Ding-dong. “Who in the world could that be this early in the morning?” Judy thought as she moved to the door. Judy’s husband had left for work about a half-hour ago and the kids had gotten on the school bus just moments before. Maybe one of them had forgotten something she thought as she moved toward the door. As she open the door her jaw dropped as she was greeted by the bright smile of a large black man. She stammered “Tyronne, what are you doing here – how did you find me – what the…” Her questions were silenced as Tyronne pushed his way into her home and engaged her in a very wet kiss.

Several months earlier, Judy and her family had gone on vacation to Disney World in Orlando. Everyone has a fantasy and Judy had told her husband that hers was to experience a huge cock, at least double his five inches. He had laughed and asked if that was really what she wanted and she had slowly shaken her head yes. He said that maybe they could combine their fantasies since his had always been to watch his wife with a black man. Judy was shocked. She had never heard anything from her husband in their fifteen years of marriage to remotely suggest he would enjoy such a scenario. Judy had been a great catch when she graduated from college with a degree in business administration. She was 5′ 7″ tall, with blue eyes and dirty blond hair that hung halfway down her back. She was perfectly proportioned at 36-24-36. They married the summer of graduation and had their first child exactly one year later. After waiting two years, they had their second child. Read more of this erotic sex story

My name is Etan. My mother used to say that it meant “firm and strong”. Now she tells me that it must mean “stubborn”. She was very upset when I married Chara but I believe she would have attended the wedding had my father not been so opposed. I sometimes do not understand my own family. My grandfather survived The Holocaust. We, of all people, should know the dangers of blind hatred of a people. Be that as it may, my father was bitterly opposed to Operation Solomon. He did not wish “impure, black blood contaminating the gene pool of the chosen people”. This massive airlift from Ethiopia saved Chara’s people. The Falasha are as Jewish as we are. Their traditions may even go back to the time of King Solomon and the Queen of Sheba. My father can see no further than Chara’s beautiful brown skin. He has not let her wonderful warmth penetrate his hard heart. Given the chance, she would soften his heart just as she has melted mine. I still pray that someday he will give her that chance. Until then, I refuse to speak to him.

Like many Israeli reserves, I have spent some time in the occupied territories. It is hard and dangerous work. The burning hatred one sometimes feels makes my father’s foolish bigotry seem like a mere candle of stupidity. Returning from such duty, I often feel dirty and exhausted. It is such a joy to return to Chara’s loving arms. It was night when I finally returned from this past deployment. When I enter our home all is sweet, cool and quiet. Chara comes out of the bedroom in a flowing, diaphanous white nightgown that contrasts nicely against her smooth, dark brown skin. I take her in my arms and feel her full breasts warm against my chest. Her smell excites me. “I have just completed my mikvah in preparation for your arrival. My body has been made pure for my husband,” Chara says with a smile. I am glad I showered before leaving Hebron. Read more of this erotic sex story

Bill sat at the security desk and passed the evening watching the customer service representatives leave for the day. Of the 200 women that worked there, few had escaped his sex fantasies. At 7:30 everyone was gone. He read the newspaper until 8:15 when the phone rang. “Security, Bill speaking.” “It’s Mae, Sugar,” she said with a faint southern accent. “Everyone else is gone. Why don’t you be sure to lock the front door, then come on back here to escort me to my car.” “Where are you?” he asked. Her big sexy voice was really what got him hot. Mae was a big black woman with a big ass, big tits, a big smile and a big laugh. She was always throwing little sexual innuendoes in as she made small talk, but nothing had ever come of it. Bill got hard just hearing her voice on the phone. He fantasized about her thick juicy lips on his, her warm, electric hands caressing his body. He knew that he was oozing pre-cum already “I’m in the executive conference room all the way at the back.”

“Be there in a few.” He got right up from his desk and checked the door to make sure that it was locked. He walked quickly to the south end of the building to the customer service area and through the rows of cubes. Finally he reached the conference room. From the outside the room took up half the wall. The wall separating it from the customer service reps was glass, but inside a heavy curtain was drawn shut. From the doorway came a dim light. Bill entered. Amidst the large leather armchairs and the dark wood sideboards and matching table was Mae. She sat on the edge of the conference table, her shoes off, her feet on a chair. She flashed Bill a sultry smile, and summoned him with her index finger. He stood before her, unassuming, letting her take the lead. “I have to admit, Billy, that I haven’t gotten much done in the past few hours.” “Why’s that?” Read more of this erotic sex story

All right, let me give you a little background. It all started when my girlfriend of three years left me for my best friend. A week later I lost my job. That part really wouldn’t have bothered me if Jenny hadn’t left. But it was really the straw that broke the camel’s back, so to speak. I went from listening to hard rock to the blues. My buds told me my life had the making for a country music song, but hell, no matter how desperate I was, depressed, alone, whatever there was no way I was going to listen to that. Same cords over and over again. Don’t get me wrong; I don’t hold anything against the folks that do listen to it. To each his own I guess. But I found the blues and immediately fell in love with it. The feel of it completely described the slump I was in. The music made it easy to forget your own problems and move into someone else’s. Like living in someone else’s shoes for the five or so minutes of the song.

I found a blues bar not too far from my downtown apartment. I Found it while wandering around really late one night. I could hear the music from the street and it beckoned me in. The woman’s voice told me she was black and soulful. A rich full voice. In my head I pictured the stereotypical black blues singer, heavy set, in her forties and liquor head. When I got inside I was pleasantly surprised. She was about my age, mid twenties. Her hourglass body was accentuated by the velvet dress that held onto her body tightly as if clinging on for dear life. Her every curve was revealed to anyone who looked at her. Her slow sultry swaying almost hypnotized you. I grabbed a table at the front of the stage and sat in awe as I listened to her lulling voice. The smoky dimly lit room made it all the more close. I felt like it was just her and me in that club until I was greeted by a waiter that took my drink order. I have no idea how long I was there. I was lost in time as I sat and listened to her, watched her sexy movements, looked into her eyes and she brought me into her world. At closing time I was politely told that it was time for me to leave. The hefty man looked at my untouched drink and then at me and laughed a fully bellied laugh. Read more of this erotic sex story

Goes without saying that I ain’t using my man’s real name, trashy ass sportswriters would have themselves too much fun dragging his black ass over the coals for some of what I got to say and he don’t need the humiliation of the rest of what I got to say. I’m just gonna call him Hollis, I always wanted me a man named Hollis. Anyhow, he’s basically a good man. It was just that the season was real tough on him this year, the team not playing up to expectations and all and him fighting all them nagging injuries and taking all that flak. If the fool hadn’t taken it all out on me right before leaving for that East Coast swing none of the following shit would have happened. But, he did and it did and even though I got me some regrets about cheating on the man, I certainly did enjoy myself at the time. Got to admit that, straight up.

We were having some landscaping done on the new place we bought in the hills. It was a hot day. I’d already changed into my cute little pink bikini, planning on swimming after Hollis left. Of course, then we got in the argument. Him in his fine blue suit and me nearly nude just screaming at each other. Thank goodness the man had to leave for the airport, before things really got out of hand. I was still steaming about all the shit Hollis had laid on me when I noticed that the landscaping crew was setting up the rose garden in the wrong damn spot. I called out to some little Mexican fella and told him to tell whatever idiot was in charge that I wanted to see him pronto. I was, sitting on the porch with a tall, strong drink when this muscular young white boy with long blonde hair comes strolling up all tanned and sweaty. He wasn’t wearing a shirt which just showed off his fine shiny hairless pecs and six pack of a belly. With his tight, faded jeans looked like a cover boy for some bodice ripper paperback novel. I was half expecting to hear some cultured European accent and fancy sounding words come out of them smooth white lips so it set me back a step when the words came out all backwoods southern honey. Read more of this erotic sex story

I had killed the lioness. Though I usually do my shooting with a movie camera, I’m also pretty good with a rifle. Africa is a long way from the ranch in Wyoming that I grew up on but I’ve found that a lot of my childhood skills come in handy now that I’m making wildlife documentaries. We brought the carcass of the lioness into the village to show them that “she who steals babies” was dead. The big celebration came as no surprise, the sick cat had been feeding off their infants for the past year. She was old and they were easy and tender prey. They had every right to be happy and, after three months on the savanna, we were eager to party. The celebration was just fine and I wasn’t even too surprised that they wanted to honor us, even though I kept trying to explain through my interpreter, Amadi, that at least half of it had been dumb luck. If it made them feel good to give us a few small gifts, as long as they weren’t leaving themselves busted, I guess I couldn’t see any harm. The thing about the chief’s daughter, though, had me a bit uncomfortable.

When Amadi told me that the chief was giving me one of his daughters for the night I really had tried to politely decline. But, as far as I could understand, it seemed to be some sort of tribal honor thing. Amadi said I would be insulting the entire tribe if I refused to sleep with the girl. So, that’s how I ended up in this grass hut with pretty cloths spread out and a bunch of candles burning with some sort of perfume smell. I was still figuring I might be able to get through the night without actually touching the girl but the moment she walked through the door I began to suspect I might be wrong on that figuring. Like all members of this tribe, she had dark brown skin. In the candlelight, her large eyes and white teeth sparkled like the gold necklace she was wearing. The rest of her smooth, black body was buck-naked. Her firm young breasts stood straight out from her slender frame with a slight upwards tilt. Only a bit of puffiness showed where her nipples were, they were just about the same dark brown as the rest of her gorgeous skin. Her little round belly looked firm, her legs straight and strong, and her butt was nicely curved. I watched the muscles ripple as she walked. I was hypnotized Read more of this erotic sex story