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.

Homeless At 16 I Sold It

I was kicked out of the house, called a whore and a slut because I let my boyfriend fuck me. It was rough on the streets I was out there about 6 months, but I sold my mouth to the ugly fat guy at the shelter so I could have a spot there. This went on and on eventually he wanted sex and I was on my back, my legs spread and my hairy pussy being penetrated by this 4 inch super thin little cock on this 280lb man. I went back on the street. I was r**ed three times once by 8 homeless men, two homeless women looking on didn't help, I think they were glad it wasn't them again.

Eventually I started selling myself on the street, other girls started fighting me, pimps threatened me, I had to get out of there. In a park where I usually spent my days I met a man in his mid thirties. He lived in one of the super high end apartments across the street from the park. He'd been watching me and talked to me a few times, even buying me some food at times. He gave me a hundred to come up to his place, take a shower, wash my clothes and suck and fuck him. This went on several times a week, and many times he'd come over the give me some food. I thought since I'd sold myself and was literally a whore now, still 16, I managed to get a false ID and started stripping. From there I was giving blowjobs and letting guys fuck me in the private suites, a girl I worked with said she was leaving since she was making so much more with an agency.

She and I would work as a lesbian team when guys wanted that. So I went to the agency also, I am not bi, but I would do women, or men, or couples and I took anal unlike the other girl who went there too. I started getting lots of bookings, I got my own place, my own clothes, and got a lot of regulars. One older woman, a widow in her late 50s was incredible to me. She took time, talked to me. Yes we had sex but she really helped me out a lot. Turns out she was a doctor with her own clinic. I continued to see some of my regulars and was making thousands a week. Many men wanted anal, or just sex in general, with regulars I'd blow and swallow and allow kissing. Two couples love to play with me.

Thanks to the doctor I had as a lesbian regular, I got through my GED, into university, and into med school. All the while my parents wouldn't have a thing to do with me. Now I'm also a doctor, drive expensive car, have an expensive house. My parents think I'm the most wonderful girl in the world. Then I told them about being r**ed on the street, about having to sell myself to have a bed to sleep in at the shelter, stripping, doing lesbian scenes, and hooking for high end clients.

THAT is what I had to do to get what I have now. All because they kicked me out because a 16 year old girl fucked her boyfriend.

  • Promotion 2

    This is how today went: he offered to take me to lunch and I accepted. I knew what this meant and I did it anyway. I just got back to my desk and I accepted the promotion. I will explain it to my husband tonight and hope he does not go nuclear.

    We did not eat lunch. We went directly to a motel and he fucked me - just like the whore he made me today. He fucked me for about an hour, came in my mouth and congratulated me on my promotion. My new title in the company will be Customer Service Manager. To my boss, I am Head Customer Service Manager. Such an asshole, although he retroactively made my new pay into the current payroll, which made today seem okay.

    Now for my husband…ugh. Wish me luck or tell me I am a bad person, as I probably deserve that too. I am doing it for the money.

    I Owe Him So Much For The Life I Have Now

    I never told anyone this but when I was 18 and trying to get money or college so I tried a sugar babe site but it was all scammers. It didn't work well because I had no clue what I was doing but I did meet an older married man and started sexting and doing video sex calls for pay with him on skype.

    He was very turned on that i was 18 and was willing to be a literal whore if it meant i could afford college. He paid me very well for video sex and lewd and nude pictures and he even bought me a computer for school and better video sex. We got off on video together alot. He bought me various sex toys like anal plugs, and vibrators to watch me use them on myself. Still he was my only client and I had no idea what I was doing or how to make money.

    He taught me how to be a whore. I mean literally. He was married and cheated alot with escorts and knew how this stuff basically worked. He walked me through every step from how to find clients on dating apps and adult sites, to safe sex, getting on the pill, and how to upsale to desperate older men who wanted slutty college girls. It was like he was my pimp only he took no money at all from me. He was also my safe person, when i was out screwing a new person he knew where i was and who I was with and what to do if he did not hear back from me by a certain time. He literally cheered me on, emotionally supported me, Taught me to look for the signs of upper class married men to make my regular fuck dates. He taught me and couched me to have no shame and to enjoy fucking complete strangers even if they were not my type. He showed me how to collect and hide money to avoid explaining things to people. He helped build a business plan to cover school bills.

    This went on for a couple years. He took zero money, he just got off knowing what I was doing, and talking to me about it on calls. I made good money and I only figured it out because of him. I only stayed with it, because i had a support person and felt safe. I was an independent college escort for at least 2 years until covid hit. I owe him for all of that.

    I am now graduated and happy in my new career and while i lost contact with him (his wife got wise), i was thinking yesterday how much i missed him and that I never told anyone in my personal life about him, or how i paid my bills in college. I figure a site like this is were i could say all this finally.

  • Promotion

    My husband lost his job about a month ago. I am not going to make this out to be life altering and dramatic, as his job was a part time job at Kohl’s…working nights in the stockroom. It worked for our family situation.

    Last Wednesday, as we were shutting down for the long holiday weekend, my boss approached me. Word got back to him that my husband lost his job and he offered me an option. He would allow me to call my new option a promotion and yes it came with more money, but I had to assist with his sexual needs too.

    I am torn. I mean, it is $300.00 more per week - where I live, that actually means something. I am happily married. I seem to have a good enough life. My husband would not need to work nights. Not that it should enter into this, but my husband and I never have sex anymore as we are on totally different schedules. He is a practical and easy going husband, so if I told him, I am sure he will not go nuclear. I know what would be required of me by my boss and it isn’t bad from a perspective of sexual situations.

    Confused for sure…

    I'm Not Proud Or Feel Good About It, But I Was On The Street

    A poor, broke, starving artist I was sleeping on a friends couch. It wasn't strange or odd, many artist I knew were broke on someone's couch. My friend was different than me, she had a man who paid her bills.

    Covid made everything worse. The only person who was doing ok was her, her bills were paid. She was honest with me, he demands her sole attention. Sometimes sex is involved. She was honest, being a man's girlfriend was admitting she wasn't able to make it on her own.

    I had no money, not twenty cents. I let a man, a friend of his, married with a family just like him, take care of my bills in return for my sole attention. Sometimes sex is involved. I won't say you get used to it, but like my friend, I can't go it alone.

  • Mature Lesbian Housewives And Mothers

    For the first 25 years I was an active lesbian, never an activist but voting for the usual slate. I met my now best friend at work, we are both nurses, who is also lifetime lesbian. We dated but we became closer as friends. In one of our many late night conversations the topic of lifestyle, children, husbands came up over and over.

    We agreed that getting married and settling down with a couple of kids and a big house was what we wanted. We changed our life, and after cleaning up our social profiles and changing jobs to hospi4ale where we weren't known, we went husband shopping. She married a lawyer, and I married a doctor, divorced with children.

    We live our parent's lifestyle, we have our kids and have adopted the wife roles to our overly busy husbands. We are best friends, our husbands get along enough. We have our lesbian moments, but we keep it between us. We've questioned our true lesbian credits, and we are who we are. We don't see ourselves as being in the closet, we are more of lesbians adapting to our realities. Is it the money, the security. Yes. Since we got married we have met other housewife lesbians, like us they made the same decisions. We can't beat them, so we joined them.

    I Didn't Mean To Be A Whore

    Ok, I was dressed slutty because I was going to and underground rave. It's not like I am innocent but I am not professional whore either.

    I was out of my neighborhood and I needed red bull to pump me up until i scored some Molly so I had my friend drop me at a gas station in the area and this white 50ish year old very upscale type saw me (a younggg black girl) dressed slutty to rave and misunderstood my vocation.

    "Suck my cock honey" he said to me casually as he pumped gas into him BMW and I exited the store.

    I was pissed. "Excuse me?" I said.

    "You got a spot close by... we can drive around back once my tank is full. No one will see."

    I just kind looked at him like was he for real? It didn't click in what he thought I was until he offered money.

    "Don't worry I got a Benjamin ...two if you swallow." And he was talking to me like this like it was the most normal thing in the world. I got it but was still in shock. I an not innocent but I am 18 and never in my life thought about selling sex.

    My heart skipped a few beats once I understood the offer... I looked at his car and his suit and said out of no place "3 Benjamins and you can cum were you want. "

    I could not believe that came out of my mouth ...lol but 5 minutes later we were parked by the dumpsters in the back and I was slurping his circumcised white dick while he groped my titties. He smelled fine and the car was so nice. It was not all that bad honestly despite his age. He treated me nice and was very turned on. And there was enough dirty talk and connection i kinda liked it. He did not last long sadly but I did swallow as promised and it was the quickest 300 bucks of my life.

    I was so scared we'd get caught but nope... nothing bad happened. He asked if this was my normal spot and I said nope but gave him my number and said I'd blow for 300 anytime he wanted...we chit chatted and he asked about getting pussy sometime and I said that would likely run him a few more Benjamin's lol. He dropped me at my rave and that was about a week ago.

    No texts from him yet.

    But my head is still facing spinning that happened even if it's just once.

    Feet Pics??

    More looking tor advice then anything.

    My wife came to me lastnight and asked if it would be ok with me if she started selling pictures of her feet online. And was like sure but is that a thing??? As we are struggling due the rise of well everything it would be a way to make a bit extra money.

    Is it worth it? People like feet that much?

    Thanks,

    I Was A Recruiter Of Young Women Into Porn

    Between the ages of 17 and 24 I worked in the adult film industry. Photography, recruiting, accounting, office manager. I met some of the well known actors and actresses of the time. I was surprised at first as to how many of the women in the adult industry were lesbians or actively bi. My first sexual experiences were with women and women continue to be my first preference. You can't be in that industry without letting the men have a turn with you.

    I got married to a sweet guy who took me far away from the adult industry scene. But I never really left it behind. I continue to indulge in it, and have a girlfriend now and then.

    The truth is those years when I was single and younger were the best years, even if I worked at recruiting young women to porn.

  • In The End We Are All Whores, We Trade Sex For A Man's Support

    I had a fellow student in college who paid her way working as a stripper. Granted she had the boobs and she grew up in a trailer park. I, and lots of my friends treated her as a worthless whore.

    Broke and about to be evicted I 'agreed' to live with a man and do housework and be available to him for sex. I was 31 and didn't think anything of it, didn't girls who agreed to get married do the same thing?

    It led me to conclude that we are all whores, it's what we do and how we get paid that's different.

    You may not agree, or argue that you are in love and that makes it different. But in the end you spread your legs in return for support and a 'home'. In my case it was a safe place with a man I know, as opposed to money from men I don't know to pay for a safe place.