Hetero Sex Stories

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.

My First DP

My day began early. I knew what was going to happen that evening and was VERY excited for it. I had been thinking about what I was going to do all week and there wasn't a day that my panties weren't wet from it. Just thinking about it made me cream my pants. I got out of bed and went to cook breakfast. My lover was still asleep. I made a full meal: eggs, hash browns, sausage, bacon, pancakes, and waffles. My lover woke to the smell of them and immediately came into the kitchen. "Wow!" he exclaimed, "someone's been up for a while." We ate and decided to start our day. This particular day was dedicated to outside work.

My First Older Woman

I was 18 years old at the time and I lived right next door to two wonderful women. The first one was an adorable thirteen-year-old that worshiped the ground that I walked on. She would do anything that I asked of her and she did. She even gave me her virginity when I asked for it. Gretchen was looking very good the day that I asked her. She was in an orange bikini top and a pair of white short shorts that looked like they were painted on. She had on open toed shoes and her fingernails and toenails were painted bright red. She had on a light shade of pink lipstick too. I loved the way her shorts were tucked up into the crack of her ass and the way they formed a snug "V" around her pussy.