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Fifty Shades of Green: Doing It for the Money


An Erotic Collection


By Kiki Wellington


Copyright © 2014 by Kiki Wellington. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or any information storage and retrieval system, without prior written permission from the author.


Fifty Shades of Green: Doing It for the Money is a 51,400 word work of fiction by Kiki Wellington. All names, characters, and events are products of her libidinous imagination. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.


From the Author:

ADULTS ONLY PLEASE. Fifty Shades of Green: Doing It for the Money contains sexually explicit material and adult language. This collection is not appropriate for children and may be offensive to some readers.


Fifty Shades of Green: Doing It for the Money contains the following erotic stories:


The Debriefing (4,500 words)

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 contains anal action, deep throat oral, blood pressure monitoring, and scientific discovery gone wild.


EXCERPT:


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."


Inhaling (5,700 words)

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 contains knowing noses, sexual sniffing, panty passion, and crimson cravings.


EXCERPT:


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.


Running Hot and Cold (7,000 words)

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 contains icy oral, an inconvenient alarm, and the ingenious use of office supplies.


EXCERPT:


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.


The Show (5,700 words)

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 contains self-love, anatomical acrobatics, and a human pole dance.


EXCERPT:


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.

Strangers With Candy (9,400 words)

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 contains rooftop rendezvous, elevator exhibitionism and sweet, one-night delights.


EXCERPT:


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."


Stroking (6,100 words)

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 contains oral education, sauna sex speak, and oily encounters.


EXCERPT:


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.


Supernatural Seductions (13,000 words)

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 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.


EXCERPT:


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.






























But First, a Word....


Thank you for taking the time to read this ebook. I adore writing erotic stories, and if you enjoy reading this even half as much as I did writing it, I'll be one happy horndog. May you get off and get a smile on your face...and other places!


With gratitude and mind-blowing orgasms,


Kiki Wellington

www.sexwithkiki.com

































The Debriefing









































"We would like for you to be the lead on this study, Abby," my boss told me.


I couldn't believe what I was hearing. It was the best day of my career. Truth be told, at the risk of sounding completely hyperbolic, I can safely say it was the best day of my life.


"Me? Really? I can't believe it! I mean, it's so sudden."


"We feel that you would be the best person for the job."


"Diana, I don't mean to sound ungrateful or anything, but I've only been working here for six months. Are you sure I have enough experience at this point to take the lead on a study?"


"Abby, you're a fantastic worker. I have absolute faith in you,” she assured me. "Plus, there are personality factors that also come into play when choosing a lead for studies like this. We feel you are uniquely qualified to do the job."


"I am? Why?"


"We reviewed all of the background information we gathered when you applied for this job—the questionnaires you filled out, your social media activity, the research you did when you were working on your degree. It all points to the fact that this study is tailor-made for you."


"I'm so flattered, Diana. Thank you for believing in me. What will I be doing exactly?"


"Well, you have to understand that the methodology here is very unorthodox. But this is going to revolutionize human sexuality research—we may be doing something on the level of Alfred Kinsey or Masters and Johnson."


"That sounds amazing!"


"So, we're going to be looking at the level of arousal that men experience when exposed to stimuli in different sexual conditions. We're not just looking at the fact that they are aroused, but we are actually going to measure how aroused a man gets when exposed to specific situations and stimuli. We want to measure what turns men on the most physiologically and psychologically speaking."


"That sounds really interesting, Diana," I said, trying to hide the excitement I felt about studying sex in that way. "What do I have to do?"


"You will be acting out a series of conditions and measuring how aroused each member of the study becomes when being exposed to those conditions."


"Do you mean I have to have sex with them?" By this time, I was definitely trying to hide how excited I was about leading the study.


"Well...yes. You will be acting out the conditions and recording how aroused the study participants become. You don't have a problem with that, do you?"


I absolutely did not have a problem with that, but I had to pause for a minute before I answered because I didn't want Diana to think I was a complete freak. "Well, in the name of science, I guess I can do that."


Diana handed me two large binders and patted me on the back. "I knew I could count on you for this. Oh, and given the nature of the study, we will need you to wear something provocative. Although a lot of the time you will probably be at least partially nude, sexy attire would definitely be appropriate."


"I can do that."


"Do you have any questions so far?"


"At some point, will we be studying the same thing with women?"


"Yes. We're going to have one of the male researchers be the lead on the companion study. If things go well with your study, I'm sure we can have you work on that one in some capacity as well."


"Somebody's going to be in for a good time," I mumbled while flipping through the background materials Diana gave me.


"Make sure you get through all of that tonight. We're going to have you start first thing tomorrow morning."


"I will. You can count on me, Diana."


***


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 peak 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."


***


I decided not to go to work dressed like a complete hooker—I was a professional after all—even though inside I felt like one. I wore a tight, low-cut sweater, a short skirt, and sexy underwear. I didn't know if the men would be turned on by my outfit, but when they saw what we would be doing, there was no way they wouldn't rise to this occasion. I was so excited that I almost got into a fender bender rushing to work. I just couldn't wait to get there.


When I got into the office, Diana was waiting for me at my desk.


"I hope you're ready for today. This is going to be a big step in your career. We're all rooting for you."


"I'm so ready for this, Diana," I said. I hoped that she interpreted my excitement as enthusiasm for my job and not horniness for the men. "I did so much work last night to prepare. I can't wait to get started."


"Great," said Diana. "All of the study subjects are set up in the test center, so we can get started right away. You have a long day ahead of you. I hope you got a good night's sleep."


As we walked to the test center, my heart pounded through my sweater, and I could feel my nipples getting hard as they rubbed against the fabric. Diana walked a couple of paces ahead of me, and I hoped she wouldn't turn around and see my nipples doing the dance of joy before the study even began.


When we got to the test center, I felt mini-orgasms rippling through my body at the sight of a few dozen hot, hard half-naked men wearing nothing but tighty whities and a blood pressure cuff. It was as if Diana had read my mind: I hate boxers because they leave way too much to the imagination. I assumed that since the subjects would be hooked up to a plethysmograph, they would all be wearing boxer shorts to give them enough room for the device. I was pleasantly surprised that these small rings used to measure the flow of blood to the penis fit nicely inside of briefs, so that I could get a nice peep show while I was working. The research was off to a great start—and it would only get better.


Some of the study subjects were already sporting their erections when we walked into the room. I couldn't believe how lucky I was to have that job. God, how I love science.


"Good morning, gentlemen," Diana said as she walked to the front of the room and sat on top of the huge, mahogany desk. She motioned for me to sit next to her, and I made sure to hike up my skirt so the study subjects would get in the right mood. There was a reclining chair next to the desk, which was where I would perform the conditions of the study.


"As you already know, we are conducting a study to measure the types of sexual stimuli that men best respond to," she continued. "I see that my other researcher has already hooked you up to the equipment, so we will be looking at how much your blood pressure goes up as you're exposed to a stimulus—as well as how each study condition gets your blood pumping downstairs."


I couldn't speak for the men, but I knew I was feeling all tingly and warm downstairs. My heart was certainly pumping and I could hardly concentrate on what my boss was saying.


"You each have a notebook to record exactly what you're thinking throughout the day," Diana explained. "We also want to measure your mental and emotional responses to the stimuli, so every five minutes, you need to write down what's on your mind and what you're feeling as you watch the study conditions. Does everyone understand?"


They all nodded in unison. I wiggled around on top of the desk, hoping Diana wouldn't notice, but that every man in the room would.


"You've already met my other researcher, Peter, but he won't be participating in the study conditions. He will come around and monitor your blood pressure regularly and answer any questions you have."


I had no idea one of my coworkers would be involved in the study, and I felt a twinge of embarrassment when I saw Peter standing up in the back of the room. What would he think of me? How could I work with him again after he saw me doing all those dirty things with all those different men? We'd always had a really good working relationship; I hoped that it wouldn't be ruined by this. On the other hand, Peter was an extremely attractive man, so I thought that maybe after the study was finished, if he enjoyed the view, it could lead to a nasty office affair.


The things I do in the name of science.


"I understand that Peter has already had you sign your release forms to participate in the study," Diana continued. "As he explained, there are four conditions in the study, and randomly-selected participants will act out these conditions with Abby, the lead researcher."


"I've already made the assignments, Diana," Peter chimed in from the back of the room.


"Great! Well, I guess I'll leave you to get started," she said. As Diana walked back to the door and grabbed the knob, she reminded me that if I needed anything, she would be in her office all day. "But I suspect you can handle this all by yourself, Abby." She chuckled and left the room.


When Diana shut the door, I started feeling nervous and reluctant. I had never been the lead researcher on any study, much less a study that required me to perform sexually for a room full of hot and horny men. But it was my job, and I didn't want to let my boss down. And let's face it, how often was I going to get the opportunity to act out sexually like this at work with the blessing of my employer?


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