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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 -
Bi-Sexual Male / 64

Retired Early And Was Bored Sexually

When you end up a widower and not in the best of shape and mostly bald, honestly not that attractive either, my wife married me because I worked hard and made her laugh. Time went on I gained weight, lost my most of my hair and generally did not look all the great. I went on a few dates but they were just not interested after meeting me which got me down the path I am on now.
When I retired early due to a back injury along with the fact that I also received a sizeable inheritance things were looking great until out of nowhere my wife passed away from an unknown to us heart issue, she was gone in literally minutes. The results of her death for the defect were told me like this, she had a time bomb living inside her and the doctor was surprised she lived as long as she did. Crazy for sure.
So anyways a few years after she passed sexual boredom was setting in on me, I was doing a lot of online sexual things for some fun, ran across some other sites of men looking for men and if you search those ads you know the ones I am talking about. One day as I looked at how my condo is laid out I thought, hell, I could put a wall right here with a door in it and make an easy glory hole and a few months later I was ready to give blow jobs. Anonymously. Unless a friend showed up who knew where I lived of course, only have maybe two friends that even know what condo building I live in, barely know anyone here in the building so I thought this could be fun.
I ran an ad, was ready with a box of condoms, nervous as ever as the first cock in my entire life was about to show up and want to be sucked off. The guy showed up right on time and I heard him locking the front door behind him, he made some comment about great set up and just like that he cock was in front of me and I was just staring at it as I brought my fingers up caressing the head and his balls. I could see some of his torso above his pubic hair and he looked thin but fit, not sure why that made me just start licking the head and sucking on it without a condom but I did and he was moaning out and telling me how great it felt. What a stress reliever this was for him, told me after a few minutes I could suck harder if I wanted to, would I lick his balls please and lightly suck on them. Yes, yes more like that and after about ten minutes I heard him start grunting and saying not to stop.
The scent and flavor of his cum started filling my mouth, I was just slowly sucking and swallowing not even thinking about it. He is still standing there with his cock in thru the slot and asked me to keep sucking if I did not mind, he loves some nice after pleasure, so I did that for a few minutes then he thanked me as he began pulling slowly back.
He then said Hey, I live in the building also and asked if I would still be hosting around seven pm because he would love an end of the day blow job. There was something about the way he asked me, I told him sure but message me before you come, he said thanks again and was out the door.
I found myself looking forward to it, received his message and replied back telling him I was ready, gave him another great blow job and he wanted to know if in the morning was okay again around the same time. I just told him sure and for the next several days I was sucking this guy off at least once a day mostly in the evenings. Few more guys had responded to my ad also, got my head together and gave them condom ones but whenever the other guy from the building showed up I just sucked on him and swallowed it all down. No idea why I trusted that he was clean and okay but so far all has been great with him.

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# 80605 - by Jerry / July 14, 2025
    • - I Did It For The Money -
    Bi-Sexual Female / 26

    Whoring Fantasy Fulfilled, Such A Compliment

    When I confessed to my husband that a man had offered me a considerable sum of money to spend the night with him, he shocked me by suggesting that I do it to get it out of my system.
    Roy wasn't the first to proposition me, but he was the most persuasive and I welcomed the opportunity to fulfill my long-time whoring fantasy.

    My husband helped me ready myself for my night with Roy and I was so appreciative. It was Roy's suggestion that Jeff and I meet him at the hotel to reaffirm the fact that he was on the up and up and I would be safe with him. It was a little awkward having my husband turn me over to a man who was going to pay me for a night of uninhibited sex. Roy took my overnight case, and Jeff kissed me on the forehead saying, "Have fun". I nodded and replied, "Thank you".

    Roy was a total gentleman. He didn't ask anything more of me than any man ever had. I was experienced with deep throat and anal, his two primary requests when we agreed to meet.

    I was so into our night that it didn't occur to me that I was there to serve as a whore until he presented me with more money than we had agreed to. It was a night I will remember forever.
    Roy returned me to the lobby to meet Jeff the next morning and in a handshake, Roy thanked him. Jeff nodded and took my case as we left, fantasy fulfilled.

    cockslut469

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    # 80603 - by Cockslut469 / July 14, 2025
    - I Did It For The Money -
    Lesbian Female / 24

    Girls From The Other Side Of The Tracks

    I was a teenage prostitute. I worked for a madam who assigned us to customers. We got paid some money, she kept most of it. I only knew personally one other teen prostitute but she had many.

    When I grew older she gave me a choice of going with this other madam, or leaving and finding my own way. She gave me a reference to a men's club and she didn't stop my friend from going with me. We danced, but we weren't good at it, and didn't make tips like some of the other women. It's not the tits, it's the hips, men look at your ass and up your legs. Tits are just advertisement.

    After a year we moved to Reno, across the state line. The competition was terrible and we had to wait tables. In Reno we had to share a room and share a bed. It was in Reno that we started to play around and get to where we liked each other. In Reno is where I became jealous of her. In Reno we got married.

    She doesn't do any form of displaying or prostitution. She's strictly a housewife and I earn the money. Because of the hours our days are upside down. Honey I'm home, is at breakfast.

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    # 80405 - by Cassey / July 8, 2025
    • - I Did It For The Money -
    Straight Female / 32

    I Have Always Been A Whore One Way Or The Other Now I Do Sexual Favors

    For some reason I was always serious. Straight As. I started dog sitting, then baby sitting, I was fourteen and worked every weekend. When I turned sixteen I got a job as a hostess, then at seventeen as a waitress, later waiting tables at a college pizza parlor. Lots of tips from older men who wanted to scope out college girls.

    I saved a lot, to me anyway. I went to college at the same college where I was a pizza girl. Except I was a college girl. Tits and ass was the ticket. After college with a degree in finance I worked in the treasury department of a large corporation. I worked overtime, delivered on my paperwork, worked weekends at a club for rich types. Tits and ass.

    I turned twenty seven and I was assigned to go to Brussels with a VP, as the subject matter expert. I was tempted, tempted to sit up front with him, tempted to sleep with him. Tempted to accept a new set of diamond earrings, tempted to get drunk. But I resisted, did my job, slept alone. On the way back a flight attendant told me I had been upgraded, beside him. I was caught, seven hours in the air beside him.

    In Chicago he surprised me we were staying over, at the airport Hilton. One room, one bed, he was on top of me, and I started working for him. I got g*fts, not money. Stuff you could sell. Stuff you wear, stuff you drive, stuff you live in. I was promoted, got a raise, earned a bonus. I made more money than I ever made. But I am a whore, his whore. I'm a whore, I don't love him, I do it for the money.

    Tits and Ass.

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    # 80357 - by Carol / July 6, 2025
    - I Did It For The Money -
    Straight Female / 54

    First Job Was Cleaning Houses With My Mom

    I worked for her part time during school and full time in the summers. Week after I graduated high school I just went to work for her. She asked one day if I could handle these two homes by myself in a day, both were retired older guys who talked the whole time and I told her sure. She dropped me off at the first place and the guy was watching her leave and said something like Your Mom not like me or something? I told him she overbooked us this week. He is talking a lot and I am cleaning them out of no where he says if I go topless he will pay me $50 and I laughed but the thought of it got me turned on for some reason. I told him money first and stuck my hand out, his eyes went wide and he reached for his wallet quickly giving me the cash. He followed me around the whole time, I felt like a stripper but the cash was great.
    So I get dropped off at the next one and same thing, Hey where is your mom going? Explained to him also and added that for an extra fifty dollars I will work topless and without missing a beat he asked how much to be naked.
    I started doing it all the time for them, showed up one day and one of them said he forgot to get some cash that week, told him not a big deal and stripped for him while vacuuming his living room, he was so excited by it the following cleaning he gave me like two hundred.
    One of them asked me if I would do his neighbors place, he had told him about the naked cleaning lady, I was like well okay but lets not tell anyone else about this okay.
    Next thing I know one of them is practically begging to give me oral, says he will pay me a lot and I don’t have to touch him at all. I was like this might be over the top some but what the hell and let him do it. I felt like a whore for sure but the money was so easy to make, mom still had no idea about the extra pay I was getting because I made it clear to the guys not to say a word about it.
    To this day those few years of doing it are some of the best times I had with those guys and pretty sure I made them really happy.

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    # 80267 - by Sunshine / July 3, 2025
    • - I Did It For The Money -
    Bi-Sexual Male / 37

    Technically I’m A Whore

    I’m bi and love to suck cock and swallow loads. I have a rotating stable of regulars who I service. I’ve always loved the idea of being a whore who just moves from cock to cock.

    Not long ago it occurred to me I could “charge” my regulars say $1 for me to suck their cocks. It would be nothing to them, but to me it would mean I’m a cheap slut whore. So now even new guys get charged $1. Many of them like it and roll with it by calling me a slut whore as they grab my head, force-fuck my throat, and empty their balls in my slobbering c**t-mouth.

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    # 80229 - by Dano / July 1, 2025
    - I Did It For The Money -
    Bi-Sexual Female / 36

    I Met My Father Figure Husband At Work And Now Have Four Kids With Him

    I think this happens to young women, who have a father figure who enters their life and pretty much takes over. He invited me to his house that he and his exwife lived in (I didn't know at the time his exwife was out of town, and still had her things there). He showed me the house and at the inappropriate moment, kissed me. It wasn't a peck on the cheek, he kissed me with his hand cupping my ass. I am not strong enough, or had the will, to push him back or break off, and when I say he kissed me it was wolf and lamb situation, and he wanted lamb for dinner. I got off the bed after he had satiated his immediate hunger. When I started to get dressed he told me stay naked, men like to look at 'their women' naked.

    He had sex with me again, this time very frontal holding my face in his hand while he kissed me, talking to me about how much he was enjoying me, how a man 'really enjoys a woman when he can release himself in her'. He of course released himself in me, both times. He told me that he wanted me to stay close to him, so he could feel my vibe and warm body, and later to rub myself against him so he could feel all my woman parts against his body. He wanted both tits and vulva, like that is some sort of magic thing, me rubbing my vulva against him. Maybe some woman masturbated with him that way, I found it on the edge of creepy.

    Only after he had filled himself with pride and I sat on his bed, still naked because he wanted NAKED, legs crossed Indian style and my breasts in full view to him, did I broach the fact that I lived with a woman, and we weren't only roommates. His answer was that he didn't care as long as I understood that he was now laying a claim on me. I argued with him but he insisted, "You are mine now, and you need to focus on getting pregnant".

    That's all I needed at the brave old age of 26, a man who took me as his own, and got me pregnant. I got pregnant, because that's what the man wanted. NAKED AND PREGNANT, big belly, for him to put his arms under and hold me. I 'gave him' a son, and he was happy about that, but two sons are better so I got pregnant again for him. I argued that I wanted a girl for me, so he let me get pregnant again and I prayed and prayed it would be a girl, and it was. The next baby was because I was careless and let him get to me before I was ready and I had a second girl, 11 months after the older one. He is happy and proud at how many children he has with me.

    I had long since quit working and was dedicated to the house and children. I got help, I wasn't doing it all by myself, for a long time I had a live in nanny. She became their daytime nanny only after the youngest was fully potty trained and in day school. Because I was needing something creative I took up painting. I had a teacher come by to give me pointers and she let me be expressive. That's my hobby and creative outlet. Some of my paintings have sold around town, and now I'm an 'artist', with four kids and 'gray beard', my husband.

    My roommate? Well she is my best friend and she is my shoulder to cry on. Sometimes we laps into long hugs and deep kissing. I won't deny that sometimes she stays over to sleep with me, when he's out of town or he just ignores us together. For family dynamics, she is Aunt Milly. And no, Aunt Milly isn't the nanny. Aunt Milly has her place at the table, and Aunt Milly has her stocking at Christmas. Aunt Milly went to law school while I was making babies.

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    # 80223 - by Holly / July 1, 2025
    - I Did It For The Money -
    Lesbian Female / 31

    Big Picture I Had To Take The Chance, Little Picture I Didn't Want To

    In the big picture I had no choice really. In the little picture it was a difficult decision.

    I studied 'art' at MICA in Baltimore, an undergrad and a Masters. An 'artist', a painter. Or as my father told me, a starving artist. I had to, meaning I couldn't pay bills, return home. I had two jobs, as a private art teacher, and as a sales associate at a women's boutique. I turned 24, and I was my father's disappointment. All that money, for what?

    I kept my personal life to myself. I was seeing a girl from high school, she was also careful who she let know we were dating.

    Big picture, I had to get out of my parents' house. I needed a break. When a guy I knew from my growing up days showed up I went to dinner for old times sake. He had finished medical school, and was going to Rochester for his residency. He asked me to come with him, I could paint, and take care of the apartment. No rent, no bills, it sounded to good to be true. I didn't tell him who I was dating. Big picture it was the right decision, little picture I had to be his 'wife' figure. And not let anything happen.

    For the following five years I painted, and was his 'wife'. He insisted on a 'wife' not a housekeeper. He was easy to please. By the time he was working, we had two daughters. My father was happy with his granddaughters. When I saw my school friend she was happy for me, that I was married to a doctor and had two daughters. But the flame rekindled and we were soon best friends.

    I left her to go with him, now I am back with her. Big picture I can't leave him, but little picture I want to.

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    # 80062 - by Nadia / June 25, 2025
    - I Did It For The Money -
    Bi-Sexual Female / 28

    Stripper, Whore, You Name It, If I Get Paid I'll Probably Do It

    By now you are tired of poor girl growing up, no father, no older brother, fell into the wrong crowd, ended up in prostitution. Well that is what it is like in some neighborhoods, except that the men are thrown out, who wants them after their useful purpose is done. My mother had a man around long enough to get pregnant and adios, MF, get out of my life.

    My mother was a stripper by choice when I was born. She followed another woman, Erika, who also stripped by choice, from town to town, mostly around military bases. Erika was mixed, half and half, and she had these funny tits. I know, when you live in a trailer there isn't enough room to turn around, and she and my mom slept together. My mom called then n!gger tits.

    I started stripping at fourteen. It was back room stuff, at this club where my mom and Erika worked the cocktail floor. Every woman there was topless, even the cashier. I suppose that when you live like that, where tits are easy, you both like tits and don't have a thing about being topless yourself. You know Aunt Greta that pinches your cheek? in my case it was Aunt Greta pinching my tits.

    My mom and Erika kept me out of the back room where men paid extra for young virgin girls. Some girls were virgins over and over and over again. But they knew that one day a woman was going to ask for a virgin girl, and they wanted that for me. No dick, no kid. The truth is that most of the strippers slept with other women, and most didn't use birth control, except to make their cycles regular. A man for sex, was a man who paid. And a girl learns early how to use female condoms, and spermicides and make him use a condom too. It's the yuk factor, No self respecting girl wanted a dick, and my mother and Erika made sure I didn't do dick.

    I went to this woman when I was sixteen. She lived in an apartment by the harbor. Erika took me, and she stayed until the woman had paid. To get in, we dressed as maids, even had the bucket with the Maid's for Hire on it. I liked her from the moment I saw her. I don't know, she was probably forty or forty five. She liked younger girls, and mostly she liked to touch, and she shaved me until my tooty was smooth for her to kiss. She had expressly asked for me come to her with a thick bush, Mexican girls have a thick bush. I enjoyed that very much and when she asked me if I wanted to come to see her again, I said yes.

    For over a year I went every Wednesday, a maid with an appointment. I did the cleaning for her, and she watched. I was told not to bend at my knees, it was good enough for me to bend over and from my waist. I washed the windows and the shower with my 'tits'. She liked to kiss me and hold my face in her tits. She also liked having me 'root around' in her very heavy bush, to look for the magic worm to kiss. Erika stopped going with me after the second time, because I knew my way around. But always, she shaved me first. She liked my 'Mexican' pussy.

    I am 28 and a man grabbed me and didn't let me go. After I got away, I walked away with his kid. But that's the way it is, that's what a man is for. That's why you let a man give you dick. But this man is always there. He is a lawyer where my mom works cleaning offices for extra money, now that she is too old to strip. He likes Mexicans. And he likes Mexican bush. This baby will be half and half, but half Mexican half white. I'm just getting started, it's sixteen weeks.

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    # 80004 - by Isabel / June 24, 2025
    • - I Did It For The Money -
    Bi-Sexual Female / 32

    I'm A Club Girl, Always Have Been

    I was looking for an office job with benefits and the staffing agent told me about a part time job that I should look into. The company hired staff on a trial basis, but it had a reputation as being a great place to work. Nothing gained if I turned down the temp job.

    I met with the HR office and they told me it was a position at the front desk while the normal girl was out on maternity. A receptionist. It paid accordingly. I almost walked out, but something held me back. I talked to a lady in the accounting department and to a lady in operations, they were asking me questions to see if I fit in. They offered me the job, and if the normal receptionist didn't come back, then I would be considered for the job.

    I was caught by the back of the neck and being walked around in circles. My arms were flailing, I couldn't make contact. Every so many moments the pressure of my neck increased and i stopped moving. I went down on my knees and my head was bent down so I couldn't see anything. I was let go and when I looked up a man was holding another man down on the floor. I got up and stood back against the wall. At one point the man on the floor stopped fighting and lay there. The other man, lifted my head with his finger to look at the bruises on my neck.

    I took the job as a receptionist, I had to get out of that club. The job was boring, there were very few calls and mostly it was smiling at people that walked by. After I was there a week a man asked me my name and asked me to come sit in the conference room. He asked me name, rank and serial number questions. Then he asked me to stand for him, and turn around slowly, He told me I had a nice rack and I should be proud and not slouch. The next day I was taken back to the back of the office by the HR and I met with that man again. He told me to stand up straight and get my shoulders back and get my tits out. He grabbed me between my legs and told me I was a good prospect.

    I was asked to put on this outfit, nothing but a thong and high heels. To dance for him, twist and turn, bend over, get my tits out. They were going to give me a chance on the floor during the lunch hour. I got slapped on my bare behind by him, he pulled me around with my tits in his chest and kissed me. If I did a good job I could sleep with him.

    I danced during the lunch hour, it was all men from the refinery and contractors. He watched me from behind a counter. When I was done the first day he told me it was all about tits, get those tits out there, and that he wanted to fuck me. He fucked me in the office of the club, first bent over a desk and then on my back on a sofa. He told me I was good pussy and he was keeping me for himself, at least until another girl showed up.

    I danced for lunch, but a week a later I was put on the floor pushing drinks and getting my ass pinched. I was told not to let anyone pinch my tits, those were private property. I danced at lunch and made good tips, there was always a full house. I slept with him and he had sex with me. He liked my tits out and I was usually topless around him.

    After a year he took me off the floor and kept me in the back with him. Same story, stand up, shoulders back, tits out. But it was only for him. He had sex with me almost exclusively. One weekend he asked me to come with him to Las Vegas. We went to a couple of shows and then he took me to the chapel. I didn't expect it. It was name, rank and serial number, and sign here and here and I was married. When we got back he told the HR lady that I was on an allowance and I could pick the job I wanted.

    I liked the girls mostly so he let me work with the lady that did the hiring. I went horny at night, those girls showering me with their tits and showing me their ass. It got me horny, but for more than what I was getting with him. I told him that I was about to bust a gut and give in and eat some pussy. He held my face in this one girl's pussy until I had enough and had to come up for air and he let me go, but not before kissing me and grabbing my crotch with his hand.

    By then I had moved into an apartment with him, and he let me do the cooking. He liked my cooking, and liked my tits in his face when I served him. He asked me about that girl I ate, asked if I still wanted that. I told him not really, it was something that happened, but I was his and didn't go for girls. He asked because he wanted another girl with us, and I had to play sex with her until he got ready to get on me. Maybe ten years earlier I would have been content with a girl, but now all I wanted was him having me. I didn't appear to be his wife, but I was his wife and he reminded me.

    I don't work the floor, and don't dance. I look after the girls on the floor. I am every night with him, we get off late but sleep in late. From time to time he brings a girl from the club with him, and I pretend to like her. But I don't, not anymore.

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    # 79874 - by Stevie / June 19, 2025
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