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.

Clear Of Debt.

Desperate for money to pay back a debt, I took on an extra job in the evenings.
It is during my part time role cleaning and cooking for two different men. Both of whom were amputees (both arm amputees).
I'd been providing the service for only a fortnight when John, the first of the two I cleaned and cooked for, asked me if I'd like to earn more money.
He was very forward to the point, when he said he'd pay me to suck his dick.
I said no at first, but a few days later when he asked me again with a huge bulge in his comfy shorts, I thought about the letter from the bank we'd received the day before.
We'd fallen behind on our mortgage, only one payment, but we'd been sent a warning letter.
Asking John to stand in front of me, I took down his shorts and couldn't believe just how much bigger his cock was in comparison to my husband's.
Taking hold of his cock, I looked up at him and asked "How much".
Sucking in his large cock, I instantly began to enjoy his size and hardness in my mouth. The only thing was, John had gotten so excited, he only lasted about a minute before he literally filled my mouth with his cum.
I'd just cleaned up and didn't want to again, so I swallowed his juice and heard him say "Oh fuck yeh".
I walked out of his home with an extra amount in cash and the notion in my head that he'd pay more to fuck me.
Every visit for nearly a month I sucked John off and was paid extra. I told him I didn't want to have full sex because of my husband. Then over a weekend with us still in debt, my husband decided he was going to gamble our mortgage money on horse racing, and he lost the lot.
I was so angry. I'd done what I had to do, putting myself out for oral sex and he'd on a whim gambled our money away.
The following Monday, I was at John's and sure in my mind that I was going to at least suggest we fuck.
He didn't hesitate for one second and now I'm so glad I decided to offer myself to him. Not only was taking his larger penis deep inside my pussy an absolute orgasmic pleasure, so was him taking me anally in his shower.
But that's not the best part of John's sexual prowess. He's an utterly amazing lover when it comes to giving me oral sex.
I lost count of the amount of times he took me to such body shaking orgasms with his lips and tongue, even slowly fingering my arsehole as he sucked on my clit.
John paid me the extra money before I left, but I felt like I should be the one paying him.
The second gentleman is someone I met through John.
Right from day one with John's prior conversations with him, we were having sex.
It's very different sex with him, as he likes 'quickies'.
Most of the time, he likes me to only remove my knickers, still wearing my skirt, and to fuck me doggy as he stands behind me.
He has me kneel up on the sofa and uses his thumb to penetrate my arsehole as he fucks me. He never lasts more than four or five minutes, but I know he loves cumming all over my arse cheeks.
It can be very brutal in how he thrusts away and I often have to grit my teeth. Yet in every other way we interact as I cook and clean for him, he's a perfect gent.
Thankfully, but no thanks to my husband, with the extra money I'VE earned, we're now debt free and back on track with our mortgage.
Even so I don't plan on leaving my part time job. Nor do I want to stop having two wonderful men fuck me in such different ways.

  • Cold Cruel Reality

    During Covid my family lost their business. I had to leave school and didn't graduate. I got a job two years ago with a small company. The owner gave me a choice, an 'opportunity'. Be sexually active with him or find another job. In other words, since I chose I voluntarily have sex with him.

    He has sex, I don't reject him. He agreed to pay me better, enough to cover the mortgage for my parents. My younger sister works as a restaurant hostess. My parents haven't found jobs, and all the government help is gone.

    I'm not proud, I mean I don't have this pride thing. I do my job, when he wants sex I let him. I get paid better than I would in food service. My sister wants to know if I hate him. I don't, I have sex with him.

    I'm going to try and get my GED.

    Having My Eyes Opened To Sex And Showing My Tits And Ass

    It was my birthday. The usual was for the girls to go to lunch and share in picking up your tab. We were going to Chili's. An hour before lunch I got a call from upstairs, Mr. Johnson wanted me to go to lunch with him. When he called people listen so I had to change my plans.

    We went to a small Italian restaurant. He asked personal questions. He zeroed in on not having a boyfriend, never married, and he got out of me that I was still a virgin. He asked me what I thought about T&A. I didn't catch what he was asking, Tits and ass he repeated. How was I in the T&A department? He held my face and said I was pretty enough. After lunch he had me tell him where I lived and he drove to my apartment.

    Inside he wanted to look, get my clothes off and give him some T&A. Standing there knowing I was telling an Executive to fuck off. I was turned over on my stomach. Pulling my shoes off, then my pants he got my rear exposed. I felt him get on me and own my virginity. He undressed me afterwards so he could have his T&A. He must of liked what he saw.

    It was only weeks later that I learned he had asked me to lunch to talk about a promotion. But T&A got in the way of that. Now I was his personal girl. I recognized from the very beginning that he wanted me as his T&A. The promotion went away. I was his work, after work, before work personal attraction. He did intervene to keep my salary up, to get on the bonus program. I was soon making twice my salary.

    I did it for the money. But also the attention. He liked to wrap my hair in his fingers and grab me close to him and whisper dirty comments while he performed sex on me. He also liked showing me off to the older exec officers. I never wanted this type of relationship.

  • If Anyone Knew What I Do On Reddit For Money I'd Die.

    I'm lazy, my family is not poor about not well off. I don't want to work but I do want money to spoil myself. So I started selling "content" on reddit. Like light nudes, naughty custom pics. It's not a big deal like lots of girl my age do it. It spread out to Snapchat and Telegram. I was making good money but then men started offering me crazy money for actual sex.

    I am 18 and been doing this only 4 or 5 months but honestly, i have fucked or blown way too many men for money at my age. I admit it got a little out of hand for a while. TBH, they are almost always older men (my dads age of older) and most don't bother to even take off their wedding ring when we hook up. Sometimes I feel bad for their wives honestly, but I am not soliciting them. I mean i am not trying to be an escort. I am just selling pics for easy cash but I guess I am 18 and hot so guys keeping asking if I do "extras" or "meets" and it's not something I planned to do but the money they offer is insane to someone like me, and I am too lazy for a job while I am this young, so unless there is huge red flags I do it for the right price.

    I worry a little how this will affect me later in life, but I've kind of lost track of how many older guys I have given head to or fucked off platforms like reddit. I am not putting effort into it, they ask me, and older men are damn good in bed, much better then guys my age. Maybe I am too young to do this with men older then my dad but I am fully legal and no one knows I do it. So far i've been safe about it but I love the money and really enjoy the sex too.

    Do other girls my age do stuff like this? I am fine with doing this, I just sometimes feel like I am being crazy or wreck-less but nothing bad ever happens and I am seriously making bank doing this. I am sure other girls my age must do this. I have friends to sell "content" and are open about that, but none of my friends have admitted to selling sex too and i am afraid to be the first to admit it and get ousted or shamed to death. But I'd rather at least on friend know when am going out a motel or hoping in some guys suv. How do I even bring this up?

    I'm Staying, Apron, And All

    Do it's been ten years, from 24 to 34. At this point I'm going to stay married, I have two kids. Such is life. One drunk party night and a trip to the chapel. My friend wasn't the only one getting married. Next thing I'm the right seat driving to Boulder, the Flagstaff, Albuquerque, Amarillo, Dallas, to a one room apartment with a college senior going to SMU.

    The good news is that his parents are rich, not happy that he eloped with a showgirl. He's a lawyer in the family firm, the first baby brought peace and happiness, the second joy to the world. So I'm staying married, even if he's not Prince Charming. He's not Rambo. He's not Dirty Harry. He is rich.

  • All I Ever Wanted For Christmas Was A Stay At Home Housewife

    I'm a little older. In my late teens and early twenties I was an exotic dancer and cocktail server, at a private club in Atlanta. The men, equaled money. I bonded with the other girls. I loved exposing myself along with them, I have a hard preference for a given type of girl. That said, it's more than her type, I need warm and affectionate, a 'stay at home' personality. I want a 'wife' not a girlfriend. And it never escaped me I was working with prostitutes dancing topless and pleasing men in the back rooms. None of us were virgins.

    I aged out, twenty five is old, thirty ancient. These men want young, seventeen their favorite. Blonde, blue eyes, firm tits, barbie pussy. They paid good money, we aimed to please. My early girl days I was cheerleader.

    I'm now with a wife, a younger woman, twenty two, I met at the club. She should never have been there, prostitution was never her thing. But the money paved the way for her. It was love at first sight in the dressing room, embarrassed to uncover her tits in a room of nothing but tits. I took her under my care and kept her out of the backrooms. But I wasn't able of keeping men off her, my true love is not a virgin.

    I inherited some money, enough to buy a place of my own. I work for a modeling agency for the naughty girl business, she is my housewife.

    This One Was For Me, 1996

    Miss Marple was another name used by her. She took the money up front, did her thing and left. Next time I called for her, her name was going to be Clementine. All in all I liked her, no substitute. It had crossed my mind I had broken my own rule, don't get personal. She had broken hers, don't fall in love.

    I asked her to set aside a weekend, for a trip to the coast. We took the long road, not the speedway. We arrived in time for dinner. After we checked in Clementine put out her hand and I paid her. It was normal. The next day we talked. No more names. No more pay in advance. No more pay for play.

    Clementine wasn't pleased. I put the ring on the table. Still not pleased. I put the contract in front of her. Permanent agreement. She signed and we were now partners. Fifty fifty.

    For someone that had lived on the edge settling down wasn't going to be easy. The ring fit perfectly. The contract in hand we stopped by the lawyers. The Judge was there, and the witnesses. The contract formalized, witnessed, legalized we left for the airport. Her exit visa stamped, we went through emigration. Boarded the flight for Frankfurt.

    Extraction successful, next stop Madrid, then ...

    One Last Fling, For The Memory Bank, Before I'm Too Old

    I'm sixty. In my day I was an exotic dancer, part time prostitute. I met a man who wanted to be in the arms of a woman. Why I married him don't really know. A moment if weakness. He wanted me to move to his town. Then, he fell over his breakfast and died. I inherited the house, the car, the checking account. I inherited his pension and his retirement too.

    I set up a modeling business at first. Girls who wanted to get in the 'business'. It made money. But I got bored. I went on a cruise, five days down the coast of Mexico. Then another cruise to the Bahamas. Then another cruise down the coast of Alaska. I met a man on that cruise, married him. He bought me a nice new car. But it lasted a few months and in the divorce he gave me a nice settlement. More money. Another cruise.

    I never looked for older men to marry. They came to me, I am a widow twice over. And divorced twice too. I want to have sex with an ordinary man. For fun. Before I too old for that.

    Job Seeker

    After my divorce I was low on money and needed work. I applied for this job, a managerial position in a business owned by an old friend of my ex. I didn't know him all that well but had his private number so I rang him and told him about my application , with fingers crossed hoping to get to the head of the queue. He remembered me and was quite friendly on the phone.

    Then he promised to interview me himself. He said that he could come round to my place when my daughter was in school and we could talk it over. I said yes, that would be OK.

    On the day I took a long hot bath and laid out my best clothes and sexiest underwear. I may be a bit slow sometimes but I had a very clear idea of what he wanted and I knew I would fuck him when the time came.

    I won't bore you with the details. He turned up an hour late and as we talked he wandered around my apartment looking at the family photos and checking out the view from the balcony. I made it clear I needed this job and was willing to do anything to get it.

    He said I had to pass the oral test. I told him I was real good at oral. He took his coat off, sat on the sofa and unbuttoned his shirt. He asked me to show him how good. I unbuttoned my blouse to show him my black sexy bra. Then I knelt on the carpet and moved between his legs. He said that I knew what to do, so I opened his trousers and eased his hard-on out. It was thick but easy to suck. I went slow, licking and teasing. When he was ready to blow I deep throated it and swallowed what came shooting out and filled my mouth.

    He said the job was mine. However he asked if we could continue doing this and fuck as well. I was a little disappointed, thinking this would be the only thing I had to do. But as I had no sexual partner to worry about I decided it wouldn't be too much of a problem , so I said yes. I asked if he could go another one if we fucked in the bedroom and he that would be great, he was happy I was willing to please him.

    We got naked on the bed and fucked in several positions and I have to admit it was all very nice.

    As he dressed he asked if I did anal. I said I'd never done it. Would I be willing to try it ? I had some serious concerns and didn't know what to say at first, but finally said for him I would definitely try it.

    He said we were going to get along together really well. I thought fucking hell, just think about the money.

  • Continue Pool Watch

    When I got finish for day I always take a shower. As I was ready to get undressed one of the girl lifeguard came in she was beautiful and around 22. I pulled my shut off and her mouth dropped. She took her suit off a begin lick and sucking my 9” cock. After a while I put on the shower set and began stitching my cock in her as she started started fuming and all my 9” slippers in and I fucked her for 30 minutes. Her pussy was farting and squirting as I pounded it cum dripping down her leg as two other lifeguards watched. When I pulled my cock out they couldn’t believe the dize of it as it dripped cum. I got to go get back later.