Letters to Penthouse XXXII

by Penthouse International

  It may not sound like getting fucked by a massive dildo is much of a punishment, but pretending that it was seemed to be all part of Dominique’s playful game. April was more than up for the task, though, and spread her legs as wide as she could, until her leg brushed against mine. Dominique continued to twist and push the slick toy until it was finally all the way inside April. Clearly excited as the toy invaded her, April bit her lip, trying not to cry out her joy. Dominique laughed wickedly, muttering something about how April just loved getting fucked by large toys. I let out a small giggle, which quickly subsided when Dominique brought the crop whizzing through the air, landing it perfectly against one ass cheek and then the other. The cage’s bars were no impediment to her strokes, and I pushed my ass closer toward her, wanting more.

  As she continued to simultaneously fuck and smack us, I rattled the handcuff against the metal bars. The noise was soon joined by our feminine moans as Dominique made us both come at once, April with solid thrusts of the huge dildo and me by sliding the crop up and down along my wet slit until the delicious friction became overwhelming. Afterward, we parted, recovering on the floor of the cage while our mistress kissed us through the bars.

  She finally let us out, and our reward for taking our punishments so well was the chance to lick Dominique’s sweet, wet pussy, each of us alternating between her hard clit and flowing cunt until we’d made her come multiple times. Dominique closed and locked the cage, tucking away the tiny key into her bra. With the way the two of us misbehave, I had a feeling she’d be needing it again very shortly.

  —Ms. Val A., Baltimore, Maryland

  Married Couple Spends Weekend Away to Celebrate Tying More Than a Few Knots

  Last weekend, my husband, Kevin, and I celebrated the tenth anniversary of the first time he tied me up. For a hardcore bondage fan like me, especially one as submissive as I am, those two special days were more than I could have ever wished for, and possibly the greatest of my life thus far.

  Kevin arranged it all, down to the very last detail. As he explained when telling me about our plans, my only job was to enjoy myself. Since I’ve learned that only good things happen when he is in control, I submitted as I normally do, confident in my belief that whatever my husband came up with would be great.

  When he arrived home from work on the Friday night of our weekend away, he didn’t bother changing out of his suit. He just dropped his briefcase by the door and gave me a once-over. I was dressed as he’d instructed me to, in a black lace demicup bra and garter belt, seamed stockings, and no panties under my tight emerald-green dress that he loved because it hugged my large breasts and generous hips. My shoes were patent leather and open-toed, with straps that buckled around my ankles and four-inch stiletto heels. It had taken me a while to learn how to walk in them, but now I can do it without a problem. This outfit was Kevin’s absolute favorite, and my pussy had grown damp as I’d put it on, especially knowing that he would soon be taking it off.

  He drove us to a small, exclusive inn about an hour upstate, where we began our evening with a delicious meal. The champagne flowed freely and went right to my head, so I was in high spirits by the time we went to our room. Though it wasn’t large, it was comfortable and most important, it featured a big four-poster bed—perfect for a couple as into bondage as my husband and I are. In fact, I’m confident that’s one of the details Kevin made sure of when he made the reservations.

  I went into the bathroom to freshen up as he began pulling things from a small leather bag he’d brought with him. When I returned to the bedroom, having shed my dress, his eyes roved hungrily over my half-naked body as I looked at the stuff he’d laid out on the mattress. Many of the items were familiar favorites, while others were things that he’d obviously purchased especially for this occasion. There were nylon straps, handcuffs, a ball gag and a blindfold, and even a spreader bar I’d never seen before; it was wider than the one I was used to. My nipples hardened as I took it all in. My clit started throbbing with anticipation as my husband, still dressed, beckoned me toward him.

  He placed a hand on one of my cheeks and kissed me lovingly on the other, and then he picked up a black leather blindfold. The world went dark as he tied it around my head, and then he turned me around to secure the handcuffs to my wrists before helping me to my knees.

  I listened as he walked around me until he was once again facing me. As I delighted in the feel of cold metal against my skin and the carpet beneath my knees, I heard the sound of a zipper being dragged down. Then there was a rustling as Kevin pulled out his cock. It brushed against my lips, the tip damp with his precome, and though I longed to give it a lick, I waited for my husband’s command. Finally, I heard the word. “Suck,” he said, so I opened my mouth and swallowed his length as far as it would go.

  I sucked him slowly and carefully, trying to maintain my balance without the use of my hands. That was a difficult thing to do even with all my years of practice, so Kevin put his hands on my head to hold me still. Now, instead of me going down on him, he was fucking my face.

  His shaft pulsed against my tongue as he guided his dick down my throat, and then back out, again and again. I could taste the fluid that leaked nonstop from the slit in his bulbous crown, and I hungered for his creamy load. I moaned around him to communicate this need, hoping the vibrations might set him off, but rather than giving me what I wanted, he pulled away. However, he left my mouth empty for only for a moment before replacing his dick with the ball gag I love so much. He buckled it snugly around my head, and I moaned in pleasure at both the feel and the taste of the rubber ball.

  Now, with a hand under each of my arms, Kevin helped me back to my feet and onto the bed, again in a kneeling position, this time facing away from him. After giving my ass a hard smack, he undid my cuffs and moved me onto my back. Instinctively, I raised my arms and opened my legs so that I was spread-eagled on the mattress, the position that is often next in our usual routine. However, I was in for a surprise.

  First, I felt his hands at my ankles, and he bent each leg before securing the spreader bar between them with what felt like leather cuffs. My legs were now spread so wide that my pussy was splayed open for him to use however he chose. He often likes teasing me with a vibrator before giving me his cock, so I figured that was coming next as I heard him rummaging through his bag and pulling something out.

  However, the sound of buzzing never filled the air. Instead, Kevin moved down a little and wrapped this new item around one of my thighs, securing it so it was tight. Then he reached up, took my hand, and lowered it so that it rested at my side. My heart raced as another strap was tightened around my wrist, and when I tried to move my arm, I found that it wouldn’t budge. Now, this was a real treat!

  Kevin repeated his actions with my other arm and thigh, and when I was totally bound he put his hand between my legs and dragged his finger along my dripping-wet slit. My clit quivered a little at his touch, and then quivered even more as he began stroking up and down. He stoked my fires with his teasing caress, bringing me close to the edge of orgasm but never going quite far enough to push me over. I tried pleading with him to make me come, but my words were muffled by the rubber sphere pressing against my tongue. I was completely at his mercy, a fact of which he was well aware.

  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 b
etween 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

  Snowstorm Leads Him Into the Arms of a Dominant Woman

  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 ont
o 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

  Spanking Fan Makes the Most of Her Over-the-Knee Session

  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.