Letters to Penthouse XXXXV

by Penthouse International

  I danced around a bit, letting him watch the latex flex and shine, and then I moved closer again. I lifted his cap from his head and threw it behind me before pulling off his shirt. Then I slid into his lap and rubbed my chest against his, letting him feel the latex—and me—in the process.

  As I moved against Kevin, my corset pressed against my nipples, creating a sweet friction. The latex squeaked as I slithered against him, and it was the most erotic sound I’d heard in a long time. My pussy was absolutely aching by then, and I knew I had to do something or I’d die.

  Kevin seemed to feel the same way I did, and he started moving his hands over my latex-covered body. He traced the lines of my corset first, sending shivers through me as his fingers tickled my ribs and spine. Then his hands dropped lower, to my ass, and he pushed the fine latex of the skirt gently between my cheeks. I shifted in his lap, wanting to get closer to him, and the movement shifted my skirt so that the front of it bunched up between my legs and rubbed against my pussy. The juices that had dribbled out of me already made the friction against my clit less intense, but it still gave me extreme pleasure.

  A moment later, one of Kevin’s hands slipped between our bodies and started rubbing my pussy through the latex. The added pressure was heavenly, and with each stroke against my pussy lips I got closer and closer to my climax. When his finger brushed the latex against my clit, it sent me over the edge. I shrieked in delight as my body shuddered with ecstasy.

  I was starting to come down from my orgasm-induced high, but Kevin wasn’t going to give up so easily. He pulled his hand away from my pussy, and then stood up and dumped me on the couch. He quickly shed the rest of his clothing and settled back on the sofa before pulling me on top of him again.

  As my body rested against his, my rubber outfit pressed against my skin—and his—in the most delicious way. He seemed pleased with the sensation, too, because I felt his dick begin to throb against my latex-covered thigh. That feeling didn’t last long, however, because the next thing I knew, he’d lifted my skirt and was rubbing his cockhead against my dripping pussy. Then he started fucking me, and as his cock slid in and out of my pussy, it brushed against the edge of my skirt, causing the latex to caress our skin in a whole new way.

  My corset was exerting the perfect amount of pressure on my sensitive nipples, Kevin’s hands were rubbing my ass through the back of my skirt, and then, with the latex hem lingering against my pussy while we fucked, I was ready to explode. Kevin sensed my pending climax and started thrusting faster, creating more friction between my skin and the luscious latex of my skirt. I felt like I was completely surrounded by rubber, and the sensation drove me over the edge.

  I came, shrieking with delight as my pussy spasmed around Kevin’s cock. The latex was still brushing against my mound, and it made my orgasm even stronger than I’d hoped it would be. When Kevin came a few seconds later, shooting his load deep inside me, his continuous thrusting ensured that the rubber never lost contact with my pussy. It felt so good that I’d barely finished coming and already I was having another orgasm!

  My latex skirt was slippery with sex juice by the time we finally finished, and I smiled at the prospect of having my new playmate clean and polish the sticky garment. I could tell it was going to be a long, fun night!

  —Ms. Kristin C., Via Email

  She Wears Pink Heels, So Her Master Makes Sure Her Bare Ass Matches Her Ensemble

  Gavin’s eyes bored into mine as I knelt on the floor in front of him, hands clasped behind my back, head tilted up toward him. The leash attached to my pink studded collar was slack, and I knew he was trying to decide exactly what sort of punishment would be best for me.

  I’d been a bad girl, and it was Master Gavin’s job to punish me and make sure I learned my lesson. I’d worn the wrong shoes on our date. Gavin had requested I wear my black heels, but I hadn’t written it down, assuming I’d remember. I didn’t remember, though, and instead I’d worn my pink heels, thinking they’d go nicely with my outfit.

  My boyfriend was looking at me with a wicked grin on his face. His lips curled up at the corners, and his eyes were full of mischief. Whatever he had planned for me was bound to be fun!

  “I hope you’ve thought long and hard about your recent transgression,” he said, his voice stern, and I nodded my head. “Good, because now it’s time for your punishment, and you know how I hate to punish my slave without first giving her time to contemplate her misdeeds.” I nodded again.

  Tugging on the leash, Master Gavin signaled that it was time for me to get down on all fours and follow him. I did as I was bidden and dropped my hands to the floor, crawling after him as he led me across the house. As we passed a sliding glass door, I caught a glimpse of myself in the reflection and smiled. I was wearing my black-and-pink polka-dot panties and matching bra, and the ruffled lace around the edges made it look classier, I thought. My dark hair was curled and pinned back like a fifties-style pinup girl’s would be, and my collar and leash matched my ensemble perfectly. Even my heels, the ones I’d gotten into trouble for wearing, looked great, and I smiled wider, knowing any punishment was worth it to look this good.

  When I felt my leash become taut, I hurried to catch up to my master. His long stride had brought him several feet ahead of me in no time. I made sure to keep up my pace for the rest of the short journey, and when we reached the playroom, I crossed the threshold right behind him.

  The playroom is the spare room that Gavin keeps off-limits to guests. It’s full of all our favorite toys, and there are handcuffs permanently affixed to the bedposts and a set of manacles and cuffs mounted on the far wall.

  Pointing to the floor, Master told me to sit and stay while he got out the implements he’d need for my punishment. I quickly sat and bowed my head, listening as he opened the toy chest and trying to figure out what he was pulling out of it. He was making too much noise, though, and I couldn’t even begin to guess exactly what was going to happen next.

  A moment later, he was in front of me again, and when he gently tugged my leash, I looked up at him. He had a crop in his hand that looked like a pretty pink rose, and I smiled. That’s my favorite one, because of both how it looks and how nicely it stings my bottom, and the fact that Gavin was using it—even though I’d misbehaved—meant that he’d long since forgiven me for disobeying his order. But the crop wasn’t the only tool he’d taken out for my punishment. There was also a spreader bar sitting on the floor.

  Gavin locked my ankles into place at the ends of the bar, and then my wrists were locked into the cuffs that hung from the ceiling. In this position, I wouldn’t be able to squirm out of his way when he whipped me, and it would be easier for him, too, since he’d have a greater range of motion without me lying across his lap.

  Master Gavin let the first blow land in the middle of my right butt cheek. I felt the heart-shaped petals leave their mark, but I didn’t complain. It was the sweetest feeling in the world, and I was already anticipating the next stroke.

  This one, too, landed firmly on its target: my left cheek. My ass tingled as it hit me—and so did my cunt. I knew that as soon as my master started whipping me harder, I’d be in seventh heaven, but I had to patiently accept his lighter swats first. Each time the crop hit me with greater force, and I started to wiggle my ass, giving him the motivation he needed to keep “punishing” me.

  I was overcome with pleasure after only ten or fifteen strokes, and I wondered if Gavin was as excited as I was, since I couldn’t feel his arousal like I could when I lay over his lap for a spanking. The way he caressed my burning flesh a moment later told me that he was as turned on as I’d hoped, and I knew my punishment wouldn’t last too much longer.

  I was right, and at the exact moment I decided that I couldn’t take another stroke of the crop, Gavin pressed himself against my back, his stiff dick rubbing against my warm ass through his jeans. He was teasing me, trying to get a rise out of me, and I stayed as still as possible, knowing that any other re
action would only cost me the reward I was so desperate to get. Master seemed pleased with my response, as I knew he would be, and he’d barely pulled away before he was in place again, this time with his pants unzipped and his naked cock rubbing against my butt.

  Without unhooking my limbs from their cuffs, he rubbed his cock up and down my ass for a moment before aiming it at my dripping-wet pussy. I felt his cockhead bump my sex, and I moaned as quietly as possible, letting him know how excited I was without getting myself into more trouble for making too much noise. Then I felt him pushing inside me, his fingers brushing my labia as he pulled his hand away and thrust his cock in as far as he could in that particular position.

  A second later he started to thrust, pulling himself all the way out and then pushing back in. It was strange to be fucking him without being able to do anything in response to his movements, but I moved as much as I could, wiggling my hips a few inches in either direction and squeezing him with my PC muscles every time he pulled out. I worried that it wouldn’t be enough for him, but when I felt his cock pulsing inside me and heard his breathing pick up as he huffed and puffed against my ear, I knew I was doing a good job.

  Soon he was coming, thrusting hard against me, his balls slapping my still-tender ass. I felt him shoot inside me, and then I felt my pussy flooding with his load. It was an intense feeling, and I wanted nothing more than to come, too, but I had to wait until Master said it was okay. Luckily, he can never say no to me, even when I’ve been a bad slave, and when I asked politely to be allowed to come, he gave me the permission I sought.

  My orgasm was intense, and I felt my juices gush out of me and flow in a river down my thighs. It was fantastic to come with Gavin and share an orgasm with my master, and I realized that the only time I ever came so hard was when I was being punished. Clearly, being bad is a very good thing!

  —Ms. Samantha C., Austin, Texas

  Woman Lets Out Her Inner Domme and Finds True Satisfaction

  In college, my friends always called me bossy, even bitchy. I couldn’t help it, though. I was raised to be independent, and it didn’t matter what the situation was, I needed to be in charge. The only time I ever let myself lose control was in the bedroom, and that was mostly out of fear that my dates wouldn’t appreciate my attitude and I’d end up alone and desperate to get laid. Then I started seeing Jake.

  We were together for about a year before I noticed the problems. We were compatible in every way. We got along perfectly—except in the bedroom. For the first few months, things were great, but after we hit that one-year mark, things started going south. No matter what we did, neither one of us seemed to enjoy the sex anymore. I bought self-help books, instructional videos, X-rated movies, and magazines, but nothing worked. We were simply sexually incompatible—or so I thought.

  Then one day I was reading the newspaper and came across a story about a fetish party held at a club in the city the week before. The party didn’t really sound all that impressive, but the sidebar about the dominatrix who hosted the event definitely caught my attention. She talked about how much better sexual relationships are when one party takes control, and then she discussed a couple she’d worked with, helping them to improve their sex life by teaching the wife to be more dominant in the bedroom. As I read the story, I felt myself getting excited.

  There was something about the thought of being completely in charge in the bedroom that I found appealing. My pussy started to get wet at the thought of being totally in control of my big, strong boyfriend.

  For a brief second I contemplated asking Jake what he thought of trying our own domme/sub role-playing game, but then I thought better of it. If I wanted to be in charge, I certainly couldn’t go around asking my slave if he was okay with it. I had to act like I was in control first, and then he’d have no choice but to fall in line. At least, I hoped it would work that way.

  That night I put my plan into action. When Jake lay down on the bed, I put on my best stern schoolteacher face and began to scold him.

  “What do you think you’re doing?” I said, my voice low and harsh. “Did I tell you it was okay to get in bed yet? Get up and get over here. Now!”

  Jake looked surprised by my sudden outburst, but instead of asking what the hell I was doing, he simply hopped off the bed and moved to stand in front of me, with his head bowed. His unquestioning acceptance of my command caught me off guard, and it took me a minute to shake off my surprise and put my game face on again. When I did, though, I really took charge.

  “Get those clothes off and get on the floor!” I demanded, my pussy tingling more with each word. It seemed like I was finally doing exactly what I should have done right from the start.

  Jake was naked in a heartbeat, and as soon as he had his clothes off and piled in the corner, he was on his knees in front of me. My assumed dictatorship in the bedroom felt so natural that I didn’t even have to think about what my next move would be. Jake, too, seemed more comfortable in his new role as my submissive, and when I demanded that he kiss my feet, he went straight to work without so much as a questioning look.

  He kissed the top of my foot a dozen times, then moved on to the toes, placing kisses on each one before laving them with his tongue, letting the moist tip dip into the spaces in between. It was a completely unique sensation, different from anything I’d ever felt before, and I absolutely loved it! When he moved on to my other foot, I tipped my head back and purred with pleasure. I couldn’t get enough of his mouth on my skin. I soon realized what I was doing, however, and quickly shooed him away with my foot; it wasn’t right to let him know how much I was enjoying him, at least not yet.

  “Take my clothes off!” I ordered next, and Jake, his dick rock-hard with excitement, was quickly back in action, trying to pull my shirt over my head in a wild, urgent fashion.

  “No!” I shouted. “Do it right! Unbutton the shirt first, then take it off properly.”

  Having been scolded twice already, Jake bowed his head briefly and started his task again, this time doing it my way. He worked each button of my blouse carefully, then eased the item off my shoulders and folded it neatly before laying it on the floor. My skirt was next, and he was as careful with the short, flimsy garment as he’d been with my blouse, unbuttoning and unzipping the side closure before inching it slowly down my hips. When I was standing in only my underwear, he looked up at me for a moment before carefully unclasping my bra and sliding my panties down my legs.

  Standing naked in front of him, I let his gaze linger on my body for a few seconds, watching as his eyes filled with awe. He’d always looked at me like I was the most beautiful woman he’d ever set eyes on, but the way he was staring at me now was much more intense.

  “Lick my pussy!” I hollered, the harsh words spilling out of my mouth and breaking into Jake’s silent reverie—and making my pussy tingle—before I even knew what I was doing. It seemed being a dominatrix really was the most natural role for me.

  Crawling between my legs, Jake maneuvered his body to find the best possible position for his most recent assignment. It took a moment for him to find a comfortable angle, but as soon as he was settled, I felt his tongue lapping at my pussy. He’s always been a good pussy-licker, but there was something different about it this time, and I wondered if our role-playing was making everything we did feel better than usual. I didn’t get to think about it long, though, since Jake was as busy as a beaver between my thighs, his tongue lapping furiously at my pussy. He was slobbering all over my slit, getting me wetter than I already was, and I had to force myself to give him at least one more command.

  “Make me come!” I demanded.

  With both of us ready to explode, Jake threw himself into his final task. His nose was buried in my slit as he licked my pussy. His tongue worked fast, lapping at every inch of cunt he could reach, and when he’d made my entire pussy slick with his spit, he started nibbling. His teeth worked gently along my cunt lips, sending tingles through my body with each nip. It was almost
too much for me, but I was able to control myself. When he reached my clitoris, however, all bets were off. His lips wrapped around my little bundle of nerves, and I started riding his face, grinding my pussy into his mouth. I was on the verge of a climax, and even before it hit, I knew it would be one of the biggest and best of my life.

  A minute later, I was proven correct. With his lips still locked firmly around my clit, Jake teased it with his tongue, drawing me closer to the edge, and then he bit down, sending shock waves through my body. I came, hard, my body quivering in ecstasy while Jake hungrily lapped up my juices.

  It was the perfect start to our new relationship, and we spent the rest of the night in our new roles, with me giving orders and Jake obeying without question. He was so well behaved that I even let him fuck me a few times—and come in me, too! We’re still a regular couple outside the bedroom, but ever since we discovered a new way to play, we’re happier than we’ve ever been!

  —Ms. Anita W., San Francisco, California

  She Learns That Her New Girlfriend Can Spank Her as Hard as Any Boyfriend

  When I first started dating Maya, I was newly bisexual. I’d only slept with two other women, and I’d assumed that being with girls was totally different from being with guys in every way. My female lovers and I had gone down on each other, used our fingers, and occasionally played with a vibrator or dildo, but that was about it, whereas the men I’d fucked were often aggressive. They’d grab me and pin down my wrists, and sometimes, if I were lucky, spank my ass. My first girlfriends were nothing like that; they were all gentle and soft. But from the start, Maya was different. She exuded a dominant energy. She paid for my coffee on our first date, told me she thought I’d look better in a shorter skirt, and put her hand on my back to guide me out as we were leaving the restaurant. She was protective and controlling, and every time she touched me or looked at me, I melted.