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.

A Last Second Decision

This was at the tail end of Covid. My husband had been working from home for a year, but now gone back to the office. While working from home, he was getting reduced pay. Things had real gotten tight. We were starting to have a little trouble keeping up with bills. Glad he was back to full pay so we could start catching up. I was semi-retired. Home mostly.

My husband is in computer IT and not very handy around the house. We needed work done on our front door and glass door. It was all out of whack in the frame and crooked.

My husband checked out handyman services on marketplace. Got a couple of quotes and chose a guy to do the work. It was expensive, at least to me. $3000 for a new glass door and straightening the frame. He got the cash out and left it with me to pay when the work was done.

I was around 60 yo, white female, 5’4 greying dark hair and a little heavy around 170. Breasts aren’t huge but ok at 36C.

The guy arrived and did all the work fixing the door frame and installing the new glass door. He was around 5’10. In shape but not a bodybuilder, and decent looking. This was in the summer and it was hot. The AC was running, but with the door open it was pretty warm in the house. I was wearing a sleeveless cotton shirt and shorts, but not short shorts, no bra.

I noticed that he had been glancing at me, when he finished working, he came and asked me to take a look at everything to make sure it was satisfactory. It was I was well pleased.

I went and got the cash and proceeded to count it out to him. While counting the money, I was just making talk and mentioned I would love to have some of this cash to spend. After counting it out to him, he paused and said “well, maybe we can work something out.” I looked at him with a puzzled face, not knowing what he meant. He said, “maybe you could earn a rebate of half of this back”. Half back! I exclaimed.

How do I qualify for that? I asked. He shyly spoke in a very quiet voice and said, “ I would give you $1500 cash back if you would have sex with me”. I was stunned at what he said. He took my right hand and began to count the money back to me. He stopped at $1500 and said, “ look this money will be all yours to spend any way you want. My bill will be paid and you don’t have to tell anyone”. My instinct clutched the money crushing in in my hand. “ well I don’t know, I uh”, still stunned and reeling. “15 to 20 minutes”, he said, “$1500, yours”.

“ You have to use a condom”, I replied. He was prepared, we went over to a couch in the living room that is almost like a daybed. Next thing I know my shorts are off, and I am lying back on the bed, he is naked and and rolling the condom on himself.

He is not huge like guys in porn, but he is definitely bigger and longer than my husband. He slid up between my legs and pushed them wider apart with his knees. He rubbed himself up and down my crack hunting for the opening. I was surprised I was very wet and he had no trouble slipping his head in. My head and back arched in reaction and he slowly pushed in, not used to his size. Propping on his left arm, he pushed my shirt up and played with my breasts. Pinching and squeezing them, finally leaning down and sucking my nipples. He was a little rough but didn’t bite. He began pumping me while ravishing my breasts. Pumping deeper and harder, my arms that had been around him now were stiffened by my side, bracing myself. I heard myself begin t ok moan as he pushed in each time. I was getting louder with each thrust. Oooohhhh, oooohhhh, that seemed to make him push harder. All of a sudden he was propped on his elbows and gave a final hard push as deep as he could into me. His left hand grabbed my hair bending at the wrist, pulling my hair. I froze letting out a loud long moan as I could feel him pulsing and his cum filling the condom.

A few moments past as we both recovered and relaxed. He pulled out and stood up. I played there. Legs wide and gaping I’m sure. I looked at him as he was beginning to soften and was taken aback to see the condom had torn. Cum was dripping off him and the condom was only attached by the rubber ring. I then realized I could feel cum oozing out of me. It was a lot. He had filled me up. He apologized and said “sorry I didn’t know it broke”. He assured me there were no worries with any health issues. I wasn’t worried about getting pregnant at my age.

He wiped up with some tissues and stuffed everything back in his pants. Thanked me and said, “ I’m available it you need anymore work done”.

He turned and left. I took myself to the bathroom and straight to the shower. I cleaned up and sat down, counted the money and then some guilt started to creep in. I had a lot to process. Guilt, $1500, and panties were still wet.

  • A Last Second Decision

    Just a few years ago, my husband and I needed some handy work done at our house. The front door and glass door were out of whack. I guess something had settled and they were not lining up properly. My husband is not too handy with projects like this. He works in computers. Covid was just ending. He had been working from home at reduced pay and we were really feeling the pinch. He looked up some local handyman services on marketplace, and got some estimates. Two of the estimates, included replacing the glass door because the door frame had separated and the guys thought it best to buy a new one.

    We chose a guy to do the work and replace the door. It was expensive, at least to me at the time. $3000

    Hubby withdrew the money, and left it with me. He had returned to work now that the Covid thing was done.

    The guy arrived at about 8am and started to work removing the old door. He straightened the main door frame then began installing the now glass door. It was taking a few hours. He was late 40’s or early 50’s. In shape and not unattractive.

    It was summer and warm in the house, even with the ac running due to the doorway being open. I was dressed in a sleeveless cotton top, shorts, not short shot though and no bra. I was 59 and a little overweight so I never gave a thought to this guy paying any attention to me.

    He finished the job and asked me to check it out. I looked at the doors, checked the fit, opened and shut them and all was good. He was standing very close to me the whole time. I told him all looked great and would get the money.

    I started counting it out to him and mentioned in just kind of small talk, this was a lot of cash. I mentioned how Covid had really been tough financially and how great it would be to spend some of this cash on other things. $3000 in hand he said maybe I could get a bit of a “rebate” if I wanted. I said a rebate would be great, how does that work? He stepped close and said in a quiet voice, I would give you half of this back if you would have sex with me. I was stunned. I said “what, I can’t do that”. He said “ well just making an offer, you need some cash and $1500 would go a long way. It would be all yours to spend, you don’t even have to tell anyone”. My mind reeled, I couldn’t do this I thought….could I? “Well I don’t know”, I said. “Here”, he said counting $1500 back to me. Cash in hand , I instinctively clutched it tightly.

    He knew I surrendered at that point and he moved inside the house, I turned leading. I at least had the presence of mind to say he had to use a condom. He was prepared and agreed. Moment later I was on the daybed in our sitting room, shorts off, and this guy rolling a condom on. He was pretty big compared to my husband, not gigantic but big. He crawls up on me separating my legs wider with his knees. He grabs himself and rubs it up and down searching for the entrance. He had no trouble finding it. I was surprised at how wet I had become. He was pushing in easily but there was lots of pressure. I was not used to his size. He stops for a second and has me to take off my top. He goes after my breasts pinching and rolling my nipples before bending down and sucking them. He then resumes pumping in and out while sucking my breasts. He gets faster and harder. Now propped up looking me in the face pounding me hard I let out a long loud moan. I hear myself, “ooooohhhhhh” over and over. He pushes deep as he can and stops. I feel his cum pumping into the condom. I righted and clamp around him and an orgasm vibrates through my body. He waits for me to stop bucking with pleasure then slowly pulls out. I feel liquid seeping out of me and I look down and the condom was torn. He had pumped me full and it was running out. He realised the condom was torn and apologised, and said, “sorry about that, I didn’t know it had burst”. “Well I’m not worried about pregnancy at my age but I hope you’re clean”. He assured me he was.

    He packed up his tools, then left. I took a shower and cleaned everything up. I had $1500 and plenty of guilt to deal with. Never told my husband. I did it for money and it has come in handy.
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    Older Women

    I was looking on local sites for old women wanting sex . I found 2 in their late 50s who were willing to pay to have sex . They were not together . I arranged to go to the house of the first one . She was willing to pay £100 for sex . She was plump and looked her age . She could not wait to have sex . She took me up to her room and we undressed . She lay on the bed and i fucked her . Trying to imagine it was a nice young girl . As soon as i had cum i dressed and left . The second one had a nice figure and was attractive for her age . We went up to her room . I was looking forward to having sex with her . This time i licked her pussy giving her an orgasm . I sucked her tits . Then i fucked her . She wanted to pay me but i wanted to have sex with her again . So i told her i did not want paying if she would let me go round for sex . I have visited her a few times for sex . I will be visiting her in the future .

  • Secrets Are Best When They Are Secrets

    My secret life is who my babies' papa is. He came to me one night, boss wants girl to keep him warm, move over papa's getting in. It was actually not the first time papa came to see me. I was one of the girls, but he liked me, not another girl.

    That's it really, papa wants, papa gets. And mama gets her babies.

    When You Have A Lemon You Make Lemonade

    I was in accident, not my fault, but my car was totaled. The other car was uninsured, and I didn't carry anything other than liability. My boss loaned me a company car.

    Three days later I got the all clear from the doctor. That night my boss came over. I couldn't put up a down payment, suing the other driver was a dead end, so? What was I going to do?

    Only one thing came to my kind, 'what do you want me to do?"

  • 1st Rung Of The Ladder

    A terrible time happened in my family. My father was sent to prison for a financial crime. Without his job, and without a house which was confiscated for his crime, we were on the street. I went to live with an aunt in New York. I finished high school and went to a trade school. I was on my own, my aunt couldn't help me anymore.

    I took a job in a warehouse as a clerk to earn some money. I stayed with a friend while I saved enough to pay rent. I met a man, he lived nearby, he gave me a room.

    I pay my rent with my body. He is nice, he is kind. But I am starting from the bottom. A man's whore.

    Catching A Good Man

    The place was s beach house. The time was 1978. The guy was a someone I met on the beach that afternoon. The why? I was a Mormon girl from Dallas and I didn't want to die a virgin.

    He took advantage of me, used me like a whore, and left me tied to the bed frame. That's how my parents found me when they came back from the movies. I was so scared I didn't remember what he looked like.

    I wasn't a Mormon after that.

    Ten years later I'm at a beach house with a doctor from my town. I worked at the local diner and he liked them young. I reminded him that I was a Mormon girl and after what he had done he had to marry me.

    I Needed Money In College

    I was broke, like no money at all to even buy food for myself, I had like six weeks until the end of the semester and luckily I had prepaid my rent. I was living with three other guys, had my own bedroom but everything else was shared except food. I asked a few of them if they would give me something to eat, told them not even kidding, totally broke. They helped me out but I felt like a beggar so one evening I just asked if any of them wanted a blow job for ten bucks, all three said yes, I sort of panicked because I was half joking when I said it. I said Great, money for food and went to my room turning off the lights and told them to come in one at a time. The room was still somewhat lit from the street lights enough to see what I was doing. They came in one at a time, gave me money and stood there while I sucked and swallowed their cum. When I got up after all three were done I had forty bucks, one of them thought it was worth twenty. I went to the food store and bought no name brand food and some fruit making it last like a week, one evening I get back from class and there are two other guys over. Pete, one of my roommates asked me a few minutes after I got there if I was doing the ten buck thing again. I looked around and said Sure, why not thinking it was just going to be him, they all smiled and said Cool, man. One of my other roommates came home in the middle of it and was really happy also gladly paying for another one. So I am in my room after sucking off four guys and thinking how easy this was and next thing I know a few days later the roommate asked me if I wanted him to invite his friends back again as he his standing there getting sucked off. I told him sure, so the that weekend comes and he told me they would be over around some time that evening, I am in my room sucking off the first one and then the next one comes in and the next one then the forth one. I walk out to see what the hell is going on because last time it was just two friends and there are like three guys sitting around I have not sucked off yet and all smiling at me. I am like holy hell this is getting crazy, not only did I make enough money for food I also was banking it. Sunday comes around and one of the friends just comes over asking if I will do it and by the time the end of the semester came I had over a thousand dollars saved up and never had a problem buying food. These guys were gladly paying me ten bucks for a blow job and sometimes more because I would swallow. I remember some weekends having a dozen guys over in one evening, this was long before the internet and all of the guys were just finding out thru friends.

    One Weekend In Bruges

    In 2016 I was on a study abroad program in Belgium. At school I became friends with Jenna from Toronto. She was permissive. At times it was uncomfortable being around her. I was shy and modest. Jenna was more of a free spirit and nudity didn't bother her.

    At one point we went to Bruges for the day. On the train were two other girls, they said they were from Moldova. Very attractive, and scantily dressed. Jenna was mesmerized. When we arrived in Bruges Jenna wanted to hang with them. They said they were there on business. In Jenna's ear they mentioned they were there to meet a man.

    The man was Russian and he asked us if we wanted to go to the party. At the party were other men, four, for some business meeting. After the meeting we Jenna was asked if I was available, one of the men had asked for me.

    That weekend I was paid to have sex with that man. It was disgusting and exciting. Jenna was wild, she stripped and danced naked. The other two girls sat on laps and gave blowjobs. The man who asked for me didn't share me.

    That's how I became a prostitute. My full time part time job.

  • As A Professional Girlfriend, I Have The Lifestyle And The Money

    Working as a receptionist with more than two years salary of student debt, and credit card debt, and my car being repossessed I answered an add for surrogate services. The couple I was pared with weren't able to conceive and as a last resort they were opting for surrogates. They were looking for a Nordic girl, twenty to twenty five, in good health with a college education. Being in debt was extra security.

    It was supposed to be artificial insemination, an injection of sperm at the right time for conception. But after meeting me he wanted natural conception. I wasn't willing for that, and held off signing an agreement. It was then that I mentioned it to my roommate.

    She mentioned it to her supervisor who came by the apartment. His wife hasn't produced and he was willing to pay the right girl. Natural with all the trimmings. And his wife would monitor. It was a set up, a thing they did with girls. Not a threesome, a wife watching her husband.

    I called a cousin, left town, moved to Florida, got a job as a server on a cruise ship to the Bahamas. I worked seven months straight, paid off my credit card. Met a man who wanted me to go live with him. Met a woman who liked tall girls. Took a few days and went home to see my mother.

    I called the man I met on a cruise, went out to see him. He had a nice 'love nest' in a high rise to set me up in. Got me a job working in an office. The pay was good, much better than as a receptionist. He dated me with two days notice. What he gave me, plus my savings I would be able to get rid of my school debt. Two years went by fast, I turned thirty. I met a man who offered me a better deal.

    I'm a professional, I'm a nice girlfriend. I not only get a job, I get a nice apartment, a car and an a clothing and travel allowance. I like him, he's nice and respectful, he likes me being his girlfriend. Not all men have nice wives. Divorce isn't always possible. A girlfriend fills the marital vacuum.

    And I'll say it, older men are better in bed, if you are patient.