Contents
Fifty Shades of Lexi Maxxwell
Introduction
Dedication
Swallowing Secrets 1
1 — Kirsty Poole: The Cost Of A Cumshot
2 — Celeste Sinclair: Special Delivery
3 — Autumn Cole: Cum And Say Thank You
4 — Sam Rayburn: An Inch From The Edge
5 — Kirsty Poole: Remember To Say Thank You
6 — Gerald Hill: Like A Redwood Falling
7 — Celeste Sinclair: Her Body Still Shaking
8 — Johnny Martin: Cougars And Cum Catchers
9 — Rick Sinclair: The Dirty Girl Beneath the Fabric
10 — Rick Sinclair: Secrets Spilled, A Novel Idea, & Maybe Just One More Idea
11 — Autumn Cole: Schoolgirl Cum Bucket
12 — Kirsty Poole: To Spit or Swallow The Truth
LEXI MAXWELL'S VALENTINES FUCKFEST
13 — Celeste and Rick Sinclair
14 — Johnny’s Valentine’s Day Random Encounter
15 — Sophia and Robert
16 — Autumn and Sam
17 — Jake and Sasha and Brooke
SEX & MONEY
18 — Celeste Sinclair: Doing It For The Love
19 — Sophia Knight: Cougar in Heat
20 — Brooke Singer: Teaching Newbie How To Fuck
21 — Jake Wallace: Learning To Fuck
22 — Mark Pruit: Sex, Money & Teasing
23 — Robert Whitlock: Exactly What He Needed
24 — Sasha Middleton: Fuck Me Harder And Stop Making Me Wait
25 — Brooke Singer: Parking in the Rear
26 — Sophia Knight: Hopeless Romantic
27 — Robert Whitlock: Busted Mid-Nut
28 — Celeste Sinclair: Cumfest Bachelor Party!
29 — Brooke Singer: Tales From the Pink Side
Talking Dirty
30 — Confessions of a Slutty Girlfriend
31 — Spring Break Threesome
32 — Sex in Public
33 — Phone Sex Slut
34 — My First Lesbian Experience
35 — Sex With My Professor
36 — Fucking the Babysitter
37 — Cum in My Mouth
The Holidays
38 — A Mother’s Day Fucking!
39 — A Father’s Day Fucking
40 — Fucking Like Rabbits. An Easter Special!
41 — St. Paddy’s Day Lucky Lay
42 — Memorial Day Gangbang
43 — 4th of July Sausage Swallower
44 — H&R Cock: Fucking Tax Day
H&R Cock: Fucking Tax Day
Random Encounters
45 — RANDOM ENCOUNTERS 1: "COFFEE SHOP SLUT"
46 — RANDOM ENCOUNTERS 2: "BANGING AT THE BEACH"
47 — RANDOM ENCOUNTERS 3: “Massage à Trois”
48 — RANDOM ENCOUNTERS 4: "FUCKING FOR CHARITY"
49 — Essay: THIS Is Why Erotica Readers Are Happier People
50 — The XXX Files: Episode 1
Copyright
INTRODUCTION
Chapter One - Brad Hammer
Chapter Two – Brad Hammer
Chapter Three – Willow Monroe
Chapter Four – Brad Hammer
Chapter Five – Willow Monroe
Chapter Six – Brad Hammer
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Contains previously published Lexi titles including Swallowing Secrets 1-4, Sex & Money Series 1-4, Talking Dirty Series 1-4, Random Encounters Series 1-4, Lexi Maxxwell’s Holiday Series, and The XXX Files Episode 1
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First published by Lexi Maxxwell, 2012
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No part of this eBook may be reproduced or transmitted in any form, without written permission from the publisher. Excerpts may be used for the purposes of review.
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This is a work of erotic fiction and contains GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF SEX, WHICH MAY OFFEND SOME AUDIENCES. This book is meant for MATURE AUDIENCES AGED 18 OR OLDER (or whatever the local laws are in your area). All sexually active characters in this work are 18 years of age or older.
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Introduction
The book Fifty Shades of Grey has proven something you and I have known a long time already — readers LOVE to be turned on.
Fifty Shades took a genre once hidden beneath brown wrappers, and brought it into the mainstream, then slapped it on department store book shelves! I don’t know how many times I laughed out loud this last summer seeing Fifty Shades read by everything from moms to old ladies at the local pool.
Whether you want to call it smut, erotica, mommy porn, the name doesn’t matter — the ‘secret’ is out.
People love erotica!
I, and perhaps most erotica writers, owe a massive thanks to E.L. James for bringing Fifty Shades to the top of the publishing charts.
Readers new to the genre aren’t asking about other erotica titles so much as asking, “Are there other Fifty Shades-like books out there?”
The series has become synonymous with erotica, which is why I’m blatantly using the Fifty Shades moniker to draw attention to a collection of the Best-of Lexi Maxxwell to date.
Make no mistake, this isn’t a bondage-type book. But it is, as many of my readers have said in reviews and email, DAMN hot!
Originally I was going to call this book, Lexi’s Box or something similarly cheeky. But when a friend suggested Fifty Shades of Lexi Maxxwell, I laughed, then said, “You know — that’s not a bad idea!”
A bulk of this book consists of the complete Swallowing Series series (to date), and its spin-offs, Sex & Money and Talking Dirty, which consist of a core group of characters and has some lighthearted continuity to it.
Also included in this collection are all of my holiday stories published so far. The Valentine’s Day stories are included up top, with the Swallowing Secrets stuff, as the Valentines Day stories include those characters. The rest are one-off stories, which you’ll find after Talking Dirty.
I’m also includingRandom Encounter stories, and an essay I originally posted at my website about why erotica readers are happier than many other types of people.
We finish this collection with the first episode of my first proper serial, The XXX Files, a sexy, humorous, action-packed series with a nod to one of my favorite shows, The X Files. This has really become it’s own series, and I absolutely loved writing it.
In the coming months, I’ll be releasing more The XXX Files stories and my first feature-length book with more emphasis on romance, which I’ll be writing under the name Autumn Cole.
I hope you enjoy this collection as much as I enjoyed writing it!
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Dedication
To YOU, my amazing reader. Thank you.
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Swallowing Secrets Books 1-4
the truth, like a blowjob, is sticky
***WARN
ING***
First published by Lexi Maxxwell, 2012
All rights reserved under the international and Pan-American Copyright Conventions.
No part of this eBook may be reproduced or transmitted in any form, without written permission from the publisher. Excerpts may be used for the purposes of review.
This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and incidents are the product of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, organizations, events or locales is entirely coincidental.
This is a work of erotic fiction and contains GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF SEX, WHICH MAY OFFEND SOME AUDIENCES. This book is meant for MATURE AUDIENCES AGED 18 OR OLDER (or whatever the local laws are in your area). All sexually active characters in this work are 18 years of age or older.
Copyright © Lexi Maxxwell 2012
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1 — Kirsty Poole: The Cost Of A Cumshot
Kirsty descended the steps of her office building, passing the stone gargoyles on guard at the front, then around the corner to the old lamppost beside the bus stop.
The lamppost was ancient beneath the billboard, blinking between two ads. The first displayed a 20-something, ridiculously pleased with his touchscreen cell phone. The next showed a woman in black stilettos and crimson lingerie, the single word Tonight, beneath her full, red lips, hovering above a bottle of expensive looking scotch.
Kirsty leaned against the lamppost, back to the billboard, waiting for her boyfriend, Damon.
It had been a long day. Fridays usually ended at 4:00, per her contract. That meant she was usually seeping in hot water and bubbles by 6:00, while Damon stood guard at the front door waiting on the pizza. She waited all week for Fridays – the city’s best pizza from D’Angelo’s, a bottle of red from Coppola and a fuckfest from Damon.
Always once and often twice.
At least it used to be.
Problem was, Friday’s shine had dulled. Damon was working way too much, and had been for three months. At least that’s the lie she kept believing. Kirsty didn’t exactly smell another woman, but a guy who had shot his thick load in, on or around her for nearly every day of their first two years together didn’t stop without a reason.
Maybe it was work, but maybe it was something else.
Seemed like the space between them was quickly filling with things neither wanted to say. They had a plan to thin some distance tonight, but Kirsty got a last minute call to burn the oil into the weekend, preparing for Gerald, the new guy starting Monday.
Gerald would be taking over the McKinley and Ackerman accounts, and required a full briefing first thing Monday morning.
Kirsty glanced at her watch – 8:47. Where the hell is he? Damon promised he’d pick her up at 8:30 sharp, swore that despite her having to work late, this Friday would be like the old ones.
But the street was black and empty, punctuated every minute or so by the occasional blurring red light from a passing car and the live band in the bar a block away.
Kirsty pulled her phone from her purse and checked her messages. Fourteen emails, one voicemail, two texts, but nothing from Damon.
Asshole.
He had five minutes, not one minute more. After that, Kirsty was calling a car. And the firm could pay for it. She could order a pizza from the town car, and it would be there by the time the tub was full. If Damon wasn’t home, fine. She’d have the pizza and wine to herself. She could fuck herself, too. That’s what her bottom drawer was for.
Kirsty felt a twitch between her legs and a softening against the satin of her pink panties; a sudden surge of horny energy as she imagined the mostly empty glass of Pinot Noir on her nightstand, her right hand massaging her breasts, left nipple kneaded between her thumb and forefinger, while her left hand pet the pink of her blooming pussy, priming it for her favorite glass toy.
Kirsty shuddered, then felt a sudden flash of anger at Damon.
Most of her knew he was cheating; had to be. And she hated him for it. But she couldn't find a way to initiate a dialogue. Truth was, she’d forgive him. Sex was sex, no big deal. Damon clearly loved her. If they could just get their schedules to blend, everything would be okay. She’d never met a guy like Damon. Sex had never better than it was with him, not even in her post college year, when she’d pulled free from her studies, unleashed her libido into the wild, and finally started taking some of her best friend Celeste’s advice.
Kirsty knew it as fact: Few women could suck a cock like she could, especially after Celeste’s training, and no woman’s mouth had ever come close to doing what hers had done to Damon.
The blush between her legs deepened, but Kirsty ignored it. She pulled the phone from her purse, hit the Contacts button, scrolled to the car company the firm always called, then hit Dial.
“Yes, this is Kirsty Poole. I’m at Miller and Hodge, outside beside the lamppost. I need a car, as soon as possible, please.” Five or six seconds of silence, then: “Yes, that would be great. Thanks.”
Kirsty dropped the phone in her purse and waited, still leaning against the lamppost. Five minutes felt like 10, waiting for the town car to meet the curb. Kirsty tapped her feet to the catchy rock, rolling in a wave from the bar a block away. After another five minutes passed, which felt like 15, a black Escalade finally pulled to the curb. Kirsty figured they must have had to send the SUV because of her short notice, then wondered if they’d bill the firm extra for the luxury.
The passenger window opened with a purr. The driver didn’t look a thing like the usual silver haired chauffeurs the transport company hired. He was young, maybe 35. A full head of charcoal hair, mopped over dark, confident eyes. A strong jaw cast his light stubble in a handsome shadow.
He smiled.
Kirsty smiled back, gave the driver a slight nod, then opened the passenger side and stepped inside the Escalade, closing the heavy door behind her. The driver smiled a second time, then put the car in gear and pulled into the street.
“So where should we go?” he asked.
Kirstie opened her mouth, but before she could say anything, the driver said, “Never mind. I know a place. It’s right up ahead.”
What?
Kirsty swallowed. This doesn’t make any sense. She wanted to protest, say something, anything, but confusion kept her voice captive. The Escalade made a sharp right, then an immediate left, heading toward the small park behind the library.
Kirsty suddenly realized where she was going, and exactly what was happening.
HolyFUCKINGShit, how is this happening? This guy thinks I’m a hooker!
Kirsty’s mouth was already half open, about to object, when the driver put his hand on her knee and ran his finger up and along the inside of her thigh. A sharp tingle shot from the base of her neck down to her tailbone.
“I’m not…” Kirsty stuttered, “I’m not a…”
The stranger swung into the empty park and killed the engine, his right hand now at the top of Kirsty’s inner thigh, his thumb just beneath the laced elastic edge of her pink panties.
Kirsty pussy started to pulse. Speech was impossible.
The stranger was breathing faster, Kirsty could see the thick chord bulging in his pants. He lowered his zipper, freeing his thick flesh with his left hand. His right stayed on her thigh, threatening to breach her panty’s perimeter.
She opened her mouth but his words were faster. “I need you to suck me off NOW. How much will that cost?” His words were labored behind heavy breath. His cock was throbbing.
Kirsty found her voice. “$200.”
What the FUCK?
What am I thinking?
What in the hell am I DOING?
Kirsty’s pussy started to pound.
She had always been fascinated by the thought of getting paid for sex. Celeste had been her best friend for more than a decade, ever since they were roommates in college. Back then, Celeste had worked for a fancy escort service. She had come close to talking Kirsty into taking jobs a couple of times,
but Kirsty had always backed out. Always with a good excuse, but it was really only because she never had the guts.
Even now, Kirsty thought about it plenty.
She loved giving head, and getting fucked six ways to Sunday. And what was so wrong with getting paid to do what you loved? It was a helluva lot better than working for the firm, or staying late on Friday to prepare for the new guy.
The thought of taking a stranger’s throbbing cock into her hot, wet mouth had flashed through her mind more than once when her fingers were busy gliding inside her. The reality now looking her in the eyes was enough to drive her wild.
“Seems high for a hummer,” the stranger said as he slipped three fingers inside her. “But it feels like you’re gonna give it your all, so I’m sure it will be worth it.
Kirsty loved sucking cock. Loved the throb, the pulse, the control. Loved the happy ending – in her mouth, on her face, anywhere. But the bottomless throb between her legs made her hate the stranger for a second. She was suddenly hungry to face the window, slap her hands against the glass, and order the stranger to fuck her from behind as hard and as fast as he could.
But, Kirsty thought, the customer was always right.
Not believing what she was about to do, Kirsty wordlessly bent forward, kissed the head of the stranger’s dick, then let her lips linger along the length of his shaft. She could tell he wanted her to go faster, but he shuddered and rolled his head against the leather seat the second he saw the craven look in her eye.
Kirsty wrapped her fingers around his cock and flicked at its tip with her tongue, then let her wet flesh fall completely from her mouth as she slowly painted his shaft from the bottom, then back to the top. She gave the stranger another glance, then turned her full attention to his dick.
She parted her lips, closed them tightly around the tip, then slowly slid to the base, taking his entire length in her mouth.
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