop until
it was bisecting my lips, making me ache all the more to be filled. She grabbed me and kissed me, rough and quick, before
moving behind me and positioning me on the floor on my hands and knees. “Stay there until I say you can move,” she said.

I crouched on my knees, folded over with my hands
over my head and my eyes closed. I could sense her nearness, feel her walking between me and the bed, and occasionally I felt
her smooth calf or her cool heel brush against me. Other than that, all I could hear were the sounds of her attending to my
husband and his warbling noises of pleasure. The crop hit him on the ass, right where I’d been smacking him, and she also
made him count. Then I heard her say, “And now I think your back is in need of a good flogging. You will count again.” Even
more than his ass, Neil’s back is incredibly tender, and just lightly raking my nails over his shoulder blades is enough to
send him into paroxysms of pleasure, so a flogging, which I very rarely gave him, was a real treat. I was torn between jealousy
over Chloe’s attention and arousal; the latter won out as I surreptitiously slipped my finger between my legs, inside my panties.
I knew Chloe wouldn’t approve, but I was too turned on to care, and besides, her punishments felt so good that I didn’t mind
risking it.

As Chloe slammed the flogger down against my husband’s shoulders, I sneaked a peek at her fast-moving arm, watching the green
suede whiz through the air and Neil bounce slightly with each blow. Since his arms and legs were tied, the impact was even
more intense, and I knew his dick had to be aching. When the flogging was over, Chloe looked down at me, but seemed to forgive
me for my sneaky masturbation. “Jane! Get up on this bed right now. You’ll be punished later for touching yourself, but now
you’re going to do
double duty and get your husband off while licking my pussy. Do you understand?” she said, all the while untying Neil and
turning him over to reveal his large, impressive erection sticking straight up.

She moved him onto one side of the bed and tugged me up by my hair. I scrambled up next to Neil, positioning myself so I could
both stroke his cock with my hand and lick Chloe’s pussy. “That’s good,” she said, stroking my hair while I savored all of
her juicy pussy, remembering how she liked to be licked slowly and thoroughly. Meanwhile, Neil was writhing beneath me, his
arousal spurred on by watching my cunt-licking. Finally, both of them climaxed within moments of each other. Chloe’s pussy
unleashed a torrent of her salty juice, which I dutifully swallowed, while Neil erupted onto my hand. As my reward, Chloe
strung me up with rope in Neil’s former position and teased my pussy and clit, and all I could do was struggle against the
ropes that bound my wrists and legs. When she finally pushed her fingers inside my pussy, I was so worked up, I came in a
flash. That was just the start of our deliciously naughty weekend. I’m still at Chloe’s, relaxing while she’s out, but I expect
her back any minute for one final kinky pleasure session before we head home. If it’s as stirring as this one was, I’ll be
sure to let you know all about it.

—Ms. Jane K., Cambridge, Massachusetts
     

After many years of enjoying the letters in
Penthouse Variations
from your readers, I finally have my own story to share. It involves a fun way I’ve used your magazine to spice up my sex
life.

I had gotten to know Betty, the clerk at the adult store where I buy my
Variations
, so well that we’d wind up discussing our favorite letters. Finally, after so many afternoons of what amounted to dirty talk,
I asked her out. We have a hot time whenever we get together, and every time a new issue comes out, I know I’ll get to see
her. When I go in to buy the magazine, Betty picks a number. Whichever letter is closest to the page number picked becomes
the letter we imitate, ensuring us a wild and exciting time. Betty’s very pretty, with curly blonde hair, beautiful skin,
and a gorgeous, well-proportioned body. The best thing about her is that she’s always up for anything. Sometimes, she’s even
more adventurous than I am. She has definitely brought out my kinky side.

The first time we tried this game, Betty got to pick. She wound up choosing “The King and I” from your twenty-fifth anniversary
issue. I got very turned on when I read about the woman in the letter using nipple clamps, and I could clearly picture Betty
wearing them. We both read the letter silently, and then I looked at her. Already, I could feel my demeanor change as I
assumed my dominant role. She looked up at me almost shyly, as if she truly were my slave. I grabbed her roughly, smashing
my lips against hers. She looked startled, but when I slipped my hand between her legs, I found her completely wet. Clearly,
she also got off on the idea of submitting to me. “I’ll pick you up when your shift’s over,” I said. Then I marched over to
the clothing rack and grabbed a handkerchief top and extremely short latex skirt and shoved them at her. “You’ll be wearing
these, with no bra and no panties,” I instructed before I left. I felt pumped up, energized with excitement. I went home and
read the entire issue, then let my mind wander as I fantasized about all the things I could do with Betty while she was under
my control.

When I returned to pick her up, my cock was totally stiff. I’d forced myself not to jerk off because I knew it would be better
once I sank my cock into her pussy. She was waiting right inside the doorway for me and was wearing the skimpy attire. She
ran to the car, hopping in and slamming the door. I immediately reached under her skirt to make sure she’d obeyed my order.
“Good girl, I’m glad to see you did exactly as I told you.”

She smiled at me, but as my fingers probed more deeply, I could tell that she got off on my praise. I drove to her place,
and she reached for my cock when we got inside. “No, no, no,” I told her. “You’ll have my cock when I say you can, no sooner.
We have some
business to take care of first,” I went on, my voice calm despite my raging cock.

I opened her blouse, exposing her breasts, then pinched her nipples between my fingers. She writhed, clearly loving the attention.
“If you like that, you’re going to love what I have for you,” I said, letting go and quickly grabbing the chained nipple clamps
I’d purchased just for her. I traced the metal lightly over her pussy before bringing the clips to her nipples. When I opened
up one of the clothespin-like contraptions and let it close around her nipple, she gasped with pleasure. Her eyes were taking
in every move I made. “Close your eyes,” I snapped, and she quickly obeyed. I put the other clamp on and admired her tits,
which were holding the clamps upright. I tugged on the chain while stroking my fingers over her slit, finding her as wet as
I’d imagined she’d be.

I moved closer so I could whisper in her ear. “You know what else happens in that letter we read, right?” She let out a garbled
moan as we both recalled the master finger-fucking his slave in her ass. I walked in front of her, holding on to the chain
as I led her slowly, making sure her eyes were closed. We got to the bedroom and I told her to lie facedown across the bed,
knowing the clamps would then press more firmly against her buds. I poured some lube onto my fingers and slid them along her
asscrack before pushing one and then two fingers inside. I simply couldn’t wait, and my cock was raring to get inside her.
Just like in the
letter, I had a small vibrator handy. “I’m going to fuck your ass now, but you can’t come until after I do.” She didn’t say
anything, so I turned her head so she was facing me. “What did you say?” I demanded of her.

“Yes, sir,” she said, quickly catching on to the response I was seeking. I turned on the vibe and slid it against her clit
while my cock slowly entered her ass. This part was my idea, but I knew it would be a true test to require her to wait out
her orgasm. Her back-door was so tight, it was difficult for me to hold out. I teased her with the vibrator, pressing it against
her clit, then taking it away randomly so she couldn’t get used to the pattern. Then I plunged my cock all the way into her
ass and simultaneously pressed the vibe tight against her hard hub. Her breathing was becoming increasingly shallow, and I
felt her ass clenching around me as she struggled to obey my command. “Please,” she whispered, her voice catching on the word
as I worked the toy in a circle. She felt so good that not only didn’t I have the heart to tease her, I had to come myself.
I spurted my hot come deep into her ass, then replaced the vibe with my fingers, pushing my thumb into her pussy while my
fingers brushed her clit. She had obviously been waiting eagerly for me to come because she shuddered, flooding me with her
juices after only a moment.

The next time I came into the store, she already had a letter bookmarked for me. As much as the guessing game had been fun,
I liked that she had already
planned what she wanted to try. This one involved having her blindfolded with her arms tied behind her while she sucked me
off.

That night, I waited until the shop closed, then locked the door and dimmed the lights. I backed her up against the wall,
covering her eyes with my hand. “Is that what you want, Betty? To suck my cock like the girl in the story? I know it is,”
I said as I felt her tremble. I told her to say out loud, five times, “I was born to suck cock,” since that’s what the letter
writer liked to say.

She got out the first sentence, but as she started to repeat herself, I turned her around and tied the blindfold around her
eyes. She stuttered slightly, but finished her sentence, and she even managed to blurt out her need to give me a blowjob while
I fastened her wrists behind her back with some padded handcuffs. But when I urged her onto her knees and shoved my cock between
her open lips, she started having some trouble speaking. I felt the vibration as she spoke against my shaft, and reached down
to hold the back of her neck as she gobbled my cock.

She was a sight to behold, with her eyes covered and arms immobilized, as my length slipped in and out of her open mouth.
I couldn’t believe how much those details enhanced her cocksucking, but they did. I felt incredibly powerful having her under
my command and guiding her mouth up and down my dick. When she deep-throated me then swallowed, her mouth tightening
around my cock, I couldn’t hold back anymore. “I’m going to come,” I grunted, my voice low and deep as I pulled her lips off
me and she quickly opened her mouth, extending her tongue to receive my come. I jerked my cock and, with a few fast pumps,
began shooting my load. Most of it flew into the air, but a few drops landed on her tongue. She quickly swallowed them, smiling
up at me. I undid her bonds and fondled her pussy, knowing she’d be soaking wet. I pressed three fingers inside her, and when
she moaned, I added a fourth, fucking her steadily until she exploded with her own powerful climax.