Letters to Penthouse XXXII (25 page)

“Yes, sir!” I called out. I glanced behind me to see a few people had gathered to check us out. Then Chad picked up a flogger,
draping it over my shoulder before picking it up and striking my upper back with the suede strands. It actually felt like
getting an intense backrub. The whip thudding against my muscles was arousing and soothing at the same time. Then Chad moved
lower, applying his strength to my ass. Each thwack felt better than the last. The sound it made was quite different from
the ruler, whose hits I could still hear being doled out across the way. I could also hear that the woman being spanked was
moaning in ecstasy, which made me a little curious about what the ruler would feel like striking my bare skin.

Then Chad paused, putting down the flogger and running his hands over my hot ass cheeks. I heard him rub his hands together,
and when he pressed his palms against my cheeks, he set off a fire of sorts—on my
skin! The heat was intense, and I trembled in my bonds. “Can I touch your pussy, Caroline?” he asked, his hands slipping down
to massage the area where my ass meets my thighs.

“Yes, please, sir,” I replied. He slid a lone finger into my sopping cunt, and I almost exploded right then. I was grateful
for the cuffs, since I might well have collapsed on top of him from the combination of arousing sensations he was provoking.

“I see you like what I’ve been doing to you,” Chad commented. “Do you want me to continue—or are you ready to be fucked?”
What a delicious dilemma! I wanted both, but I decided I wanted his dick more than anything else.

“I want your cock inside me,” I told him, hoping that he wanted that, too.

“Good girl,” he said, his words of praise making me beam. Even though I knew people were watching, I was so wrapped up in
the pleasure Chad was giving me, I could only focus on us. He was unlocking all of my secret, long-held kinky fantasies. If
my hands had been free, I’d have massaged my clit, but instead I just pressed against the wood in front of me, striving for
some friction.

Before long, his hot cock was plunging inside me, while his body ground against mine. Being mashed between him and the wood,
his hips pressing against my hot ass cheeks, was arousing beyond belief. I was dripping wet, and knew he could feel how much
he’d
turned me on. “I had a feeling that you’d be a perfect sub,” he said to me as his cock sawed in and out. Each stroke managed
to make me tremble, and I let out a cry. “Everyone out there saw what a filthy girl you are, one who needs to be punished
as often as possible,” he continued. The more he talked, the wetter I got, until finally I came, my body seeming to ricochet
back and forth, against him, then against the cross, while he shoved his cock all the way inside me once more. Then I felt
his warm come bathing my cunt, while his head slumped forward onto my shoulder. He slid out, then undid my bonds and wrapped
me in a blanket.

We talked quietly in a corner while I sipped some water. We eventually got dressed, watched a few other scenes, then he came
home with me and spent the night. Chad opened me up to a whole new world of pleasure, and now that I know it exists, there’s
no way I’m going back to my vanilla lifestyle!

—Ms. Caroline G., Memphis, Tennessee
     

The average person wouldn’t be able to tell by looking at me, but there’s nothing I love more than taking a good, solid spanking
on my bare ass. Sometimes, it’s all I think about all day. Lucky for me, my boyfriend, Brad, gets off on spanking me. On our
first date, he
happened to brush against my ass and I blushed. After staring at his strong, manly hands all night, I was absolutely wet.
I inched closer to him, and he kept placing his hand on my ass for increasingly long amounts of time. Finally, when we walked
back to my place, his hand was basically glued to my ass cheek, squeezing and fondling it.

We didn’t talk about the fact that his hand was sending sparks from my ass to my pussy, almost making it difficult to walk,
but we both knew that it was turning us on. Our conversation had ground to a stilted halt as we got caught up in the anticipation
of what would happen once we were in private. Brad walked behind me as I headed up the stairs. When he pressed up against
me, I felt his erection poking through his pants. We’d moved far beyond the usual getting-to-know-you conversation, so when
he began kissing my neck as I opened my door, I pressed my ass back toward his hard cock.

After what seemed like hours but was only minutes, we were finally safely ensconced in my room. I quickly shed most of my
clothes, so I was only wearing a tiny undershirt, bra, and panties while Brad was in his boxers, our clothes strewn all the
way from the front door to the bedroom floor. I straddled him, wiggling against his cock while teasing him with brief glimpses
of my hard nipples. I pulled down my bra and shirt, then pulled them back up, then all of a sudden the light, teasing tone
of the evening seemed to vanish.
My heart pounded wildly as Brad took my hands, held them behind my back, and managed to flip me over so I was lying across
his lap.

Having my ass up in the air facing him like that had my pussy fluttering with desire. When he placed one hand on the small
of my back and pinched each ass cheek, as if testing them, I moaned. Then he raised his hand, bringing it down sharply against
my half-covered cheek. My skin smarted from the smack, but before I had time to process this delicious sensation, he hit the
other ass cheek. Soon he was moving at a swift, steady rhythm, covering my entire ass with his wonderfully harsh slaps.

“Nadine, you have a beautiful ass. Can you feel how hard I am? As soon as I’ve had my fill of spanking you, I’m going to fuck
that pretty pussy of yours,” he crooned, and his voice further lulled me into a sexual trance. My face was flushed, surely
as much as my reddened ass, and he kept telling me what a dirty girl I was for luring him with my curvy behind. He promised
me I would remember the feeling of being splayed across his lap until the next time I saw him. I couldn’t wait. His fingers
seemed to be all over, covering the far reaches of my cheeks, stretching to my sensitive upper thighs and finally nudging
apart my legs to stroke my wet folds. When he slid two fingers into my slippery pussy, I moaned, then bit my arm to stay quiet
while he stroked me just enough to almost make me come, then stopped.

He returned to spanking me, his fingers wet with my juices, as if he hadn’t just brought my whole body whirling into a hurricane
of arousal. His smacks became more intense, and I felt their impact deep within my body. He was strong enough that each smack
literally made my body shake. He began to focus on that special place right above my pussy so I could feel the impact of his
hands reverberating through my sex. I raised my head and turned, getting a brief glimpse of his hand connecting with my butt
before I had to shut my eyes again.

I could have lain across Brad’s lap for hours. My burning bottom made it feel as if he’d spent the entire night spanking me,
rather than a mere half hour of his powerfully delivered thwacks. My pussy was on fire and more than ready to be seared with
his cock. He lifted me up and placed me on my stomach, then quickly got on top of me, shoving my legs apart to make room for
his cock. I liked the way he took charge, arranging my body to his liking, which became my liking as well; knowing he wanted
me got me even more turned on. The minute his cock slid inside my cunt, I was in total bliss. His body glided against mine,
and unlike the way his hands had firmly spanked my ass, his cock was hard but didn’t pound into me, seeming to move gracefully,
as if it belonged in my cunt.

I could still feel the glowing warmth of his smacks, especially when his stomach brushed against my ass cheeks. The combined
friction of his dick pressing into
my cunt and his contact with my pleasantly sore hot skin drove me wild. I thrust back against him with all my might, ratcheting
things up a notch. Brad took his cue from me. His gentle thrusts became solid shoves, his cock now slamming full force into
my pussy to reach my deepest point. When he took my ass cheeks in his hands, keeping me still and also applying more pressure
to my tender flesh, I moaned loudly. He kept on playing with my ass while his cock overtook me, even sliding his dick out
at one point to deliver a few final blows to my behind. His smacks felt even more intense coming on top of my earlier spanking.

By now, though, my pussy simply couldn’t get enough, and when he turned me on my back and slammed his dick into me again,
I convulsed in orgasm. My pussy tightened, then released a splash of my juices as I came. Brad, appreciating this added wetness,
lay down so his body pressed mine into the bed and invaded my cunt with his dick a few more times before he spurted his load
inside me. With his weight crashing on top of me, my tender ass got another treat as it ground against the now-warm sheets.
When we finally separated, I turned over onto my stomach, then sat up on my knees and admired my reddened behind in the mirror,
grateful for the cool air wafting against it. Brad leaned down and kissed my rosy bottom, adding a few pinches for good measure.
He was right; I haven’t been able to stop thinking about his spankings since that first date, but lucky for
me, he’s now my boyfriend and it doesn’t take much coaxing to get him to take his hand to my ass any time I desire.

—Ms. Nadine R., Washington, D.C.
     

I’ve always been interested in bondage, so when I met Beth, who on our first date confessed her fondness for being tied up—as
well as tying guys up—I was immediately intrigued. We’d met through a mutual friend who’d simply told me that she was stunning,
and that was true—Beth is tall and thin, with perfect skin, long blonde hair, and big boobs. The best thing about her, as
I quickly found out, is her willingness to try almost anything. She confessed to all manner of sexual high jinks as we enjoyed
our meal, and she got my mind racing and my cock stiffening as I wondered what kind of fun the two of us could have together.

As she sat there in a silky tank top, playing with the shoulder strap while she ate her meal, I had a vision that I simply
couldn’t get out of my mind: her tickling me while I was immobilized, making my cock hard while she made me laugh. I don’t
even really know where it came from, but once it planted itself in my mind, I couldn’t get rid of it. However, with her anything-goes
attitude, I had a feeling Beth would be all for my little game. That first night, we experimented with all kinds of sexual
positions—missionary, reverse cowgirl,
on the floor, standing up—and I kept my tickling fantasy to myself.

But the next morning, as we emerged from our blissful postsex sleep, I said to her, “I have an idea that I think could be
a lot of fun for both of us. I want you to tie me up and tickle me, and you have one hour to make me laugh. If you succeed,
then we have sex however and wherever you want—if you don’t, then I get to pick. Just the idea of not being able to move while
you tease and tickle me has made me so hard,” I said, putting her hand on my cock so she could feel how stony my cock had
become.

“Okay, I’ll do it,” she said, her eyes twinkling. “But only if my friend, Helen, can join us. She’ll be there for backup,
which is perfect because she loves tickling almost as much as I do.” Who was I to say no to another hot girl joining my fantasy?
We scheduled our little tickle challenge for the next night, and from that moment on, it was all I could think about.

Finally, the moment of truth arrived. At Beth’s request, my attire consisted solely of silk boxers. I was absolutely confident
and figured that even on the off chance that I lost, I was still in for a sexy night. Beth had gone all out, procuring a special
chair that would enable her to tie me firmly to it. First, she secured my arms to the chair, making sure they were extended
upward so she had room to reach my armpits. I knew what was in store for me, and was slightly apprehensive about the tickling
to come, but I was even more
aroused at the pleasures that awaited me. Then she took a feather duster and trailed it along my skin, making sure to poke
the ticklish toy under my arms while I bit my lip so as not to take any chances. Then the duster trailed lower, down over
my nipples, which had hardened into little pebbles, and along the thin fabric of my boxers. When the warm-up was over, Beth
peeled off my boxers, then cuffed my ankles to the chair legs. The sensation of not being able to move made my cock all the
harder. I tested my bonds but happily found that I couldn’t escape, though that didn’t prevent me from wiggling, reveling
in my bondage.