Ah, the things we do for money. They say that "money is the root of all evil." Maybe that's so. What kinds dastardly deeds have you engaged in for a buck or two? Confess your dollar driven sins with us here and now.

My Part Time Job Got Me Into Real Estate

I was an entry level accounting clerk and the CFO asked me to help him with some rent houses he owned, part time. He would pay me 500 a week. That doubled my income, so I took it. The jib required leasing, make ready and cleaning, collections, and evictions. I was going to learn a lot.

What he did not tell me was what he was going to teach me, himself. My first lesson was at a rent house that was vacant and needed to be leased. I went with him, on Sunday after church. He put his arms around me, forcing my face up so he could kiss my mouth. Just letting me know that he liked me.

A couple of weeks later he repeated the lesson, this time I raised my face for his kiss, and his hand patted my bottom. I was embarrassed, he was so much older than me, like my father. He liked patting my bottom, he patted me several times. Walking out of the 'unit' he kept his arm around my shoulder.

Next was a furnished unit, and I found him between my legs poking me with his penis. With a long kiss he penetrated inch by inch while looking into my eyes. He asked me if I liked taking chances, and he quickly released his semen in me. To let him know if something happened.

Well it did happen, maybe not from that first time, he used me to relieve his tension in. But once pregnant he was more careful, because I was delicate. I was kissed, and hugged, and of course had my bottom patted. I was fine until I was around twelve weeks when the morning sickness happened. He let me come in late and make it up after five. When I was alone in his office he held my belly in his hands.

I continued with the rent houses, until I was heavy with my pregnancy and I got a few days off, enough time to have my baby. Of course, the paperwork said he was the father, but for decency to my baby, I used my name socially, not to attract attention. And that was the way I got into the real estate business.

  • I Have My Own Business In Digital Marketing, I Market Prostitution

    I was 15 when my older cousin was m****red in a mugging. She was 22 in college. No one was ever caught. I developed a fear or phobia about being alone on the streets or public place. This fear kept me from being social, from going to college. I worked in a day care.

    I took courses online and I got a graduation certificate in digital marketing. I got a job with a girl I knew from my work group from college. She took me to a meeting and showed my work to this client. That's how I worked for that client. The client wanted weekly meetings during the campaign with his team, and I was invited. One day I told him about my fear.

    I was in a motel room, he was in the bathroom. I thought about leaving but he opened the door so I stayed. He had sex with me and left me a g*ft before leaving. That was the beginning of me sex working for money. I met with the clients on line, they paid beforehand over the internet, I met them at the motel of my choosing, I left a tip for the cleaning girl.

    On this one occasion I was face to face with the cleaning girl. She asked me how much I made, because she needed money. So I helped her, marketed her, I took my cut gave her the rest. She brought another girl. Soon I had eight girls, I didn't need to see customers. But I've kept seeing that man from that company.

    Paper Route

    When I was in late elementary school, me and a couple of buddies hung out with this kid who was 14. He told us all he knew about sex, which wasn’t a lot. But he did tell us about blow jobs. My friends and I would sneak off in the woods, or somebody’s garage and experiment. But summer ended, school started, and that was pretty much that. Fast forward a few years. He’s now 18 and and I’m 15. Stop by his parents house to collect for my paper route. He holds up the envelope with my money and says ok, but you gotta give me a blow job first. I stammered, and he said I’ll give you one if you give me one first. I hesitated, and he said “and I’ll give you five bucks”. That was good bit of money in the early 70’s. So we go back to his parent’s garage, and I quickly realized there was a huge difference between little boy wieners and grown man cock. I loved the feel of it in my mouth, the taste of it, the taste of the cum in my mouth, the feel of the warm creaminess in my throat as I swallowed it (and yes 50 years later I still swallow). He reneged on the blow job, but he jacked me off and I got $5. And every other Friday for a couple of months he got a blow job and I got $5. The last few weeks I didn’t charge him. And the week he left for college I gave him and buddy blow jobs for free. Didn’t see him again for about 15 years when I ran into him in a bar in Ann Arbor. He smiled and asked if I still gave blow jobs. I laughed and nodded. We went back to my hotel room. Turns out gave as good as he got, and a lot more than just bj’s. It was a very good weekend

  • Being A Prostitute. A Reality Check.

    I work as a prostitute in a studio apartment which I do not live in. Let me give you a reality check about what it's really like from a practical sense.

    Clients contact me via email. I tell them my 5 rules. Then they tell me what they want. Then we work out a price, and a day and time they can come over.

    My clients come from all genders, races, religions, and vary wildly in age. They usually fall into 5 categories:

    1- The frustrated ones (usually middle aged men). The ones who are having a midlife crisis, or going through a divorce, or just feel that society have been left behind. Most of them just want to be comforted by another person.
    2- Older virgins (usually middle aged men). The ones who want to do it at least once, just to feel like their part of the club.
    3- The weird ones (varies a lot). The ones who have a very bizarre or unusual kink that they can't do or feel awkward doing with their partner.
    4- The repressed ones (usually early 30s women). The ones who have repressed a lot of their desires, and want to explore their feelings in a safe way.
    5- The dying ones (usually elderly people of all genders). The ones who know their life is going downhill fast, and want to have a farewell tour.

    Out of the hundreds of clients I've had, I've only ever had to kick out two of them. Both middle aged men, who violated one of my 5 rules. These 5 rules are:

    1- No kids or animals. This shouldn't need to be explained.
    2- No surprises. Be upfront about what you want, and don't pivot half way through without asking.
    3- No incompetents. If you don't know where you are, or what you're doing, no dice.
    4- No underpaying. My price is my price.
    5- No outside work. It's my place or nowhere.

    My clients are a rarely ever the problem. The biggest problems I have are the police, and SWERFs.

    I had a friend who worked in the same industry as me, and tried to report a potentially dangerous client, but instead of that guy getting investigated, she got deported because one of her papers wasn't filled in properly, which was made worse by the fact that she came here to escape a bigoted government. She tried to help, but got punished for it.

    Another one got herself and her roommate accidentally evicted, because their neighbor reported them. Despite the fact that the roommate was never involved in any of it, they paid their bills together in one payment. In the eyes of the law, that meant that the roommate could potentially be charged with brothel-keeping, as they were partly profiting from their roommate's prostitution. That charge was dropped, but only on the agreement that they evict themselves. Someone who had no connection to the "crime" got punished for no reason other than just being in the area.

    I've also had SWERFs try to tell me that "I'm being exploited", which I don't understand at all. I am my own boss, my clients do nothing harmful to me, and the stigma SWERFs try to push makes it harder to solve real problems that may come up.

    "I'm selling my body" they say. Well, you are "selling your body" every time you agree to work for someone else. You might argue that working in a factory is to produce something for society, but can you say the same about masseuses? You might argue that "they produce pleasure and comfort", but if that's true, aren't I doing the same thing? And to be honest, I make more in a day than a factory worker probably earns in a week. Would you rather stand on the assembly line for money, or cum for money? I know which one I'd prefer.

    I've had SWERFs try to shame my clients for using my services. But in other cases they try to make the claim that whatever consenting adults do behind closed doors is their business. So, I ask, are they concerned about the act, or the money? Is the problem that we had sex, or that they slipped me a few bucks afterwards? I would argue, neither of those things are wrong. And if you think they are, then you need to explain why.

    I'm going to end this about my favorite client. A guy we'll call "Tommy". Tommy had recently turned 18, and was due to start college in about a month. He was the shy kid in high school, but had recently had a bit of a glow up. He wanted to reinvent himself for college and one of the ways he wanted to reinvent himself was to get his first girlfriend. Since he was the shy kid, he'd never had one before,, and didn't know the moves. The only things he had to go on was basic sex ed, and porn. And he knew that porn was edited and not a perfect reflection of reality, so he decided to come to me for... an education. He was polite, kind, and just wanted to learn how to keep a girl happy. So I taught him a few things, he tried improvising a few things, and together we made him genuinely incredible in bed by the end of our session. He now knows how to keep a girl happy. If you genuinely believe that either or both of us are "immoral" for doing any of that, then what the fuck do you call moral?

    Resorted To Call Girl Income After Losing Access To Money

    This is a riches to rags story, an 'heir' to a fortune they told me. Born with a silver spoon in my mouth. Cared for by nannies, exclusive private schools, unlimited allowance.

    Then, the rug was pulled out from under me. Daddy was a fraud, an embezzler. Caught by professional investigators. A scam that lasted years. Millions. Jailed for thirty years, he will not survive prison.

    All assets in our possession 'recovered', our side of the coin is taken from us. I was so smart I studied art appreciation, and voice. Never worked a day in my life. I resorted to call girl income. A 'perfect' high class girlfriend. I went to Dubai, lived on a yacht in the harbor. Entertaining men, and women, of means, some earned, some borrowed, some unexplained income.

    I have some savings, live in Orlando, work real estate sales. Not so pretty, can't compete with twenty, age gets to you. Turned 46, my boyfriend is 70. It's about the money. He gets pretty?, I get a standard of living. Still exchanging intimate attention for money.

  • When A Man Chases You, You Slow Down And Let Him Catch You

    After a hard fall in status and financial condition I was living in a rented room working at an art supply store. A customer, buying for his daughter in a summer art program offered to let me tutor her. She was eleven, I was 28, a failed Fine Arts graduate artist. I got paid more per hour than in the store. As he got to know me he offered to help me get on my feet, by offering me a reception job where he worked. 20 an hour plus full benefits.

    Do the math, that's 40k a year, compared with 17k at the store. I also got a loaner, his mother's older Buick, low miles in good condition. He wanted me to take his daughter to the local museums, to go with her to a cooking class, to teach her makeup. And, to help her earn her fairy wings when she started menstruation.

    Three years later, I was working in the customer service department at 65k a year, living with him and his daughter. He assigned me to take her through the teen years, and sleep with him at night. I had blended in, and didn't question my luck, I truly adopted his daughter and was more than happy to sleep with him. Sex was part of the deal, but not a buggy. I found it was easy.

    Five years after being hired to be her tutor he announced we might as well get married. It was so easy, to wear a ring and become a Mrs. Once married I asked if I could stay home, my stepdaughter was turning sixteen, needed careful watching, not to mention non stop after school activities.

    I'm not complaining, far from it. He most probably always planned in putting me in his bed at night. But these things happen, a man with a woman in the house will eventually pursue her. A woman who is scared, needy and with no options gladly gives her body to him, praying he'll keep her. Marriage is the ultimate bonus.

    Wanting More

    Please don’t judge me,
    This happened a few years ago, we my husband and I put up an add for some fun with a single male. The add said tall blonde wanting hung male for sex while husband watches, we didn’t get many responses I don’t know whether it was the price or men don’t want to fuck in front of someone else.
    About a week later I received a message from this guy who wanted to have sex with me, I said you do know my husband will be there? He said yes that doesn’t bother him. We arranged to meet the next night he was staying in a motel that made it easy for us all, we got in the lift and on the way to the room he started kissing me I went wet straight away, this has never happened before now I’m hungry for what is coming, once inside he pays my husband. By now I’m pantieless and he walks straight to me running his fingers around my cleanly shaven pussy, he kisses me again then lays me on the bed he starts taking off his clothes and I couldn’t take my eyes off his beautiful big dick that was just hanging there. I hear my husband say oh my god he’s hung.
    He went straight down and licked me I didn’t need licking I was already wet, he brought his dick to my face and I just took hold and him and started sucking it didn’t take long I had this huge hard dick in my mouth.
    He pulled it out of my mouth laid me down licked me again then come straight up to me kissing me again as I felt his huge dick pressing against my opening I just opened my legs wider the he started penetrating me like I’d never been before, after a little while I started to panic I didn’t remember him putting on a condom?
    It was too late with him fully inserted in me, I looked at my husband he had his pants down pulling his 5 inch dick as he’s watching me get the biggest dick I’ve ever seen.
    He fucked me for about 40 minutes before he said get ready I’m going to fill you, by now I was his and if that’s what he wants to do then he can cum in me.
    He finished me I had 3 beautiful orgasms, my husband went to get cleaned up and while he was in the bathroom I put my phone number in his phone and said call me tomorrow if you want to catch up again.
    I went and cleaned then we left, my husband said on the way home he doesn’t think he would be able to fill me after that big dick was in me? I said don’t worry you’re not going anywhere near it for awhile.
    He did text me next day saying he was only there for one more day if I wanted to meet up again. I told him I couldn’t get away from my husband that night but he goes to work early tomorrow morning.
    We arranged to meet when I arrived he was already naked and hard once again for some reason I didn’t even think about a condom, he made love to me this time and when he finished he filled me again I was hoping to maybe get pregnant but it’s didn’t happen.
    He left that day and I haven’t seen him since, I didn’t have sex with my husband for about four months until I’d let go of the fact I wasn’t going to see him again, I’m still with my husband having very vanilla sex but I’m still hoping for that call to say he’s back in town.
    Sharon

    Young And Innocent That I Was I Married A Man Twice My Age

    This is about running away. I ran away from home when I was fourteen. I was found and returned. Then when I was seventeen I ran away again. This time my parents didn't look for me, good riddance sort of thing.

    I found out that no matter what they say, men look for you to have sex. The younger the better, I can attest to when I was fourteen. We called them creeps and all, but they wanted it bad and some of the girls gave in. For the money, the pressure, just because. I managed to stay away from men because I chose to go with a woman instead. I chose a woman because I did not want to get pregnant.

    When I ran away at seventeen I went straight to lesbian la la land and became a girl of the night for older lesbian women. For the money. It never bothered me to be kissed, fondled, ate out, or anything else with a woman. If I had to pick, older was better, they enjoyed the younger me more. Maybe it is that I am far more attracted to older mature women, and it turned out a man too.

    At 24 I was burned out. I was living with an older woman, being the toy gal, doing all the cleaning and cooking, she was wealthy from birth and didn't touch dirty panties, ever. That's what maids are for. I wasn't the maid. I was the toy gal. She told me that I needed to get a life. She had a friend who wanted a young wife to treat him well. Would I be interested? There would be sex, but he probably couldn't do it all that often. She used to have sex with him. Also wealthy, self made man. He liked young women, and he had voiced to her that he wanted me to be his toy gal in the house. For money. He would pay me.

    I got married to him at a garden party. 24 and he was 49. He showed me pretty quick that he could get it up and he meant to use it as long as he could. So I was lied to. He kept me, that meaning that I didn't have to work, just look pretty and suck him off. The more I sucked him off the more I liked it, and frankly I liked it when he got on me to screw. I asked him one night while he was taking off his socks. What was his thinking on an heir? I was still young, 26 then, I could probably make him one or two or three. Make myself useful.

    He spent a long time deciding before saying he would go for it, but I had to swear I would never leave him, not even when he was 85 and I would always suck his dick. Swearing was easy, and he was man enough to get me pregnant, not once but twice over three years. That's why I have two boys, young men now. I still give him sex, he tries but it isn't always successful, but he likes to have his dick sucked so that's what I do.

    At my age, believe me there are flotillas of young girls looking for a mama to take care of them. I love a young woman, so firm and nice and clean (I make sure). I have really gotten into keeping a toy gal. One that needs mama's love. I like a girl who wants to curl up and be loved. So, I say that because my husband is mostly floppy bear and I need to feel loved.

    I Fucked My Way To The Top, And I Do Not Regret It At All.

    Society says we should shun the girl who fucked her way to the top. That's bullshit. I've fucked almost every boss I had for the last decade, and it got me everything I wanted.

    Guys hang out with the boss on the golf course. They make small talk about a game that they don't understand or even like. They make sure that the boss wins the game to boost his ego. They have to pretend that he's funny to stay on his good side. Rinse and repeat every weekend for months, or even years, and MAYBE they'll get one half step up the ladder.

    I let that same boss fuck me a few times over a weekend, and I get promoted first thing on Monday morning.

    I once got a 7K raise after one week of letting that boss use me like a toy. Bonus points for me, cos that guy was an absolutely stunning and charming silver-fox. He got to fuck a girl half his age who agreed to pleasure him any way he wanted. I got to fuck a hot older man, with a huge raise. We both won.

    I let one boss explore her "curiosities", and got a company car for my trouble.

    My last boss did cocaine off my tits, then named me his successor.

    I'm 29. I'm on $140k a year, with no debt. I'm the youngest person in the top tier at my company by decades, and I got to have A LOT of hot sex with hot people.

    You have fun on that golf course tho...

  • GILF Confessing 5

    This may be my last confession. My first being 74907 and 76300

    Not because I don't have hundreds more, but, because of the comment received on my confession. 76320

    I didn't know people were so closed minded in this day and age.

    I went to great lengths to hide this side of things.But, as I tried to explain it was others that brought things to his attention.

    Now that comments been made I might as well add a few more details as far as all that goes.Seeing as some seem to have lived quite timid sheltered lives.Fair enough I wasn't cut out for motherhood but, at least I'm honest about it.

    This was more than 20 years ago now,After my son had gone travelling and I worked in the massage parlour.He came back a few years later,but he didn't have a place to stay because I shacked up with a guy just around the corner from the parlour (Yes,he knew!).So my son then went to stay at his dad's in Tottenham.

    One day he came around to tell me something.

    As he talked I didn't know where it was leading, but, this is exactly what he told me.

    He said his half sister Kelly, was now a single mum,had a mixed race child and, that she and her mum,had told him, she (Kelly) had been on the game (Prostitute) and worked above a pub called the Mitre (in Tottenham).

    He then went on to tell me, they had both told him, because she (Kelly) was now interested in a white guy who didn't know.So they were both asking him, what his opinion was as a man, and should she tell him.

    Now as my son spoke, I was wondering had my ex told them (about me)and this was some sort of joke on my son.As none of us had lived under the same roof and lived a good 3 or 4 miles away from each other.I mean what are the odds of that!?

    He went on to say she was into dr*gs and that.

    Also that her mum asked him, if he knew if I had had sex with his dad (while married to her)

    My son left there once he decided to travel again and then I lost touch with all of them until I heard Kelly's kid grew up to stab someone.

    So when I have people judging me negatively about the fun I've had in life, there's some others out there only done it for the money and dr*gs.