Letters to Penthouse XXXII (32 page)

Vanessa grew even bolder during the ride to my place, putting her hand on my thigh and then moving it up to stroke my dick
through my pants. So far, she’d made all the moves, and I hoped she knew that would change once we were home. I am always
the top, and since she’d sought me out, I assumed that she understood.

I shouldn’t have worried, though, because the minute my apartment door closed behind us, Vanessa grew demure. After leading
her to my bedroom, I grasped her upper arms and pressed my mouth to hers, noting that her hands stayed by her sides. Her lips
opened only at the insistence of my tongue, and with her breasts pressed against my lower chest, I swabbed the inside of her
mouth before turning her around and guiding her to my large, antique four-poster bed.

Vanessa remained still as I undressed her, moving only to help me remove her clothes. For the time being, I remained clothed
and told her to lie down as I collected my toys. These included cuffs, ropes, and a blindfold, as well as a ball gag, just
in case. I also left a vibrator and butt plug within reach, since I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do. Actually, I wanted to
do
everything, because she looked so sexy staring up at me with her big blue eyes.

I started with her hands, pulling her arms high over her head and wrapping nylon cuffs around her wrists. These were attached
to straps, which I looped around the upper posts of my bed and then tied tightly back at her wrist cuffs. For her feet, I
wrapped lengths of clothesline around her ankles and secured them with tight knots at the bottom bedposts.

When I was done, I stood back to survey Vanessa with her arms raised high and her legs spread in a wide “V” that kept her
cunt splayed open. Her peeled-back labia were slick with her sweet juices, her clitoris erect and vulnerable. My mouth began
to water as I considered taking it between my teeth, and my dick throbbed mightily as I wondered what else I should do to
her.

She tugged to test her bonds as I looked down, but no matter how hard she pulled, they held tight. Then, as I reached for
the black leather strap I use as a blindfold, her blue eyes opened wide, only to close the second before I placed it over
her face. Her last image was of me looming over her, and only when her world was dark did I get undressed.

Vanessa hadn’t made a sound since we’d entered the apartment, which meant we wouldn’t be needing the gag. Since that left
her mouth available to me, I moved to the side of the bed, touched her chin, and turned her face toward me. Then I placed
my cock by her lips and
said, “Open wide.” Once she had obeyed, I slowly fed her my length.

Vanessa took my crown and then every inch of my thick shaft down her throat. When she reached bottom, I held her there with
a firm grip on her head, savoring the feel of her muscles tightening and releasing as she swallowed. Then I pulled back so
that only my cockhead was between her lips. She took me down a second time without having to be asked, before pulling up
again, her mouth forming a tight “O” around my dick. She repeated this motion again, developing a nice, easy rhythm that grew
faster as she sucked.

When the liquid in my balls started to boil, I guided her at a more leisurely pace, one that wouldn’t make me come so fast.
I wasn’t done having fun with her mouth yet and wanted to save my orgasm for later. I soon decided to end the blowjob completely.
When I pulled my cock from her lips, a string of saliva kept us attached for a moment longer, until it broke and ran down
her chin.

I climbed between Vanessa’s legs, and when she felt my weight on the mattress, she tried bending her legs into position to
be fucked. Of course, she couldn’t do that—the lengths of rope that bound her ankles were short, forcing her to remain spread-eagled.
That made me want to tease her, so I leaned forward and nipped lightly at her breasts while my cock just barely grazed her
pussy, which was dripping wet. Groaning, she arched her hips as high as she could, which wasn’t far
because of how she was tethered to the bed. Laughing, I moved out of the way as I continued playing with her tits. The tips
were hard and flushed a dark, deep pink, and I licked around her areolas as I continued skimming her cunt with my dick.

I knew that Vanessa wanted more and wondered if things would have been different if she hadn’t been tied up. Could she have
maintained her control, or would she have reached out to grab me and pull me deep inside? I figured that it was the former;
something about her said that she was a natural submissive, even though she was the one who’d sought me out. I had a feeling
that whether or not she was bound, she would lie there with her eyes closed tight and let me do whatever I wanted to her.
I considered untying her to test my theory, but seeing her in cuffs and ropes was too much of a turn-on to change gears now.

As I continued swiping my cockhead up and down along her slit, she moaned and writhed beneath me, conveying her need for more.
I also needed more—more bondage, that is—so I reached for the gag on my nightstand. Although it wasn’t necessary, I parted
her lips and popped the rubber ball into her mouth. She lifted her head without being told, so I could buckle the straps behind
her and ensure that they were tight. Then, when I was satisfied that she couldn’t remove it no matter how hard she tried,
I turned my attention back to her pussy, which had been dripping for so long
it had formed a large damp spot on the sheet beneath her ass.

Vanessa’s moans were now muffled, but I could still hear them loud and clear. Her head thrashed from side to side as I went
back to nudging her clitoris with my dick, though every so often I’d slip just the tip into her hole. When I did that, she
reared up in an effort to swallow more of my length with her cunt, but I always moved away at the last minute so that my penis
remained just beyond her reach. Then I’d dip back down to give her a quick taste of what she was yearning for, and then quickly
move out of the way again.

Vanessa’s fists were balled tight as she endeavored to cope with the frustration of not being able to come just yet. It was
evident on her face and I felt it, too, and it was becoming more and more difficult to keep my cool. Having my dick that close
to her cunt didn’t help, so I moved down on the bed to torment her pussy with my tongue. A gasp escaped from around the ball
gag as I flicked at her hardened clit, and then I grabbed the vibrator, turned it on, and let it buzz there until I couldn’t
stand it anymore. Tossing the toy aside, I quickly replaced it with my cock, which I shoved deep inside her with one hard
thrust.

Having lost all desire to play, I got right down to the business of sawing in and out of her slippery hole. My balls were
flapping violently against her ass as I filled her pussy with my cock and pinched her nipples between my forefingers and thumbs.
Vanessa’s body
began jerking almost immediately and then went tense as an orgasm flowed through it, the muscles in her canal tightening around
my shaft.

Vanessa continued to moan so loudly that I could hear her regardless of the gag. I gave her a few more thrusts with my dick
until my willpower ran out and the floodgates opened wide. I filled her with a rush of my sticky white cream, and then, as
quickly as I had slid into her cunt, I pulled away.

Leaving Vanessa bound, blindfolded, and gagged, I cleaned up and got dressed, and then I undid her bindings in the same order
I’d put them on. When I finished, she whispered a hoarse “thank you,” and then I helped her into her clothes. I drove her
back to her car and gave her my number before driving away. I have a feeling I’ll be hearing from her before much time has
passed, but until then, I have a mental picture of her bound to my bed, lying spread-eagled, to which I can masturbate. It
may not be as good as the real thing, but in the meantime, it will do.

—Mr. David C., Phoenix, Arizona
     

After a long day at the office, I got on the bus to go home. I was expecting to doze off for part of the ride, but found myself
seated across from one of the sexiest
men I’ve ever seen. His skin was tan, and he was tall—probably six feet—with dark black hair. He was rugged and strong, and
his lips begged to be kissed. He was one of those people who simply exude sex, and I certainly wasn’t the only person on the
bus checking him out. Yet for all his brute strength, I saw something else in his demeanor, something that led me to believe
if we were alone, things might go something like the fantasy I had when I closed my eyes and allowed myself to dream.

He is lying on a bed of black velvet, his hands and feet bound to the four posts of my bed. A blindfold covers his eyes while
he lies there, patiently waiting for my next move. Candles radiate a soft glow, making his skin even more golden and inviting.
While I finish preparing for our evening, tying him up with four of my silk scarves, his cock grows hard in anticipation.
Before I make a move, I take a moment to admire his naked body, his cock standing up proudly, his body displayed just for
me.

I turn on the stereo and a throbbing beat surges through the room, causing him to turn his face toward me. When he starts
to speak, I place my hand over his mouth. “I only want to hear the music and the sound of your moans,” I whisper. Then I kneel
beside him on the bed and my hands reach out to touch his hard flesh. I love being so completely in control and able to do
with him as I wish. I could straddle him easily, plunging his cock inside me, or tickle him, or tease him by feeding
him my pussy with intermittent, momentary brushes of my lips over his.

I begin with his face, lightly caressing him through the blindfold, then over his cheeks, memorizing the way his skin feels.
I move on to his neck, feeling the blood rushing through his veins, the rapid beat of his heart, while he twists his body,
writhing against his inescapable bonds.

I know he doesn’t actually want to escape, because he’s making little moaning noises and his cock is bobbing. I move to his
shoulders, digging my fingers into them as I massage him. I continue down his chest, pinching his nipples as I go and smiling
as I watch him squirm. I move between his legs, feeling his muscles flex, his body straining for my touch. I knead his calves,
then grab some oil and begin to massage his feet. The more I stroke him from his heels up the soles of his feet to his toes,
the more he twitches, clearly wanting my touch a bit higher up. I press my thumbs into his soles, even though my mouth is
salivating for a taste of his cock. A scarf presses against his ankle, and I lean down to kiss him where his flesh is bound.

Then I lick my way down until I’ve taken his big toe between my lips. He really starts to buck now, his body rising up off
the bed as I rub my tongue along his toe, then down the length of his sole. My pussy is getting wetter by the minute, so I
finally move on to his cock. I crawl over so that his cock is nestled against my pussy, which I rub against his hardness,
making his
dick slick and shiny. I relish the feel of him—hot, hard, electric, pulsing. He is mine to use as I see fit. Instead of fucking
him just then, I slide back and bring my mouth to his cock. I can’t resist sucking him off because his tempting pole has been
waving in front of me all this time. I cup his balls and slide my finger around to caress his asshole as I slide my lips down
his length.

He makes a pleading noise as I thrust my finger into him, up to the first knuckle. His body’s trembling as I suck him and
fuck him at once, and I can feel that he’s close to coming. Before I can forestall his orgasm, he climaxes, and I have to
swallow quickly so I don’t spill a drop. I keep sucking until he quiets, and then I undo the scarves that have been trapping
him, but I leave the blindfold on as I massage his wrists. He moves to try to finger-fuck me, but I grip his arm tightly.
“There’s something else I want from you,” I whisper, and before he can say another word, I climb on top of him and plant my
pussy on his face.

All I can see are his blindfolded eyes and forehead, and I grab his hair with one hand as I ride him, mashing my cunt against
his mouth while his tongue laps my sex. He’s good at what he does, and when I tug on his hair, he speeds up the pace. I lift
myself up every few seconds to give him some air, and he takes deep breaths. I rock back and forth against his lips, treating
his mouth like my own private sex toy—which, at the moment, it is. His hands are unbound but they might as well still have
the scarves wrapped around them, because he is 100
percent mine, obediently keeping his hands still as he eats me.

I rise up so my cunt is almost out of reach, forcing him to stick his tongue all the way out, raising his head slightly and
making an “unnh” noise, begging for my sweet nectar. My thighs ache from holding the position, but it’s worth it to see the
look of raw need etched across his features. When I do once again grant him access to my pussy, he is so grateful that he
plies my clit perfectly. I turn around to see that his cock is once again at half mast and getting harder, and now I want
to experience the full power of what he can do with that tool.