Hetero Sex Stories

Pretty Black Girl in a Bar

I'm a firm believer, that we have no more choice over what we are drawn to sexually, than we have over what our taste buds like, when we sit down at the table. PEACE...MILKERSince some of you may not like this story and what it's about, may I suggest that you click on my name, that's up next to the title of this story and perhaps you will find one that's more to your liking....MilkerOne night around midnight, I was sitting in a bar when a very pretty black girl came in, sat down next to me and started hitting on me. She was one of the prettiest girls that I'd ever seen, black or white, and I really couldn't figure out why she was hitting on me, especially since I was white.

Surlingham Broad

Julie and Paul were taking their new Princess 33 on its maiden voyage down to Loddon. As they turned onto the river Yare, from the slipway to their moorings at Brundall, Paul pushed the throttle forward to feel the power of the engine lift the bow. Sharing his pride and excitement, Julie slipped her arm around his waist and nuzzled her head under his arm. As she raised her other arm to give him a hug, her hand brushed against his erect penis....... It was a hot and humid day with the sun beating down. Summer had finally arrived and its timing could not have been better. The thrill of feeling Pauls excitement had had an immediate effect on Julie.

Belonging to Ben

I handed Ben the keys to every opening on my body almost as soon as I met him. I didn't do it on purpose, but simply by running my big flapping mouth, the way I find most of the trouble I get into. Sometimes I even regret it, especially after he'd take me close to or past previously hard-kept limitations. I mean, if I was an alcoholic, I'd probably regret my first drink, right?

A Duplex

I'm a firm believer, that we have no more choice over what we are drawn to sexually, than we have over what our taste buds like, when we sit down at the table. PEACE...MILKER. This is a rewrite of one of my earlier stories, and I hope that you like it better. Milker I'm fortunate enough to own a little house, that has a nice little...Duplex, on the same property. And that little...Duplex, has given me nothing but pleasure, for the last 15 years that I've owned it. I never rent it out to a couple that's older than in their 20's and I always make sure, that at least one person in the couple is black. I have a thing for black sex, I don't know why. I'm a little old man, way to old to have sex. I'm a voyeur.

Doing What I Need to Stay Alive

I have been reading the stories here for a few weeks, and no matter what genre I pick incest runs through most of them, and what I have found is that all the little girls and boys really enjoy sex with the parents, siblings, and uncles. O yes there is always a little pain as they lose they're virginity but that is true of anybody that has sex for the first time, but then miraculously they love it the harder the better and as often as possible. fucking anybody and every thing possible. I always get horny reading them, which is a worry to me as I am a victim of incest, this has left me emotionally detached and worse.

An Online Fantasy Comes True

Carrie crawled out of bed and opened her laptop; she ran her fingers through her long curly red hair as she waited on the computer to power up. She wasn't a tall girl at just over 5'2", she was full figured and had fairly large D cup breasts which would make most guys and girls sneak a second look.

Basic Training

"Tell me why we're here, slut," he ordered. Kneeling, she stole a brief glance around the hotel room before looking up at him and replying "Because I want you to teach me how to be a good whore, sir. I want to obey every command you give me, and satisfy you in any way you desire." "Mmm. And do understand that once we start, there's no going back? There's no 'safe word' here and no matter how much you might protest certain things, or think you can't handle something, it will only mean a more severe punishment rather than an easy out?" "Yes, sir."

My 'Friend' Kate

Kate was girl I'd admired for ages, we were friends but to her...just friends. I had liked her for ages maybe a year. She was perfect, her hair was straight and blonde and fell on her shoulders like soft velvet, her eyes were of the most vivid green, and you could see a sparkle that only a few people have in their eyes. She always had a look of interest on her face, showing that she enjoyed life she treated it as something to be lived, enjoyed. I decided to have a few friends over one night when my parents were gone on holiday, it was only a few people, like 4 or 5 (including Kate obviously), it was a sort of movie and pizza night. "Hey John, how are you?

Ghostly Consummation

A bright sun rose over the town of Greenfield, bringing with it a warm day, a day of green trees and blue sky, a day of laughter and happy families and infinite possibilities, a day on which one wouldn't normally expect to encounter ghosts. However, if one were to ask anyone in Greenfield where such ghosts might likely reside, they would no doubt speak of the house at the end of Randolph Street. They would make it clear that there are no such things as ghosts, of course, especially not in a happy little community such as Greenfield. But if there were, then that would be where to look for them. They might even tell you the names of the ghosts: Mr. and Mrs.

The Convention

Deana sat looking at her computer screen, her mind drifting back several months to the first night she worked as a well-paid whore. She was well seasoned now with a lot of experience about men. Her current fetish was black men. Their big cocks made her tremble with lusty desires. They all came to her for one thing; her hot, shaved, white pussy. Once the word got around that she was married, Deana became very popular with the older men. She looked over at the sofa where her friend Lucy was sleeping. Together they have worked as personal escorts, if you know what I mean. Why not, they had to pay their bills. Deana personally had more than a hundred thousand dollars in her private account.