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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 -
Straight Female / 45

A Strictly Business Arrangement. A Marriage Of Convenience.

I was married when I was in my twenties, but I outgrew him almost immediately. We got divorced, no children. He went his way, I went mine. I turned 35 and was transferred to Corporate. In Corporate I met a man who was divorced and fifty. In a conversation in his office he offered me, if I came to him, and took care of him, he would support me and ensure that I had enough to live comfortably. A business arrangement, he wasn't good at solo.

I married him with a prenup, separate bedrooms. I had a 'job' description, no wages. If he died I was in the will and the executor. If he didn't die, well then I would be bathing him when he was ninety. If I died, it didn't matter.

But life is full of curveballs. I thought he was too old, and 'couldn't'. I thought I was too old and 'couldn't get pregnant'. I was convinced I had started menopause. Well he could, and I could and there I was expecting a baby. The doc said it all looked good, nothing to worry about. I had a doll of a daughter, who is my life's work. Now he's sixty and I'm forty five and our daughter is nine, going on twenty. I'm sorry, regretful, that I just didn't take the bull by the horns and keep on getting pregnant.

I share a bedroom, but we have two singles pushed together. I have now adopted his name and we are socially married. We don't talk about the prenup, it all goes to our daughter. She is the main beneficiary. I have a couple of trust funds already, funded because of a business sale. I'm set. My concerns are twofold, running the house and the social life, and caring for and raising our daughter. He is the benevolent father.

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# 82501 - by Alice / September 16, 2025
    • - I Did It For The Money -
    Lesbian Female / 37

    Starved For Money, I Became A Straight Lesbian.

    My trade is a painter, art. I was then a starving artist. There was a neighborhood fair where I exhibited a few of my paintings. A man, very much a toxic male, stopped and said he liked it, and did I do commissions. I went to his office, a male dominated business, the women were all in subservient positions. He took me to the Board room, he wanted a painting, an original, four by six feet. Then in the executive suite, all male except for secretaries. A long wall, he wanted another painting, five thousand a piece, paid on delivery. I sold my soul for the money.

    He had me spend some time in each area, to get the feel. He peeled off five one hundreds and told me to get something nicer, I looked like a hippy. He stopped by my 'studio', to evaluate some ideas. He told me he wanted something that wasn't museum, blended in, but when observed stood out, make it interesting. I needed money so he gave me twenty five hundred, as a down payment.

    Because I was taking too much time, he set me up in a warehouse building. With a space heater. He 'supervised' me unnecessarily. One day the paintings were ready, a showing was held with businessmen of all sorts, when a banker asked for me, he said he would manage my projects, my studio was in his warehouse.

    I was paid, monthly, invited to parties, presented as his 'find'. 'His girl'. After one such party he told me I was straight, he had been watching me. He further told me 'it was time to dance' with him. And I went to bed with him. He showed me how a real man treated a woman. And likewise, he expected me to be a real woman.

    In my defense by then I was totally supported, I had sold out to him for money. I dressed and behaved like he wanted. So going to bed with him was one more step on that highway. I was free to paint, with a large studio, and a helper. To work closely with a framer. Avoided murals, stuck to paintings.

    I turned 35, a straight lesbian.

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    # 82297 - by Sold Out / September 10, 2025
    - I Did It For The Money -
    Straight Female / 44

    Better Then The Job I Had

    Before I was married and was seriously dating anyone I did some things for money that I am kind of torn about. I was a sophomore in college living away from home and was always looking for work. I got a job working at the schools cafeteria. It was a horrible job but it was work. I was making less then 100’bucks a week but anything helped. I was a bit of a flirt always had been so I chatted guys that would come in. Most where freshman who didn’t know the area and there parents had bought them the meal plan. Or the guys that kind fondidnt fit in kept to themselves were not in a fraternity. These guys always chatted me up. I was a cute big tit brunette back then should length hair. Nice ass good body cute girl. There was one guy who always tried to ask me out id ignore the advances. He was always asking and then a few more would ask me out after a while as well. None really did it for me so I’d always pass. It was a Friday night I’m working until 9:00 then going home to shower because when I left I always smelled of whatever was being cooked. Some days pasta some days steaks what ever it was I smelt like it. It 9 I’m walking out and here is that guy says hi I say hey. He says I smelled like pasta sauce wonderful that’s what a girl wants to hear I tell him. I then tell him your not good at this whole asking out thing. He says how about I just pay you to go out with me. Not interested in dating anyone thanks I respond. How about inpay you to have sex with me. I find that extremely offensive he says how about a bj for 100 bucks no go away and I’m still walking away. He says how about a hand job for 100 bucks. I laughed this guy went form quite and lonely to wanting me to jerk him off for money. I laugh and said it’s going to cost you 200 bucks for that I kept walking he says ok. It crossed my mind I could get what I make in 2 weeks with looking at a this guy a 5 minute hand job. I’m being generous with saying he will last 5 minutes by the way. I ask where do you want to go. He says his dorm room is close and no one is there. His roommate always left for the weekend he was form this area so he’d go home. We walk maybe 5 minutes I’m in a hoody and I have it on. I tell him to sit down and pull your pants down. He was kind of chubby I took my sweatshirt off I had on a t shirt I want this to be done i ask for the cans he hands it over I’m thinking I’m going to make this guy finish fast. He was already hard so I stand up take my T shirt off and bra and he had this look on his face like WTF I spit on my hand kneel on my hands and he leans back a bit and I start to jack him off like I’m a jack rabbit. I should have timed it because he last like 3 minutes and i covered the top of his dick with my palm. I felt all the warm jizz and rubbed the head with my juzz covered hand. He beefed for me to put it in my mouth. I stood up and went washed my hands came back out my shirt and hoodie on and said good night. After a few weeks i quit my job. He was a weekly jacker for me. He asked if he could tell his roommate I said no he said he would pat me as well. I was making 400 bucks a week for like 10 to 20 minutes wort he of work. Topless of course. Never sucked them never fucked them. I dated a few guys non knew what I was doing. Never told anyone that i supported myself by jacking a few guys off a month. It actually feels good to get that off my chest

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    # 82278 - by BlondeStacy / September 9, 2025
    • - I Did It For The Money -
    Straight Female / 34

    I'm Conflicted, My Lifestyle Is Afforded To Me

    As a Financial Reporting Director I find myself having to live my image. I have younger women who find me to be a roll model for them. I have the credentials, but I was 'pulled' up as the secret mistress of an executive, not because I did a good job, at work. I am a good mistress.

    It's not the money or getting a promotion that drove me into bed with him. I went down like a lamb. I became his mistress when he bought me a townhome, and put me on an allowance. I live a lifestyle that is not affordable on my salary. Young women are unduly impressed with what appears to them to be professional success.

    Not all that you see is real. The truth is, living my lifestyle can only come from wealth not generated from providing professional services.

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    # 82239 - by Alice / September 8, 2025
    - I Did It For The Money -
    Straight Female / 23

    I Don't Have A Backbone

    I was sleeping in my car and using the company gym to shower. My manager caught me and he offered to set me up, but I had to come clean with him. Not leave any details out.

    The reason I was sleeping in my car is because I walked out on my roommate without paying my share of the rent because she had this guy coming over with his friends and doing druqs. I didn't have money for renting a space of my own.

    My manager gave two options, live with him and be the girlfriend, or he would loan me enough to rent a small space. I asked him specifically if girlfriend meant what I thought it did, because I didn't do sex. He said, keep up the place and playlike if we went out.

    Once I was there he wanted me to stand in front of him naked. He liked naked girls. It was weird but it wasn't sec, and it was once. People started to see us as being together. He wanted me to sleep with him, no sex. I made the mistake of sleeping with him once, he didn't keep his word and had sex with me. It was very ugly and dirty. I told him I was leaving but he promised not to have sex with me. I should have known better, he started calling me his wife.

    I never left, I'm still there, taking care of the place, sleeping with him, and letting him get on me.

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    # 82186 - by Louise / September 6, 2025
    • - I Did It For The Money -
    Straight Female / 34

    Culture Shock

    I fell on hard times. I lost my job, ran out of savings, had to move out of my apartment. I looked for a job but I couldn't find anything, that paid enough. So I turned down everything. I was down to one suitcase, and living on a couch when a placement agency called that they had a temp job. My hostess told me to take it, it didn't matter where it was or how much it paid.

    This temp job was with accounts payable in a company that was out by the docks. Dirty and smelly. The office they put me in was a room in the warehouse, with a door on two sets of buckets, and a light hanging from the ceiling. It was hot and unairconditioned. And the men were awful. I told my hostess I couldn't go back, she wasn't nice to me, yelled at me. "Get your ass back there and do the job they are paying you for". God, don't yell at me.

    The bus ride took forty minutes. I checked in at the gate and walked to my closet. The papers were on my door table, for me to code for the girls up front to key into the computers. I dressed more casually the second day. When I walked out to the restroom, which was in the main building, the men called me names, told me they liked my ass, I was wearing pants that day. Everyday was more awful than the day before. The men came and hung by the door offering to take me out, that they wanted to fuck me. One man came in a hung up a centerfold from a magazine, so the men would feel at home when they came and talked to me. One man asked me to let him see my tits. Another man, grabbed pussy.

    The girl I took my work to told me that the rumor was that the men liked me. Not to pay attention to them, they were just making me feel at home. She whispered to me, if I liked one then I should let him know, because that way the other men would leave me alone. She told me which one was her boyfriend, and that not having a boyfriend was a problem.

    She made arrangements for me and her boyfriend to go out, and he brought a friend, Santiago. He had worked there for a while, he was a pipe fitter. He held my hand, did not let my hand go. He put his arm around my shoulder and held me down so I couldn't stand without him letting me go. He kissed me in the booth, he told me I was not his girlfriend. And he didn't like me going stiff on him. He showed me his hand, with that hand he grabbed my breast, with that hand he shoved it up between my legs. I went home with Santiago. Santiago was my boyfriend.

    After six weeks I was moved into the main building in the air conditioning where they had prepared a cubicle for me. It was my 'job' to make and bring Santiago's lunch for him, and the four of us had lunch together in the warehouse. We talked about sex a lot, I heard about it, blow by blow, he was a man and she wanted a real man. What about Santiago? Was he a man? What was I going to say? Yes, he's a man, and I liked a man. You see, I told you, once you have a boyfriend then things work out for you.

    I was there for two years when the boss of all of us called me to his office. He asked me about Santiago. Santiago had brought a bottle of beer to work, and that was a firing offense. What was I going to do about it. Why hadn't I kept an eye on him. He was a good worker. He had one more chance, Santiago was my responsibility. Make sure he obeys the rules.

    I told Santiago that if he ever did that again I wouldn't be with him. That's the only weapon you have, deny him access to you.

    We partied together, we were a four person affair. Everyone knows who belong to who. Without a boyfriend you are nothing. Oh, I was hired full time after moving inside the main building.

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    # 82054 - by Elizabeth / September 2, 2025
    - I Did It For The Money -
    Straight Female / 27

    I Did It For Money, But I Had Fun.

    I was stripping for a living. One of the other girls started working in a dungeon. She told me that she made a fortune and got me a job there. I had to work with her to learn the ropes, whips, strap-ons, etc. Once I was on my own, I got this rich young client who tipped extremely well. He wanted to lick my toes, get whipped, and then get strapped in the ass. He came about every other day for his treatment.

    Slowly, he told me about himself. He inherited the business from daddy. It practically ran itself, but he went into the office to get away from his clingy wife. He wanted her to dominate him sexually, but she was too submissive. He tracked her online use. Initially, she watched porn where the man dominated the woman. Lately, she switched to porn where a dominatrix dominated the woman by fucking her while she was locked in stocks. She recently asked him to buy as set of stocks for her, but he hadn't done it.

    I jokingly suggested that he buy two sets of stocks. He liked the idea! He wanted me to arrive under the guise of being a product set-up demonstrator for the company when the wife was home alone. He would arrive a couple of hours later. He offered to pay me for my time, so I accepted.

    The day the two stocks arrived on a Friday afternoon, he phoned me once the delivery had been made. I put a coat over my uniform and went to his address. When I introduced myself to his petite wife, she invited me in to open the boxes and set up the equipment. I had read the instructions and checked out a video, so the simple assembly didn't take long.

    An extra box was there, so she opened it. It contained a medium sized strap-on. She meekly asked if it was part of the demonstration. I said that she would have to remove her upper body clothing if she wanted the demonstration to continue. She did, and she stripped to her waist. I then locked her in one of the stocks.

    After instructing her to call me mistress, I took of the lower part of my outfit and shoved my pussy in her face. The submissive bitch immediately worshipped it with her tongue while I gave her novice ass instructions. After cumming, I told her that she didn't do it right and deserved to be punished. She agreed. I removed the rest of her clothing while she was still restrained by the stocks. I whipped her until she was crying softly. I asked her if she liked it. She said that she loved it. Then the husband arrived to see her.

    I asked him if this was his bitch? He said yes, but he didn't want to fuck her. I made him strip, and locked him in the other stocks so that they were closely face-to-face. I whipped him and asked him if he was now my slave. He replied yes. I whipped his wife and asked her if she was now my slave. She also said yes. I asked who owned them. They both said, "You, Mistress."

    I put my hand on her pussy. It was dripping. I asked her if she wanted her mistress to fuck her. She said yes. I made her beg for it. She did so loudly. As I fucked her wet pussy, I made her describe to her husband how much she loved it and how much she loved being my slave whore. He shot cum without being touched, but I fucked his ass with my wet strap-on and made him confess how he loved being my slave whore right in his wife's face.

    While they were both spent, I took them out of the stocks and cuffed their hands behind their backs. Then I locked stainless steel slave collars around their necks. I made them both worship my pussy for at least an hour. Then I took them into their huge walk-in shower and cleaned us all up. Taking their key, I left and went to my apartment. I packed and told my roommate that I was moving. I stopped and bought leg cuffs too.

    When I returned, I informed them that I was moving in to become their full-time mistress. Hubby slave could work from home. Wifey slave was to fire the housekeeper; that would be her new slave job. He was happy and agreed. When she protested her housekeeping duties, I whipped her ass until she begged to become the slave housekeeper. I put the leg cuffs on them both. I moved her wrist cuffs to the front, and she meekly started cleaning up around the stocks.

    After a couple of weeks, they seemed to adapt to their new roles in life. She cleaned, and he worked with one hand while cuffed to his desk chair. They worshiped my pussy several times per day, but I wanted more. I called my bisexual fuck buddy to move in with us. After he fucks me with wifey slave locked in the stocks, the handcuffed hubby slave cleans me and my buddy. Then he sucks my buddy until he is hard enough for his next job.

    Wifey slave thanks me profusely for the privilege of being fucked by a real man. She loves his big dick and loves me for getting it for her. She is so happy now. Hubby slave is just humiliated by it all, but he seems to love that.

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    # 82048 - by Dominatrix Sue / September 2, 2025
    - I Did It For The Money -
    Straight Female / 41

    I Have Pictures Of How I Lived Before I Married Him

    I keep my mouth shut, when asked where I met my husband, I say work. He must have swept you off your feet. If only. It was a 'business transaction', in return for money. I was past my prime, but good looking enough for an older man. Tired of living alone, he made me a proposition. Wife, home, children. The house swept me off my feet. Who lives like this? That's what I asked myself. You have to be kidding, seven bedrooms nine baths, pool, tennis court, gated drive?

    But he was serious. I got an apron and the keys to the house, a new Range Rover in the underground garage. A platinum Amex, a bank account. Just push out some babies, that was the price.

    A nanny, a retired English teacher, a chef to cook, a Keys Lady to run the staff. Literally, step out of your panties for your bath, a Thai Lady in Waiting picks them up. Fresh ironed clothes, cleaned shoes, an attendant if you need your nails made up. Make the bed? Are you kidding, hop out of bed and the bed is made.

    Each baby has three first names. They either fly private, or first class. The summer is on the island. There is a home school teacher to stay on course. How about shopping? The store sends a model, just like you, same hair color, your size, to model for you. What then is the mirror for?

    Oh, sex. Yes, sex. He can't keep it up. But he was good for three kids. He is twenty five years older, never married before, no other babies to compete with. He has that, his babies, Daddy is the word that makes the world go round. I'm Mommy. I suppose as they get older I'll be Mom.

    Do I miss my job? Not a chance.

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    # 82035 - by Miss Terry / September 1, 2025
    - I Did It For The Money -
    Straight Male / 40

    So Women Will Do Anything For A Lifestyle

    Or just to not be homeless and starving.

    So i have this 38 yo gf who has a 17 year old daughter. And they have lived with me almost a year. My GF works but her income could never support her and her daughter. So my gf works
    Part time and in exchange for keeping a roof over their head and food on the table and all, she lets me fuck her friends . Sometimes with her in a threesome sometimes individually. All pretty hot women in their 30s.

    But recently she was out with her friends getting dinner and drinks for the night while i stayed at home. Well her daughter had a couple of her friends stay the night, one of which ( lets say her name was kerry) was 18, and obviously flirting with me throughout the night knowing my GF, her friends mom, wasnt home.

    Well i brush it off like nothing and go out back to drink a beer and smoke a joint. All of a sudden kerry shows up and asks if she can smoke with me. Knowing she was 18 and its only weed i said sure why not whats the worst that could happen? So as we are sitting and smoking she puts her hand on my thigh and as she blows a hit of smoke out she says" you know i think youre sexy dont you"? I say what? Youre in high school! As she takes another hit she goes on about how shes 18 and technically an adult and can make her own decisions about who to fuck and blah blah blah.

    I say blah blah blah bc i was getting high and could barely pay attention and listen as i was getting turned on. Bc as she passed the joint back to me her hand wasnt on my thigh anymore. It was on my crotch which was growing. She blows out some smoke as she rubbing my growing cock, and i say like what youre feeling? Of course shw said. The joint was pretty much done at this point and i took her hand and led her to the guest house where no one was or hardly ever goes.

    Make a long story shorter. That 18 year old banged my brains out. I tasted and finger her til she came. She gave me a blow job for about 10 minutes then i fucked her bareback in her pussy and ass and ended up filling up her asshole bc i didnt wanna cum in her pussy. After we were done ahe went back inside to her friends. All probably wondering where shes been.

    So im also gonna start trying to fuck my GFs daughters other friends that are 18, and eventually my gfs daughter when shes 18.

    I mean why not? My GF aint gonna do anything like leave me, unless she and her daughter wanna be homeless.

    I love having power over people, but especially when it gets you sex!!

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    # 82017 - by Mrfuckit / September 1, 2025
    • - I Did It For The Money -
    Straight Female / 33

    He Has Always Liked Me

    He always liked me, I could talk to him. That day he asked me to lunch and we went to the deli in the basement. I was making conversation, about a friend from high school. She had a rich father and he bought her a house. He listened, then he said this 'every woman can have a house, just have babies'.

    I said 'what'. Sure, that's how women have gotten houses, and lived a good life. Have babies for a man. I told him that was in the old days, today women get knocked up and the guy takes a hike.

    Well, he said he wasn't like that. Give him babies and he would give me a house.

    One baby, stay home and nurse the baby. Two babies, stay home and take care of first baby, and nurse the second baby. And so on. That's how it worked. Did I want a house, or not?

    Was he serious? Was he messing with me?

    Back in the office he had me sit down. On a paper he wrote:

    One baby, use of a house, monthly pay what I made.
    Two babies, use of a house, 25% raise over what I made.
    Three babies, the house is mine, 25%,raise over my two baby pay.

    Four babies, married, no prenup.

    Signed, dated, handed it to me for my signature.

    I'm married, no prenup, full time at home. And the house is in my name.

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    # 81944 - by Becca / August 30, 2025
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