Fifty Shades of Green II: Paying for It
Can money buy love? Maybe. Maybe not. But these ladies don’t care about that. They have no problem buying sex…and getting every penny’s worth of the sex they paid for.
This collection contains the following erotic stories:
After years of being rocky, Jessica’s marriage seems to finally be turning around. She’s not sure what’s come over Dean, but he’s more caring and loving than ever…especially in the bedroom. While she hopes the passionate romps are a sign of good things to come in the New Year, she can’t help but wonder if Dean’s transformation is a little too good to be true.
Warning: The Double (5,900 words) contains sensual surprises, marital meddling, and sexual subterfuge.
You filled my flushed cheek with warm kisses, stoking my fires with each touch of your mouth. Then you maneuvered your lips onto mine, continuing with your gentle movements. After brushing your lips against mine several times, you slowly cocked your head to the side and opened my mouth with your tongue. Our tongues danced a slow waltz in each other’s mouths, and I felt your hands running up and down my back. I had my arms firmly wrapped around your neck, and took the opportunity to stroke the back of your head, your soft, freshly cut hair filling my palm.
You pulled away and whispered in my ear, “Jessica, would you like to go upstairs?”
I nodded. I don’t know if you noticed it through our clothes, but my nipples had gotten hard up against your chest, and I was definitely excited for you to undress me and press your naked body up against mine.
Alicia had the fantasy all the time: She orders a pizza and embarrassingly realizes she doesn’t have any cash to pay the delivery man. But then she gets an idea—she’ll pay him in yummy sexual trade. The pizza man can’t believe his luck and their encounter heats up while her pizza cools down.
With her husband out of town, Alicia decides to finally enjoy a special delivery from the man who has a reputation around town for bringing something extra with his pies. But little does she know, this pizza man wants more than just a delicious quickie.
Warning: Gratuities (8,700 words) contains awkward oral, bubble bath foot worship, and high caloric naughtiness.
I couldn’t hide my arousal. “Is everything all right?” my husband asked me, as Stephen continued caressing my legs. “You sound flustered. Are you feeling well?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m just a little bit tired. I don’t want to keep you, so maybe I should let you get back to work.”
The next thing Andrew said would usually make me incredibly happy, but in this case, it was the exact right thing to say at the exact wrong moment.
“No, I have plenty of time. And I wanted to hear your voice. I felt bad that I didn’t get to come home before I left.”
“That’s really sweet of….”
All of a sudden, Stephen opened my legs wide and buried his face in my pussy, licking my folds as if his tongue was mining for hidden sexual treasures.
“Honey, I have to go to the bathroom real quick. Hold on a sec,” I gasped and tried to hide my exquisite discomfort.
I put my hand over the phone and moved it as far away from my body as I could. I leaned over and watched Stephen fucking me with his tongue.
“What are you doing?” I whispered breathlessly. “At least wait until I’m off the phone.”
He lifted his head up from the work he was doing between my legs just long enough to say, “I’m taking care of you. You know you love it. You should enjoy it.”
“I would enjoy it a little bit more if my husband wasn’t on the phone.”
“Then hang up.”
Alexandra plays hooky from work in the hopes of getting a little nookie from her plumber. And when this hot handyman pleasures her, it’s not just the bathroom pipes that are going to spring a leak.
Warning: Licking (5,500 words) contains analingus interruptus, tongue bathing, and sickly performances.
Ryan grabbed the towel and then unceremoniously let it fall to the floor in front of him.
“I don’t need that,” he said, moving toward me. Although our bodies weren’t touching yet, I could feel the heat radiating from him, and my pussy juices started to trickle between my legs in anticipation of what he might do.
“You don’t?” I asked nervously, still not knowing if he was fully on board with my program.
“No,” he said, crouching down in front of my wet legs. “I have my own way of drying off wet bodies.”
Before I could fully get the word out of my mouth, Ryan was licking the water off my legs. I jumped with surprise and laughed as his taste buds tickled my smooth, wet skin.
“Oh, this is how you do it?” I giggled, looking down at him as he slowly ran his tongue up and down my legs, not so much drying me off as replacing the shower’s water with his own. I rested my hand on top of his head and ran my fingers through his hair. “That’s different,” I said as his hot breath heated me up.
It’s December, but Lisa isn’t feeling the holiday cheer. After getting fired unfairly from her job, all she wants to do is binge on ice cream and bad TV—and crawl into her husband’s loving arms. But he’s been called away on a business trip and can’t give her what she needs. When left to her own devices, will Lisa find some Christmas cheer on her own?
Warning: Secret Santa (17,900 words) contains early morning aural, locker room exhibitionism, and hot chocolate seduction.
As the sun started sinking down the sky, I began to wonder how the night was going to end. How did he want it to end? How did I? I tried not to think about it; I just wanted to concentrate on the gorgeous view from my apartment. I loved watching the sun go down, or the sun come up, over the skyline.
Chris couldn’t help but notice it too. He pointed toward the large floor-to-ceiling windows in the middle of my living room, looking amazed. “Wow, you have an incredible view here. I would never want to leave the house if I lived here. I would just park my ass in front of the window all day and watch the city.”
I nodded in agreement. “It is pretty awesome. You want to get a closer look?”
I jumped to my feet and headed to the window. During that time of day, the sun looked like it was disappearing into one of the buildings, which always amused me. Then the darkness started to settle in. I could stand in front of that window for hours and having Chris there definitely made the experience better. He stood close behind me…very close. I could feel his breath warming up the back of my neck, which made me close my eyes and fantasize about what could happen, might happen, shouldn’t happen, if I gave in to the way he made me tingle inside.
Second by second, I felt Chris inching closer to me, until he was firmly pressed up against my back. I could actually feel his chest rise and fall and my breathing started to mirror his after a while. We stood there silently, watching the sun go down, the planes go by, the little ants on the ground rushing home from work. It was so busy outside, but in my apartment, time with Chris stood still. But the silence wasn’t awkward this time. It felt good. Too good.
“Lisa, the view in here is absolutely gorgeous,” he said directly into my ear. I couldn’t deny how much I wanted him. If he made the first move, I would be sure to follow him…anywhere.
“I know! I love looking down at the city like this. It’s so relaxing.”
“That’s not the view I’m talking about,” Chris said, moving his mouth downward until his lips were pressed softly against the side of my neck. Every inch of my body responded, but I couldn’t let it show.
Olivia needs to get away—away from the job that she hates, from the stress, and from the fact that she hasn’t had sex since…she doesn’t even know. When a friend gives her the opportunity to spend a free weekend at a country bed and breakfast, with the promise of an out-of-town hook up, it seems like the perfect remedy for her discontent.
And the trip doesn’t disappoint: Throughout the weekend, Olivia becomes possessed by unexplained sexual cravings that bring her to the heights of pleasure. But who is she sharing all of these delicious desires with? What is the unseen force that is making her orgasm over and over and over again?
Warning: Supernatural Seductions III (5,000 words) contains seductions from a hot and horny ghost soldier, vibrator play, anal sex, a naked sprinkler game, and splinters in unusual places.
I had an incredible desire to be outside that night. It was my last night there, and I really wanted to enjoy the weather, the country air, and the strong feelings of desire that rose up in me.
All I wanted in that moment was to be naked. I sat on the bench in the backyard, taking everything in, trying to talk myself out of this irresistible impulse that I’d had all weekend long. But I took off my clothes anyway, and spread my legs wide. I thought about bringing Old Faithful outside with me, but I had a feeling I wouldn’t need it.
I was right. I felt a breath between my legs, and a rough, wet tongue circling around my clit. My juices trickled out from my pussy. I imagined Michael nestled between my legs, lapping me up and enjoying every sweet lick. But he wasn’t there, and it didn’t matter. Obviously just thinking about him was enough to get me going. It felt like he was fucking me with his tongue, darting it in and out of me rapidly. I writhed my hips and squeezed my breasts—partially hoping that no one would catch me, partially hoping that someone would.