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.

Adapting To Him Is Harder Than I Thought It Would Be

Trapped and poor I agreed to marry an older man and keep house and all that. He is twenty six years older than me and calls me honey, sweety, Nina, baby. He shushes me, tells me I'm too young to know, when I get older he will explain it to me. I have to go to school because if not I'm wasting my life away. I get an allowance and he pays all the bills, even for things my allowance is for.

I am taking cooking lessons in addition to school, another life skill I need to master if I really want to be the girl he wants me to be. He likes me to wear nice but conservative clothes. I don't drink anymore, and forget about anything stronger. I never mention any of my prior dating life. I have to go to the doctor every six months, dentist, he wants me healthy 'because you never know' I might become pregnant. I've lost twenty pounds since I got married and I'm looking more and more like one of those fit girls at the gym.

My house is modern and open. He collects art, that's how I met him. I'm a frustrated artist and 'starving' was my middle name. Now I am buying 'stuff' right and left from artist like I was. I can't help it. I know I can't save everyone. Any form of alcohol or substance abuse, smoking or emotional disorder and I can't get involved with them, no matter how much it grabs at my heart. He lets me help deserving artist but only from behind their back, no name recognition.

I have a friend Maya who he is picking up the bill for rent and medicines and doctors and rehab. She doesn't have insurance and she fell down some stairs. She is staying with us until she can take care of herself. It is going to be a while so we have to be patient.

One day I hadn't eaten in a week, except trash food from a restaurant they put in the trash. Now I'm so rich I don't know what to do. I wish I was mature enough for him, but maybe I never will. I can't catch up twenty five years, I'll always be Nina to him and he will be Mr. Jones to me.

  • Money Talks

    When I was in high school, I had a boy offer to fill my car with gas in exchange for release. I agreed and it became our thing. As life has continued, this has happened so often that I barely pay for anything anymore. Even my rent is paid through bartering. I guess in a society where money talks, this seems like an unacceptable means of capitalism. It works for me though.

    I Went Into Business For Myself Peddling My Goods To Rich Old Men

    I am late to the game. I got started at 37 to a married guy I met on vacation. I sucked cock for money. It must be an acquired taste. I left his hotel room and was confronted by security, and pictured before being released. One night stand and they figured me as a hooker.

    Over the last several years I've perfected my approach and technique. First is to recognize that during ovulation and right after you telegraph to a man you are in season. That birth control upsets it doesn't mask the pheromones. Worst days are right before and right after your period.

    Men who are older are a lot more interested, leave the muscle boys to the baby hookers. How much to charge and when do you turn him down is a marketing equation. A bird in the hand analogy applies. Going home empty is an expensive decision. Considering 50% of the time you are fallow before your spring is a lesson to pay attention to.

    At 44 I've been in 'the business'. The toughest part is your mental condition. I went from a controlling guy to a lesbian lover. She's a younger hooker, works the convention circuit. A relaxing bath and sweet pussy is what you need after turning tricks with the golf crowd in the evening.

  • Following My Sisters Through The Ages Into The Gilded Cage Of Marriage

    I am small, have a boyish presence, have very small boobs, small hips. I have a very pretty girl face and dress in 'boy' clothes, with a feminine fashion. How being so petite I have a bigger woman's sex organs doesn't make sense. Especially when I am aroused. I can take any size penis.

    I have lesbian tendencies and all my emotional crushes have been on women. I have a man who I live with and mop and serve. I have issues with women's roles, but I am all over serving him and making sure he is happy with me. I'm a pleaser, especially when it comes to this man.

    I tried college and ended up in art school in Phoenix. It is the biggest waste of money ever. I owe, therefore I have to live with man who pays my student loans and covers the rent and food and vacations. I know I will never be able to support myself, the word starving is what defines an artist.

    My man has lectured me on 'respect' for him, and 'obedience' to him. Both out of bound women's liberation ideals. When he put down the law, all and he meant all forms of birth control were out of bounds. Including abstinence and anal, I had to 'respect' his wishes and 'obey' him. I am going to be one of those child sized girls who will look ridiculous pregnant. But, obedience is a virtue.

    I fly around the gilded cage he has me in. Only he has the key to it. All I can say is that I was in a very tight lesbian relationship in college, and it was suffocating. The reason I rebounded with him, I guess.

    I'm facing a name change, and a ring on my finger. He bought me the 'house' I asked for to make a family for him. I am getting married in September and I have a 100% chance of being pregnant by then.

    Women love their men differently. I agree with that statement. I don't know how I love you, because frankly I don't know how women fall in love with men. All the rush of a crush with a girl, never happens. It's like you know the plane is leaving so you get your stuff together and get on board and find your seat. And from then on you go where he goes. Hopefully first class, but if not, you settle back in your seat and thank your lucky stars he want's me to wake up beside him.

    Amateur Night

    I went to a strip club with my husband and it was amateur night. They asked women in the audience to strip on stage and the best amateur stripper would win $500. So I entered. I didn’t realize how many men thought I was sexy. I ended up winning. The owner called me into his office back stage for payment.

    I got back and it was the owner, 2 other guys, and me. While back there, he said he wanted a picture of me to display on his website as the winner of the amateur strip contest. I said sure, but then he asked me to remove my top. I hesitated, but the alcohol in me said fuck it. He took a few photos. He then told me to just be in my panties, and again, I followed orders.

    Next thing I knew, the 2 guys were taking pictures with me. One thing led to another and I began having a threesome right there, while the owner filmed and took photos. I began thinking about my husband and wondered what he was doing or if he even noticed I was gone for a while. These 2 men fucked me good, in all holes.

    After they came down my throat, I got dressed. The owner gave me a waiver to sign so he could post those pics of me on the website. He ended up paying me $1000 because he said I deserved a better tip than what those other guys gave me. I went out to my husband and he was receiving a lap dance that he said he was given to him by the owner for free. I wanted to leave, so we left.

    Later, I found out the owner was selling the video on his website. He also posted a picture of me double fisting those 2 dicks. The title was “Slut Wife Amateur Stripper” with the tagline “Slut Wife is willing to do anything to be the best known amateur stripper and win the cash prize”

    My picture is still on his website. My husband is furious that I did vile sex acts for money.

  • Is It Just Me?

    Am I the only one who enjoys sex more when being paid for it?

    I have both stripped and escorted off and on since my twenties... I have also been in relationships and in love. But honestly there is nothing that compares to being paid to be fucked.

    In relationships it becomes about duty and routine. And maybe deep down I am just a cheap whore but honestly there is something just so empowering and flattering that a man would part with real cash to fuck me. It makes me feel super desired and slutty (in a good way) and honestly is often better than with a boyfriend.

    I have talked to other escorts and none of them ever seem to feel this way. Am I the only one? Is it really just me?

    I Betrayed My Best Friend And She Never Found Out.

    Last year before we all went away to college in different directions I betrayed my best friend in the worst way.

    I fucked her Dad in exchange for enough money for a reall good MacBook pro for school.

    He has been hitting on me for years. He has offered me cash and g*fts before. I just said no firmly and kept my fucking mouth shut. Katie and her mom would either never believed me or worse yet would have been heart broken if they did. It went on for years... who knows if he fuck some of her other friends but I couldn't break her family up like that by even telling her.

    However, last summer just as the summer was ending he knew I needed money bad for school and he pointed out no one would find out because we all left for different schools in a few days. My family is poor compared to hers. My laptop was shit, and i need something top notch because i an going in fashion design, so I folded.

    We spend a full night in a hotel together while Katie and his wife thought he was away on business. I gave him oral several times (he loved watch me suck) and he fucked me and creampied me at least twice. He also gave me a couple nice oral orgasms and was the first guy I let finger my ass (which made me cum). He insisted I do him raw because he knew I was on the pill. He also made me keep my clothes off the whole time even when sleeping. He wanted to see and have access to everything. And in the morning I walked away with $2,000 bucks and have never seen or heard from him again.

    I am home for the summer. It clear Katie has no idea... but we are hanging out at my house not hers this summer.

    Once You Close The Line Can Ever Really Go Back? Advice?

    I was so young and I just got caught up in wanting things and then pandemic hit and i needed money. I had just turned 18, was broke, i started selling my pics on SC and then I started an OF page and l was no lonely in lock down that i lived the attention I was getting. I got sucking to the app and chatting with my fans since there was noting to do. Eventually got talked into sleeping with a few guys off the app for outrageous amounts of money.

    The first guy was gross, older, married, big chubby but he did knew how too fuck. He fucked my brains out and paid me more money then i'd ever dream i was work for a fling in a motel for a few hours. After that i was hooked.

    After they vaccines came out i felt safer and bolder and loved the money and moved on to some sugar-baby sites. I got paid more for less sex as a sugar baby but some times when the economy was bad i'd not find enough Daddy's. So, I turned to straight up escorting.

    The long and the short of it is a was depressed, broke, and i got caught up in it and the life style. I kinda feel like a whore now because i have slept to too many man and i am so young. I am kinda doubting this life style but only because I think I am still young enough to stop and go to college and i have the money.

    Is it too late for me? I have a high sex drive and worry i'll miss the sex and money. But I also feel i need to secure a better life.

    Advice?

    Fucked My Boss For A Raise And Now I Dont Want To Stop

    My boss has always stated he has found transmen hot. Hes always made advances at me that ive passed. But no matter what when we are alone he always begs me for a blowjob or a fuck.

    I told him the only way he would ever fuck me is if he gives me a raise...

    He gave me a 20% increased pay and gave me a 5k bonus every 4 months...

    I had to keep my promise so i stayed late kmowing he cant leave without everyone gone so when the last one left and it was just me and him he came into my work space joking about how we are alone and that the office floor is high up so nobody would see us fuck... i told him that is true...

    When i walked to the window amd he came up behind me. I pushed my ass out hitting his semi hard cock in his dress pants. It felt big compared to what ive had..

    I slowly pulled down my pants and boxers revealing my ass ans my pussy hole. He got excited and undid his pants and spit on his cock and slid it in me.

    It was huge. It felt weird knowing he used to babysit me but that quickly went away with every stroke he did. He stuck a finger in my ass which ignited a flame and i became so horny we fucked for 3 hours in almost every spot of the office we could. He offered me a ride home knowinfg i take transit and proceeded to finger me to orgasm on the way home. I had to make him pull over and fuck me once more before dropping me off at home tonight...

    Now i dont kmow if i can go to work without immediately jumping on his cock...

    I know hes married and has kids but the way he fucks me is so irresistible. Maybe i can ask him to do that clone a willy thing so i can suck and fuck his cock when hes not around. I wonder if i should tell him i want to be his freeuse toy in the office.

  • Property Ladder

    We're a young couple who got into financial difficulties.
    My fiancée doesn't exactly know how much, she just knows I have to work for Mr C to pay off what we owe.
    And with Mr C being our landlord too it wasn't easy to say no.
    So as of February this year I've been taking his cock down my throat and up my arsehole.

    Once I've finished working at my normal job, I go over to his place to supposedly work on his home, but instead I have gay sex with him.
    We still owe him rent arrears, so he's set a tariff. And by his reckoning he'll be fucking me for another three months.

    But I've already decided we'll continue to pay our rent by me swallowing his cum and receiving it deep inside my bowels, so we can save for a deposit to buy a house.
    Besides Mr C has already agreed to help us get on the property ladder.
    And if truth be known, I've grown to love being fucked by the older man.