Hetero Sex Stories


Kidnapped Sex Slaves

Sara's face was covered in tears and you could see the pained expression on her face. She lay hog-tied on the floor of her home. She had a ring gag in her mouth, keeping it open. She was still dressed. Her arms were yanked up high behind her. Her wrists had been bound tightly, secured with heavy hemp rope. A spreader bar was attached between her knees; it was over three feet long, keeping her open and spread. A rope was attached to each ankle, the other end attached to her bound wrists. The rope had been pulled tight, forcing Sara's body into a tight bow. A rope had been wrapped around her neck using a slipknot.

Sauce for the Goose

It started slowly at first as things usually do. It was just a normal working relationship; not really a relationship at all in the accepted sense of the word but you know how it is, one thing leads to another and that leads somewhere else and before you know it you're on a rollercoaster and life starts to get exciting. I'm a departmental manager for a medium sized comany based in the Midlands. That's a region in the UK for anybody not native to these shores. What do we do? Well, does it matter? No, it doesn't, so I'll preserve our anonymity and keep that a secret. You never know who might be reading this.

James School, The Beggining

"Fuck...I'm late" - James thought to himself. James was 18 years old and he was late to school, again. He somehow turn is lack of punctuality a characteristic of his. But of all things he never thought it would be this that would make him lose is virginity. He got ready as fast as he could, but he was an hour late. His parents were never home due to business trips, so he practically lived alone. When he arrived at his high school he was caught by the principal. "Mr. James..... Again? You know I can´t tolerate this anymore." - He serviced me"I'm sorry Sir, I'm really sorry""Too late for that, detention.... whole day." - He dragged me thru school.

Carmen and I

I'd never seen a person more beautiful. Both on the inside and out. she was the night. Her hair spun of the deepest chocolate falling long down her back. Her eyes a vivid grey, the color of rain clouds. A slim waist and dimpled cheeks. She was my cousins best friend. I had never been attracted to a girl before but she had a radiating energy that a person couldnt help but grab. I'd spent hours with my cousin and his best friend. I'd come to feel a connection with her deeper than friendship. I had to conceal my feelings.

The Armoire

She kept on making him hit her. It wasn't her fault-he knew that. But sometimes, after a few too many, Amy would show up and remind him of how fucked up everything was, just after he'd been able to drink those voices quiet. Afterward, of course, he always felt bad, I mean, since he was so much bigger than her. He never hit her hard, but it still sometimes left a mark. So to make it up to her this time, he promised to buy her an antique, because her damned little snippy-assed sister Rachel kept going on about all the antiques her wussy little boyfriend Scott was buying her.

Best Buds

"yo, you about mate?" "What ya looking for?" "Ten" "Five mins, usual." There I was going to pick up yet another ten bag of weed. Why?? You ask! I'll tell you why. It started last summer. I had just turned 18, was 5ft 7 medium build, short brown hair and bright blue eyes. It was summer break and one of my good friends Callum, was back in town from uni, so naturally we arranged to meet up. Should this be a good time to mention that Callum is hot as fuck?? Oh yes... I'm gay... Callum is around 5 ft 9 slim, tight ass, long dark brown hair and facial stubble to die for.

Gracey and Her Professor

The first day of college started out like any other. Grace sat through class after class, receiving syllabis from her teachers as she introduced herself to her classmates. She was excited though. This was her chance to make a new start, throw aways the past and become someone she wanted to be. The only thing her new fellow classmates would know about her was that she was from Texas and her age was 19. In high school, Grace had been the wild child. In was a front that she had put on, and her fake reputation had made her life hell. She had made good grades, graduated the top of her class, but no one would ever see her as anything other than the class slut, the party girl.

Our Sexual Experience

On getting back to our cabin, we had now somewhat cooled off from the fantastic oral, pissing, anal stimulation and cum swallowing fun. We were a bit tired, but not tired enough to have a shower and change into night clothes and do some relaxation before retiring to bed. My wife (Sandy) excused herself as she wanted to use the bathroom. I switched on the TV and set back awhile to watch some soapy on channel. When about 15 minutes passed I called out to Sandy and asked if she's ok. She replied yes and why don't I get ready so I can join her in the shower.

Woman's College Soccer Star

Lenny hated being such an outcast at school. Fallow State College was nothing like he imagined it would be like. It felt like high school all over again and he once again was the total geek who no one else wanted to talk to. Well except when they needed help with their studies. Lenny was a teacher's aid there while he went to Syracuse University full time. He had a couple of classes he helped with at Fallow during the week to help with his graduate degree. The hardest thing for Lenny was not having the experience of being with a woman. Here he is, 22 years old, on his way to graduate with honors and already being scouted by several Fortune 500 firms and he still's a virgin!

Parting Gesture

In the June when Melanie Johnson was twenty, she moved from the little mining town in western Pennsylvania where she was born to Washington, D.C. The jobs up her way were few and poor, and she hoped that she would be better off there. She was wrong, at least in the short run. The work wasn't all that steady then, with a lot of federal cutbacks throwing everything off. Even so Melanie thought she would have made it, if it weren't for a couple of robberies and her own bad judgement in picking boyfriends. She had not in any sense had much experience with men before she moved to D.C., but she learned a lot in the year she was there. Some of it too late.