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 Sold My Pussy On A Dating Site For Real

I sold my pussy on a dating site and I am not sure how I feel about myself now or if I should do it again.
I have been on a few sugar baby sites over the summer hoping to get some school money. I got lots of interest but mostly flakes and time wasters. They either offered way to low or just wanted to try to get me to send them pictures for free.
I didn't even think it was really going to happen. I had some fun flirting and sexting a few much older men but I figured either I was not hot enough or on the wrong sites. I honestly was about to give up.
Then this guy in his late 40's hit me up and said he'd be in my area for a work conference and wanted to meet for "just lunch" sometime and see where it went. His profile check out and he offered me 200 bucks for my time and to pay for lunch. So, why not... I went for it fully believing he'd be a no show like others has been but to took a shot.
Fred, was real, on time and was very nice looking. He was older looking then his profile, but very well dressed and upscale, polite, and good at conversation and making me laugh. We ate, flirted and vibed well and I reallyenjoyedthe date. Then he invited me back to his hotel for and additional g*ft of 500 bucks.
My heart sank. It was really happening. I was in shock. But 500 plus the 200 was 700 plus lunch... I may have been scared to death but agreed without even thinking.
We fucked. He was good. I liked it and I even cummed. He clearly was an older business man who's only interest in me was fucking a woman half his age. The lunch was the ice breaker and he was honest back to the hotel that his real intrest was sex. He was still polite, fun, even sweet but it was all about getting me naked and getting me to give him head and sex. We had some wine, made out, got naked, and it was all about sex and as he put it "banging me in several positions" which I complied with and was surprised by how good he was at it.
Ok. A few things...
Being paid to be fuck both made me feel cheap (which I didn't expect) and made me cum at the same time. I felt cheap but also naughty. Does that make sense?
Secondly, I was nervous and didn't notice his wedding ring until we were fucking. He was clearly married and did not deny it when asked later. It shouldn't bother that he was because thats between him and his wife but it kinda did. He was older than my dad and I just felt guilty a little knowing I'd not want my dad doing this behind my mom's back, yet i helped this guy do just that to his wife. Does that make sense?
Anyways he wants to do it more when he is in town. And I might find other men now that I know some of these guys are real.
Should I keep going or stop? Vote in the comments:)
I am seriously conflicted. I am not a prude and didn't think I'd have so many moral feelings over just fucking with no strings attached.
Yours truly,
Conflicted Kandi.

  • I Want A Hug, To Be A Girl Again

    I have a 'male' job where I work. I hate having to be the bad guy. It gets to you. I wear androgenous outfits. I go by my initials, CJ. I get paid a lot. I'm tired of having intestinal fortitude. All I want is to be a girl again. I worked hard to climb the ladder, I won't be able to replace my salary, but I'm 'out of here'.

    Will My Online Print Ever Fade.

    I am older and wiser and a mom onf 2 kids now with a baby daddy. But when I was young like 19-23 I did a pile of Webcaming and even tried escorting a bit.
    I don't regret it because I had fun and made money but when Google right I noticed pics and vids of me are still out there despite me canceling all my accounts years ago. You have to dig hard to find me but I am worried they will never go away.
    I don't want my kids to ever see me like that or be bullied if other find them. There are still nudes of me and clips of me doing sexual acts both with toys and people. There is even an really old ad of me as an escort from years ago when I was 19 and I can't get itubfsssw down because the site seems abandoned.
    I am frustrated and honestly embarrassed. What to you think the odds of being found out are?

  • I Work At A Jack Shack.

    I am a 34 year old Korean single mom and I work in an Asian Massage Spa aka a "Jack Shack" and yes I do massages the almost always end in a happy endings.

    Don't feel bad because i have come to terms and acceptted I am a sex worker living and working in the US, doing this to raise my children for a better life than me. Yes, it can be a lot, sometimes I want to quit but it's also not all bad and my cut is pretty good and I kind of get turned on when I have kind clients who tip and flirt. I have seen a lot of nice dick.

    While what I do is illegal, its a lot more common than people might think. Its everywhere if you open your eyes and look. Lots of guys get this done for them. I work at what's basically a brothel, we're called a "massage parlor" but literally the only reason you'd come here is for is to get jerked off. The massage is just an excuse and a chance for us to decide if you a cop or legit. My place only does hand jobs and management discourages blow job's or full service because the more a place does the more attention it gets from cops. I am not gonna lie I still give head to big tippers and have been fucked several times when the price was right but I have been there a long time and management trust me to be discrete plus i we split the cash 50-50. But even in a happy ending you might get to play with my tits or even finger my pussy if it helps me finish you close to our time limit.

    I jerk off about 5-8 men a day and work 5-6 days a week and most men by far are white, some black and hispanic, most middle aged and married. My location means a lot of guys are not regulars and I have jerked off a lot of diffent dicks in my 9 years. It's just normal to me now. It's my life.

    If you have any legit questions about time life style ask in the comments.

    College Money

    In need of money I agreed to do a porn film at a unreputable studio. The studio was located near the college and girls made extra money when they needed it. This was my first visit.

    The plot was simple, the girls were kept in stables and the stud came around to service them. To hold her down, her wrists were tied to a pole, and she was pulled over another pole bending
    her at the waist. The stud went down the line servicing the girls. Close ups, riding whip, blanched butt holes.

    A scene paid thirty bucks, so mostly to make the day worth it I participated in three scenes that day.

    It's not a resume part time job, but it paid better than a cashier at Albertson's.

  • Interest Paid

    In the late 70s after I graduated high school, a friend from high school and myself shared an apartment.
    His family and his job were stronger financially than I was. And as most young men are, I didn't always have the foresight to put money aside every month for rent. I always made enough to pay the rent, or at least my share and utilities and my food, and take care of my car but it wasn't always when it should have been.
    The apartment lease was in his name and it was a two bedroom apartment. I had bought the furniture that we used in the living room and we both had her own bedroom furniture.
    About the third month and I didn't have my share of the rent on time and it would be about three or four days before I got the checks. It would take care of that and he came to me the evening before it was due and told me that he was going to make the rent payment in full and I would owe him the balance. I thought that was more than fair, but he said that, it would cost me interest. I was thinking money that is not what he had in mind so for the next three nights, he took me from behind every evening before he went to bed.
    He never asked me to go down on him. He just wanted me to bend over the bed and let him get off so over the next year every two or three months I would go through a period of him. Using my behind anytime he wanted it until I paid the rent.
    Spent my entire life without another by experience until the last few months

    Rent From The Lesbian

    I have a great apartment, far more than I could afford as a college student. At first my parents paid half and it was manageable, but their finances changed for the worst and I was stuck with the whole payment. I was sitting, crying and telling the woman owner of the apartment that I was going to have to move. I couldn't give the 60 day notice on the lease, nor could I afford to stay. Tammi is very sweet, beautiful really and widowed at only 38 and is now 42. She is a gym rat, great body, 34C boobs, nice light brown nipples, and is brown haired below. I am a natural blonde, even "down there" the same height as her we weigh about 110 ea. but I have only small A cups (if even that).

    She was on the couch next to me and I was apologizing, and she asked if I really wanted to move. Of course I didn't but I had to do so. Her arm around me she pulled me closer to her and said that I didn't have to move. I didn't know what she meant, and repeated that I couldn't pay the rent. The answer was that I needed a room mate, one that could pay the full rent. Without any warning, she said "ME" then leaned in and kissed me. Not a peck, but a full on romantic kiss. To day I liked it is an understatement. Her lips were so soft and luscious, it was the best kiss of my rather limited life. Then I felt her hand go into my blouse and under my bra, she was using her finger running up and down teasing my nipple. I couldn't help but suck in air, as we broke the kiss and I leaned back on the couch. "You like that?" she asked and I did, very much.

    With that he pulled her hand away, opened my blouse totally and pushed up my bra. Her mouth on one nipples her finger and thumb pinching the other, much harder than I liked. I winced and she told me I'd get used to it and start to like the little pain I felt. As she moved down my belly with her mouth she opened my shorts. I wasn't wearing panties that day and she said she hadn't realized i was a "real" blonde. Soon my legs were spread, she was giving me orgasm after orgasm using her mouth on my clitoris and her fingers in my pussy. I was bucking and heaving and feeling orgasms like I've never felt before.

    I was resting, her fingers slowly pulling out of me, every nerve in me was alight and ultra sensitive. She kissed her way up to my mouth and then leaned over and pulled up her skirt, pulled down her panties and opened her blouse. She wasn't wearing a bra and as she pulle my head down I was soon sucking on her boobs, and she pushed me down to her brown bush and spread her lips with her hands. I went down on her for my first time ever with a woman.

    She is now my full time lover, I don't have to worry about rent, and she bought a second car for me to drive.

    To be honest; I put straight female in my gender. I still want, and somewhat miss getting screwed by a guy, but I'm with her now and I am a one man or one woman, woman. I love sex with her, we've really gone into more things that women can do together but I think at some point I know I'm going back to boyfriends. I do want to find a love I can marry and have children. I told one of my girlfriends about what is going on, and she teased me calling me a paid lesbian whore. I guess I am. But I am enjoying it. . . a LOT.

    I Stayed For Benefits

    My mother is a personal chef and I grew up in homes of elites. My place was helping my Mom and she taught me a lot about cooking and entertaining. I went to a professional cooking school and using my mother's connections I got some exposure in the right set of customers.

    I got a chance with a high profile celerity hosting a party. He liked my style and pulled my pants down and kept me overnight with him. It was the first on the list no-no on my mother's list, never sleep with the man who hires you. But she wasn't there to stop me.

    He told me if I let him fuck me he would let me cook for him. I moved in, moved in to his bedroom, and he let me do the entertaining. I had access to staff, budget, and a free hand to manage hosting, parties of two or twenty. He decided to hide me and bought me a house where he kept me. Few people knew that I slept with him.

    Good things come to an end, I had my own network, he 'gave' me the house and recommended me. His appetitive for girls amazed me, and more than once it was my job to convince them and then to move them out for the next one. I didn't specifically recruit, he did the fishing, I brought the catch home. From time to time he took me with him, to the mountains, for a weekend for old time's sake.

    And why I started to play with girls was his zero tolerance of any man near me. I liked girls, but not girls who slept with him. I had all the freedom to fish and land my own girl. I was particular, brains, artsy, pretty, a pleaser, a girl's girlfriend. That's how I met Mary, and he couldn't touch her. Mary moved in with me, she helped with my gigs, helped my mother when she needed her. She was a natural in the kitchen, and a natural attending. A perfect ten.

    I never quite moved on from him, you can't pick up and leave. And Mary couldn't leave me either. So like it or not my mother and I have a catering and hosting company, Mary runs the floor on location. My house, became ground zero. Mary decorated, turned my house into a premium entertainment venue. My friend provides the money, the kitchen, the furnishings, the art work, the wine list. We made money. Real money. And sometimes I go to the mountains. Investor relations he calls it.

    I Didn't, But I Think She Did It For The Money

    I was recently divorced and coincidentally so was my much younger next door neighbor. We'll call her Ally. Ally was 24, mother of two, blonde, cute body with thicker hips. I could tell by her small tits that she was skinny before she had kids, she still has a very nice body, just slightly thick. She started chatting me up one day in the front yard and we ended up talking for about an hour until her oldest kid got home. The next day, a Friday, she caught me coming home from work and offered to make me dinner after her ex-husband picked up the kids for the weekend. I of course agreed. My mind was racing with the possibilities. I'm in pretty good shape for my age, but I'm still nearly old enough to be her father. Anyways, dinner went great, and she is a really good cook. After dinner she suggest we watch a movie. Shortly into the movie, as we were joking with each other she kept getting closer until she was practically in my lap. Then I made my move, I kissed her and she kissed back. In no time I had her riding me. She said not to worry about anything, her tubes were tied, an didn't let me do a thing, she just rode me until I filled her pussy with my cum. This went on for a couple of weeks and then she hit me with it, her ex-husband quit his job, didn't pay child support and she couldn't afford her rent.

    There I was, blinded by this great, convenient pussy that was attached to a woman who I was really enjoying being with and I paid her rent. As the next month went on, still blinded by the great pussy, I did it again. Then her lease was up, and I let her move in with me. Not going to lie, being with a younger woman is great for the sex. She still has a lot of sexual energy that my ex-lost years ago.

    But, we've been together a year now and though she seems to genuinely care about me, I still believe that she did it for the money. At least initially she did. Even if she is only with me for the security, I can't be mad, because I did it for the pussy. And in my experience, women who are eager to please their man are few and far between. So whatever her reason for being with me is, I'm good with it.

  • Embarrassed That I Did That!

    When I turned 18 I took a job at an auto shop as a cashier. As you can imagine, there are mostly men who work there and being young and, if I do say so myself, pretty hot, I got hit on all the time. My father died when I was young and we didn’t have much money growing up. I made a little more than minimum wage, but not much and I shared an apartment with a friend. Between rent, gas, food, and clothes, I didn’t have much left each week, but I managed to get by. I lived in Houston Texas and there is a large Hispanic population there and they seemed to be particularly attracted to me. At the time I had long brown hair, b cup breasts, a decent ass, but my best feature I think was my legs…though some aid my smile.

    One Friday after work a group of us got together to go for drinks at a small bar that one of our customers owned. As I said before, mostly men, or boys, worked there so I was 1 of about 4 females there, 3 of them were in their 40s or 50s so I was easily the most popular. Guys kept buying me drinks, I had to give some of them away, so I eventually refused the drinks. Several were hitting on me. I had a boyfriend, not serious but still a boyfriend, so I told them no thank you. After realizing they weren’t going to get anywhere most of them gave up and started playing pool. This allowed me to sit to the side and sip my drink and actually read a book.

    After about an hour sitting alone, a Hispanic man walked over and sat down. His name was Jorge, he was probably in his early 60s, though maybe a bit older. He asked if I minded if he joined me, though he’d already sat down, so I smiled and told him ok. We talked a bit, it turned out he worked as a salesman at the same dealership where I work. I told him about work and my boyfriend. He said he’d seen me at work though I didn’t remember him. He was divorced, 3 grown kids, and just looking for some friends. He was pleasant to talk to, but far from attractive. He was about 5’9” tall, a rather large belly, and his hair was falling out unable to be hidden by the sad comb over. Ke bought me a few drinks and kept the conversation flowing, never once hitting on me. Several of the guys from work came over to make sure I was ok, a few seemed upset that I said I was. I noticed most the guys from work had begun to leave, it was about 9:00 now.

    He asked me if I had plans for college, I explained I hoped to go when I could afford it but could barely pay my bills on a cashier’s job. As we continued to talk we discussed how touch it was making ends meet and how I needed to find a job where I could earn more money. He listened to me for a bit, then he said “I’d like to ask you a question, but I’m worried about offending you.” Curious, I told him to ask me. He said “I know you are struggling financially, and I’d like to help. But, I’ve always felt nothing in life is free. So, I have a proposition for you.”

    As soon as he said “proposition” I had a feeling what was coming. I didn’t say anything at first, I just looked at him and thought how my opinion of him had just gone down. Finally, I said “So, what’s your proposition?” He looked at me for a minute and then said “I’ve been divorced for 4 years and have only been with 1 person in that time. I’d never dream of ‘hooking up’ with a young woman like you. But, if you would consider it, I am willing to give you $1500 to come and spend 1 night at my house. Yes, I do mean for sex, but I also want you to spend the entire night. I’ll pay you cash and no one will ever know.

    I was shocked to say the least. I expected the cash offer, but I was expecting $100 or something. $1500 would make things so much easier for a few months and I was surprised to find I was considering it! I asked him when he wanted this to happen and he said “Tonight if possible.” I asked for another drink and then I agreed. He drove me to his house and made us drinks when we went inside. After a few of them, I asked to take a shower. He showered in another bathroom and was waiting in the bedroom when I came out. I wrapped a towel around me and joined him. I lay on the bed beside him and closed my eyes while he kissed me and fondled me. He asked me to give him a blow job, so I moved between his legs and took his small cock in my mouth and sucked him until he was hard, then rolled onto my back.

    He then moved down and started going down on me giving me a quick orgasm! The next thing I knew, he put on a condom and climbed on top of me, fucking me and sucking on my breasts. He too came quickly and then rolled over and soon fell asleep. The next morning he gave me $1500 cash and drove me to my car. He would stop by my desk occasionally and even asked me if I wanted to get together again. We did about 3 more times after that, each time he paid me a little more and we did a little more. I am embarrassed and ashamed I did this, but I have been honest with my husband and he has no problem with my past.