Fifty Shades of Green: Doing It for the Money
Remember that old saying “romance without finance is a nuisance?” Well, these ladies don’t just remember it, they live it. Although they always enjoy a little slap and tickle, sex is all the more enjoyable when they add cold, hard cash to the equation.
This collection contains the following erotic stories:
Abby is thrilled to learn she’s been chosen for the opportunity of a lifetime—being the lead researcher on a revolutionary sex study. It’s perfect: She can advance in her career while getting serviced by several half-naked men. What could possibly go wrong?
Warning: The Debriefing (4,500 words) contains anal action, deep throat oral, blood pressure monitoring, and scientific discovery gone wild.
You wouldn’t think that psychological studies would be sexy, but I got so aroused when I read through what was in those binders. I couldn’t believe Diana actually picked me for the study. Aside from the fact that it was going to be so important for the research center, it was also going to be incredibly fun for me. I mean, how many people get to legally have sex as part of their job? I tried to ignore how excited I was becoming, but every time a man from the lab spoke to me, or even walked by my desk, I felt as though I could jump him right then and there and start acting out the conditions of the study. I’m sure some of my coworkers would have been game, but I knew I had to focus and stay fresh for the research. I was going to be having a lot of sex the next day, and I didn’t know how I was going to handle it all.
But I couldn’t wait to try. Despite the fact that I promised myself I would keep it fresh downstairs, by the time I got home from work, I couldn’t stand it anymore—my horniness was just too distracting, too much to take. The minute I walked through the door, I stripped off my clothes, leaving a trail from the front door to my bedroom, and went straight for my sex drawer—the bottom drawer of my dresser where I kept my toys, lube, condoms, you name it. I grabbed my favorite nine-inch dildo, laid down on the bed, spread my legs wide, and went to town on my come box. The blinds in my bedroom were wide open, and I hoped that the hot guy next door would peek through his window and watch me fucking myself so hard. I shoved the dildo in and out of my dripping wet pussy, feeling the juices ooze through my fingers. It didn’t take long for me to come—the heat started building up between my legs the minute Diana told me about the study. It was all so delicious—all that research, all those men, all that sex. I shivered and came a second time as I wondered who would be participating in my study, and what all those hard cocks would look like together in one room. The idea was so hot—a room full of rock hard guys who were there just for me. When I got into the shower, I thought about what I should wear to get their attention.
I spent the rest of the evening reading through the study information, taking notes, and preparing what I would say and how I would behave. This was one of those times that I got the opportunity to really ooze sex from every pore of my body.
“Sex and science,” I thought. “This really is the best job ever.”
Although Paula loves her job at the perfume counter of the department store, she just can’t make ends meet. When her best friend makes a business proposition that she can’t refuse, Paula learns there’s much more to the love of fragrance than she ever imagined.
Warning: Inhaling (5,700 words) contains knowing noses, sexual sniffing, panty passion, and crimson cravings.
By the end of the week, I realized Doreen was right. The more orders I did, the more I became turned on by the thought of these men experiencing me in ways no man had experienced me before. I never dated a man with a panty fetish—at least, not that I knew of. I fantasized about my exes rummaging through my hamper and then holding up my soiled panties to their face to breathe me in deeply.
I was getting so turned on by the idea of men with my panties that I decided to give my customer a little something extra that night. I was lying on my back, with my eyes shut tight, imagining someone out there enjoying me. I unbuttoned my nightshirt and began stroking my already hard nipples. I ground my ass into the bed while worshipping my tits with one hand and letting the other wander down to the top of my frilly, white panties. I furiously rubbed my clit through the panties, feeling my wetness soak to my fingertips. I thought about how much it would turn the client on to smell my sweet juices, and I wondered if he would stroke his hard, long cock with my wet panties, thinking about pounding my pussy until he came.
A quick, intense jolt of pleasure rushed through my body as I rubbed my clit one last time. I rolled over and fell asleep with the satisfaction of knowing that someone out there was in for a treat when his mail arrived.
Working at the frozen food company is a drudgery for Angela. She hates her job, her boss, and the fact that she has to do inventory in an industrial freezer once a month.
But this month, frozen food really heats up when the hottie from corporate comes to help her work on inventory—and after some steamy encounters, Angela will never look at frozen corn the same way again.
Warning: Running Hot and Cold (7,000 words) contains icy oral, an inconvenient alarm, and the ingenious use of office supplies.
There was too much to do before Corporate Office Man arrived. I needed to print out documents for the inventory and get the spreadsheets started before the freezer fun and games began. I was getting so excited thinking about what I wanted to happen that I couldn’t concentrate on anything else.
I decided to do something about it. There was no one around, so I could easily slip into my boss’s office for a quick pick-me-up downstairs. But first I went to the office supply closet to find some reinforcements.
I stared at the shelves of office supplies and wondered what I could use. A ruler? I could rub it against my clit for sure, but I couldn’t stick it inside me.
A couple of pens? Not big enough.
A fat highlighter? That was just thick enough to do the trick. I grabbed my makeshift dildo and ran to Amy’s office before someone saw me.
I was in such a hurry to get off that I forgot to lock the door. I sat at the desk and immediately flipped her picture over so I wouldn’t have to look at her—getting a glimpse of her face would have definitely ruined the mood. I leaned back in Amy’s executive chair, pulled down my stockings and panties until they rested on my knees, and went to work.
Mark has special talents—that’s part of what Maggie loves about him after all—and relishes the opportunity to put them on display in front of an audience. When Donna finally goes to see Mark’s performance, she finds out just what Maggie has been raving about. And by the end of this wild girls’ night out, she’s convinced that she’s just seen the greatest show on earth.
Warning: The Show (5,700 words) contains self-love, anatomical acrobatics, and a human pole dance.
He slid his fingers up and down, making an imaginary trail that matched the pattern of the bulging veins. The trip from top to bottom seemed to take an eternity—partially because he was clearly prolonging his touch, and partially because his fingers really did have a long, long way to go up and down that endless shaft. Maggie told me that Mark was big, but lots of women say their men are big. Lots of men say they’re big—only to disappoint you once their boxers hit the floor and you think, is that all of it? But there was no penis marketing puffery going on here. Mark was every bit the monster that was advertised.
As a long-time hotel worker, Jennifer is no stranger to sexual encounters on the job. But when she hooks up with an executive at a confectioners’ conference during Halloween weekend, she finds that hotel lust is not just hot—it’s sweet.
Warning: Strangers With Candy (9,400 words) contains rooftop rendezvous, elevator exhibitionism and sweet, one-night delights.
As the elevator flung open, Phillip grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the sliding doors. He led me down the hall to his office, where I coyly stalled at the door, pretending I didn’t know what we were doing there.
“Did we move the meeting location, Phillip?” I asked him.
“No, Jennifer,” he said as he pulled me inside and locked the door behind us. “I’m calling a quick meeting right now. Just the two of us.”
Before I could even tell him I was game for it, he started unbuttoning my blouse, exposing my hard nipples that were still poking through the thin fabric of my bra. He grabbed my tits and squeezed them in the palms of his hands, working my nipples with his thumbs. He pushed me up against the nearest wall and took one of my nipples in his hot, ravenous mouth, resting his teeth on it. He reached his hand up under my skirt and grabbed my pussy through my panties, which were already drenched from watching the elevator sex show. As he insatiably devoured my nipples, he hiked my skirt up to my belly, and moved my panties just enough to stick one of his fingers inside me.
“I see you liked that couple as much as I did,” he muttered as he plunged two more fingers into my wetness.
“I did,” I whispered, closing my eyes and enjoying him ravaging my hot spots. “I didn’t really think you noticed.”
“You couldn’t see how hard I was in the meeting? I know you were looking down there.”
“Bad lighting,” I moaned, swiveling my hips back and forth between the wall and Phillip’s hand.
Phillip yanked his fingers out of my hole, and directed me to his desk. His drenched hand swiped a stack of paperwork onto the floor as he pushed my back against the mahogany wood. He got on his knees in front of me, spread my legs, and spent a moment admiring my fuckable folds.
“Did you see them?” he asked me. “Did you see him sucking on her pussy like that?”
“Yeah,” I panted.
“Good,” he said. “Because I’m about to do the same thing to you.”
Although some massage therapists at the local spa give their clients a little something extra from time to time, Claire has always resisted the urge to dance the happy ending hula. That is, until her favorite client triggers a desire in her that she just can’t resist.
Warning: Stroking (6,100 words) contains oral education, sauna sex speak, and oily encounters.
You’re beautiful and your body is flawless. I love working on you. I always look forward to our sessions and getting the chance to touch you.”
I was almost speechless. Granted, Vincent had flirted with me before—but never during a massage. It almost felt like a sacrilege to get flirty with him while naked on his table. We weren’t there for that. But then again, who said the healing arts can’t include a little sexual healing? A million ideas passed through my mind.
Luckily, he stopped my train of thought in its tracks before I derailed the conversation with some half-assed response.
“Are you ready to turn over for me so I can get your other side?”
“Sure,” I said, as he lifted up the sheet and I rolled over on my back. I hoped Vincent didn’t notice my hard nipples poking through the sheet, but when I saw him staring at my tits, it became clear that he saw them—and he liked what he saw.
When Jeannie and her husband buy a house in the country, they can’t wait to fulfill their lifelong dream of opening a bed and breakfast. But as she prepares to launch her new business, she finds herself seduced by a paranormal entity dedicated to delivering sexual pleasures beyond her wildest fantasies. Confused and somewhat afraid, Jeannie is torn between wanting the entity out of her home and craving more orgasmic encounters with her ghost lover.
Warning: Supernatural Seductions (13,000 words) contains seductions from a hot and horny ghost soldier, a paranormal ménage à trois, anal sex in the shower, a thwarted paranormal investigation, and a brief art history lesson.
I was half asleep, and I felt a little tickle on my toes. I was lying on my back, and I opened one of my eyes to see if I could get a glimpse of whether or not this thing was real. But there wasn’t anything there, and yet I felt fingers playing in between each of my toes.
I closed my eyes and smiled. I just wanted to enjoy the moment, and not worry so much about what was there. I felt my legs being caressed gently. Fingers danced up and down both of my legs at the same time. I was at peace and my whole body tingled. I wanted more of this—a whole lot more.
And boy oh boy, did I get it that night.
I felt my legs gently being pried apart and sensations dancing up and down my inner thighs. I moaned. That’s when I heard it again. It was that voice—as plain as day and as surely as I’m talking to you right now—and it said “I want you. I really want you.” It was a low, male voice. I shook my head a little bit in disbelief. I could explain away the feelings, just brush them off as my imagination. But hearing this voice again? I couldn’t explain that.
The voice slowly repeated its demands: “I. Want. You.”
I guess I should’ve been scared out of my mind at that point, but in that moment, nothing else mattered but the warm feelings I had. I arched my back and looked at my nipples as they perked up, longing to have someone pinch them, suck them, knead them between horny fingertips. That was my way of saying yes. Whoever you are or whatever you are, I don’t care right now. I just want you to take me. I just want you to do to me what you want to do to me.
I sighed and enjoyed the imaginary fingers that slowly caressed my inner thighs. I tilted my head back against my pillow and moaned softly. Then I felt the fingers opening up my pussy lips, exposing me to the still and nippy air in the room. I felt like a Georgia O’Keeffe flower blooming, opening, blossoming in the ecstasy of that exquisite touch. I was wide open for a finger circling the tip of my clit, slowly rubbing me clockwise, and then counterclockwise. I gulped. I couldn’t believe what was happening. This was like masturbation on steroids. My vibrators and dildos could do a lot, but they couldn’t arouse me quite like this.