Letters to Penthouse XXXXII

by Penthouse International

  My face burned; I couldn’t look at Linda or anyone else in the room, save for Mick. When he was done, the rope pushed my panties firmly against my sex. As Mick took a ruler and pointed to various parts of my body and lectured the crowd, I felt objectified—in a good way. I’d never had the chance to experience anything like this before, and my hunch had been right: I was definitely kinky.

  When Mick was done explaining the fundamentals, and people had asked questions, the group broke up. People mingled, and Mick stood in front of me and said, “Do you want me to untie you now, Phoebe?”

  I was torn. I obviously couldn’t leave the building without him untying me, but I liked what he’d done. “Not yet,” I said, and he stepped closer to me, so close that I could feel his hardness pressing against me through his jeans.

  “Do you want me to kiss you? Do you want me to touch your breasts? Do you want me to tickle you?” He trailed a finger down my cheek, and my lips automatically parted when he grazed them.

  “Answer me,” he said, his voice deeper and gruffer than it had been moments earlier. Mick tugged lightly on my lower lip, and I moaned, before saying, “Yes—to everything.”

  He placed one hand on my ass as he pulled me closer, then kissed me. The pressure of his body against mine, plus the commanding way he took charge, combined with being unable to escape, all made me really horny. “You like this, don’t you, Phoebe? I bet you wish you were naked right now, and that rope was rubbing right up against your bare pussy lips.” His breath was hot on my skin, and I squirmed, amplifying all the sensations he’d created.

  “Yes, I do.”

  “Maybe if you’re a good girl, one day I’ll take you home, spread you wide open on my bed, and tie your wrists and legs so you’re fully available to me. I’ll play with your pussy while you can’t get away, and maybe even add a gag so nobody can hear you scream.”

  A gasp escaped my lips, and I squirmed even more. “It’s too bad you can’t suck my cock right now,” he said, “because I think you’d look so hot doing it.” He rubbed himself against me again, then walked behind me and manipulated my body so my fingers could touch his hardness. It was only a tease, though. He kept whispering the filthiest fantasies in my ear, and when he finally untied me, I was so aroused I thought I might come spontaneously.

  “Come back next week, Phoebe, and in the meantime I want you to think about what you want me to do to you when I tie you up. Write it down for me. That’ll be your homework. Somehow, you strike me as an A student.” He gave me one last kiss, and I went to the bathroom to splash water on my face. When I emerged, I found Linda flirting with a cute guy; she told me she’d be home later.

  I rushed back to my dorm room and masturbated, thinking about all the naughty things I wanted Mick to do to me. Since then, he’s done all of those and more, but I’ll save our latest encounter, where he took me to a sex party, tied me up and let men and women come over and fondle me, for another letter. Needless to say, it turns out that I am indeed an A student—in bondage and in school!

  —Ms. P.W., Via Email

  Waitress and Customer Savor Each Other in the Parking Lot

  I’m a regular patron at a local Italian restaurant. The food’s okay, but that’s not why I go there several nights a week. No, I go there because of one particularly hot waitress, Amanda. Her family owns the place, and over the last few months, I’ve learned that Amanda helps out there in between attending classes at the local university.

  Amanda isn’t what you’d call “model gorgeous.” She’s blonde and wholesome looking, kind of the girl-next-door type. But she’s got this pouty little mouth with full lips that she paints a bright red. It’s pretty impossible not to imagine what her mouth would feel like on my hard dick.

  Even before last week, I knew that she’d noticed me. Sure, I may not have gone to the university, but I do pretty well for myself. I keep myself fit, dress well, and drive a top-of-the-line pickup. I’d seen Amanda looking my way more than once.

  Last week, when I was nursing a beer while waiting for my food, she finally spoke to me. “Do you ever cook dinner at home?”

  I chuckled and told her I only came there for the company, and she pointed out that I barely ever spoke to anyone. All the while she was talking, I couldn’t stop staring at her lips. She definitely noticed that because she kept catching her full bottom lip between her teeth and gnawing on it gently.

  Hell, that nearly did me in right there. I stayed a while, watching her work, but as always, I didn’t want to be too obvious, so I left her a big tip and started to walk away.

  Amanda told me to wait up, signaled for another server to take over for her, then sat down in an empty booth and beckoned me into the seat opposite her. As she leaned in close to me, I could smell her spicy perfume and see a hint of cleavage peeking out of her uniform. She asked if I wanted to get together later after she got off at eleven, and I couldn’t believe my luck. Of course I agreed, then I settled myself in that corner booth to wait out the night, never taking my eyes off her lips.

  Watching Amanda, it turned out, made the night go incredibly fast, and by the time she’d gone in the back to freshen up, I was as hard as a rock.

  It was a warm night, and we made it as far as my pickup in the parking lot before we started kissing wildly. Her lips were as soft and sweet on my mouth as I’d imagined. Her tits felt firm in my hands, and her ass cheeks were perfectly tight.

  The real question, though, was what would her mouth feel like on my cock?

  I didn’t have to wait long. In between my truck and a big SUV, she slid down my body and worked open the fly of my jeans. Seconds later, her warm, wet mouth was on my cock, and I groaned in pleasure. She licked up and down my rock-hard shaft, pausing at the throbbing purple head to lick around the tip, tasting the drop of precome that had suddenly appeared.

  It was fucking great, and she continued for about five minutes. Then I guess she had enough of playing with me because she drove her head down until my dick hit the back of her throat.

  I’d had lots of blowjobs before, but I’d never met a girl who could deep-throat like Amanda. She had no trouble swallowing my entire length, and I’m no slouch in the size department.

  Her head bobbed upward, and she sucked the sensitive tip, then she shot back down again. All the while, her tongue was never still. She teased my shaft with her tongue as she swallowed me, giving me double the pleasure.

  I wanted to eat her, bang her cunt, and then fuck her ass. But the pleasure was so great, I couldn’t bring myself to stop her. I felt the familiar rumbling in my balls, and I knew my climax would be coming soon, and it would be explosive.

  Amanda seemed to sense that, too, and she slowed down, prolonging my pleasure. She dragged her teeth up the sides of my dick, and I let out a growl. I’d never had a woman use her teeth during a blowjob, and I found that I really liked it.

  She did that for a while, and then she increased the speed of her bobbing mouth again. As I was about to blow my wad clear down her throat, she slowed again. Then I nearly died when she left my dick and buried her head into my crotch so that she could suck my balls.

  She grasped my ass and squeezed my cheeks. This time, there was no slowing down. She pumped my shaft up and down, swallowing my length. The head of my penis kept hitting the right spot at the back of her throat, and before long, I was thrusting forward and trying to fuck her mouth even harder.

  My balls felt as if they were ready to explode, and I grunted and warned her that my load would be huge. She moaned around my cock as I pumped my come into her mouth. At the same time, a car door shut somewhere close, and the risk of exposure gave me an extra thrill.

  When she stood up, she was smiling, too, and her lipstick was smeared in a sexy way. After such a great orgasm, you’d think I’d be too spent to think about eating Amanda, but that wasn’t the case at all. Especially when she licked her finger and slipped her hand under her short miniskirt.

  She leaned back against my truck and
started fingering herself, and I knew that she was hot and juicy. I needed to taste some of that. I slid down her body, worked her skirt up and over her thighs, and draped one of her legs over my shoulder so that I had a perfect angle.

  Her panties were white lace with a huge wet spot in the crotch. I groaned and pressed my nose into her before I licked that sweet wetness. She smelled great and tasted even better. My erection had never completely subsided, and now it was throbbing painfully. But fucking Amanda against the truck in a parking lot wouldn’t be as enjoyable as it should be, so I decided to hold off on that plan.

  Instead I began to lick her with the flat of my tongue, up and down the crotch of her panties. She sighed and rested her head against the door. I hooked my index finger into her panties and moved them over, revealing a sweet pink cunt—ripe, juicy and ready to eat.

  I started with her hole first, stuffing my tongue as far in as I could. She kept uttering amazing little whimpers in the back of her throat while I fucked her with my tongue.

  I don’t think I’ve ever before eaten so luscious a pussy. Amanda was very responsive, pushing her mound into my face and showing me exactly how she liked it with her gyrations. After a few minutes, I knew she wanted me to move to her clit, but I like to get a woman completely worked up before I work my magic on her little pleasure button.

  When she curved her leg around my neck and pressed against me, I figured she was ready for it. I licked up her slit, then up and down the sides of her swollen nub. She moaned, and I felt her calf tense at the back of my neck. Around and around I went, never quite touching where she needed it most.

  When she began to whimper, I touched her lightly with the tip of my tongue. Her whimper soon changed to a full-blown cry, and she bucked her hips toward me. That’s my favorite part of eating a woman—the tortured pleasure she seems to experience when you do it just the right way.

  And judging from Amanda’s reaction, I was doing one hell of a job. I flicked my tongue against her clit until she was clutching my hair and panting. She was right at the edge, and I wanted to keep her there a while longer, so I kept the movement light and quick.

  Only when she began to beg did I increase the pressure. And I was rewarded with her thighs clamping around my head as her orgasm overtook her. I wanted to make her climax an unbelievable one, so while I lapped at her clit, I stuck two fingers into her dripping hole. Then I sucked at her swollen nub while I finger-fucked her, increasing her pleasure.

  She moaned so loudly that I knew anyone in a quarter-mile radius had to have heard her. As she pressed her cunt into my face, I swear her juice shot right out of her hole. My tongue and mouth were all over her pussy, and I found myself drinking down her nectar.

  When her orgasm was finally over, she smiled up at me and invited me to fuck her. My dick was so hard by that time, I abandoned the idea that it would be wrong to do it right there in the parking lot. So right there, in front of her family’s restaurant, I drove my cock into her well-eaten pussy.

  I’m not sure if anyone saw us, but if they did, I have one thing to say: When a woman gives a blowjob as well as Amanda does, and when she enjoys being eaten out so thoroughly, you have no choice but to fuck her immediately afterward. I should know. We’ve sucked and fucked dozens of times in the past few weeks. And I can only hope that some of you will get as lucky as I have.

  —Mr. B.J., Bismarck, North Dakota

  He Can’t Resist It When His Girl Pleads, “Please Spank Me.”

  The first time Mary asked me to spank her, I thought I hadn’t heard her right. “Please spank me, Steve, really smack my ass,” she said as she was writhing on top of me. We’d been college sweethearts for two years, and I thought I knew everything there was to know about what made her tick sexually. I had no idea where this request had stemmed from, and wasn’t sure how to react. My body said yes, but my mind only briefly hesitated. I’d been brought up to be a gentleman and treat my ladies kindly. I’d enjoyed spending hours between her legs tonguing her to orgasm. We’d managed to screw our way through campus, but I’d never before had an inkling that she longed for me to take my hand and whack it against her sweet bottom.

  I’d heard about spanking as an erotic act but had never thought I’d be the kind of guy engaging in something as kinky as that. Mary and I were the type of couple who got featured in the campus brochure, completely wholesome and happy. Yet my cock responded before my brain could fully take in the ramifications of what she’d asked for.

  “Is that really what you want, Mary?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady, even though my mind was spinning wildly.

  “Yes, Steve. I’ve been fantasizing about you spanking me for weeks,” she said to my surprise. I had no idea where this sudden desire to get smacked had come from, but hearing her say the words started a slow throbbing inside me. It not only had my cock hard but my hand itching to see what it would feel like to connect with her pretty behind.

  “Okay, but you should know that I’ve never done this before,” I said. I wasn’t used to admitting any uncertainty to Mary. I tried to sound like I knew what was going to happen next as I took a deep breath, and then continued. “Let’s start off slowly, okay?” I asked, punctuating my request with a single solid slap. I knew it couldn’t have hurt that much, but her reaction made me smile. She shivered, and then purred as she wiggled against me. “Did you like that, Mary?” I asked quietly, making sure she’d heard me as I pressed my palm against her ass.

  “Yes, sir, I did,” she said. Even though I had no intention of trying to tell her what to do outside the confines of the bedroom, hearing her call me “sir” filled a void I hadn’t even realized existed. I felt stronger, more capable and powerful, knowing that she trusted me with such a delicate task as spanking her.

  “Do you want another, Mary?” I asked, speaking slowly and clearly. I wanted to make sure she understood what she was getting into with her innocent-sounding request. Just because I’d never done this sort of thing before didn’t mean I took lightly the spanking of my girlfriend’s bottom.

  “Yes, please—if you’d like to keep spanking me,” she said. I liked the way she automatically deferred to me, leaving the decision of how hard she’d get smacked in my hands—literally. I tested out a louder, harder whack, taking quickly to our new activity. It was totally different than the kind of sex we normally had, where each of us were equal partners, giving and taking. We made sure if one of us came, the other got their turn. But spanking Mary was something that only I could do; she was the passive one, waiting for me to raise my hand.

  I stared down at her butt rising before me, feeling my cock harden even more. I’d loved her almost since I met her, but Mary was showing me a new side of herself, literally, and offering me the chance to go where no man had gone before. Being able to deflower her in this way made me feel special, especially because neither of us had been virgins when we’d gotten together. I knew that all the newness I was experiencing went double for her. I pulled her closer, then smacked her so that her body pressed against my cock from the impact.

  She let out a low, deep moan, the kind she makes when I’m really fucking her hard. I offered Mary two of my fingers to suck on, and she immediately devoured them. The more I slapped her butt, the more I enjoyed it, and judging from the way she was slurping away at my fingers, Mary was enjoying it as well. Even though my cock was as hard as a rock, I was reluctant to pause in my spanking duties, but I felt I must. I had to know exactly how turned on my girl was getting from her first spanking.

  I lifted my fingers from her ever-warming butt cheeks and then told her to spread her legs. Looking down, I could see drops of wetness gleaming on her parted lips, and I lightly ran my index finger along her slit. Her cunt was warm to the touch and seemed to pull my finger inside, just as her mouth was doing. I pressed deeper and her walls tightened around me. I sank my finger farther into her depths, amazed at how only a few minutes of quality spanking had made her completely soaked. I pushed another finger
into her, realizing quickly that I could probably add two more and still have plenty of room. She let out a cry, and I curled my fingers, moving slowly so as to tease her, and then pulled them out.

  I smeared her nectar along her butt cheeks, and then raised my hand for a few more whacks. I felt like I could spank her all night, but I knew we’d have plenty of chances to pursue this new thrill. I chose to give her twenty-three hard blows, one for each year of her age, making her count them out. Hearing her voice get progressively softer as the impact of my smacks accumulated was music to my ears. I was wistful by the time we got to the last few smacks and made sure to give them extra oomph. I could hear and feel the way these last few blows affected her as she took deep breaths while savoring each smack.

  We were both breathing hard when I finally lifted her up and laid her on her stomach across the bed. I wanted to see those blushing cheeks as I fucked her. The request she’d spoken only an hour before had managed to transform our entire relationship.

  “Was that what you were looking for from a spanking, Mary?” I asked.

  She responded by spreading her legs, then holding her lips open with her fingers, inviting my cock inside. I quickly pressed my aching dick all the way inside her, getting the bonus of her still-warm behind pressing against my skin when I sank into her pussy, which felt tighter than it had at any point in our relationship. I moved slowly, making sure she felt exactly how hard she’d made me. I almost felt like this was the first time I was fucking her, even though we’d done it countless times. Everything felt different. When she turned her head to smile at me as I shoved my entire length into her, she seemed to be promising me her ass, to have and to spank, for as long as I wanted it. I fondled her rosy butt cheeks, giving them little pinches to further her pleasure, and she tightened even more around my invading cock. Soon, Mary was crying out as her orgasm made her shake beneath me. Her arms went above her head, her whole body tightening as the full force of her climax hit her. I took that as my cue to come as well, spurting my hot lava into her cunt.