Letters to Penthouse XXXII (20 page)

However, I knew that staying still would be difficult for Robert because I was really putting my all into fucking him. I began
by writhing slowly on top of him while squeezing my inner muscles to massage his cock. Then I put on a good show by playing
with my tits as he lay beneath me with his hands pressed against the sheets, trying not to reach up and grab me. Biting his
lower lip, he struggled to maintain control while I flicked at my hard nipples with my thumbs and squeezed my fleshy orbs.
Finally, I brought a hand down to my pussy and began rubbing my clit. As I did that, my fingers brushed against his shaft,
and I could see by his expression that it was now more difficult for him to hold back. Still, he managed to contain himself,
and I gave him a few points for that.

He couldn’t hold out forever; the stimulation was becoming too much. When his cock started pulsing inside me, I slipped off
his unflagging pole and repositioned my pussy over his mouth. As my juices dripped down his chin, I commanded him to eat me
again, and though I knew he was disappointed that I didn’t let him come, he licked me like a champ.

I came once again, this time writhing all over my husband’s face. After gulping down all the juices that poured from my cunt,
he licked my sensitive flesh clean. Then, when the moment of ecstasy had passed, I moved down his body until my damp sex pressed
against his stomach. With his erection bobbing against my ass, I finally sanctioned his release.

Moving down a few inches more, I rose up on my knees. Then I lowered myself back down until his cockhead was lodged first
between my labia and then partway into my hole. Finally, I slid down over his shaft until my ass rested against his balls
before once again starting to move up and down. This time I wanted to bring my husband to climax, so I moved more quickly
and also pinched his nipples. Robert’s body twisted beneath mine, desperate to achieve release.

“Come,” was all I whispered, and then I felt a searing flow of cream discharge into my cunt. He bucked up once or twice to
drive his dick even deeper inside, trying to get the most out of this precious—and rare—orgasm. I allowed him this because
he’d taken his punishment like a man, and because it felt good for me, too. I also came again, my clitoris pulsing wildly
as my husband’s balls emptied their contents inside me.

Eventually, Robert stopped moving and lay there, so I pulled my pussy off his cock and headed to my dressing room for my robe.
But he didn’t stay still for long. Before I even had to ask, he jumped up, pulled the come-stained sheets off the bed and,
without bothering to get dressed, brought them down to the laundry room. Now, do I have a great husband or what?

—Ms. Sylvia T., Asheville, North Carolina
     

I love my red leather belts. I have four of them, all very long and thin, with shiny silver buckles on one end and a few extra
holes on the other so that the lengths can be easily adjusted. I wear them all the time, and often all at once, but not around
my waist. Instead, my husband, Mike, wraps them around my ankles and wrists so that I’m tightly bound. We have lots of other
toys as well, and if I’m lucky, he’ll use them on me all at once. Last night was one of those nights.

I was brushing my teeth, getting ready for bed. Since I had just showered, I was wearing only a towel, which Mike pulled off
after sneaking up behind me. Then he placed a blindfold over my eyes, and my pussy started dripping as he knotted it behind
my head. Quickly rinsing my mouth, I put down my toothbrush and let my husband pull my arms behind my back. When I felt the
leather being wrapped around my wrists, my nipples hardened, and my pussy ached as he fastened another belt around my neck
to use as a leash to carefully lead me into the bedroom.

I knew there were only two belts left, so I had a feeling that I wouldn’t be tied spread-eagled to the bed, and I was right.
Instead, he had me kneel in the doorway and attached the other end of his “leash” to a hook he’d installed in the top jamb.
I heard a rustling that told me he was removing his clothes, and then I felt his
cockhead, slippery with precome, brush against my lips. I didn’t wait for a command; opening my mouth wide, I swallowed his
dick.

My movement was limited by my bondage, but I still managed to bob my head back and forth over my husband’s length. I drew
my lips from the tip to the root and then back, delighting in the way his plushy crown repeatedly hit the back of my throat.
His shaft pulsed against my tongue as I worked him over, and my clitoris tingled with excitement. My hands pulled at their
leather bindings in an instinctive attempt to reach for Mike’s cock, but it was with a will of their own because I was completely
content with having them bound.

My captor urged me on as my oral ministrations continued, murmuring encouraging words and guiding my movements with a firm
grip on my head. My chin bumped against his balls as my teeth lightly grazed his length, and though I saw nothing but darkness
from behind the blindfold, I heard him moaning above me. His juices flowed down my throat as mine dripped down my inner thighs.
Sometimes, being bound is enough to cause me to climax, and I had a feeling that this was going to be one of those times.

Of course, that’s when Mike stopped. Sensing that I was close to my peak, he pulled his cock from my hungry mouth, leaving
me wanting. But my mouth wasn’t empty for long; a rubber sphere was placed on my tongue and held there by two leather straps
that were
buckled at the back of my head. Now, except for my legs, my bondage was complete, or so I thought.

Mike had me stand, and then he positioned me so that my feet were about two feet apart. He busied himself at my ankles, attaching
something there, and when he was done I found that I couldn’t close my legs. I’d forgotten all about our new spreader bar,
and I was delighted that he was incorporating it into our session.

Mike disappeared for a while, during which time my mind raced with thoughts of the fun items he might return with. A moment
later, I felt something soft brush against the wide-open and vulnerable petals of my pussy. It tickled and my body instinctively
jerked at the sensation, but I couldn’t go far, so the teasing touches continued. Uncontrollable giggles caught in my throat,
muffled by the ball gag between my lips. With my arms still tethered to the top of the doorframe, it was impossible for me
to escape his tickling touches.

My entire body began shaking with laughter and tested the strength of my restraints as he continued tickling me. Impulsively,
I attempted to close my thighs, but of course I couldn’t with the spreader bar keeping my feet locked wide apart. I remained
a happy captive to Mike’s whims, though I didn’t know how much longer I could stand his teasing my sex without coming. However,
although the sensation was nearly overwhelming, it didn’t keep me from growing more aroused by the minute. Even my nipples
were tingling, because every now and again Mike would brush his instrument
of tickle “torture” across the erect tips of my heavy breasts. Then he stopped suddenly and I felt his hands at my hips. He
must have been kneeling, because the next thing I knew, his mouth was playing at my aching cunt.

Now his tongue flickered over my inner and outer labia, which quickly brought my temperature to a boiling point. Unfortunately,
he never applied enough pressure to drive me to orgasm, and though I arched my back looking for greater contact with his face,
my attempts were completely futile. He just moved out of my limited reach, and my arousal grew with my frustration, which
is what I love about being tied up.

Mike licked me softly for a while, and warm waves of desire flowed from my center all the way to the top of my head and the
tips of my toes. Then he increased his efforts by flattening his tongue and pressing it firmly against my clit. He drew circles
over my button until I was bucking against his mouth and sending a deluge of juices down his throat, all of which he swallowed.
Finally, he wrapped his lips around the engorged nub and sucked hard.

The leather straps chafed against my wrists as I tried to free my hands. Though I knew that wasn’t going to happen, what I
wanted more than anything was to hold my husband’s head against my cunt so that he’d suck me until I came. Though I knew that
I wasn’t going to be given that pleasure quite yet, I wanted to force him to stay right where he was. But since I had absolutely
no say in the matter, Mike soon abandoned my aroused pussy, leaving me teetering on the brink of a thunderous orgasm.

I heard him stand and then felt the damp head of his dick brush against my cunt. As it slipped between my nether lips and
slid easily up and down my slit, I knew that Mike was holding on to himself. Each time he bumped his penis against my clit
I sucked in a raspy breath of air, a sound that would have been a gasp if a rubber ball hadn’t been filling my mouth.

His hands moved to my breasts, squeezing the heavy orbs and pinching the tips. Then he moved away again and when he returned
I heard a jingle and felt another pinch at my nipples, but this time, it was much more intense. He’d attached a pair of clamps,
and I moaned at the intense sensation as my pussy responded with a fresh flow of liquid. This new gush of lubrication was
well timed, because now when Mike repositioned his cock at my cunt, he shoved it deep inside.

I wanted to raise one leg and wrap it around his waist, but my foot was kept firmly on the floor by the bar between my ankles.
That was okay because it also kept my pussy spread wide for him, and he was used to having to maneuver a little to fuck me
in that position. He also knew to keep me steady by placing one hand squarely on my back, or else repeatedly thrusting his
dick would have rocked my body so much that he would have slipped out.

Luckily, Mike stayed securely inside me, pushing in and then pulling out until only his bulbous crown was lodged in my hole.
As that was going on, he kissed my cheeks and all along my collarbone while flicking at my nipple clamps with his fingertips.
That reminded me of how much I was his prisoner, and that knowledge, plus the arousing tenderness at the tips of my tits,
brought me closer to my climax.

I wondered which one of us would come first, because Mike was panting heavily with each thrust into my cunt, the scent of
his musk belying that his efforts were making him sweat. I wanted to bring him to the brink by massaging his swaying balls
or working a finger into his asshole, but I was powerless to do anything of the sort. The only thing I could do was squeeze
my pussy muscles around his shaft, giving him a good massage with my sex.

As my cunt contracted and released around my husband’s dick, I heard him groan loudly. Then he planted his lips on my shoulder
and gave me one last good, hard shove. Finally, I felt a surge of liquid heat filling my insides, searing me to the core.
That ignited a spark within me, and my clit pulsed a few times before I exploded as well. As the evidence of my orgasm dripped
from my pussy to the floor, Mike remained still, his cock buried inside me, until his balls were emptied of their load.

We remained locked together until his dick softened and slipped from between my labia. He gave me a kiss
and then undid the belt that had kept my arms immobile, as well as the ball gag and the spreader bar.

After untying my blindfold with trembling fingertips, I wrapped my arms around my husband and we kissed mouth-to-mouth for
the first time that night. That was my way of saying “thank you” for a wonderful bondage session.

—Ms. Rebecca K., Dallas, Texas
     

I have the best living situation I could possibly imagine. I live with my best friend, lover, and fellow slave, April, in
a dungeon where we cater to the every whim of Mistress Dominique. She took us in when we answered her ad looking for female
slaves. We walked in the door together and the minute our mistress set eyes on us, it was dominance at first sight. Any apprehension
we had slid away at the vision of this tall, elegant woman dressed in a gleaming purple latex dress, holding a whip and wearing
a seductive, sadistic smile.