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 Am Caught

A few years ago right before the pandemic i very very briefly independently escorted.
I was in a bad relationship and I had to move out but I did not have the money for rent and a security deposit on my own. So I puts some quick ads up and for a very brief time did some outcalls on the weekends for a few months.

The thing is I only used one site, and only a few times. I made a site p*ssword and I delete all the ads when i was done. The sites user agreement said ads where not archived so I only ran them when I was active and always deleted them when I was done. I seriously only did this a few months and mostly on weekends and ran ads very briefly.

A couple weeks ago a co-worker started inappropriately texting me and propositioning me. When I gave a hard no, he offered me money. I got really pissed off at him and told him i was going to HR but then he texted me pictures from my old ads! I was like WTF! He told me he stumbled on them on an escort review site. It was not the site i posted my ads not but a different site that reviewed and rated escorts. With his help I googled the right stuff and i am screwed... fuck my nudes are out there and even the wording in my ad which makes it very clear what i was doing. It looks like guys reviewed my sex with them and posted the pictures and the ad as reference. It's bad... fuck... they show my pictures and it is clearly me and a few of the posts go into serious details about sex acts i performed and for how much, and even how willing or good i was at it. It's completely explicit and humiliating.

The good news is they are not tied to my real name but only the fake escort name I used. And the phone number i used was a burner phone and is inactive now. Anyone googling my name or number would never find me however, you could, like my co-worker, stumble on them looking at reviews of escorts in my area. I have tried to get them taken down but most sites don't even respond when you contact them and a lawyer I contacted said it would cost thousands to try and clean up and you never could be sure you got it all.

I know it is my fault. I only did it because i was in a really bad spot and needed out of a bad relationship. It was less then a few months and i likely only slept with a couple dozen or so (maybe a bit more) older married men, professional types. I screened them and was super picky who i met with. I am a looker, and i priced high to filter out the scummy guys and i had enough offers that i was never st*pid about it. I was with only older upper-class, married guys in there 40s and 50's looking for a young fit hot girl for an easy cheat, so i never expect this kinds of men to "review me" my whole ad was around being mutually discreet. My ad headline was fucking, "She Never Needs to Know. I Won't Tell If You Don't Tell" I guess that only goes one way. Fuck. I had hoped going high end would have protected me some.

I did end up sleeping with my co-worker, in part to shut him up, and in part because he got one site to take it down since he was a member. Ugh. I am likely ok for now as long as no one stumbles on it again.

  • Gave Up My Honor For My Family

    Covid gave me and my family a rough time of it. My parents are new immigrants to the US from a small Asian country, they only have me and my sister. We had to shut down our restaurant. Then they both got Covid and had to stop working.

    We were getting desperate, so I decided to start camming. I lied about going to work everyday, but I was really using the free wifi at the library for my sessions. At first it started off slow, just chatting with random guys on cam, always with a mask on. Then a little strip tease while no one was looking. They really liked how scandalous I was at the library. I had a decent following after some time.

    I guess I made a few mistakes. Some guys asked what city I'm in and I told the truth. Another guy wanted a "tour" of the library so I showed him around. Soon after that, a guy snuck up on me during a session and began to rub my shoulders. I froze, not knowing what to do with this stranger. He told me to come to his place, promised me a lot of money. My viewers were really excited to see me go so... I went.

    At his place, I set up my laptop to record his bedroom. He comes out naked with only a mask on, sets a stack of 100s on the table and tells me to strip. I completely strip for the first time, I hear the tips flying in. He comes up to me, tears my mask off. The tips keep flying in like crazy. He pushes me onto my knees. I instinctively knew what to do.

    His cock slipped inside my mouth and the tips go crazy. I blow him for a bit until he was super hard. Then he pulls out, manhandles me into doggy facing the camera, and rams himself into my pussy. He roughly fucks me on cam, making sure my face is clearly visible by pulling my hair to make me look at the camera. Once he was satisfied with me, I take a facial from him.

    It paid rent that month plus some to spare. Now I regularly cam with him or any guy who is able to find me at the library. Some of my friends have even had a chance at me. Maybe I should invite my sister...

    Taken Care Of By My Father Figure

    I work for a man who is over protective and parental. Things went bad when I asked him to sponsor me for a 50 mile bike ride fundraiser. He is generous, to a fault with me, he sponsored me for 10 a mile.

    When I finished I was so sore I couldn't stand. I called him and asked him to come get me, I didn't want to ride back on the bus. He drove out and kept his thoughts to himself, until he got me home. I told him I was hurting down below. So, what do fathers do when their little girl is hurting? He kisses your booboo, he puts salve on your scr**e, he cuddles you and rocks you to sleep. That night he examined my pubic region and put a cold compress on me, holding it down with his hand.

    There I was on my bed, with my legs far apart, with him sitting beside me holding a compress between my legs. When he leaned down and kissed me, when he told me I was foolish, when he asked me if it was worth bruising my tutu, I quit pretending and told him I loved him. And asked him to kiss me my booboo.

  • Always Red Femme

    if you want to know how my very first period and many others smelled like it was like the overdose of the praline and cedar wood notes smell of elizabeth ardens always red femme. other times with infections my vagina has been the sexiest sweetest caramel milk shake smell. as if anyone would care to get in my vagina anyway.

    It Is All Surreal To Me

    I am a single mom. The dad is a dead beat and my family are not supportive. I work a dead in job at a popular Coffee shop in the city. I both waitress and mange the day shift because I can work hours while my son is at school. Summers are harder because I have to find child care.

    I make ok money, but not great, it's better then tips are good and rough when they are low. The owner of the coffee shop is a 65ish old fat Lebanese guy who was creeping on me from day one and likely only gave me the job because i am pretty with nice boobs. He has always said inappropriate things to me like "use those tits to get your tips" and he has always oogled me up and down and "patted" my ass and made jokes that no boss in 2022 should ever get away with but I am a single mom and this job is the only option i have that fits the hours my son is in school, so I have just put up with is and rolled with it like it was a joke.

    A while back I was really stuck for money and I really had no options so I went to him and begged for a pay advance. He just looks at me dead in the eye and said "blow me."
    At first, I just laughed liked this was another inappropriate joke. He said sexiest things to me all the time and i just accepted he was an old school creep. I was like, "Frank, no really, i need some help, please." And he just laughed at me.

    The next morning when I came in before open, he was there. He never comes to open, he is a fat lazy slug and that is why he has me.
    "Frank, what are you doing here?"
    He says, "you need money help." And just like that, he unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out like it was the most normal thing in the world.
    I was i n shock there we were in the coffee shop kitchen and my fat ugly old married boss had his dick out stroking it in front of me. I think i was shaking a bit because it was so awkward and i could not afford to loose this job. I was honestly scared.
    He says, "It told you yesterday, blow me."
    I was like, "Frank, I really need this job please don't fuck this up. Just put it away and we will pretend this never happened, your wife will never know and i go back to working."
    He keeps stroking his now hard dick like this whole thing is normal and says, "Anytime you need help 200, and it's not an advance, it is a bonus. You are not fired either way. This has nothing to do with you keeping your job. You asked for help. Now do you want it or not?"

    I was was not as scared once i knew i a could say no and stay employed but I was still desperate and well I just nodded yes he took control. He came over to me, touch my face, groped my tits, he went under my top and pulled them out of my bra and said nothing pulls my top off and exposing me. I felt so awkward and frozen. He felt my ass up and even rubbed my pussy over my pants and tried to fumble with my pants button, and some how I got the never to say "that is not a part of the deal." Then his smirked told me I was not only a sexy slut but a good mom for doing what she had too, and he pushed me gently on my shoulder and until i was on my knees in front of his dick topless.
    His dick was normal, not huge or small, a bit fat, and his pubes unkept. I was not into this at all but I was down to get over. I opened and started giving the best sloppy top I could. I wanted to pop this old bastard fast. I know how to suck some nasty dick so that is what I set out to do.
    He moaned and told me I was a good mommy for this ... but then he took control again. He grabbed the back on my head by the hair and changed the rhythm and he slowly started to fuck my mouth.
    At first it was slow fucking my mouth with him controlling the pace but using a firm grip of my hair to control the pace. Then he kept increasing the pace until he was basically skull fucking me. I was struggled to keep pace. He was fast and rough and didn't really care if i could handle it. He was muttering and moaning calling me a slut mommy and i was a big tit bitch who deserves this. And honestly, I started getting into it a little, as a single mom i don't date much and I have not had a guy control me in a long time. i don't like him at all, but i like how he was so in lust with doing this to me, taking advantage if me, and let me know it. He was not quite large enough to really gag me but I made the gaging sounds for him and actually tried hard to really chock on it for him. I wanted to choke on it, fuck if it was only a little bigger, almost not enough.
    I knew he was about to cum and he was not the kind of man that would pull out and i actually started to get wet knowing this would be the first load in a real long time I swallowed. Had he lasted a bit longer I might have really got turned on and touched myself but he is an old man and he blew his load pretty quickly, and I swallowed as much as i could and dribbled and gaged some out just for his show.

    Afterwards, I just sat on the show kitchen floor, my face a mess, kind of ashamed of myself, and kinda mixed between being halfway horny and halfway grossed out by him. He put 200 bucks on the counter and told me to go get cleaned up and get to work. And just like that he treated me no differently than before.

    I have done it 3 more times since. I try not too. But whenever I am broke he is willing to meet before open and it goes down almost the exact same. I have tried to get into it more, if i could enjoy it it would not be has hard to do. But he is gross and I don't like him at all but need him. So, i get halfway horny and it just frustrates me. He offered 400 to fuck, but hell no. I'd rather blow him twice for the same then let the fat fucker get on top of me.

    Anyways, i had to get this off my chest. Also, it is just so frustrating because I wish i could enjoy it more. I want to try masterbating while he does it, but in my pants are off, i don't trust him to push for me. I don't think i want to fuck a guy i have zero attraction too and am actually grossed out by. I

    I am not getting any action anyplace else. I am frustrated and confused by this. It is all surreal to me.

  • One Fine Night At The Sleaziest Stip Club In Arizona

    The why I was stranded isn't important, but the ass hole boyfriend and I had an argument near the end of a cross country trip and he left me at a truck stop! A woman trucker dropped me off at a motel where I spent nearly all my money on the room. The next day I met someone at the diner who told me I could pick up some cash at a strip club off the Interstate a few miles away. I'd had two girlfriends who actually did stripping for a semester, so I wasn't naive about the work. I wouldn't have to call my parents and let them know I dated assholes, and I guess I thought showing off my titties to strangers would really get back at him for abandoning me. (It didn't, we broke up)

    The surprise was this had to be the skankiest club in Arizona. The girls were skanky, with customers to match. Having all my teeth and not crossed-eyed high on god-knows-what-all, I was hired on the spot.

    Each girl did a three song set, with the first being topless, the second was nude and the third was "floor work". I, ah... wasn't familiar with floor work. For the third song girls would literally lie down on the floor (a couple had little rugs they brought out to lie on) close to guys in the seats that pulled up to the horseshoe shaped stage, and spread their legs. One girl used one of those cheap beige vibrators to fake a ridiculous "orgasm". Another (I swear) came out with a small flashight held snugly between her ample ass cheeks that she would then hand to a tipper for a close-up inspection! Ew!

    I could see I had standards to maintain. I had three vodka tonics, grabbed an empty long neck Bud bottle and fucked myself with it on that stage. In the last rotation of the night (and after at least one more vodka) I actually handed the bottle to two different big tippers and let them bottle-fuck me. That performance and two really disgusting lap dances earned me airfare back to LA in one night.

    I Let A Stranger Finger Me On A Greyhound Bus When I Was 17.

    I was on my was to my sister's in Tennessee on a greyhound bus. After I paid for my ticket I had $2 left in my pocket. A an older man, maybe 35 or 40 got on the bus. At first he just kept looking at me but later he asked to sit next to me even though there were only about 15 or so other seats taken by people on the bus. He asked me lots of personl questions and was really nice, telling me I was pretty and stuff. Eventually I told him I only had $2 left. He said he would give me $10 to let him finger my pussy. So I took my panties off and he told me to spread my legs and far as I could in the seat, and to pretend to be asleep, and not make noise. He laid his jacket across his lap and fingered my pussy with one hand with he jecked off with the other.

    Advise To Married Women From An Escort.

    I have only been doing this for several month now and wow, I am shocked, men are so broken.

    So many family men feel neglected, ignored, taken for granted, and love you so much they'd do anything, including see me, to stay in a dead, sexless marriage with you. Honestly, it's sad and frankly depressing to find out how bad marriages are even among "successful" people.

    I really don't care your reasons, or how tired you are, or if you never help around the house, whatever, if you stopped touching your man, if you are always making excuse to not have sex, don't blame him for coming to me for validation.

    Married men who come to me mostly want attention, to be flattered, told how good they are at sex (true of not, it is still easy to say), and by the time they get to me they are just so empty that they are willing to pay, to be touched, affirmed and given sexual "release."

    They often feel incredibly guilty about seeing me behind your back and constantly worry they will be found out. But they feel so trapped and sexually worthless and it starts messing with other areas of their lives and manhood. Honestly, most come to me to avoid having affairs and creating an emotional bond with someone other than you. Some come to me because they already had affairs and feel terrible about it.

    Listen, your man comes to an escort to get validation and sexual release from someone who won't steal him from you. Let the set in...

    What the hell are you doing letting your marriage get that bad, that he pays to get fucked so the he does not get caught up in a messy affair and leave you? This is all I am to him ... I am paid to fuck him, to suck him off... because you won't (or not very often) but he loves you, and your family too much to leave. So I fuck him, blow him, and tell him how great he is so you won't have too!

    Listen to me, that is all it takes, suck his dick, fake an orgasm when he plows you, tell him how incredible he is in bed. That is literally all I do and I get 300 bucks for 30 minutes of my time because you couldn't be bothered.

    I know not all men are good men. I see some losers, and assholes too. I feel that. But most of the men I see are good men, work hard, love being a dad, care about you, and are broken and dead inside because you no longer touch them, dress up for them, nor validate them. If your man holds a steady job, and is a good father to your kids, and it's been a "minute" since you really pleased him, please go fuck and suck him, and brag how good it was (even if it's not) because that is all he really needs. And you and I both know, regardless of his imperfections, if he stuck by you in a dead, sexless, or dried up marriage, he deserves that much at least. He has not left you for some bimbo half your age in the office, so don't be stupid. At least do the bare basics for him.

    Go do your part, if not I will for 300 bucks of your families money. I am third year social work student, paying for school. I don't mind helping him out at all, I know exactly what he needs, and it pays my bills.

    Cock And Mouth To Get Out Of Foot And Mouth

    I am a 60 year old married professional and when I split with my first wife in 2000, I bought a flat but my job was related to the agriculture sector and foot and mouth in 2001 screwed me. I offer the occasional sports massage, but many guys wanted more, and one guy pointed out, wanking was quicker and paid more. I had no idea how fucking turned on I'd be by the easy money and the variety of cocks I wanked, then I was offered more for blow jobs, even more for anal, and much more for role-playing family scenarios. I made so much money I was able to finance a new degree, and I stopped after 3 years. My new wife doesn't know about the payment, she knows I like cock too, but with protection, regular health checks and common sense it got me out of a tricky financial situation and put money in the bank and cummy cocks wherever they wanted to go.

  • How I Became An Escort

    I started escorting a little over a year ago when my roommate pissed off on me and I couldn't afford the rent in an expensive city with my low paying day job.

    I was desperate googling ways to make fast money. I started just offering "massage therapy." I did in my home off a massage site I found. Dressing spicy brought tips and It only took a week or so before it turned in with "happy endings" which i kinda knew it would.
    The first guy I actually jerked off had a regular massage earlier in the week and knew i was scared to death because this was first time doing the happy ending part. Even though i agreed upfront and was paid, he knew I felt awkward but he was a sweet heart... when he flipped over super hard, with a big fat hard cock i kind of back away a bit, he kept eye contact and talked to me about small talk while he took my hand and put it on his cock never pausing out conversation until i relaxed with his dick in my hand. As a relaxed I started moving my hand actually got turned on by the pleasure he got.
    Soon i advertised off a more explicit site L**list but still felt safe because with my roommate gone I could do it from my apartment and it helped me make rent. I am not a prude so I did not care and it was easy money and I did not even need to leave the house. They where almost all middle-aged married guys and as a naked curvy 19 year old beating thier meat made for very quick "pops" and easy bank in a fraction of the time as a real massage would. I just justified it as a short term thing to make rent and I'd never go further then body rubs and jack offs which I felt were harmless releases. Nobody knew... my face was not in adds and I'd stop once a saved a bit and got a new roommate.

    For a few months though that is all I did. I had a system down which had me turning good coin at high volume because once guys knew I'd get them off without the pretense of being there for a massage we got down to business and they groped my body and i made them cum without a full session and sent them back to wifey happy before she noticed they were late lol.

    This left me with much better then just rent and i started enjoying a better lifestyle with very little effort servicing "the before work" or "after work" rush hours lol. But then more $$$ was offer to me by regulars to suck dick ... Honestly, at first just it was just really close regulars that i felt i knew and often felt bad about there plights at home in bad marriages. It was no big leap from whacking a guy off by my face and letting it slide past my hands into my mouth. And the money almost doubled and blowing guys took less time and effort then jacking them off especially in peak times. Of course that eventually lead offers to fuck. I held out a bit but honestly it brought primo bank and doing sex acts for money was second nature to me....by that time I was cash drunk and I cashed in with adding pussy for large tips.

    Once your repeatedly reviewed as a full service provider on escort sites no one is paying you for just a tugg job. So I threw all in and accepted I was an independent escort now. I did a lot of research online ... learned how to soft screen, skirt LE and practices the most safe sex could... I built a impressive clientele and quit my day job.

    At peek I saw any place from 3 -5 guys a day at 300-500 a guy (when not on on my period) and make much less blowing on my cycle. Around holidays it got up to 8 guys or more a day because lonely men want to treat themselves and on Valentines I did a whooping 11 guys in one day (it was insane).

    I am still doing it, but honestly burning out a bit. I am down to around 5 regulars a week and an occasional new guy. I like my regulars because i normally can orgasm with them. I saved piles of cash already and likely will open I legit business or something eventually.

    People bad talk this work but dispite maybe over doing it the first year i feel good about it. I made a lot of men happy and got great at sex myself. I feel confident and desired. And know I'll never need to be desperate again.
    I never got r*aped, or diseases, I never did dr*gs, I tried to only see older married types because they had more risk then me. To this day no one from my personal life knows.

    I didn't plan on this ... it just happened... I don't want people to find out do to the stigma. I couldn't tell how many guys had me so far; nor do I care ... I am no longer ashamed by that at all. I feel empowered even if it's time to slow down and just keep some regulars for a bit ... No matter what is next in life this was really fun.

    Thanks for listening.