Letters to Penthouse XXXII (17 page)

Then, as if to emphasize his words, I felt Doug’s dick hovering right above my lips. It kept brushing by my lips in quick,
teasing swipes, and behind the blindfold I visualized his thick shaft. I instinctively opened my mouth, and he pushed his
cockhead inside my O-shaped lips. I swallowed, savoring that first hint of his salty, manly taste. I pulled against the cuffs
as I raised my head to better suck him into my mouth, and he worked with me, slowly sliding his hardness inch by inch down
my throat. The deeper he went, the more my pussy churned with arousal, wanting to feel the powerful sensation of his perfect
cock sliding into that wet hole. I could feel the metal pressing against my skin, and every time the cold steel connected
with my delicate flesh, the effect seemed to echo throughout my entire body. I was increasingly grateful to Doug
because his actions gave me no choice but to focus on the task in front of me—sucking his cock. And I did, my eyes trapped
behind the blindfold and my limbs resting against the comfort of the headboard. I pulled his dick with my fast-moving tongue
and cheeks all the way down my throat.

I felt each stroke that his cockhead made against the roof of my mouth, bumping against the ridges of my skin as I tried to
make my blowjob as wet and juicy as possible, pooling the saliva as he slowly seared into me again and again. He was completely
in charge, pushing his cock all the way into my throat and removing it as he desired. When he pulled all the way out, my mouth
hung open, awaiting his dick’s return. If the blindfold had been off, I’d have looked up at him with my best begging, puppy-dog
look, but instead, I simply fashioned my mouth into a pursed plea. By now, though, Doug had another place he wanted to put
his cock. He moved slowly, his legs braced along either side of my torso as he left a wet trail with his cock from my neck
down between my breasts and along my stomach.

My pussy tightened with anticipation as I realized he was about to fuck me. I moaned and rattled the cuffs once again, trying
to lift myself up and succeeding in making my ass rise slightly. “Stay still, sweetie, or I’m going to have to fasten your
legs to the bed, too,” he said. By then, I was so frantically aroused I had no idea what I wanted, but when he pushed into
me in one swift, solid thrust, his cock invading my pussy like it
belonged there (which I was more than happy to agree that it did), I knew that this was exactly what I wanted. I let my head
fall back against the pillow, my arms raised above me, still shackled to the wooden head-board, as he plunged into me again
and again. After such a long buildup, his dick felt amazing, filling my tight cunt with his hardness.

We’d already gone through the slow, tender teasing of my mouth, and now he was ready to speed things along. I didn’t mind
not being able to see his cock enter me because I could feel everything perfectly, my sense of touch heightened by the loss
of sight as I felt him stretch my pussy walls with his quick-moving dick. His hips slammed against mine, and eager to move
the section of my body that I could, I wrapped my legs around Doug’s waist. “That’s it, you feel so good, baby, and you look
so sexy bound and blindfolded. Looking at you is going to make me come very soon,” he continued, reaching down to stroke my
clit so that I’d join him. His wiggling fingers had the desired effect, and soon I was shuddering, my climax racing through
my body as the volcanic sensation of my orgasm boomeranged from my pussy up through the top of my body and back down. When
Doug unleashed his own load inside me, emptying what felt like a fountain of come into my pussy, I shuddered again, another
smaller but still powerful orgasm overtaking me.

I thought he’d untie me after he slid his cock out,
but Doug had one more special gift. He disappeared, but was back shortly, and then I heard a click and sensed a flash going
off. When he finally unlocked the cuffs and sweetly rubbed my wrists, then lifted the blindfold, I saw a Polaroid of me, strung
up naked, my pussy wet, my eyes covered by a black blindfold. “I’m going to keep this in my desk drawer to look at when I’m
horny,” he told me, sprinkling kisses across my face. I smiled as we cuddled, already looking forward to our next bondage
session.

—Ms. Sherry O., Burlington, Vermont
     

My wife, Samantha, and I had fooled around with female dominance in the past, but our scenes were never as intense as I had
hoped they would be. Happily, that all changed on my forty-fifth birthday.

It was a Saturday, and Samantha had made an appointment to take the car in for a tune-up. She told me to bring it in and wait
at the garage until the work was complete, so I wasted most of the afternoon—and a good chunk of my birthday—sitting around
in a service station.

When I returned home, I found my wife in the living room with a cake and nine of the most beautiful women I’d ever seen. She
had thrown me a surprise
party! Suddenly I didn’t feel so bad about the car thing. It was merely a ploy to keep me out of the house.

After giving Samantha a hug, I realized that I only knew one of the party guests, Katie, who happens to be my wife’s best
friend. The three of us often get together for cookouts and concerts. We’ve known Katie for years, and because of her flirtatious
nature and striking beauty I had often fantasized about her. She is only five foot one, but has good-size breasts and a nice
round ass. She almost always wears a short skirt and low-cut top when visiting, and my wife knows how much she turns me on.

Katie and Samantha introduced me to the other girls, and we all got drinks and socialized. It was all pretty normal, other
than the fact that I was the only man at the party; then it was time to open my presents, and everything changed in an instant.

The first gift was from Katie, and it was a shiny, black thong. My wife told me to put it on and model it for everyone. I
pretended to protest, but Samantha was insistent and told me I wouldn’t get another present until I complied. Her sudden forceful
nature and the idea of parading around nearly nude in front of these women began to intrigue me. I went to the bedroom and
put on the thong. Looking in the mirror, it was obvious that the idea not only intrigued me, it excited me as well.

My wife came in to see what was taking me so long.
She was scolding me to get back to our party guests when Katie came in. This was the most naked I had ever been in front of
her. My excitement quickly grew as her eyes traveled up and down my nearly nude body. Katie and my wife each took one of my
hands and led me back to the party guests.

Standing virtually naked in front of all those ladies was stimulating and embarrassing. Samantha told me to prance and turn
for them as they shouted catcalls at me. I couldn’t believe how much it turned me on.

My embarrassment quickly wore off, and it was time for me to open my next present. It was a leather slapper about two inches
wide and twenty inches long. As I stood there dumbfounded in my thong undies, my wife announced that it was time for my birthday
spanking. She said that since I was forty-five and there were nine guests, I would get five whacks from each woman. She also
informed me that I would receive a full forty-five from her later that evening.

This was exactly the kind of punishment scenario I had often fantasized about, yet the reality of the situation made my heart
race. I simply didn’t know how to react. Lucky for me, I didn’t need to think. My wife ordered me to get down on my hands
and knees, and I, filled with nervous excitement, complied. Katie was given the first honors. “Ready, birthday boy?” she whispered
breathily in my ear. I simply nodded in response.

I heard it first—a clap like a nearby lightning
strike—then I felt the heat, then the sting. I inhaled deeply in response, making Katie chuckle. I managed to keep my composure
as all the ladies took their turns. Each one tried to outdo the other and, for the most part, I think they did. I was blushing
with embarrassment at all of these women participating in my birthday spanking, but I don’t think my cock has ever been harder
than it was at that moment. And there was still more to come.

We all had some drinks and I was allowed to rest, so I settled my well-spanked ass onto the cool leather couch. After a while,
my wife told me that I had been perfectly behaved and as a reward, I could perform oral sex on any guest of my choosing before
opening my last gift. She explained that seeing my ass paddled had made my guests horny, and as a proper host, it was only
right that I saw to their needs. When she asked which guest I would like to pleasure, I said, “Do I only get one?” The women
laughed, and she answered that I could have as many as I liked, then paused for dramatic effect. What she said next caught
me totally by surprise.

“You should know,” she said with a smile, “that not all our guests are women.” I was stunned by her announcement! “You must
decide now who you want, but you must bring all of your selected guests to orgasm.”

“How many of them are men?”

At this point, my wife and Katie gave each other
devilish looks. “I will tell you this much,” my wife said. “At least two and as many as nine, but if you select a man, I expect
you to swallow every drop of his come. So, who do you choose?”

Now, if you had seen these women, you would have said there was no chance that any of them could be men. The only truly safe
thing for me to do would have been to choose Katie. Although I had never seen Katie naked, I was reasonably sure about her
sex.

I stepped back and looked at all the ladies. I tried to think back to which ones gave me the hardest whacks. I do like to
eat pussy and I am a bit of a gambler, so I really wanted to make sure I ate every real woman who was present.

Nicole was by far the tallest lady there. She was at least six feet tall—a real Amazon—but, God, was she hot looking! What
was I to do? I had to suspect her to not be all she appeared to be.

I decided to pick five out of the nine. I knew I might leave some women on the table, but it would make it more likely that
I would only be eating pussy. I eliminated Nicole based solely on her height. Then I selected the five who gave me no indicators
that they could be men. I even considered that my wife might just be playing mind games with me.

Of course, Katie was first. As suspected, she was a lady, and I licked her every bit as good as I had in my fantasies. She
has a beautiful body and seemed to enjoy having her pussy eaten as much as I enjoyed
doing it. As I lapped at her sex, I looked over at my wife, who gave me an approving grin and also seemed to be enjoying my
performance.

My next choice was also a woman. Rebecca was extremely vocal and bucked her hips up and down, basically fucking my mouth.
By the time I finished with her, my cock was aching for relief, but I knew that would not happen for a while.

I took a short break for a drink. I was feeling quite confident in my selections and was soon ready to move on to woman number
three.

Micki sat down and spread her legs. I lifted up her dress and—oh, my God! There it was: a big fat cock! I looked up to see
my wife and Katie smiling at me. “Start sucking, and don’t forget to swallow,” Samantha said. I was nervous, but at the same
time I was really excited, so I lowered my head to get my first taste of cock.

At first, I cautiously licked the tip. His dick twitched and began to grow even stiffer. I licked up and down his swelling
shaft, and someone shouted, “Come on, suck it!” The thought of all the women watching me deep-throating a guy created a thrill
inside me that I never could have imagined.

I opened my mouth and enveloped the head. Micki moaned as I slowly slid my lips over his length. Katie told me to take him
as deep as I could, then swallow as if I were eating. Amazingly, I took his whole shaft down my throat without gagging. I
continued to suck
him, carefully deep-throating him on each downward plunge. Soon his cock pulsed on my tongue and a salty taste filled my mouth.
At the same time, I heard a gasp overhead and gobs of come threatened to overflow my lips. Remembering my wife’s orders, I
swallowed each blast as quickly as I could, careful not to spill a drop.

My audience cheered and I moved on to the next guest. As it turned out, my last two choices were also men. They both had even
larger cocks than my first, but with the technique I learned from Katie, I was able to swallow their entire lengths. I wasn’t
self-conscious at all and put on a major performance for the crowd. And, yes, I swallowed every drop.

When I finished, I realized I’d had a hard-on for about five hours. My wife looked down at the bulge in my thong and said,
“You still have one present left, but why don’t you relieve your cock first?” I really did need to come. My thong was soaked
in the front from all the excitement. She pulled it down and ordered me to jerk off. I was to squirt it onto the coffee table
and then lick it up. At this point, her order didn’t even make me blink. With everyone’s eyes glued to my crotch, I stroked
my throbbing cock a few times before I spurted all over the table. I was still shivering with the aftershocks of the most
intense orgasm of my life as I lapped up my load to thunderous applause.