letting
the heat permeate her lower half, before blowing out the candle and positioning my cock at her entrance.
This time, I didn’t wait but simply shoved my cock into her absolutely sopping cunt. I removed the blindfold so Fiona could
see me, and she put a pillow under her head so she could watch as I plunged my cock in and out of her tight hole, her body
reacting each time my long dick emerged from her wetness. She’d look from my cock back to my face, then began playing with
her nipples, tugging on the wax-covered rings and sighing in delight. The more she pulled, the more snug her cunt became.
I lifted her hands, holding them above her head, and then, with my cockhead lodged lightly inside her, I had her roll over
so she was on her stomach, knowing the rings would press back into her sensitive nipples. I kept her wrists pinned against
the bed with one hand while stroking her clit with the other as I filled her with my cock repeatedly. I nipped at the back
of her neck, kissed her soft skin, and then licked her smooth flesh while she rocked her hips back against mine. As opposed
to the slow, tantalizing way I’d dripped thewax onto her chest, I was now racing to my climax, shoving my dick inside her with increasing force while she grunted and
bucked with just as much energy. For us, fucking is almost like a sport, one where we are on the same team, reaching for the
same goal. I pinched her clit, moving faster until my cock was barely leaving her cunt, instead simply rocking lightly back
and forth while staying buried inside her. When she erupted into a rollicking climax, her pussy unleashing her juices onto
my dick, I exploded, too.
When we were done, she examined herself in the mirror, her body displaying several reminders of our session. She slithered
back into the skirt that had gotten her into so much trouble, taunting me by swishing the pleats around to show off her ass.
“Careful, my dear, you might get a spanking if you keep daring me like that.” Fiona simply smiled and bent over, and we started
our kinky shenanigans once again.
—Mr. Carl D., San Diego, California
She Takes Over the Household—and Her Husband
My husband, Sean, and I read
Penthouse Variations
cover to cover every month, and are always looking for ways to add more erotic sizzle to our sex life, especially in the
area of female domination. It’s one of our long-standing fantasies, and I get totally wet when Ithink about taking total control over Sean, and nothing gets him harder than the idea of submitting to my will.
When Sean recently lost his job, it turned out to be a blessing in disguise. We used the opportunity to further explore my
dominance over him. While I knew he’d easily be able to find another job, I figured we could have some fun with his time at
home. While he was collecting unemployment and I was working, I decided that instead of sitting around the house, he would
become my house slave and personal assistant.
I told him that every day I would leave him a set list of chores, and I’d be checking up on his progress throughout the day.
If he didn’t get them done by the time I returned home, we wouldn’t have sex that night and he wouldn’t be allowed to come.
I’d only skirted around being truly dominant before, but as the words left my mouth, I started to realize how wet they were
making me. We’d played around, talking dirty about me being his mistress, but I’d never taken it into the realm of real life
like this.
This arrangement would work in a number of ways, because we really did need to get the house in order, and the idea of him
running around, taking in my dry cleaning, cooking dinner, making the bed, and doing anything I asked, pleased me on many
levels.
The first day of his servitude, he got up before me, laying out my work clothes and making breakfast. I left him the list,
which included basic household chores and an order forbidding