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Fifty Shades of Green II: Paying for It

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 II: Paying for It is a 43,000 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 II: Paying for It 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 II: Paying for It contains the following erotic stories:

The Double (5,900 words)

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 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.

Gratuities (8,700 words)

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 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."

Licking (5,500 words)

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 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."

"Oh real—"

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.

Secret Santa (17,900 words)

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 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.

Supernatural Seductions III (5,000 words)

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 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.

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


The Double

I should have known something wasn't quite right with you. You seemed more attentive, more loving than ever. The whole time we've been married, I don't think you'd ever paid as much attention to me or our relationship or anything that didn't have to do with yourself. Some days I wasn't even sure how or why we got together in the first place. I always loved you, you know that, and I wanted to believe that deep down inside somewhere you did love me too. Otherwise, why would you be with me? Why would you ask me to marry you? Why would you spend all these years with me if there wasn't something real between us?

That was the shred of hope that kept me going, that kept me from feeling completely hopeless about the relationship. Maria told me no less than a million times I should leave you. Every time she did, I kept telling myself that although my sister is usually right about most things, this is where she completely missed the mark. This was where, for the first time in my life, I was going to prove my sister wrong. I was going to make this marriage work come hell or high water, no matter what Maria said or my friends said...or you said. We got married for a reason, marriage is sacred, and that was the end of the story. Divorce just wasn't an option.

So when out of the blue you started paying more attention to me, I was elated. I thought my prayers had been answered, and I was finally going to get the marriage I deserved.

I remember the moment it started like it was yesterday: You came home from work with a "just because" gift—roses and a box of artisan chocolates from that place I like downtown. I was gobsmacked when I saw it. Getting you to buy something nice for me for Christmas or my birthday or Valentine's Day was usually like pulling teeth with you. Gift giving just wasn't your style. Doing things, even little things, just because you were thinking of me was never your modus operandi. So when you walked through the door with those gifts, it burned into my brain because of the sheer novelty of it.

"Oh my God, Dean, what's all this for?" I asked you as you handed me my presents and wrapped the moment up in a bow of your sweet kiss.

"Why does it have to be for anything?"

"Well, it's just that I know you hate shopping, so I can't imagine why you'd go out of your way to do this. It's not any special occasion I'm aware of."

"I don't need a special occasion to show my wife how much I love her," you told me.

That made me melt inside. In the back of my mind I was telling Maria to go fuck herself and work on her own marital problems. Because despite his flaws and faults and fuck ups, my man loves me. This proves it. After all those years of giving me shit, she was going to eat her words—and I couldn't wait to shove that plate full of crow right down her throat.

I was so overjoyed, as soon as I filled the crystal vase with water and plopped the flowers inside, I ran into your arms. You held me tight, as if your body was telling me that everything was going to be okay—that our marriage, while it had its hiccups, was going to be more solid than ever. I was finally going to have that happily ever after dream come true. I was going to ride off into the sunset with the man of my dreams and forever be treated the way you were treating me in that moment.

You squeezed me around my waist, pressing me so close to you that everything else—the fights, the hurt feelings, the lies—seemed to melt away. It was like we had miraculously been teleported back to the beginning of our relationship, when we could do no wrong in each other's eyes.

You started sweetly kissing my neck, something I don't remember you doing before. You were slow, romantic, deliberate—I wasn't used to it. Over the years, you became a "wham bam, thank you ma'am" type, even though I begged you for a little bit more foreplay, a little bit more tenderness. I always hated feeling rushed as if you were paying for me by the hour. But that night I thought, "Wow, it finally sank in. He finally listened to what I've been telling him all these years."

What you never seemed to understand was that taking a little bit of time—not even that much— would rev me up more than throwing me on the bed like some savage. You were finally figuring out the combination to my safe, and you had no idea that you were about to unlock a night full of carnal pleasures that you hadn't imagined.

But as you may recall, that came later. I was just enjoying you kissing my neck gently, as if you didn't have a care in the world or a place to go. Then your lips brushed against my cheek, setting my face on fire and making my heart pound for you. I couldn't remember the last time I felt so much love and desire for you. Up until that point, I felt like we were nothing more than roommates with benefits—and to be honest, the benefits weren't all that beneficial most of the time.

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.

As if we were players in a soap opera or romance novel, you lifted me off my feet and carried me up the stairs. I tried to remember if you had ever done that before...do you know? I wondered if you did it on our wedding night—carry me over the threshold of that cheap motel room, the only one we could afford at the time, where we ravaged each other all weekend long until we went on our road trip down the coast. But that was a lifetime ago; I wasn't sure it actually happened that way.

But it did happen that particular day. My heart jumped with anticipation and surprise. I didn't know what had gotten into you, but I have to tell you it made me so hot that I couldn't wait for you to get into me.

Like I said, slow and steady wins the race. Maybe if you had listened a long time ago, we wouldn't have gotten into the marital mess we were in.

You carried me to the bed, and I expected you to revert back to your old ways—throwing me down and jumping on top of me to speed up the interlude. I was pleasantly surprised that you gently laid me down on your side of the bed and crawled in next to me, holding me tight and looking into my eyes.

"I love you, Jessica," you whispered in my ear.

"I love you too, Dean."

"I know things have not been going well...not for a very long time. I know that much of it is my fault. I'm sorry."

"You are?" I asked. Did you hear the tremble in my voice when I did? Did you know how long I had longed to hear you say something like that? Did you know all I wanted was a little bit of acknowledgment that I had legitimate grievances and wasn't going crazy? Did you know how much it meant to me for you to say something like that, for you to finally take some responsibility for the things that had gone wrong in our relationship?

In those three little sentences, you made my day, my month, my year...my life. That was all I ever wanted, for us to get back on the same page. And that night it seemed like the first paragraphs had been written.

"I am. Jessica, I know I can be difficult—maybe even an asshole. But I swear, it was never my intention to hurt you. You're the most important thing in my life; you have to know that. Do you know that?"

I didn't, but I lied.

"Of course," I whispered in the most convincing way I could muster. "I just want you to pay more attention to me, to keep my feelings in mind when you do things. I don't think that's asking for a lot."

"You're right. I've been selfish. But that's all going to change."

"Thank you."

I couldn't have been happier, so when you pressed your face against mine again, I was excited to receive your tongue in my mouth. You tasted like chocolate; I assumed you couldn't resist the samples on display when you went to the candy store. And I have to tell you, that was the best tasting chocolate, the sweetest, richest confection I ever had. Our tongues twirled in each other's mouths slowly, and then I surprised you by picking up the pace. I rolled over on top of you, kissing you feverishly and dry humping your crotch.

I know this is going to sound weird, Dean, but I was pleasantly surprised that you didn't already have an erection. I know, who says that? No one thinks a soft man is good to find. But, in my mind, it meant that everything you said to me was sincere. You weren't saying it because you were raging with hormones and doing whatever you had to do to get your cock in me. In my mind, what you said was heartfelt because it wasn't just the means to a sexual end—it meant you really did want to work on our relationship.

And that meant everything to me.

It also got my motors running. So much to your surprise, I unbuttoned your pants and pulled them down to your knees. It didn't take long for me to work on your underwear, pulling your boxers down swiftly by the waistband and resting them on top of your pants. Without ceremony, I took your cock in my mouth and started to work you up. I massaged your hairy balls in my hands, and listened to you moan slightly from above my head.

"Do you see all the benefits you get when you're nice to me?" I thought.

Your body soon responded to my stimulation. Your cock quickly expanded in my mouth, filling me up until the head tickled the back of my throat. You rested your hand on my head, stroking my hair lightly. That turned me on even more, and I continued to gulp down your cock, sliding your shaft in and out of my mouth—first slowly, and then with wild abandon.

I gripped your balls in my fist, massaging them and even sometimes pinching them, as they tightened up between my fingers. I bobbed my head up and down your hard on, admiring how big and thick and wet you were, how you slipped easily inside of my throat. I absolutely inhaled every single inch of you, as you moaned and played with my hair. Usually this would be around the time that you'd be ready to squirt your creamy goodness in my face like some kind of porn star, but instead you surprised me by letting me know you didn't want to come yet...instead you wanted to work on me.

I don't know if that was a line or not, but it certainly did the trick. I was already drenched downstairs, and by the time your soft, wet tongue slid up and down my pussy, I could've exploded right then and there. You nibbled on my clit, stuck your tongue deep into my walls, and took care of me as if it didn't even matter to you whether you came or not. If you hadn't noticed, that kind of sexual altruism has always been a turn on for me. And the fact that you actually listened, and it finally got through your thick head, was equally enticing. My heart pounded with every lick, with every suck, with every second. I had never been so turned on. I'd never been so close to you. And while I was enjoying the best oral I had ever received, I longed to feel you inside of me. I couldn't wait until your cock slid deep inside of my walls, filling me up with every thrust.

When I told you that, your reaction surprised me. It was as if you didn't want to stop licking my pussy. I wasn't about to complain, but I needed more. You happily obliged, and you slowly entered me, making me feel a kind of heaven that I was aching for. I wiggled my hips up and down, slowly at first but then with more ferocity, but you actually told me to slow down. That was a strange but welcome surprise.

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