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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.

- I Did It For The Money -
Transsexual Male / 20

Paid Off

I was paid upfront 800 cash to fuck some black guy and his friend in a barely lit up alley that leads to a park. They told me they knew i was trans and really wanted to try boy pussy. I absolutely wouldve fucked them without the 800 but i took it anyways.

When we got into the alley we all started kissing eachother, feeling eachother up until they pulled down their sweat pants and i got on my knees and started sucking. They kept kissin while i took turns sucking their cocks.

I stood up after a bit and they started kissing me some more while pulling down my pants.. one was kissing me while the other was behind me kissing my neck while their hard cocks were touching my ass and pussy lips. I positioned their cocks to slide in between my legs, they started slowly working my clit before i tilted my hips slightly up and felt one of their cocks slip into my pussy. Then i felt my butt plug being removed and replaced w the tip of a cock from the man behind me. I have a fuck machine at home and regularly fuck my holes so taking his cock was easy but hurt a small bit as he was bigger then my dildos. The both held me up by my legs and fucked me right there. In the middle of the alley.

After a good 10 mins of pure pounding my pussy they came into my holes, kissed me a few times more and said " next time we see you. We will bring more friends"

I think im gonna go back every weekend in February until i find them again and get gangbanged and used like a cum dump.

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# 76322 - by Um, why / January 24, 2025
    • - I Did It For The Money -
    Straight Female / 58

    Since So Many Have Asked Me

    Another confession, I would say asked for by popular demand. My previous being 74907.

    I have been asked now, more times than I can count so I think I should write this out so I can have the answer made clear.

    Does my son know I was a prostitute ?

    When I've been asked that, I learned to say, Well, he knows his mum's not a nun.

    That usually makes a guy laugh and that way I don't have to say a word more.

    But, I will say, once my boy was in puberty and all that sort of thing him being aware of, he did once see a guy pay me and he asked me why. I just said he's just helping me out.Then another time he asked me why I had so many boyfriends (and James my toyboy confirmed this to me) because he said James (his mate) said I had a lot of boyfriends.
    So I said to him, That's only because James' parents are married and I am still looking for a father figure for you!.
    That's honestly all I could think to say.
    All these things cropping up I didn't expect and seemed all because others had told him something or other.

    And just when I thought that was the end of it, one time Dave B. my boyfriend sent me down across the road the car park to see his mates, we got caught by a group of about 4 local lads who been doing a bit of peeping at us over the wall.Next thing I knew (rumour was it was Paul R.) graffiti had gone up all around the estate, with my name and calling me a prostitute.

    That same week when my son was just coming home from school, Janice J. our next door neighbour was having a go at me and she said, within earshot of my son, You got them all queuing up outside here.And she went in slamming her door!.

    He didn't say anything, so I didn't say anything.I didn't know what to say!.

    Another time I was dong some babysitting for a black guy I met at the pub.But, a few times he was asking for something else, so I asked my son,about 14 at the time, if he'd look after his younger son, while I just popped out for an hour.(Back to the black guys place, before his wife came home from work!)

    Another time I took my son out shopping one day, when in one shop I bumped into a punter who own the shop!.To say my heart skipped a beat is saying something!, I didn't know how he would react!.But, he gave me a smile!.

    Anyway, a few times in there, he'd ask me for a wank out the back,so I'd ask my son if he was alright looking at the toys and games and things and then I'd say, I'm just going to have a cuppa out the back.

    This didn't last long though as word seem to reach his wife and one of the next times in there, she was there asking me all sorts and when I could only think to say he made passes at me,she said out loud, My husband don't take what ain't been put on a plate for him!.My son did hear that and so did half the shop.

    We left.

    So in answer to all that asked me, I've never said as much to my son, he's not ever asked me. But, I think he's aware enough to have put 2 and 2 together.
    He does know I have dated 2 of his friends as well.He's not ever said anything.

    So there.

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    # 76320 - by BarmaidN18 / January 23, 2025
    - I Did It For The Money -
    Straight Female / 58

    Early Experiences

    I've confessed a bit before. 74907.

    Here's some of my first experiences, so you can see what shaped my openmindedness!.

    Being a horny girl that went to an all girls Catholic school, we made up for not having boys about, by teasing each other with what we had done.

    being so close to age, I was sure most of them had only snogged lads they met.Whereas for me, I'd be the real one having older lads in their cars take me up to top of a hill,local lovers lane (Called Carrs Lane,believe it or not). And it's there I see guys just walking passed trying to have a good look at what I was getting up to.

    Heavy petting, bra off and wanking whoever I was with. But, when I see all these guys trying to have a look, I just got a thrill that never went away.

    Then any bloke with a car that tried his luck with me, I'd ask them drive me up to Carrs Lane.So it became a regular thing.Car windows open so I could be groped by whoever fancied it.Blokes I was with were even shocked, but, I said, this is how it goes so if you don't like it!.

    Would be times I'd wank guys off out the window as guy I was with was finger fucking me.

    When I told 2 of my friends what I did, they claimed to want to see for themselves.So that night all 3 of us got in 1 blokes car and I thought I'd be putting their noses out of joint, but, to my surprise once I was in action, they both got topless in the car and because they had bigger boobs than me, (something they had over me since school)all the guys weren't looking at me anymore, just them with their tits out in the back seat.

    Not to be outdone, I asked if any of them wanted a blowjob.

    Now, this was something already been asked and I said no.More due to nerves than anything else. Even with all their cocks out I'd only let the grope me and I'd wank them off.

    Now I'd offered what they wanted, I'll never forget first one up to the window, he goes, Mine's got a bone in it, and I just grabbed it and sucked for all I was worth. Not knowing how I was doing as it was my first.My girlfriends in the back letting out shrieks like I should never be doing that much!!!

    I just sucked and sucked and sucked.

    When the bloke started moving his hips,I just thought Oh I should be going faster so I sped up my sucking and tongue.

    While this is going on,guy who's car it was was finger fucking me and then although I was sucking so hard,the guy grabbed my head and started moving his cock more.In my head I was thinking oh no am I not doing it properly?, when all of a sudden, felt this heat, it was his spunk jetting down the back of my throat.

    Pump after pump of his seed.

    My first ever blow job.
    It was over!.
    All my questions answered.
    All my fantasies about sucking a cock, no longer fantasy.
    I was now a cock sucker!.
    I knew what it tasted like.
    I'd sucked a guys cock, to completion and it was in public and people watched me.
    I just remember I was grinning so much.

    My friends in the back calling me a dirty cow and calling me a slut.I knew then I'd left them behind with their talk of doing this and doing that.

    So I said out loud, I fucking loved that!

    There were 3 other blokes outside of the car and I asked if they wanted a blowjob as well, but, they backed away.I don't know if because they cum already when I didn't see, or cos I was so young!!!

    But,I remember them walking away and I'm calling out I'll suck it if you want me to.

    So I'd gone from teaser, to doer, to bragger, to being declined to shouting out I'd suck blokes cocks, in space of about 10 minutes!

    Word got about of course and I spent a couple of summers repeating what I'd done.And it was there guys offered me money afterward.Sometimes even as soon as I opened the car window.

    I'm not joking, being paid only made me feel the dirtiest ever. I loved it.

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    # 76300 - by BarmaidN18 / January 23, 2025
    • - I Did It For The Money -
    Straight Female / 52

    Older Brother Gave Me Money For Things

    My brother had job the summer he turned sixteen, he is two years older than I am and one day during a particularly stormy day off for him he came to me holding a ten dollar bill and asked if I would let him touch my breasts for it. I yelled at him No Way!! and he walked back to his room without even asking again, I sat there staring at the doorway waiting for him to come back but he didn't. I was nervously thinking about letting him do it, ten dollars just to touch my boobs, why not I thought over and over.
    I went down to his room and he was laying on his bed reading some magazine, not porn think it was a motorcycle one, I asked him if that was all it would be just touching them. He sat up quickly and told me yeah, for like fifteen minutes, Oh, I thought to myself and honestly thought Okay, I can handle it. I told him Okay but wanted the money first, he opened up his wallet and handed me the ten with a huge smile on his face. I took it then went over and sat on his bed for a second or so asking him how he was going to time it, he told me soon as my shirt was off look at his alarm clock and add the time to it and you can tell me when I am done. I was so nervous my stomach was in a knot as I stared at the clock and wondered if I could really do this now. I finally got my nerve up, pulled my shirt off and undid my bra letting them both hit the floor and laid back quickly shouting out the time for some reason. I closed my eyes and waited, did not have to wait even two seconds I think as I felt his fingers tracing circles around and over my nipples.
    The first thing that shocked me was how great it felt, he was not pinching them or anything like that at all, his fingers were caressing and teasing and my whole upper body was tingling not to mention so was my vagina but I was trying not to let that show as I laid there still in amazement at how great this all felt to me. I had turned my head and looked at the clock a few times OH MY GOD I thought it has only been like two minutes. My whole body felt like one huge tingling, felt like I was melting between my legs as I felt the wetness on my thighs already, he even asked me if I was okay once and I told him Yes, keep going! Oh my God did I just say that out loud to him like I was about to have an orgasm or something.
    He kept up the caressing of my breasts then suddenly one of his hands trailed off down my torso and went across the waistband of what I had on, I know I let out a gasp because the tingling felt like his fingers had kept going straight down to my vagina but I could feel them going across my skin back up the side of me to my breast again. I shivered with the stimulation and looked down at my nipples seemingly more erect than they ever looked and felt, they almost hurt from the stimulation he was giving them. I looked at the clock again and only like five minutes had passed.
    He was really enjoying watching me dance around under his fingertips, he had traced my torso again, few times actually and even pushed the waistband down some testing my reaction to it. I was at a loss for time now, eyes closed and caught myself even arching my back as his fingers worked my nipples and breasts over. His fingers went down again, no idea how much time left on the clock but when I felt his fingers slide right under the waistband and thru my pubic hair I just let out a gasp and spread my legs out wide as his finger went right down my vagina rubbing it lightly. I was gone, brain switched right off and over to nothing but pleasure as one hand caressed my nipples and the other was swimming in my wetness making me feel incredible. He would end up rubbing me to my first orgasm not from playing with myself and as embarrassing as it was I moaned out how great this felt as I did so.
    I sat up stunned at what had just happened and my feelings about it, I did not want him to stop but I got up and grabbed my shirt and bra off the floor, he asked if I was okay and followed me to my room talking to me thru the closed door. My feelings were betraying me like crazy but I seriously wanted him to keep on touching me.
    Few days went by and I was in my room playing with myself, some part of my brain said You know, he would do it again for sure if you just walked down to his room and asked him for it. I finally got up the nerve again, went down to his room and he was again laying on his bed just reading something, he saw me and asked what was up. It took me a second or two but I asked him if he would play with me again, did not have to pay me or anything, I just wanted to feel that again. He was all for it of course, had me tingling and squirming around in no time at all when suddenly as I was laying there with my eyes closed and mouth open felt something on my lips, it was his erection and I just opened up more and started sucking on it not even caring. I had a huge orgasm, his fingers rubbing me furiously for quite some time then he had started licking me.
    I was gone.

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    # 76195 - by Beth / January 19, 2025
    - I Did It For The Money -
    Straight Female / 28

    Being The Office Girlfriend Is About The Money, A Condo, A Car, Money

    Going to work in an office my boss was the office manager. She was in her fifties, still carried what made her beautiful, very attractive face, pretty girl, with a full bust and womanly hips and ass. But she was fifty and was alone and she made a point of pointing that out to me.

    I am twenty eight, brought on board by a senior member who had met me at a funeral and liked my company. One day, she told me, he won't get hard, he won't fuck you. He'll spend money on you, you will have pretty things, but you won't have a man on you. Think of that as you strive hard to be his girlfriend. When you still want it, and he can't deliver, what are you going to do? If you let another man visit you, he will cut you off and ruin you. Get a girlfriend.

    She never backed off, she stood beside me, taught me the ways of an office lover. Ran interference for me, and kept up the drum beat, get a girlfriend, get a girlfriend. Well, was I the girlfriend she wanted? Is that what she was telling me?

    I went away with her for a long weekend. When 'the boss' was traveling. It was an open discussion, open mind, how to be her girlfriend. The place was in the mountains, views, hot tub. New lingerie, a little make up. Believe me, in her youth, from her pictures, she was a very attractive woman. I was surprised that her breasts were real, voluminous, with big pink nipples. Her woman's form, those hips, were inherited. For being fifty she was all woman, and I was waiting.

    At twenty eight I was tall and long, a runner, small breasts, firm ass and thighs. I elected to be available, how was it different from being available for 'the boss' when I was with him. From the beginning when she got around to love on me she told me of her first girlfriend, how she loved another woman, how she got into the business of being 'the boss' girlfriend. For the money, the condo, the car, the everything. Being a poor lesbian sales girl, or a kept executive girlfriend?

    As it turned out I am not a lesbian, I'm open to play with another girl, but I'm a man's girl, even if I'm in it for the money. I look at Melania, I'll be a wife, have a kid or two, marry an older man. I hear her, if he can't get it up I'll deal with it. Even with another woman.

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    # 76181 - by Ely / January 19, 2025
    • - I Did It For The Money -
    Straight Female / 23

    Men Like Him Always Get What They Want,

    it's only fair I get something too.

    I work as a shipping clerk and the owner has his eye on me. I did my best to stay out of his way but he caught me alone in the office kitchen. He called at me by name and told me he wanted to fuck me. I asked him what made him think I wanted to sleep with him. His answer short and simple 'I don't want to sleep with you, I want to fuck you'.

    He gets what he wants, and I get things and money in return. But I don't have to sleep with him.

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    # 76076 - by Yvette / January 16, 2025
    - I Did It For The Money -
    Straight Male / 72

    Grandpa's Business That Just Fell In My Lap

    My grandfather had a small fishing post in Seward when I was a kid. I spent summers there. One day someone held up the shop, shot him. His funeral was the worst day of my life. His shop was closed, my father told me to take anything I wanted. That's when I found the box.

    It had some old records, an envelope with pictures, some 'magazines'. Magazines with pictures and cartoons. For a boy the magazine was a gold mine. I had never seen that before. I kept his old guitar and the magazines.

    I collected a quarter every time a boy wanted to see. This one boy asked to see the magazines every time he managed to steal a quarter from his mother's purse. It was the beginning of my business.

    Gay porn, especially raw porn, sells for much more than girl porn. It's been a real good business.

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    # 76059 - by $$4nkdboys / January 15, 2025
    - I Did It For The Money -
    Lesbian Female / 40

    One Day I Was Single And The Next I Was His Sugar Baby And Baby Mama

    I'm a stage actor, I work for a company in a big city. I'm a lesbian and always have been. But the day I am going to talk about is the day I became a rich man's sugar baby.

    On that day I was 33 and I was working in a play by Agatha Christi, playing a middle aged woman who finds herself in a situation where she is accused of m****r. The dress was period, and the setting was a house in the country.

    We were rehearsing for the play and the director, a nice gay man, called us together and told us that a benefactor was visiting and we needed to say hello to him. The man was somewhere between fifty and sixty, dressed like he owned the place, which he did right then because he had just made a three million dollar bequest to the theatre. The director chose me to walk him around and show him everything, the dressing room and the toilets, what his money was buying and what improvements were needed.

    I was all business, dressed as I was in period costume. He listened and asked intelligent questions. I wanted to know where he made the kind of money that you can g*ft three million, but I kept my mouth closed about that. He asked me to dinner, at a restaurant that you never went to unless someone else was buying.

    After dinner he took me by his apartment, high up with a view of the skyline. I didn't want to be there, but he didn't really ask either. I knew the code of the theatre, without benefactors everyone loses their jobs, ticket sales don't cover the salaries. I suppose a woman knows when a man is looking at her, the wolf in the tales of being caught alone in the woods. It did not surprise me when he put his hand on my shoulder, or when his hand fell to the small of my back. I was back in my street clothes, and I felt his hand go lower, and across my bottom.

    I turned, annoyed, angry, I put my finger up in his face, and he grabbed my finger and twisted my hand back with it until I fell to the floor begging him not to hurt me. So this is how you end up with a cock in your mouth, on your knees with your index finger bent back, in pain wishing you weren't there. I put my face up to his zipper, my finger bent back further and I used my other hand to unzip him. It's not that at 33 I had never seen a cock, or a penis. I had just not ever seen the cock I was going to have to suck and probably fuck me.

    I was hesitant, and he let go of my finger and grabbed me by the hair and twisted my head back. I had tears in my eyes, and snot in my nose, when I went back to sucking him. I thought to myself, it's just an act, that's all, it's not real. You've acted out all sorts of scenes, why not this one. By the time I was in the middle of the act, he pulled me up by the hair and told me to let him see what he was having after dinner. I let my clothes fall off slowly, he wanted tits, he told me. I took my hands away and he used his index finger to lift my tit, my tits no longer stood up on their own.

    He had me help him out of his clothes, and once he was naked I went back down on my knees to suck him. This time there were no tears, I sucked him like in my mind women sucked men, I had no personal experience. He had me lay back on the bed, and hold my legs up in the air, apart, and he lowered his face between my legs to eat me. I had to catch my breath, this was no longer acting. I couldn't stop myself, I was getting wetter and wetter and I lost control for a split second.

    He 'mounted' me like a mad man. In and in and in and in and in his cock went. My legs could not stay even, my back arched, he bit my nipple, before cuming in me. 33 and I had my first sperm load. He had me stay the night with him, shower with him in the morning. He had a before breakfast fuck with me, and by then he had my name, number, address and everything private about me. By then he knew exactly where I was going to be living.

    I was now his sugar baby and he was now my sugar daddy. He paid the bills and I played the role for him. When my belly was so big that I could no longer see my toes, he turned me onto my hands and knees and I got fucked doggie. The money he donated bought a lot of improvements, the money he spent on me bought me for him. I learned a new role, a sugar baby is always waiting on her sugar daddy. And a sugar daddy knows his sugar baby is always waiting for him.

    I had a girl and he let me name her. I named her Eve. She's so beautiful, it's hard for me to believe I made her. She's a natural, she dances for her daddy, she's very affectionate with him. I have to be like her, my sugar daddy wants me that way. It's an act I play every day now. So that my theatre has the money to do what it needs to.

    I do continue to act in the theatre, now that I'm forty the roles I can play are more specific. Gone are the days of the wonder years when I was 20, I'm a sugar baby now and my sugar daddy takes care of me. And he says he's not the jealous type, he has to be kidding.

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    # 75990 - by Brenda / January 12, 2025
    - I Did It For The Money -
    Straight Female / 51

    I Needed Money So I Became A Prostitute

    I'm divorced and I became a prostitute because I needed money. I rent a flat in Earl's Court. London, UK, My maid takes the fee from my clients, takes them to the room where I let them fuck me, and tells them to undress. Imagine my surprise when, one day, the client was my own fourteen-year-old son! He looked very worried, but I told him that everything was alright, and that I wanted him to fuck his mummy. He relaxed and I gave him a better fuck than I ever give my other clients. Since then, I let him fuck me for free whenever he wants to.

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    # 75948 - by Gwen / January 10, 2025
    • - I Did It For The Money -
    Bi-Sexual Female / 28

    Setting The Record Right

    I am tired of people on the interent who know nothing about real sex work talking shit. This is my job, I am a proffessional and i want to set the record straight.

    I grew up knowing what it meant to struggle. My family wasn’t just broken—it was shattered. My dad left when I was six, my mom worked two jobs just to keep the lights on, and by the time I was 14, I’d figured out that the world didn’t care whether I sank or swam. School was supposed to be my ticket out, but I couldn’t focus with the chaos at home. I barely scr**ed by, and by the time I turned 18, I was working dead-end jobs that barely covered rent.

    But one thing I was always good at—no, great at—was sex. I don’t mean just the act itself. I mean reading people, knowing what they wanted, what they needed, and how to make them feel like they mattered, even if it was just for a few minutes. I was broke, exhausted, waiting tables for shit money, and staring down a lifetime of minimum wage. So, went online, did research and I took the leap. No p*mp required.

    I’ve been in this lifestyle for over five or six years now, and I won’t lie—it's not always glamorous. On a typical day, I might see anywhere from three to seven clients. Some are quick—head or hand jobs. Others are more... involved. Full-service sessions, maybe an hour or sometimes even two, depending on what they’re paying for. It’s hard work. Anyone who thinks this is easy has no idea. It’s not just physical; it’s emotional. You have to be whatever they need you to be, and that's exhuasting always being the fantasy, whatever’s missing in their lives.

    Most are older men. Almost all of them are married or in a relationship. At first, that bothered me. But over time, I realized something: I’m not the problem. The men who come to me aren’t looking to leave their wives. They’re not in love with me. They’re just hungry for something they’re not getting at home. And honestly? If their marriage is falling apart, I’m a better option than some messy affair. I don’t want their hearts. I just want their money. I’ve had clients break down and cry after. Yes. that shit is real. It's not always the cheaters fault! They’ll tell me their wife hasn’t touched them in years, or that she’s too busy, too tired, too disinterested. Everyone deserves good sex, and if they can’t get it at home, who am I to judge? I provide a service. That’s all it is.

    The truth is, this job makes me very happy. I don’t feel ashamed of what I do. I’m sexually liberated, and I own it. People think sex work is degrading, but for me, it was empowering. It got me out of poverty, gave me control over my life, and taught me my worth. I walk into every session knowing I’m in charge. I set the boundaries, I set the price, and I decide what I’m comfortable with.

    Sure, there are dark moments. I’ve had clients cross lines, push boundaries, or treat me like I’m nothing more than a body. Those are the moments that remind me to stay strong, to protect myself. But those moments are outweighed by the confidence this job has given me. I’ve built something for myself out of nothing, and that’s more than a lot of people can say.

    At the end of the day, I’m just a woman trying to survive in a world that doesn’t make it easy for people like me. I’ve taken what life gave me and turned it into something I can live with. Sex work isn’t for everyone, but it’s been good to me. It gave me a way out, and for that, I’m grateful. I’m not ashamed, I’m not broken, and I’m not a victim. I’m just me—a woman who found her own way.

    if your a man don't hold out if your thinking of it, its not using us. We have bills to pay too. Some of us, like me, like the sex and are happy to please you, but either way, Its just a service we do, don't over think it. If your a woman it's always an option not matter how you feel about you body I promise there is always someone who will pay for it if your disceet. If your an angry wife... from what I has seen you should be angry at yourself. Do better!

    At the end of the day, if you use my services or not, don't stigmatize me. I am doing a job and trying to be happy like you. Ok?

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    # 75852 - by Nammie / January 6, 2025
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