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.

Pool Watch

I work as a lifeguard at a pool and I am required to wear a light blue speedo like swim suit. I am very large down there around 9” flaccid. I get more stares. Few of the girls been talking with me and they wear their sunglasses and no they’re looking. I like it but sometimes my suit squeezes my genitals. Part 2 later

  • Finding A Man Who Really Likes Me

    I let a big Kahuna have me, after he released me he said I was a naughty little girl. Well he was a dirty old man, playing around with a girl barely out of high school. After the passion subsided, the mystery resolved, his wife's continued pestering he let me off the hook, swim away little fishy. But he wasn't completely self centered, he bought me a fully equipped Accord and he continues to pay me as a consultant..

    Backing Up My Best Interest With This Baby

    I was pregnant and there is some question as to who is the father. Both were with me the same week. One is a man at work, I work under his chain of command, the other a boyfriend from college that has failed to launch. For me obviously, I need to move the needle to be the man at work, he can afford for me to be pregnant. My college friend can't afford a hot dog at the Shell station.

    My work lover asked for a DNA test to prove things once and for all. I didn't want a DNA test, I wanted him to just accept what I tell him. I stole my work lover's toothbrush to use his DNA, and that's how the DNA matched up with his. I cheated. There I admit it. I also used a test kit that is sent back and forth in the mail. I asked for a test that matched DNA, that's what they matched, the toothbrush and the DNA sample he gave them. No request for a paternity test.

    At this point the boy doesn't look all that much like his 'father', but he does have a willy so there, like father like son. My college friend is long out of the picture, all he knows is that the DNA proved he was not the father.

    Basically I need the money. I can't afford to live on what my college friend makes. I know that it will be a secret for all time. But I'm prepared, I'm the only one in on it. I'll get pregnant again, this time 100% with the baby father.

  • After Being Made Queer In Nuevo Laredo Everything Went Down Hill

    We were young college students and we couldn't buy beer until we were 21. Everyone knew you could cross the border and get anything to drink in Mexico, and they had señoritas. Two buddies of mine and me made the drive from school and crossed over in Nuevo Laredo. We went to a bar.

    We got drunk and the girls got uglier. We didn't decide to make a move on ugly whores. Things got ugly at the bar, I got thrown into a room and a big Mexican r**ed my ass. My buddies, they got beat up. It was a long time before I even said out loud that I'd been made queer back in Nuevo Laredo.

    Being queer was tough back then. What with those parties I went to where the men paid for college boys. Learning how to act sissy and suck their dicks. I was sure glad when I graduated, I wanted to get away from all that.

    I didn't act sissy and I got a job selling cars. It was a real shit job and to make ends meet I put an add in the free paper, in the personals. College boy making a man feel good. It kept me busy enough, especially on weekends. Man I tell you, it was good money and I was enjoying it then. If I liked going out Friday night I was okay with him picking up the bill.

    I got busted by a vice cop for solicitation and spent 180 days in the city jail. Everyone knows what you're in for and sucking cock made it easy on me. But I had a record, with a conviction so getting work with a record of homo prostitution made getting any kind of job impossible.

    I worked the cities, Dallas, Houston, before moving up to Chicago and then New York City. By the time I was 35 I was running a few girls and a couple of guys. Not proud of any of it, but once your made queer it's all down hill from there.

    Coincidences

    In Dec of 2003 I was celebrating my birthday at work. The big guy came down to steal a piece of cake. He asked me how old I was. I said 25. Funny, he said that exactly that day he had graduated from college, the day I was born.

    Within a week he had possessed me, within a month he had moved me, within a year he had made me a mother. I had to leave my job there because it was unseemly for me to work there. He got me a job with his wife.

    It's been over 20 years now, this daughter is a Junior in college. I still work with his wife, he is retired.

  • The Choice He Gave Me Was To Make Him Happy

    I misspent my twenties, getting in credit card debt and killing my credit score to nothing. I was driving an old explorer and I had to have it towed to a shop and they told me it was 1500 to get it running but 3500 if wanted them to fix it. I couldn't get any credit for it and I went to my supervisor and asked her if the company could lend me the money, I could pay 100 a month.

    She told me she wasn't authorized for that and she went to the CFO. He asked her to send me in to explain my situation. I got a long lecture on maturity and overspending and wasting my life away partying. The company could not lend me the money because it was against policy. If he lent me the money, what could I do to make him happy. "Think hard girl, what are you going to do to make me happy?"

    I didn't have any money and 100 a month was a stretch so he said I had to "make him happy". It was a personal loan. I told him I could give him a blowjob. He said I was thinking wrong, blowjobs are for the moment, he wanted to be happy. I told him I didn't know, I didn't even know what he meant by making him happy. "You're a woman aren't you, how do you make men happy?" In the end he wanted all of me, every inch of me, at night and in the morning, at breakfast and dinner. He wanted vagina and tits, but he also wanted me cuddled, keep him company at night.

    I had no choice really so I accepted and I started by letting him hold me and kiss me, kiss me until I got too hot to stand still, then he felt me up, to check me out and make sure I was a woman. He did get me to give him a blowjob in the office before sending me away with a check in my hand. I got my car fixed and I moved into an apartment where he could see me. He slept with me, he had sex with me too, and I had to fix his breakfast. He took me to the mall and bought me clothes to dress me. I had to model every piece of every outfit. He had me model the underwear after we got back to the apartment. I had a session with a beauty parlor for my hair and nails, and a session with a Brazilian spa to make me pretty for him.

    He gave me a debit card that always had money. He took me to the theatre and other nice places. He called me his Honey, his Sweetheart, his midnight Baby. When I had him between my legs and he was fucking me he wanted me to hold onto him with my arms around his neck and call him Daddy.

    My supervisor at work called me a sell out. She called him my 'Master" and called me his "Slave girl". I never paid him back, not with money. I can't pay the debt because there is no 'settlement clause', I have to keep him happy.

    I asked him for another car, one that was safer. Why would he want me to be in a car that he wouldn't get into. If I got hurt or killed then he would be sad and that wasn't happy. The only way I can keep him happy is to be with him. I got a car, and a house, and closet full of clothes. I sleep with him and make him happy when he wants me. I know I sold out, I know I'm probably a high dollar prostitute. I know that. I also know that making him happy is what makes me happy. That includes all the sex and the role playing. I like his spankings, I like his kisses, I like his manhandling, and his groping. And I like it when I have him between my legs and I put my arms around his neck and call him Daddy. I can't help it, I'm his sugar baby.

    1980s Porn Shoots During College.

    I wonder what ever happened to all those porn clips I did as a college girl. Back then it was fun and a way to make money on the side. But now I laugh wondering if that stuff is still around ?

    When I was in college, I met another girl who was working nights in a topless bar and she convinced me to come and check out the club. Belong long I was dancing topless and picking up a lot of cash. "Eve" was a tall, busty blonde and her big boobs made her a crowd favorite.

    Prety soon I moved into "Eve's" apartment off campus and we began innocently enough exploring the joys of girl-on-girl sex. At some point "Eve" was approached by an older guy who wanted her do some "Artistic" photos in his home studio. She was skeptical and convinced the guy to work with both of us. It started out as your typical nude shots , Black and white artsy kind of stuff. Having danced topless in nothing but a G string, it was no big deal and the money was real good.

    Eventually "Eve" and I started to do more work together and we did a lot of Girl-on- girl movies. Since we were already lovers, it was simple to display our passion for each other on film. When the guy got into VHS cams we really stepped up or game.

    We did a number of outdoor location films. One of our favorites were as " Hippie Chicks". A lot of hot sex in the woods or in the guy's van. Then the guy doing the shoots brought in a well hung guy and we did threesomes. It was " Busted by the cops" or "Biker chicks" kinda stuff. LOL.

    The well hung guy we found out was gay, but his big cock was all that mattered, he could go a long time before blowing cum on our chest and face for the money shot. We looked like baby birds with our mouth gaped open waiting to be fed. This went one for 3 years, eventually we graduate and moved on with our lives. I still have some B&W photos and I always laugh at those big hairy bushes we were sporting back in the day before starting to trim for better exposure so to speak.

    I just wonder where all those old videos went and if they still exist. Since I'm now a grandma and a recently retired teacher, I hope they're gone forever. But I still have the memories.

    Married For Money, Money Talks, Loudly

    During college I hooked up with a girl. After college we went to live in Oregon. At first it was an open place, everything was legal. But after a year it was suffocating. We decided to try our luck in her home city. We had help from her parents, who were not really happy with our choices. We got jobs, in food service. Our degrees were not in demand, our jobs in Oregon were nothing but bullshit.

    Through her parents' network we met a man who was looking. I got a job with him, paid better and had benefits. I didn't understand the business, they bought and sold chemicals for the textile industry. He made a lot of money, working on the telephone. It was me, and this older woman.

    One day my coworker told me he thought of me, all the time. Well, if he did he didn't show it. In that conversation she said that I thought he was too old for me and I had 'that' girlfriend. Over the next several months we became closer. At one point he asked me if I had ever thought about having children. What woman hasn't? What about him, had I ever thought about him? Well, yeah, he's my boss. But the fencing ended up with him asking if I would consider marrying him.

    Everyone around me said the same thing, money talks. I thought about, and agreed to get married. It was a simple ceremony. His children were there, his exwife wasn't. Marriage for purposes of procreation. Another set of children. "He can well afford a young wife and her children". He can, money isn't an issue with him, even if he is paying alimony and child support.

    I'm not really in love with him, I have no problems with him either. My friendship with my friend from college continues. He doesn't seem to mind.

    On A Trip I Never Planned For Never Expected

    Following college I decided to take a gap year before looking for a full time job. I got a job as a bartender on a cruise ship mainly doing weeklong cruises in the Gulf of Mexico. On one trip, I was off and eating alone in the self serve dining room, a man with a tray asked if he could sit at my table. He asked question after question, I felt trapped, I couldn't leave. During that half hour he learned where and when I worked, where I went to college, what motivated me to take a gap year, my love life or lack of it. Like a skilled interrogator he teased information out of me.

    He pushed his cabin key over to me before he left. That night he showed up at the bar where I worked, he spoke to me, he expected me to keep his bed warm that night. I answered that I would not be there. He answered that he expected me, don't disappoint him. He also let me know why he was on board, it was his daughter's engagement. I walked by his cabin, back and forth, before going down to my cabin.

    The next day he spotted me and I went the other way. The night before we docked in the morning he put a note on the counter at the bar, 'name, number, where did I live'. I left my name, a made up number, and an apartment complex I lived in in college. He stared at me, until I scratched out the lies and left him my number and where I lived. Immediately I knew I had made a huge mistake, but it was too late. I knew immediately that I was going to end up with him.

    He asked me to give up the cruise business, keep his bed warm, and show him genuine affection. I did what he asked, I quit the cruise line, kept his bed warm, and showered him with affection. His daughter got married, two years older than I was. When she told me her husband had hit dead center I cringed, I was also pregnant.

    I found a job, babysitting his granddaughter while I babysat my daughter. I agreed to get married for the sake of my daughter. With babies in the house I went maternal, and my affections went with it. I'm the daughter's best friend, her babysitter, she talks about the sister she never had, but I'm her stepmother. We have a cruise planned for when the 'girls' turn five. Even if there are other siblings.

  • Idk What To Call This

    I fucked so many old men when i was in high school for money. They loved teen pussy, specially that i looked like a boy already it was easy to pass me off as their son or a co worker as most were construction or uniformed men.