Free Letters to Penthouse XXXII by Penthouse International Page B

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 flickeringcandlelight 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. Onehand 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 tight, 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.