Letters to Penthouse XXXVI by Penthouse International Page B

while I gave Greg a firm swat on the ass with the other.
    I hadn’t done it for any particular reason; I’d thought it would be fun. But apparently Greg had been trained that a spank
     meant “more.” He began fucking me harder and faster, and noting this response, I reached around and landed another smack on
     his ass. Now he began jamming his cock into my cunt with lightning speed.
    I was panting and gasping and my pussy started twitching as I felt an orgasm approach. When I squeezed my eyes shut tight,
     fireworks of red, green, and blue were bursting behind my closed lids. Hot waves flowed from my cunt throughout my body and
     right back to my cunt. Holding the couch tightly, I squeezed my pussy muscles around Greg’s thrusting shaft as I came. And
     though I don’t know how he did it, he managed to stave off his own imminent eruption.
    My body was seized with one last shock before my climax finally ended. Slumped over the couch, I looked up at the clock and
     saw that it was a quarter to twelve. I had fifteen minutes to show Greg my gratitude, and though I knew it wasn’t necessary,
     I wanted to give him back at least a little of the pleasure that he’d just given me.
    I told the sex slave to pull out of my cunt and then I turned and got on my knees. Taking his stiff cock into my mouth, I
     began to suck him hungrily, tasting the subtle perfume of my pussy juice on his skin. Although I’d expected him to grasp my
     head or shoulders for balance, he had his hands clasped behind his back and stood still, waiting to receive his reward. I
     don’t know who had trained him, but they’d done a terrific job!
    It didn’t take Greg long to come, which wasn’t surprising considering all the time he’d spent in pursuit of my pleasure. All
     I had to do was take his cock down my throat a few more times and he was blasting come into my mouth. It gushed out over my
     tongue and I swallowed it all down. Then, a split second later, the clock struck midnight. Greg pulled his cock from between
     my lips, gave me a little bow, walked to the door, and disappeared down the street, as naked as he’d arrived.
    —Ms. G.G., Michigan

Caught in His Wife’s Panties, He’s Turned Into Her Sissy Maid
    Since the alarm went off at five o’clock this morning, I have showered and shaved, gotten dressed, thoroughly scrubbed the
     bathroom, and done the kitchen floor on my hands and knees. I have also cooked, served, and cleaned up breakfast. Then I dusted
     and vacuumed both upstairs and downstairs. After changing the beds, I started the washing machine with the sheets and towels,
     and I have just finished ironing five blouses for Cathy. Writing this letter to you is my last assignment before lunch, but
     so far it has been a fairly typical Saturday.
    As I sit here typing, I am wearing nylon panties and sheer pantyhose, a snug, high-waisted girdle, a long bra, a matching
     nylon camisole and half-slip, a skirt, blouse, and black pumps with three-inch heels. This is my usual attire for the weekend,
     unless Cathy decides that we are going out. Then I can swap the skirt and blouse for my own pants and shirt—more “normal”
     men’s clothes—but I still have to wear my feminine undergarments. I am allowed to put on regular socks over the pantyhose,
     as well as wear my own shoes. Oh, Cathy reminded me to tell you that shaving on Saturday involves not just my face, but the
     rest of my body, from the neck down. Even the area surrounding my cock!
    For the last six months, I have worn panties, hose, and a panty girdle every day, with the additions on the weekend as noted
     previously. I have also had to wear very frilly baby-doll pajamas at night. How did I get into this fix? Cathy caught me wearing
     her panties and pantyhose one night when her business meeting was canceled and she came home about three hours earlier than
     expected. Given no other choice, I admitted that I had often tried on her things and got really aroused by the