Letters to Penthouse XXXVI (10 page)

I slid the toy a few inches inside her, then turned it to its slowest mode and held it there, watching as she writhed in pleasure.
I tested it out, pushing it deeper into her, watching her thigh muscles contract as she worked to keep up with the vibrations.
I slowly turned it higher, knowing she was ready for action, and watched as the toy swirled around her clit while it whirled
inside her as well, a thunderous assault on her senses. She was so sensitive that seemingly every move the toy made brought
forth another shudder from her, and when I looked at her face, her eyes were closed. She was lost in pleasure, and I cranked
up my movements, working her faster and faster. She bucked underneath me, her hips swiveling as I jerked the toy in a circular
motion inside her. She came quickly, her juices squirting out and dripping down the plastic toy.

I pulled it out of her, staring at it in awe. What an amazing gift! And we weren’t done yet. “Now, I know it’s your birthday,”
Caroline said, “but there’s something I want you to do for me. I want to see you use this on yourself, so I’ll be able to
picture how you’ll use it when you’re alone in bed late at night.” All she had to do was ask. I was more than willing, taking
the toy and settling into place on my back. I looked at her for a moment and then plunged the toy inside me, revving it up
all the way to full speed. I was wet from watching what the toy had done to Caroline and quickly found a rhythm, arching up
to meet each thrust. I turned to see my friend frantically flicking her own clit as she watched the toy work its magic again.
It wasn’t long before I felt the familiar shudders bubbling up inside me and I came in a fierce roar, this time not caring
how I sounded.

As Caroline lay back against the bed, I curled up against her body. “Thanks for the best birthday present ever. I hope you’ll
be here to help me use it again and again.”

—Ms. S.K., Ohio

One of the perks of dating a much older man is that he’s as experienced as I could hope for. There’s no shy fumbling or uncertainty
when we hop into bed—or when we take turns tying up or spanking each other. My boyfriend, Alan, has definitely been around
the block and knows what he likes, plus there’s something so sexy about being twenty years his junior. I like the attention
we get when we hold hands on the street and the fact that even though he’s older, his body’s strong and solid. He works out
every day and certainly has no trouble getting and keeping huge erections.

For his fiftieth birthday, I planned a surprise party and told everyone to be prepared to give my man some birthday spankings.
Thinking about him blindfolded and bent over, awaiting a smack from an unknown hand, was enough to make me jerk off while
I took a shower. When I emerged, I was still horny and pounced on him. He was lying in bed reading a book, completely naked
with his upturned ass right in my line of vision. I straddled him, massaging his shoulders before working my way down. “Hey,
baby,” he said, turning his head enough so I could give him a quick kiss. But when he tried to turn all the way around, I
pushed him back.

“Stay there,” I said as I rubbed his back until I reached his butt, which I kneaded in my hands before raising one to give
him a firm, sharp whack.

“Oh, Kristen, you know how to get me in the mood,” he said as I continued to spank him, sure that I’d find a healthy erection
when I finally stopped. He moaned and kept arching his ass closer to my hand. I felt the sweet sting in my palm as I spanked
him, knowing that he was enjoying this impromptu smacking session as much as I was. I finally took a break, fingered my pussy,
then let my wet digits trail over his balls.

“Are you ready to fuck me?” I asked. He turned over, climbing on top of me. The spanking had gotten me so horny, I needed
his cock inside me as soon as possible. He slid his dick into my waiting hole and pumped me good and hard, the adrenaline
rush from his spanking spurring us on to powerful, simultaneous orgasms.

His reaction told me that my plan for his birthday was right on track. I’d made sure that he was occupied by friends during
the day, so I could get our place ready for the party. I told everyone to hide as we waited for Alan to arrive with his best
friend, Dave. When we heard their voices, we quieted, and I felt the excitement in my pussy as their conversation carried
through to the silent living room. His key turned in the lock, and no sooner had he stepped through the door than we all yelled
out “Surprise!”

Alan struggled to contain his laughter. Then a huge grin broke out across his face. “You guys! I had no idea!” He punched
Dave lightly on the arm before seeking me out. The look on his face told me how shocked—but pleased—he was. And he didn’t
even know what else was planned yet! I walked toward him and gave him a lusty kiss to the cheers of our friends. I had my
arms around his waist and hugged him tightly before dropping my hands down to his ass. I gave it a light squeeze, then pulled
away from the kiss to say, “Happy birthday.” He looked around again and then started to mingle. I didn’t let on right away
what we had in store for him, but I allowed him to chat with our friends while I lined up my ten designated spankers.

I figured if Alan would like other people to go past fifty, he could request it later, but these ten I’d chosen were friends
who were eager to get their hands on my man’s ass and would do a decent job. I had them stand in one spot, then lured Alan
away from his birthday cake, wiping remnants of chocolate frosting from his cheek. “There’s another surprise, one I think
you’re really going to like. It’s time for… birthday spankings!” He gave me a look for a moment, as if trying to figure out
if I was really suggesting he get spanked in front of everyone we knew. I bit my lip, hoping I’d made the right decision,
but one glance at his cock told me I had. It was hard and straining against the front of his pants.

“As long as they’re ready to do it right!” he said, eagerly bounding over to the couch, dropping his pants, and offering his
brief-covered ass to the awaiting crowd. People were still chatting, so I whistled to get their attention.

“Everyone, to celebrate Alan’s fiftieth birthday, I wanted to treat him—and you—to a special spanking. These ten friends here
will each deliver five whacks, so make them count. I’ve added a few special implements to aid you if you need it,” I said,
holding up a ruler, paddle, and riding crop. “Not that I’ve ever seen any of these before,” I joked. If they didn’t know it
before, it was probably clear to our guests by now that we were both pretty much into spanking.

Our friend Julie was up first. Everyone crowded in to get a view of the action, and Julie didn’t disappoint. The echo of her
first smack resounded throughout the room, and I could tell she was only getting warmed up when she got to five. Then came
Gary, his coworker. Gary’s a big, burly guy, so I knew that even if he didn’t raise his arm that high, his smacks would do
their job. He chose to give Alan five slaps in rapid succession. I peeked at my boyfriend’s face and saw that his cheeks were
bright red. I wondered what color his other cheeks were, but I wanted to wait for someone else to take off his underwear to
find out.

My friend Lana was next. She’s a southern belle with a wild streak, and she asked for the ruler. “Let’s have some fun!” she
said, delivering a blow that covered both of Alan’s cheeks. Then she leaned over him and stroked his face lightly with her
long, red nails. He wiggled his ass against her, and she wiggled right back. “Oooh, Kristen, your boyfriend’s definitely been
naughty. I think we need to take down these briefs.” And before anyone could stop her, Lana had pulled down his underwear
to reveal his taut bottom. I wondered if anyone else was getting as turned on as I was. A quick look around showed the entire
party focusing on my boyfriend’s bottom as it got rapped with a ruler. Faint stripes of red soon appeared across his fair
skin, and Lana was done in what felt like too short a time.

The spankings continued as Alan writhed in pleasure. I crawled up on the couch to get a peek at his cock, which was hard and
surging upward. He looked up at me and we kissed, my hand resting on the back of his neck as he got another smack. The crowd
was counting to five for each spanker, until finally it was my turn. Nobody had used the riding crop yet, and I was pleased
because it was my favorite. I trailed it down his spine, then along his asscrack. “Go for it, Kristen! Give it to him good!”
someone yelled.

“Is that what you want, Alan? A good, hard final spanking?” I asked. The mood up until that point had been fun, even frivolous,
but Alan could tell by my tone that I meant to deliver, and I know it thrilled him.

“Yes, Kristen,” he said, keeping his head down but raising his voice to be heard over the crowd. “Please spank me for my birthday,”
he said. I moved to the side to get the best angle, then raised the crop and brought it down. It made a delightful whooshing
sound before it made contact with his right ass cheek. The mark that bloomed there was immediate, and my pussy juices churned
at the sight. I then did the same to his other cheek. “Two,” our friends yelled, their voices loud with excitement, as if
they were getting spanked by proxy. I let the next blow land exactly in the center of his ass, where he’d truly feel it. He
let out a moan of pleasure as our friends chanted. I made sure to save my hardest blows for last, and those two searing smacks
left his ass bright red. I fondled his hot cheeks, then bent down and gave each one a kiss. We usually stopped at about twenty
smacks, but a special birthday calls for a special kind of spanking.

I pulled his briefs and pants back up, and then we made out for a few minutes before returning to our guests. I knew his ass
had to be throbbing and let him simmer in his own heat until our last guest departed. Only then did I allow Alan to fuck me
against the wall while I squeezed his still-warm ass. “I’ve never been spanked so hard or so much,” he said as he pumped his
cock into me.

“I know. It was amazing to watch,” I said. A single playful swat on the ass was enough to make my birthday boy come, shooting
his hot cream into my cunt. Then it was my turn to bend over while he spanked me. He requested that I take his number of birthday
smacks, and I was so aroused that I agreed. He’d give me one slap, then finger my cunt, and another, then pinch my clit, and
so on until I was on the brink of coming from the twentieth smack on. Needless to say, when I did come, it was sensational.
I like being with Alan because we both know exactly how to ask for what we want and, lucky for me, that often involves spanking
and being spanked.

—Ms. K.W., Florida

Recently, I turned thirty-five and a few days before the big occasion, Nadine, my lover, promised me a really special present.
I went to work on my birthday, which fell on a Friday, and got really involved in a new project we were working on. At exactly
three in the afternoon, a messenger came to my office door and asked if it was my birthday. When I told him yes, he handed
me a card and a package.

I opened the card, and as I did so, I noticed that the perfume that tickled my nostrils belonged to my wife’s alter ego, Mistress
Raven. Outside the card was a standard birthday message, but inside was a handwritten note, which read, “David, my lover and
slave. Go lock your office door right now and then put on the items in the box. Your phone will ring at 3:10 p.m. You must
be dressed before it rings!” It was signed “Raven” in gold ink.

I tore open the box and found two items, a leather and chrome cock harness and a black G-string. I locked my door, stripped
off my shoes, trousers, and underwear and grabbed the cock harness. I worked the largest ring down and around the base of
my cock, somehow managing to get both balls up through the ring. I then worked the other six stainless-steel rings down around
my cock. The smallest one, which fits just below my glans, was really tight.