I Love Sex Stories

I’m the 34 year old CEO of a major Seattle-based company. As the head of my company I have fought off one hostile takeover, the 90’s stock market decline, and a myriad of daily trials and tribulations. So when I wish to relax, I don’t go half way. My favorite place to relax is Menton, France, just outside of Monte Carlo. The place is full of naked babes and a million things to do if you are wealthy like me.
I made up my mind to go to Menton at 3:00 o’clock on a Wednesday night. By 6:00 the next morning I was in Menton checking into the Prince De Galles Menton. It was a temporary arrangement, I had a boat reserved for that afternoon. In the meantime I would go gambling in Monte Carlo.
My boat was fantastic, as usual. I stepped into the cabin to the fresh smell of lysol. My bags were already aboard. I opened the shaving case took out my electric razor and shaved as I watched the gulls fly past and boats splashing joyfully on the clear blue surf. Suddenly I heard a noise aloft. I froze, set the razor down and grabbed up a belaying pin on the way up the steps. I was awestruck by what I saw.
One of the most beautiful blondes I have ever seen was talking to a latino looking girl in a checkered bikini.
“What are you doing up there?” I asked.
“Oh shit,” the blonde said in perfect english. Read the rest of this entry »

“Kerri, do you have any Sting?” Jo, her tall and beautiful sister-in-law called from the livingroom.
“I don’t think so. Ron might have some in his collection,” Kerri called from the kitchen. “Your brother listens to everything, from Mili Vanilli to Bach.”
“That sounds like him. So where is your dashing husband this week?”
“He’s spending six months in the Med, remember?”
“Somehow I think it’s more important to you than it is to me. Yeah, I do remember now that you mention it. He won’t be here for my birthday.”
“Lunch is on,” as she pulled up her pants in the bathroom.
“Don’t ever do that to a bi girl like me,” Jo said with a smile.
“Do what?”
“Say lunch is on when your pants are down. I might just take you up on it.”
“If I ever get desperate, I just might take you up on that. But I have mother’s little helper,” she said with a smile.
“I’ve never used one. I’m not as kinky as you are.”
“You don’t know what you’re missing,” Kerri laughed. Read the rest of this entry »

A blue Lada 2112 circled Moscow on the Ul Suscevkiy Val. Shifting gears it turned south on Novoslobodskaya slowing until it pulled up outside the Boogie-Woogie club and stopped. The silence was deafening after the long trip from Scelkovo. Petrov and Anton sat looking at the signs which glittered off the water in the parking lot. Dozens of people were making their way inside. Petrov stared at one beautiful blonde passing his car. She wore a dark dress which glittered.
“Kahk vaz zavoot?” Petrov whispered. His breath clouded the window, obscuring the vision of loveliness.
“Names? Who cares about names,” Anton scoffed. “She is here today and you will never see her again. Just make up a name,” he chuckled.
“A dream needs a name,” Petrov insisted, opening his door and stepping out. He circled a puddle and bundled his coat around him. The man at the front door gave them a quick glance, saw that they were affluent, and ushered them inside.
“She is half your age, old man. She would never be interested in us, when she can have a young man like him,” he pointed at a passing blonde man in skin tight pants. The man looked at Anton and gave him an alluring glance. “Or perhaps not,” Anton said, digging Petrov in the ribs.
“There’s a seat over there,” Petrov pointed. “Hey, there she is!” he said in awe. She was perched pertly on the edge of her seat giving them a big smile. “A woman can desire many things,” Petrov said with his eyes glued to the blonde. “A good time, a man with money, or just somebody who reminds her of her father. Never rule yourself out until she slaps you and leaves,” Petrov laughed.
The waitress suddenly appeared. Petrov held up two fingers. “Baltika,” he said, looking around the waitress at the blonde. The waitress turned and followed his glance. She beckoned the blonde over to the table. The blonde leaped to her feet and rushed forward. “This is Sasha,” the waitress said. “She’s a regular.”
“I’m Petrov and this is Anton,” Petrov said with a smile. “Can I buy you a drink?” Read the rest of this entry »

Night was falling over Seattle. The background sounds changed from the roar of rush hour, to the more gentle hum of the night life. A ferry passed in the bay, bound for points unknown. The colorful lights of Seattle began coming on as Mason parked in front of the hotel and got a room.
Mason dropped his suitcase on the stand near the door. The room was the same type of musty perfumed room he had been staying in for the past 40 years, with a few slight variations. He turned on the coffee pot and collected the packets of instant coffee and sugar. He kicked off his shoes and checked his face in the mirror. It looked like a road map. How many times had he seen that face? How many hotels and for how many years? It wasn’t bad for a 70 year old man who had seen a lot of life. He turned and found dirty towels hanging on the holder. He frowned in annoyance and went out to call the desk.
“Maid service!” a voice came as a knock sounded. He went to the door and opened it. He was surprised to see a nicely built 50 year old woman. She was an aging beauty with small, firm breasts. Her low cut blouse and revealing cleavage took his entire attention until she cleared her throat. Read the rest of this entry »

Sally Jane Mitchell pulled her Escort into the slanted driveway and shut off the engine. The silence after 7 hours of continual driving, was a blessing. She looked over the trendy neighborhood. Three young boys were playing softball in the street. Colored leaves littered the sidewalk and a few lawns. Christmas decoration decorated the front of a few houses. A crow called from a nearby leafless oak tree. For a Thanksgiving holiday, it was very quiet.
Sally climbed out of the Escort with a moan of pain. Her legs hurt her back ached, and she had a throbbing headache that just wouldn’t go away. She grabbed her suitcase and rang her grandmother’s doorbell.
“Sally!” Grandma Mildred cried with joy. She hugged Sally and pulled her into the house. Mildred took the suitcase out of Sally’s hand and dropped it in the hallway, while pulling her along behind her.
“Sally, I want you to meet somebody,” she said, pulling her into the kitchen. “This is Bob, the young man who fixes up around here for me. I just couldn’t live without him,” Mildred said breathlessly. Sally found a tall, middle aged man standing in Mildred’s kitchen. He set his coffee on the table and quickly shook hands with Sally. For a young man he was fairly old. Sally wasn’t an expert, but she guessed that Bob was between 45 and 50. Of course he was young by Mildred’s standards. She had just turned 65.
“It’s a pleasure,” he said enthusiastically. “Your grandmother has been telling me about you. But she didn’t mention the fact that you were awesomely beautiful,” he said, frowning at Mildred. Mildred laughed, as was expected of her. Sally noticed his eyes on her breasts. She felt a warmth fill her chest. She knew her nipples had turned hard. She saw Bob lick his lips, before turning back to his coffee. She glanced at the front of his pants furtively. His dick was as hard as rock. It was Sally’s turn to lick her lips. He was twice her age, but a dick was a dick and she wanted to feel something between her legs.
Bob and Sally went to the living room, while Mildred worked in the kitchen. The wonderful aroma of turkey and pie floated out to them in the living room.
“It smells wonderful,” Bob said. His eyes strayed to Sally’s legs. She sat facing him in an overstuffed chair. Her dress lay open revealing her legs clear up to her upper thighs. After seeing Bob’s hard cock, Sally desperately wanted to be fucked by him. She was flirting.
“Time to eat,” Mildred called from the dinning room.
“I could use some of that,” Sally whispered, surprising even herself with such a lewd comment.
“What?” Bob asked in stunned surprise. Sally only giggled. Read the rest of this entry »

Gillian searched desperately for a street sign. She was on Akard, a one-way street with many stoplights. Traffic moved at a slow pace, stopping frequently. To top it off she was stuck behind a semi and couldn’t see the street signs ahead. She could see the top of the skyscrapers ahead, but where was Pacific? She moved into the right lane. A van honked behind her. She waved, glancing at the huge driver in her rearview mirror. He was mad.
This was turning out to be the worst day of her life. Suddenly she saw the sign above the street and turned. Thank God, there was less traffic. Now to find the building. Dallas was a confusion of one-way streets. It was easy to get lost. Would she ever find her way back to highway 75 in all this confusion?
Gillian took the elevator up to the 23rd floor. Her knees were shaking as she waited for the doors to open. Would she get this job? She had tried dozens of times before, but nobody wanted to hire somebody her age. She was getting desperate. The doors opened and she stepped into an empty hallway. She saw nothing significant in either direction except anonymous doorways. Gillian took the sheet of paper out of her purse and stared at the directions. Door number 27. She turned left and found the door in seconds. She turned the knob and stepped inside. A handsome man in his 40’s stood and stepped forward with a happy smile.
“Gillian?” he asked gaily.
“Yes, you must be Bill.”
“Right the first time,” he said with a heavy Texas accent. He shuffled her forward into a chair beside his desk. He pulled her chair over before her and sat with his hands in his lap, his eyes traveling over Gillian’s body. “Let me be brutally honest and come right to the point, Gillian,” he said in an intimate manner. “I’ve had seven women come thorough the door today,” he pointed at the door behind her. “They have all failed to meet my needs. Do you know why?”
“No, sir, I don’t,” Gillian said with her heart sinking. Seven?
“Because they just don’t have what I want. They are fine, up to a certain point, but they just don’t go far enough. Do you see what I mean?” he asked with his face just inches from her’s.
“N… no, I don’t understand,” Gillian said nervously.
“I’m looking for more than a secretary, more than a receptionist. I’m looking for all those and a companion. Are you willing to go that far, Gillian?” he asked, placing a hand on her knee. Her immediate reaction was anger. She wanted to slap his hand away and storm out of the office. Then she remembered how hard it was for a 48 year old woman to get a job in Dallas.
“I… I understand,” she said, swallowing convulsively.
“Good, great, Gillian. Now the first thing I want to do is see what you’ve got and how cooperative you can be. That entails taking off your clothes and putting on this suit,” he said, holding out two strips of lycra. “Consider it an audition.”
Gillian was very nervous. Her impulse was to run out of the office as fast as she could run, then find a cop. But hunger was a strong emotion. Besides, why the hell should she care, she liked to fuck as much as the next gal. Screw it, she would do this and anything else he wanted. She could always sue him for sexual harassment later. Read the rest of this entry »

I worked my way up Tucker Gulch and stopped for a rest. I knew the stream was clean enough to drink from. I filled my hand and drank several times until I felt sated.
It was another brilliantly beautiful Montana autumn day. Some people were worried about a drought, with so much clear, beautiful weather. But not me. I had seen it as dry as this before, just before the winter storms cluttered the mountains with mounds of snow and brought everything back to normal. Either way, it was not going to ruin my hunting. My wife hated hunting and always scream when I went. Now that wasn’t a problem, because I had divorced her. I could hunt all I wanted. The problem was, I hadn’t found any deer for the past two days. I was ready to go back to my RV and make lunch, then sleep until evening. Nothing would be moving now.
I stood and lifted my gun. My eyes bugged out in wonder. I licked my lips and snuck silently closer, using a screen of bushes to shield my movements.
A flash of red caught my eyes. A flash of red in the woods during hunting season is not unique, red is the color worn by hunters. But unless this woman had lost most of her gear, she was no hunter. She was bare ass naked except for a fishnet type of bodysuit. I imagine that she had decided to take a bath in the stream, although it would be deathly cold. But she was taking no bath now. She was sitting on top of a lichen covered rock, rubbing her pussy against it.
I moved around the bushes and started making my way through the woods. It took only a few minutes to creep close to the batty blonde. That was one lucky rock she was humping. She was all of 35 years old and not bad looking for her age. I sat my rifle against a tree and took a seat on a downed tree. With my legs swinging and a gleeful smile on my face, I watched her humping the rock, then occasionally placing a hand between her legs to worry her clit a little. God this was exciting. My cock was throbbing in my pants.
“What the fuck are you looking at?!” Read the rest of this entry »

“I’m telling you, you can’t trust an employee farther than you can throw them. This is state-of-the-art,” the salesman slapped his hand on the cardboard box.
“I only have one employee in this building, and I trust Janet implicitly,” I said in annoyance.
“Do you? Do you really?” he asked, putting his face close to mine. “I’ll tell you what I’ll do, Mister Harper. I’ll install this system free at my own expense, right here and right now. If you’ve had it for a week and actually used it,” he stressed the words, “and you still feel it’s worthless, I will take it out and it will cost you nothing. If you find it useful, I want your promise to install similar systems in your warehouses and factory. Is it a deal?”
“Yeah, sure,” I agreed, trying to get rid of him. “But install it after 4:00 pm when Janet leaves the building. I don’t want her to think I’m spying on her.”
“That’s the best way. If an employee knows a system is in place, they can usually find a way to circumvent it. A hidden camera is always the most useful. You won’t be sorry, Mister Harper, I promise you,” he said as he finally left.
There was no change in my office, the system was hooked into my desktop. So it was a complete surprise when I accidentally pressed a colored button and a naked woman appeared on my screen. It took me a moment to realize that woman was my own secretary, Janet Goldthorp.
“What the hell!” I said in awe. The first thing I noticed was that my 46 year old secretary had the body of a 20 year old girl. The second thing was that the black stockings accented her tanned skin. My dick was hard. I flinched when my nose touched the computer screen. God, what a body that woman had. I had brief glimpses before, a panty shot while she was filing on the bottom drawer, crossed legs as she pulled away from the desk in her chair, that kind of thing. This was amazing. And the damned salesman was right, the picture was as clear as a bell and very detailed. Read the rest of this entry »

Maddy loosened her nurse’s uniform and started coffee in her espresso machine. It had been a long watch. She was an emergency room nurse, and Philadelphia seemed to go insane from time to time, sending them wounded, overdoses, and battered victims by the dozens. What was wrong with the world?
Maddy rented the upper floor of a quaint three bedroom house. One bedroom was her’s, the other two belonged to Sheila, one of her candy-stripers who lived downstairs. Sheila had warned her that she had a party planned for the weekend. It wasn’t the first.
Maddy knew when the party started by the way the pictures began bouncing on her wall. Sheila invited her, but Maddy wasn’t interested in parties right now. Besides, she didn’t know any of Sheila’s friends. She would end up standing around by herself. Still, it was easier to stand loud music from inside the party, rather than above it. All she could hear was the bass thumping in time with her headache.
Maddy stood and took off her blouse. She tossed it in the hamper as she pulled a white towel from the hallway closet. She would take a bath and spend an hour under the tanning lamp. That was the best medicine.
Maddy lay naked beneath the sunlamp. She drifted off to sleep, unaware of the stealthy footsteps approaching her from where she lay on the floor. Her eyes flew open as the lamp suddenly went off and fingers touched her open pussy lips.
“NO! Don’t look,” a voice commanded. She thought for a moment, then closed her eyes again. “I want you to guess who this is,” the voice whispered. She knew the voice already, it was John, Sheila’s best friend. She must have sent him upstairs to appease her. “Just lay there, pretend you’re asleep,” he whispered as his fingers manipulated her pussy lips.
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Phil laid a stopwatch on a brown towel at the edge of the pool, then stood and counted silently to himself. He swung his arms back and forth, in time with his count. His eyes strayed to a skinny little girl who could not be more than 18 years old. She was watching him quizzically.
“Three, two, one, go!” he counted silently before diving into the pool and swimming at his very fastest speed. Water splashed in all directions. A wave preceded him down the pool and splashed over the end, as he dove, spun, and kicked off toward the other end. As he reached the far end he reached out and grabbed his stopwatch, pressing the peg on top.
As he looked up, the skinny girl was smiling, still watching him. He grimaced in annoyance and turned away from her.
“This is the Hotel Bon Air, not the olympics,” her amused voice came from over his shoulder.
“No shit,” he growled, looking down at the skinny girl.
“So what are you doing?”
“Trying to qualify for the swim team. This is the only olympic sized pool in town,” he said, starting to leave.
“Good luck. I could beat you,” she scoffed.
“Yes, of course you can,” he said sarcastically
“Oh, I can,” she assured him. “Your stroke is too short and fast, you are holding yourself too high out of the water. You kick too hard, wasting more energy than you use. I could beat you by ten full seconds and never be out of breath.”
“Would you please go away and stop wasting my time.”
“Would you like a second opinion?”
“Sure, go find me another skinny girl and I’ll ask her advice on swimming.”
“You could ask my coach.”
“What coach?” Phil said, out of patience.
“My swim coach, Bob Abrahms,” she pointed to an old man in the background. He started to scoff, then looked more closely at the man. He did look like a professional coach.
“Who the hell are you?” he asked. Read the rest of this entry »