by Letters to Penthouse V- The Ways of Sexual Pleasure (epub)
I went to the dressing room without saying a word. I couldn’t believe I was in a ladies’ dressing room, ready to try on lingerie with a beautiful saleslady just outside the curtain. I was afraid someone might come in, but she said, “Don’t worry, it’s almost closing time.”
She handed me a pair of sexy black lace panties and a matching bra. I put them on—they fit perfectly. Annabel said, “Let me see,” and opened the curtain.
I felt a bit humiliated, yet excited at the same time. Annabel giggled, “Don’t you look sexy. Let me see what else I can find for you.” When she walked away, I left the curtain open.
She came back holding a pair of lacy black nylons and a matching garter belt. Then she went to the storage room and returned carrying a blond wig. She smiled and said, “Try this on.”
The hair came down to my shoulders, long and silky. I told her I felt like a complete woman. Annabel said, “I think I will rename you Nancy. Step out here, Nancy, and let me get a good look at you.”
I stood in front of her, waiting for her approval. She could tell how excited I was by the size of the bulge in my panties. “By the looks of things, you’re having as much fun as I am. There are a few things missing, but unfortunately, I don’t have them here, I will have to go next door to the dress shop.”
With that she walked out the door. A few minutes later, she returned with a bulging shopping bag. She pulled out a sexy red minidress, matching pumps and a black belt.
I put the garments on right there in front of her. I felt so at ease with her by that point. She said, “Now sit down and let me apply your makeup.”
First she applied foundation, then blush, eye shadow and bright-red lipstick. When she was through, she said, “Now look in the mirror and see what a pretty young thing you have become.” I felt so feminine.
Just then two ladies entered the store. I didn’t know what to do. Annabel said, “Don’t worry, they’re friends of mine,” before calling them over. I was so nervous, not knowing what they would think when they got closer. Annabel introduced them as Tatiana and Babette. Babette smiled and said, “And who is she?” To my utter dismay, Annabel told them the entire situation. Tatiana and Babette seemed to take it in stride, but I decided it was time to leave.
When I went back to the dressing room, I found that my clothes were gone. I looked over at the ladies. Annabel said, “If you are going to leave without my permission, then you will have to leave as Nancy.”
I walked over to Annabel and asked permission to leave. She said, “You must learn to listen to me. Now, as your first punishment, I want you to take off your dress and show Tatiana and Babette what you are wearing underneath.”
As I slowly took off my dress, I became excited and had no way to hide it. Annabel said, “Put your hands on your hips and turn around so we can see all of you. Do it now.” In a loud voice, Tatiana said, “Look how sexy she is in her garter belt and nylons.”
Babette said, “Annabel, I think she should be punished for getting so excited in her panties. Just look at that bulge!” Tatiana agreed.
Becoming more nervous, I said that I couldn’t help it if my cock was hard. Annabel said, “What was that I heard you say? From now on that is your pussy. Have you got that? Now I want you to ask Babette if you can pull your panties down and rub your pussy.”
I couldn’t believe what I was doing, but I looked at Babette and did as I was told. She smiled and said, “Yes, but only pull them down to just above your knees. Do it slowly.”
Annabel pulled a camera out of her bag and said, “Here, Tatiana. As Nancy rubs her pussy for us, take some pictures.”
I slowly pulled my black lace panties down and my hard cock—I mean pussy—popped out. I started rubbing it slowly. I was so excited, I knew it wouldn’t be long before I came. Soon huge globs of spunk were landing on the floor. The girls laughed the whole time. Annabel said, “Now didn’t that feel good? I think you need to thank Babette for letting you come.”
Still holding my pussy in my hand, I thanked Babette for letting me masturbate. She smiled and said, “Annabel, I think you’ve won this one over.”
Annabel then stroked my cheek and said, “There are going to be some rules. Do you want to be my live-in maid? Answer yes or no.”
I said, “Yes.”
Holding up my “man” clothes for me to see, she said, “Take one last look, because you won’t be needing these any more.” With that she threw them in the garbage.
Annabel continued, “From now on you will wear what I tell you to wear, except when you go to work, but you must wear pretty lingerie under your work clothes.” Babette and Tatiana watched me intently to see if I would agree to Annabel’s terms.
I said, “Yes. I will do as you say.”
“Good!” she exclaimed happily. “Now go put your dress back on and fix your lipstick. We need to buy you more clothes and makeup of your own.”
Babette added, “And she will also need a razor to shave all her body hair.”
“Yes,” Annabel said. “I expect your legs, underarms, chest and genitals to be smooth. You got that?”
I moved in with Annabel that very night. One day she told me that she had told her boss, Vince, about me. He wanted to meet me, so I had to come to the store and hang around all day. Annabel even made me assist some of the customers. I looked pretty good, but I think some of them could tell I was really a man.
Near the end of the day, Tatiana and Babette came in to see if Vince had arrived.
Just then he walked in. He was big and well-built with dark hair. Annabel locked the doors and brought Vince over to me. He said, “I hear you suck a mean dildo.” I was so nervous, I couldn’t respond.
Annabel turned to me and said, “Nancy, the girls and I set this up for you. Now do as you’re told. Kneel in front of Vince and ask permission to undo his pants and suck his cock.”
I assumed the position, knowing there was no going back. Vince gave me a big smile and said, “Get to it, Nancy.” Babette squealed and said, “I’ve got to get this on videotape.”
I pulled Vince’s pants down to his ankles. After I removed his underwear, his big cock nearly hit me in the nose. As I was about to suck my first cock, Babette yelled, “Hold it! Annabel, make Nancy fix her lipstick”
Annabel handed me a tube of bright red lipstick. I applied it slowly as Babette got it all on film. By that time pre-come was dripping from Vince’s cock. Annabel said, “Go ahead, take it in your mouth.”
And that’s just what I did. I couldn’t believe how natural it felt. Before long I had so much of his cock in my mouth that my nose was nestled against his balls. Vince grabbed my hair and said he was ready to come. Annabel said, “Nancy, I want you to swallow it all.”
Just then Vince started shooting his load down my throat. I swallowed as much as I could, but some dripped out the corners of my mouth. After Vince left, Annabel said, “Girls, I think Nancy is one of us now. And even if she doesn’t think so, we have the tape to prove it.”—N.E., Roanoke, Virginia
BORED WITH MARRIAGE, A HORNY LADY BECOMES A NASTY MISTRESS
I’m a thirty-year-old, married female. I am considered very attractive, with long red hair, a cute little ass and firm breasts. My husband works all day, then spends the evening getting drunk in some bar. He is usually so drunk by the time he gets home, I haven’t set eyes on his cock in over two years.
Because I am a very horny woman, I fell in the habit of fingering myself several times a day. Recently, however, I’ve found a new way to satisfy myself, and my new lovers are more than eager to satisfy my lust for sex.
I got into domination about six months ago after I started reading your magazine. Now I am treated like a queen by my sex slaves. I’ve known Ned and his foxy wife Erica for many years. I’ve always wanted to fuck both of them, so I put a plan into action.
Erica is a hairdresser with short blonde hair, tits nearly as big as mine and a knockout body. I called her at her salon, told her I needed a haircut and asked i
f she would stop by my house on her way home. She said she’d be by around six o’clock that evening. My next task was to get Ned to come over to my house before six. That was no problem. I called him up and asked him to help me move some furniture. He arrived at my house at four in the afternoon. I was wearing a pair of tight shorts and a skimpy tank top. Ned gave my body a good once-over as I led him down to the rec room in the basement. “What do you need moved?” he asked.
“Me,” I replied, removing my top, freeing my juicy tits and grabbing his crotch.
Ned said, “I’d like to, but I don’t screw around on Erica.”
I pushed him onto the bed and tied his hands to the posts with the ropes I had placed there for this occasion. Then I pulled down his jeans and ripped off his shorts, exposing his tasty dick. All the while Ned was begging me to let him go. “Not until I fuck your brains out,” I said before ravaging his cock with my mouth. It didn’t take long to bring his cock to attention.
I took off my shorts and lowered my aching pussy onto his cock. As I fucked him I told him that his sweet wife was coming by shortly, and that soon she would also be my prisoner. Soon Ned shot his load deep into my pussy. “I wonder what your beloved Erica will say when she finds your come inside me,” I teased.
“Please don’t say anything,” Ned asked. I just laughed. Then I took one of my dildos, greased it up and stuck it deep inside Ned’s tight ass. “That better be there when I get back,” I warned, “or your wife will get a good whipping.”
I took a bandanna and gagged his mouth with it. “See you soon, big boy,” I said as I headed upstairs. I put on a robe, hid a pair of handcuffs under a sofa cushion and waited for Erica. She showed up shortly after six.
Her skilled hands and fingers gave my scalp a good massage as she washed and conditioned my hair. When she admired my beautiful red hair, I said, “It’s all natural. Here, see for yourself.” With that I opened my robe and let her gaze at my flaming-red pussy. “Very nice,” Erica cooed.
After Erica was through styling my hair, I told her to have a seat on the couch. “I really need to get home,” she said, looking at her watch.
“Just a few minutes,” I begged.
We both sat down and made small talk. After a few minutes I told her that I’ve always wondered which of us had the biggest tits. “Let me check yours out,” I said.
Erica was more than willing. She unbuttoned her shirt and removed her bra. I pulled her close and gave her a wet kiss on the lips, then bent down and sucked her sweet nipples. “Let me show you something, baby,” I cooed as I took her hand and slipped one of her fingers up my cunt. I said, “Your dear husband was kind enough to give me just what I needed.”
“That bastard!” she yelled, getting up. “Just wait until I get home!”
“Not so fast,” I said, pulling her hands behind her back and handcuffing her. “I’ve got Ned tied up downstairs, and now you too are going to be taught a lesson,” I said as I marched her downstairs.
Once in the basement, I had Erica suck her husband’s cock. “Get it hard, baby. I want to fuck him again,” I whispered. Erica quickly bobbed up and down on Ned’s cock. I could tell by the look on his face that he was about to come. “Enough,” I said, pulling Erica away. Then I noticed that the dildo had slipped out of Ned’s ass. “Bad boy!” I yelled at him. “You know what this means.”
He just nodded. I went over and removed the gag. “Yes, Nicole,” he said.
I grabbed his balls and barked, “That’s Mistress Nicole—to both of you. Erica, get over here and bend over. I’m going to whip your ass.”
I grabbed a belt and whacked her ass until it turned beet red. “Please,” she begged, “I’ll service your every desire, my beautiful mistress.”
“Good girl,” I said as I licked her tingling ass. Because you have been so good, I have a special treat for you.”
I called out to my gardener, Derek, who is over six feet tall and very well-hung. Derek took his big black monster and rammed it deep into Erica’s cunt. He gave her a savage fucking before filling her with his juice.
I untied Ned and had him fuck me up my ass while Derek made him suck his dick. “Get it hard so I can fuck your wife’s delicious ass,” Derek screamed.
After Ned had made Derek’s cock as hard as a flagpole, I coated it with petroleum jelly and guided him into Erica’s tight ass. The two of them fucked like animals in heat. Finally he exploded deep inside her asshole.
I am now divorcing my husband and moving in with Ned and Erica. Not only do I keep them in line, but Ned has a foxy secretary who’s in need of a little discipline. She’s next.—N.G., Battle Creek, Michigan
BEWITCHED, BOTHERED AND BUTT-FUCKED BY A YOUNG BLACK BUCK
I’m a thirty-eight-year-old woman who was divorced a few years back. I’m about one hundred fifty pounds, five feet six inches tall, and I have large tits that always get plenty of attention.
I live in a small apartment building near a university, close to my job. Recently, a young black guy named Stephen moved into the complex. He is very handsome, and I found myself fantasizing about him. This embarrassed me, as I hardly knew him and I was sure he could read it on my face.
One day when I was coming home I bumped into Stephen. He’s only twenty-three years old, and a part-time student. He smiled and started making small talk. After a few minutes I asked him in for a drink. I don’t know where I got the courage. He immediately accepted my offer.
After several drinks it was obvious that he knew what was on my mind. He suddenly said, “You’d really like some black cock, wouldn’t you, bitch?” I was shocked, because he had been so kind and quiet before, but I found myself also wildly excited at his change of manner. Still, I didn’t know how to respond. He sneered a little, and said, “You need me to tell you what to do, don’t you?”
I had to look down before I could answer. “Yes, please. It’s been a long time for me. I’m not sure I’ll know what to do anymore.”
He didn’t hesitate. “To start off, you need your fat ass spanked, just to let you know who’s in charge. So get that nasty bubble-butt over here now!” I looked at him while I considered. He looked at me with a softer expression, and added, “You don’t have to, you know. We could play a different game.”
That made up my mind, and I slowly walked over to him. He became stern again, and told me that if I wanted my plump bottom reddened I was to take off my skirt and panty hose and get on his lap fast or he’d leave. I trembled a little as I dropped my skirt and slithered my panty hose down to the floor. I bit my lip and climbed onto his lap.
Stephen started spanking, slowly at first, watching my reaction, then faster and harder when I didn’t complain. After only a few swats the tears were streaming down my face, and I felt really turned on. After fifteen or twenty blows he stopped. My butt was really tingling, and it hurt—but it also felt wonderful. To say that I was confused is an understatement. Stephen started roughly kneading my flesh. Soon he was fingering my cunt, still slapping my ass from time to time with his other hand. I was so wet and worked up! I just closed my eyes and enjoyed the pleasure and the pain that were coursing through my body.
Stephen stopped before I could come. He turned to me and said, “You like having a big, black buck dominate you, don’t you? Don’t just look ashamed—if it’s true, tell me!”
I turned to look Stephen straight in the face and see if I could still find the gentle part of him in his eyes. I couldn’t see it anymore, but I said, “Yes. I want you to dominate me.” He smiled and told me to get off his lap and finish undressing so he could see my fat tits. I did. I stood naked before him. He didn’t touch me at first, just continued staring, a wicked grin on his face. It sent shivers down my spine. I was his emotional hostage.
He finally spoke. “I think you like being degraded and pushed around, and you want to serve me in any way I want—is that right?” The words shook me to my very core. I didn’t speak. He yelled, “Fuck you! I guess I’ll just leave.”
“Right about what?” Stephen drawled. He wanted me to say it myself.
I answered, “I want to please you, and I’ll do exactly as you say.” The cold smile came back to his face. He told me to get on the floor on my hands and knees and crawl over to him. I did. He undressed, and I was face to face with his half-hard prick. I knew what he wanted, so I started sucking.
When his cock was hard, he pulled away from my mouth, walked behind me and started to fuck me. I was dripping cunt juice down my legs by this time, but it wouldn’t have mattered how wet I was. He rammed into me so suddenly and so hard that it felt like he’d cut me. After a few strokes, though, I was pushing back at him fiercely every time he drove his dick into my pussy.
Stephen didn’t want me enjoying myself quite so much, though. After a short time he pulled out and leered, “Now I’m gonna ream your ass.”
I hadn’t counted on anything like that, and yelled, “No, it’ll hurt, it won’t fit.”
Stephen smacked me on the ass and said, “Of course, it’ll hurt—but I’ll make it fit.” I thought I’d die as he slowly pushed and wiggled his prick inside me. Tears of pain, humiliation and intense pleasure streamed down my cheeks. He rocked back and forth for what seemed like forever. From time to time Stephen smacked my ass. The intense feelings and emotions were incredible. It was like nothing I’d ever experienced before. I didn’t even know I could feel like this. It wasn’t like having an orgasm, but the pleasure was almost as intense, and continued as long as he was in me, not rising and falling the way an orgasm does.
Finally Stephen came, and the two of us fell in a heap on the floor. As I lay there I realized that he’d never even kissed me. He got up, sat on the chair and asked me my name. I said, “Helen.” He turned to me and told me that for an older, fat, white slut I was “better than average.”
He ordered me to get dressed as slutty as possible right away, because he was going to show me off to some of his friends. He said that my need to be used, abused, degraded and dominated would be truly fulfilled. I got dressed and we went out.
