As Chloe slammed the flogger down against my husband’s shoulders, I sneaked a peek at her fast-moving arm, watching the green suede whiz through the air and Neil bounce slightly with each blow. Since his arms and legs were tied, the impact was even more intense, and I knew his dick had to be aching. When the flogging was over, Chloe looked down at me, but seemed to forgive me for my sneaky masturbation. “Jane! Get up on this bed right now. You’ll be punished later for touching yourself, but now you’re going to do double duty and get your husband off while licking my pussy. Do you understand?” she said, all the while untying Neil and turning him over to reveal his large, impressive erection sticking straight up.
She moved him onto one side of the bed and tugged me up by my hair. I scrambled up next to Neil, positioning myself so I could both stroke his cock with my hand and lick Chloe’s pussy. “That’s good,” she said, stroking my hair while I savored all of her juicy pussy, remembering how she liked to be licked slowly and thoroughly. Meanwhile, Neil was writhing beneath me, his arousal spurred on by watching my cunt-licking. Finally, both of them climaxed within moments of each other. Chloe’s pussy unleashed a torrent of her salty juice, which I dutifully swallowed, while Neil erupted onto my hand. As my reward, Chloe strung me up with rope in Neil’s former position and teased my pussy and clit, and all I could do was struggle against the ropes that bound my wrists and legs. When she finally pushed her fingers inside my pussy, I was so worked up, I came in a flash. That was just the start of our deliciously naughty weekend. I’m still at Chloe’s, relaxing while she’s out, but I expect her back any minute for one final kinky pleasure session before we head home. If it’s as stirring as this one was, I’ll be sure to let you know all about it.
—Ms. Jane K., Cambridge, Massachusetts
Cashier and Customer Play Out Their Favorite Sexy Reader Letters
After many years of enjoying the letters in Penthouse Variations from your readers, I finally have my own story to share. It involves a fun way I’ve used your magazine to spice up my sex life.
I had gotten to know Betty, the clerk at the adult store where I buy my Variations, so well that we’d wind up discussing our favorite letters. Finally, after so many afternoons of what amounted to dirty talk, I asked her out. We have a hot time whenever we get together, and every time a new issue comes out, I know I’ll get to see her. When I go in to buy the magazine, Betty picks a number. Whichever letter is closest to the page number picked becomes the letter we imitate, ensuring us a wild and exciting time. Betty’s very pretty, with curly blonde hair, beautiful skin, and a gorgeous, well-proportioned body. The best thing about her is that she’s always up for anything. Sometimes, she’s even more adventurous than I am. She has definitely brought out my kinky side.
The first time we tried this game, Betty got to pick. She wound up choosing “The King and I” from your twenty-fifth anniversary issue. I got very turned on when I read about the woman in the letter using nipple clamps, and I could clearly picture Betty wearing them. We both read the letter silently, and then I looked at her. Already, I could feel my demeanor change as I assumed my dominant role. She looked up at me almost shyly, as if she truly were my slave. I grabbed her roughly, smashing my lips against hers. She looked startled, but when I slipped my hand between her legs, I found her completely wet. Clearly, she also got off on the idea of submitting to me. “I’ll pick you up when your shift’s over,” I said. Then I marched over to the clothing rack and grabbed a handkerchief top and extremely short latex skirt and shoved them at her. “You’ll be wearing these, with no bra and no panties,” I instructed before I left. I felt pumped up, energized with excitement. I went home and read the entire issue, then let my mind wander as I fantasized about all the things I could do with Betty while she was under my control.
When I returned to pick her up, my cock was totally stiff. I’d forced myself not to jerk off because I knew it would be better once I sank my cock into her pussy. She was waiting right inside the doorway for me and was wearing the skimpy attire. She ran to the car, hopping in and slamming the door. I immediately reached under her skirt to make sure she’d obeyed my order. “Good girl, I’m glad to see you did exactly as I told you.”
She smiled at me, but as my fingers probed more deeply, I could tell that she got off on my praise. I drove to her place, and she reached for my cock when we got inside. “No, no, no,” I told her. “You’ll have my cock when I say you can, no sooner. We have some business to take care of first,” I went on, my voice calm despite my raging cock.
I opened her blouse, exposing her breasts, then pinched her nipples between my fingers. She writhed, clearly loving the attention. “If you like that, you’re going to love what I have for you,” I said, letting go and quickly grabbing the chained nipple clamps I’d purchased just for her. I traced the metal lightly over her pussy before bringing the clips to her nipples. When I opened up one of the clothespin-like contraptions and let it close around her nipple, she gasped with pleasure. Her eyes were taking in every move I made. “Close your eyes,” I snapped, and she quickly obeyed. I put the other clamp on and admired her tits, which were holding the clamps upright. I tugged on the chain while stroking my fingers over her slit, finding her as wet as I’d imagined she’d be.
I moved closer so I could whisper in her ear. “You know what else happens in that letter we read, right?” She let out a garbled moan as we both recalled the master finger-fucking his slave in her ass. I walked in front of her, holding on to the chain as I led her slowly, making sure her eyes were closed. We got to the bedroom and I told her to lie facedown across the bed, knowing the clamps would then press more firmly against her buds. I poured some lube onto my fingers and slid them along her asscrack before pushing one and then two fingers inside. I simply couldn’t wait, and my cock was raring to get inside her. Just like in the letter, I had a small vibrator handy. “I’m going to fuck your ass now, but you can’t come until after I do.” She didn’t say anything, so I turned her head so she was facing me. “What did you say?” I demanded of her.
“Yes, sir,” she said, quickly catching on to the response I was seeking. I turned on the vibe and slid it against her clit while my cock slowly entered her ass. This part was my idea, but I knew it would be a true test to require her to wait out her orgasm. Her back-door was so tight, it was difficult for me to hold out. I teased her with the vibrator, pressing it against her clit, then taking it away randomly so she couldn’t get used to the pattern. Then I plunged my cock all the way into her ass and simultaneously pressed the vibe tight against her hard hub. Her breathing was becoming increasingly shallow, and I felt her ass clenching around me as she struggled to obey my command. “Please,” she whispered, her voice catching on the word as I worked the toy in a circle. She felt so good that not only didn’t I have the heart to tease her, I had to come myself. I spurted my hot come deep into her ass, then replaced the vibe with my fingers, pushing my thumb into her pussy while my fingers brushed her clit. She had obviously been waiting eagerly for me to come because she shuddered, flooding me with her juices after only a moment.
The next time I came into the store, she already had a letter bookmarked for me. As much as the guessing game had been fun, I liked that she had already planned what she wanted to try. This one involved having her blindfolded with her arms tied behind her while she sucked me off.
That night, I waited until the shop closed, then locked the door and dimmed the lights. I backed her up against the wall, covering her eyes with my hand. “Is that what you want, Betty? To suck my cock like the girl in the story? I know it is,” I said as I felt her tremble. I told her to say out loud, five times, “I was born to suck cock,” since that’s what the letter writer liked to say.
She got out the first sentence, but as she started to repeat herself, I turned her around and tied the blindfold around her eyes. She stuttered slightly, but finished her sentence, and she even managed to blurt out her need to give me a blowjob while I fastened he
r wrists behind her back with some padded handcuffs. But when I urged her onto her knees and shoved my cock between her open lips, she started having some trouble speaking. I felt the vibration as she spoke against my shaft, and reached down to hold the back of her neck as she gobbled my cock.
She was a sight to behold, with her eyes covered and arms immobilized, as my length slipped in and out of her open mouth. I couldn’t believe how much those details enhanced her cocksucking, but they did. I felt incredibly powerful having her under my command and guiding her mouth up and down my dick. When she deep-throated me then swallowed, her mouth tightening around my cock, I couldn’t hold back anymore. “I’m going to come,” I grunted, my voice low and deep as I pulled her lips off me and she quickly opened her mouth, extending her tongue to receive my come. I jerked my cock and, with a few fast pumps, began shooting my load. Most of it flew into the air, but a few drops landed on her tongue. She quickly swallowed them, smiling up at me. I undid her bonds and fondled her pussy, knowing she’d be soaking wet. I pressed three fingers inside her, and when she moaned, I added a fourth, fucking her steadily until she exploded with her own powerful climax.
Fortunately, her store gives us access to lots of interesting toys, and countless ideas come from your magazine. I’m already looking forward to next month.
—Mr. Oscar H., Austin, Texas
From Silk Scarves to Ropes, They Find Fun Ways to Explore Bondage
The first time I ever tied my girlfriend, Sonya, to the bed, we realized that we were both huge bondage fans. At the time, we didn’t have anything else handy, so I used silk scarves. While we’d been tussling, I’d gotten her naked, delighting in the sight of her gorgeous, tanned skin, her pert ass and generous breasts. Her hands had automatically gone over her head, and I noticed how much she responded when I wrapped my hands around them, so I looked around for something to tie them with. I rummaged under the bed for her pile of scarves, coming up with two sheer red ones. I fastened them around her crossed wrists, then pulled the fabric gently into knots. “Make them tighter,” Sonya commanded, struggling against the bonds.
I pulled the material taut so there was no possibility of escape. “Yeah, like that,” she moaned as she flexed her fingers, grateful to be bound and under my control. Her strong arms were no match for the beautiful scarves and their sturdy knots, and when she spread her legs in an open invitation, I slid my fingers along her slippery folds. She was totally wet, and the more she maneuvered her arms, the wetter she got. It was time to turn things up a notch.
I untied her wrists, only to find her pouting in disapproval. “Don’t worry, I’m going to string you up good,” I said, and she moaned once more. I grabbed some more scarves, spread her legs and arms wide, then tied each limb to one of the four bedposts. Once she was securely spread-eagled, completely open and available to me, I sat back to look at my handiwork. Her arms and legs were taut enough that I could see the strain on her muscles. She wiggled a little, but there was no give to her bonds. She was held firmly in place, and I could tell it excited her by the way her chest heaved and her pussy glistened with wetness. Sonya’s full breasts were slightly flattened by gravity, but her rosy nipples were perky, those bright buds simply begging to be sucked. The sight of her looking so helpless and aroused got me even harder.
“Fuck me,” she begged, struggling against the scarves and arching her hips upward, offering me her pussy. I didn’t oblige her right away. I wanted to work her up to the point where she was desperate for my cock. I took off my clothes and let her get a good look at my body. My hard cock was already dripping and ready to plunge into her. Sonya was literally panting, but I continued to withhold what she wanted for a little while longer. First, I ran my hands slowly over her body, kneading her breasts and squeezing her nipples until she moaned. She was quivering all over, begging me to touch her clit and give her some relief. I would only toy with it, though, petting her thighs and fingering her cunt, nearing her clit then backing off.
“Please, do it. I need you to touch me there,” she pleaded. Instead, I straddled her, kneeling over her so my cock was in her line of vision, right above her pussy. I wrapped my hand around my dick and stroked myself up and down. I looked from her face to her cunt, tapping the head of my cock against her clit, teasing her with what she wanted most. I was totally enraptured by the sight of her squirming against her bonds beneath me, knowing she was aching for me to fuck her. It did not take long for me to come, shooting my load all over her chest and stomach.
Sonya almost howled in disappointment at not having my cock inside her. But I was far from through with her. I climbed off her and turned my back to her, pretending to ignore her, but secretly playing with my cock again for a few moments. When I’d gotten it semihard, I turned around, taunting her with my erection. When she saw my erection, Sonya again begged me to fuck her, and I could no longer resist her sweet pussy. I leaned over her and positioned my cockhead at her slick opening. Her cunt was soaking wet and I plunged in over and over again while she writhed and moaned, pretending that she wanted to get free, even though it was clear from the smile on her face and the wetness of her cunt that she was loving every minute of it.
Fucking my sexy girl while she was tied up encompassed every fantasy I’d ever had. I needed no more encouragement to start thrusting into her so hard that I pushed her down into the mattress, making her cry out in pleasure. When I placed my hands on her upper arms, further confirming her helplessness, she moaned loudly. “I like that,” she practically whispered, her voice hoarse with need, and as her pussy clamped down around my cock, I felt the truth of her soft words. It was such a turn-on that it didn’t take me very long to come a second time.
Spent, I collapsed on top of her body and, after a few seconds to catch my breath, reached to untie her. “Leave them awhile,” she said. “I love being your prisoner.”
So I sat back and gazed at her beauty in the flickering candlelight for another fifteen minutes or so. She still hadn’t come but began moaning and thrusting against the air as the eroticism of her bondage stirred her.
“You’re all mine,” I told her.
“You belong to me.” “Yes,” she hissed, finally coming. All it took was the briefest touch of my fingers to bring her aroused cunt to orgasm. By lightly stroking her wet folds, I’d sent her over the edge, her hips bucking up against me. The four bonds on her ankles and wrists tethering her to the bed were the only things holding her down. It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen, and I couldn’t resist sliding my fingers into her slippery folds. Immediately, she tightened around them, and I sank four fingers inside her. Before I knew it, I was finger-fucking her fast and hard, making her come again. Finally sated, I untied her and we both drifted off into a very satisfied sleep.
She had the day off, so I left her in bed the next morning. When I got home from work, Sonya was waiting for me, wearing nothing but a jeweled collar and a leather thong. Small silver hoops dangled from each pierced nipple. “I think I’m going to come in my pants,” I told her.
Instantly, she dropped to her knees and opened my fly. She pulled down my briefs and my cock sprang free. She licked the tip, then sucked my length into her mouth. Sonya moved her head up and down, slickening my cock with saliva as she deep-throated me. One hand toyed with my balls, lightly squeezing them as her tongue pleasurably tormented my cock. The unexpected blowjob, delivered with such passion and skill, had me coming less than two minutes after I’d walked in the door.
I settled onto the couch while she puttered around the living room. I couldn’t stop staring at her practically nude body. She caught my eyes boring into her and soon she came over to straddle my lap. As we made out, my hands automatically held her wrists behind her back. “Yes, take me.” Her words urged me on. I picked her up and carried her to my bedroom, where I was surprised to see a coil of rope lying on the floor.
“Tie me up again,” she said breathily, gazing hungrily up at me from her half-lidded eyes. “Make it tigh
t, the way I need it.”
With the length of rope I was able to get a bit more creative than I had with the scarves. I told Sonya to lie on her stomach on the bed and I bound her hands at the small of her back. Then I had her bend her knees and I bound her ankles to her wrists. The white rope contrasted nicely with her skin and got me totally hard.
There was some rope left, so I rolled her onto her side and wrapped it under her breasts, lifting them up, then I ran the rope back over her other shoulder to reach the knot at her wrists again. She looked so vulnerable lying there in that position, hardly able to move. I ran my finger over her cunt, and sure enough, she was dripping wet. “Do you like that, Sonya? Do you like being at my mercy?” I asked, my voice low.
“Yes, I love it,” she said. I dropped my trousers, pulled her body to the edge of the bed, and spread her knees apart so I could get at her cunt. I rubbed my cock against her opening, and she cried out, flapping her legs open and then closed as much as she could within the confines of the ropes. I held her knees apart and watched her shudder as she pressed up against me. “Yes, fuck me!” she yelled as she tossed her head back. I crouched slightly so my dick was positioned against her hole, then I began to fuck her.
I grabbed the knot of rope binding her body and held it as I pummeled into her from behind, thrusting hard while she moaned in ecstasy. I reached beneath her to fondle her nipples, flicking the rings lightly as my cock slammed deep inside her cunt. I pulled out and I gave her ass a quick slap, thrilled with the sound of flesh hitting flesh, then slid back inside her slowly. We were both on the verge of coming. I leaned down and whispered into her ear. “Do you like being my toy? Do you like being unable to do anything but take my cock over and over again?”
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