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'm Tired Of Being Poor, That's Why

I was hired through a recruiter and went to the job my first day. I was onboarded, benefits, etc. I was introduced to my supervisor who took me around to meet my coworkers. I was taken to lunch, shown my workstation, given company literature to read. I went home tired but relieved I had a job.

The next day I met the 'boss' with my supervisor. He told me I was pretty, asked me to stand and twirl for him. Stand, hold my shoulders back. He said I was hired for what I had between my ears, period.

I worked, got past my probation, got promoted. Every week the boss told me, he owned my brains, he was paying for them. Keep my head down, do my job. "Oh yea, no one touches that pussy".

I wore a dress one day, and that day he lifted my dress above my waist. "I think I'll have that pussy now". And just like that I became his 'girl Friday'.

  • Yea, I Did Ok That Night, Cured Me Of A Bad Habit

    27 and alone I accepted a ride from a bar with a man I met there. I was resigned to whatever. He drove me to a woman's shelter. Asked the woman who worked there if there was a woman willing to talk to me. About what happens to nice girls who accepts rides from men they don't know.

    The next day a girl that worked with me asked how I'd done last night.

    I Took The Money

    i'm a 5 ft 8in ginger, orange not red, freckled face and body to boot. i'm thin but not a bean pole figure 28C 23 30. when i was in college, i was economically challenged, always broke.

    i don't know who the old guy was, but one dad's weekend, i walking to class and some very handsome older guy stopped me for directions. i told him i was headed where he wanted to go, so come with me. he did. we had a little banter and we were soon there. he thanked me, then paused, and said: i'm here visiting my son, but would like some female company. i looked at him and he offered 1000 for the weekend. he reminded me of my grandpa, but i needed the cash.

    the old guy was hung and knew how to use it. when ever he came back to town for the next couple of years, he contacted me and i was his escort until he left. he always paid, was always a gentleman, and always gave me the fucking of my life!

    when i think about my college times, he is always a very nice memory of it for me.

    hannah

  • I Have A Little Secret, It's A Man Who Wants My Company, And Tips Me

    Over lunch with my work friends, all wanting to get married, the subject came up about 'what is the nastiest thing we had done'. Well, the lies began immediately.

    My story, which I never told them due to discretion, is about a day in my senior year of high school. I had a friend from another neighborhood and she invited me to a party. She warmed me, this was a party for men, we were going to serve them. I went, curious, and the idea of being around men got the better of me.

    The party was a football game and we were given jerseys of the home team to wear, nothing else, no bra, no panties, no shoes, we were barefoot. If we had to reach across the table to put a beer down and we felt a hand up our backsides, we were to be professional. If we were pulled down onto a lap and felt something, we were to be professional. If we were caught behind the bar and kissed by one of the men, we were to be professional. If the home team won, and the men took off our jerseys, we were to be professional.

    How many of the men played with us wasn't important, what was important is that a man wanted to play with us. We were there to serve them, even if that meant we got down on our knees before them. The man that I served, it was my first time, held my head from moving and did all the work and I kept my lips as tight as I could around his cock. He liked me enough, that he chose to make me his for the party and he pushed my jersey up over my back and layed me across the armrest of the chair he was sitting in. I spent most of the game in his lap, and he spent most of the game playing with my tits under my jersey. Lots of kissing and bear hugging, and sending me off for a bear with slap on the rear.

    I got a big tip from him and my friend told me he insisted I be invited for the next home game.

    I still have duty on home games, or other times when he wants me. I get big tips and new clothes when I want them. I like sitting in his lap and feeling him getting horny, I never expect a tip from him, if he wants to leave me a tip I appreciate it. But since I went to my first home game I have only ever served him, the other 'boys' know better than to play with his girl.

    Sometimes The Easy Way Is The Only Way Out

    Being on the street I agreed to a hand job for 20 bucks. It was disgusting. I went to a ladies' bar I know to clean up. I ordered a virgin margarita and sat at the bar. A woman asked me if I was free for the night, I said 150. We went to a small hourly hotel. She wanted a 'hand job', get off from being felt up.

    I'm telling you this because when you sink to prostitution it always gets worse. That's why I agreed to run away with my childhood male friend and pretend I'm his wife.

  • Rich Is Better

    I took a job after college as a trainee proofreader and fact checker for the PR department of a large company. My boss, Susan, was a just turned forty rich woman who liked me and hired me. I wasn't opposed, Susan had the whole thing, money, looks, connections. Once married to an older rich man, who got tired of her having girlfriends. One of those being me when I was still in college.

    One day she walked in on me, I had a tiny office, and said I needed to ask myself if I wanted to be poor, or be rich. Rich was better, but I had to suck dick and have babies. A certain single golden boy was being promoted to regional VP based in Singapore. Was I interested, she could make it happen.

    She set me up with him, first a party, then a dinner. She told him single in Singapore he was going to come back married to some Chinese woman, and all her family. I was single, had a masters, pretty (for a lesbian), VIRGIN and open to having babies. Better a real nice white girl, than a Chinese gold digger. I got married two weeks before moving to Singapore.

    As an expat wife I didn't work, socialized with other expats, my position the same as my VP husband. I did suck dick, and I did get pregnant. We returned stateside four years later, two kids in tow, older and wiser. Hubby had his fill of cute Chinese hookers, I had the opportunity to meet a lovely English lady. He went home to take over all international operations, Exec VP with all the trimmings.

    I hired a nanny to help me with the kids, a maid service, and joined the executive ladies round table. Young, but oozing VP hubby's power. He got a clean looking youngish secretary, and I met Missy, through Susan who had set me up to get married. Life in the fast lane, his secretary loved getting on her knees for him, and Missy loved being a full time companion. Things couldn't have been better.

    One day, one Saturday, hubby told me his secretary got pregnant. I did not want another bitch's kid competing for my children's inheritance. I was firm, have her get an abortion, and stop seeing the bitch, no one gets pregnant by accident. I had to go back to sucking dick and getting pregnant.

    I had a little girl, who wrapped Daddy around her little finger. Missy got a job downstairs where Susan saw to it she kept her mouth shut. Time to grow up, hubby was up for COO and I had to cool my jets and play along and no more sweet girl parties, hubby had to give up his pretty secretaries.

    We are role models, have four kids now, two boys two girls. I haven't kissed a girl in forever, and hubby's dick is on full time home pussy. If only he hadn't fallen in love with me, and I didn't have four kids with him. Nanny Kary is a retired school teacher. Gone is so hot nanny Megan.

    Don't mess with success. It is far better being rich, even if that means hubby only wants his home pussy. Susan told me, I'd end up sucking dick and making babies.

    More Escorting Confessions

    Hello lovelies. I was surprised that my confession of escorting and getting paid for sex gathered enough questions to make a follow-up. I guess most of you like a hot little thing whoring herself out lol, here are my answers:

    What's the youngest and oldest guy you have fucked?

    Youngest I had for money was a 22yr old asian guy with a huge shibari kink. Didn't even fuck, just had me tied up and suspended from the ceiling as he hosted a dinner party, which was surprisingly tasteful. Oldest was a rich man in his mid-70s. He booked me for a week.

    What is the most amount of times you've had sex in a single day?

    Never really counted and I charge enough now that even a single man a day is enough. However when I was even younger, in college, and needed money desperately, I've done days where I had 4-5 guys and kept that up for days.

    What are your favourite clients?

    Well, guys into findom always! I also love a respectful, rich but insanely dirty man that spoils me and has the libido (and kinks) to match. If I know I'm getting paid, I'm practically a nymphomaniac (sex is not physically pleasurable for me when money is not involved)

    Did you have a lot of black cock?

    Yes! I love all kind of dick that stuffs bills in my bra while i'm sucking it

    Did you ever have a client who wanted to be compared?

    Yes i've had both submissive and femdom roles. Once I fulfilled a cheating kink, telling my john how much bigger and thicker his dick is compared to my "husband"s. But most wanted me to ridicule and laugh at their small penis... and they were often pretty small lol so it was all genuine. Once got paid to cuck a guy in his own house and make fun of his dick while a black bull fucked me.

    What’s your favourite kink?

    Free use, bdsm, petplay... yes my tastes are quite out there

    I Love Fucking For Money—ask Me Anything

    It started when I was younger and my older brother would have friends over. Little did he know a lot of them ended up paying me for blowjobs and handjobs. I became very good at it very fast. Kind of ashamed of this one but even my cousin used my "services" once. I was probably the richest girl in class because I ended up sugaring all the way through hs and college. College was great, lots of guys after me but fucking for free felt wrong, like I was getting scammed. Some girls were catty when they found out, but shut up quick when I was the only one showing up with designer bags and j*welry every lecture. My best asset is my body and face, and you better believe I take good care of it. It takes a lot of effort, dedication and money to look this good—and it'll cost you if you want to touch the goods. That's my motto.

    26 and I still don't have a boyfriend but I've been on (and fucked in) million dollar yachts in Dubai, private ski clubs in Switzerland and hotel room overlooking the Eiffel Tower. You guys are free to judge me and call me a whore but the truth is sex doesn't feel good for me unless money is involved. My ideal situation would be to eventually settle down with a very very rich, older man, be his arm candy and keep him satisfied. A live-in, high class escort-wife, if you will.

    Please ask me questions if there are any, and I'll respond in my next confession

    Prostitution

    When I was in my early 20s, I was a single mum with two young children.
    A friend of my exes told me he was glad I was now single and had always wanted to fuck me. He offered me money and I gladly accepted as financially things were difficult for me back then.
    He suggested that I do it regularly and came up with the idea of him letting other guys have my phone number and arranging things from there.
    I never advertised or worked the streets so it always felt safe. His friends and friends of friends. I'd meet them first at a local McDonalds to make sure they were ok, but I never turned anyone down and I was making enough to get my kids clothes and toys as well as some luxuries for myself.
    I had to stop after about a year as my youngest wasn't yet old enough for school, but mobile and vocal enough for me to worry about him noticing.
    I remarried soon after and it isn't something I regret.
    Shame we aren't in our 20s forever!

  • Half Off Rent: Update

    Awhile back I posted about giving my landlord a blowjob for half off of my rent. So the following month after. I was expecting him to come for the rent money anyday and I had it all that month. However I thought screw it im going to try and get the same deal so I can save money.

    So when I heard a knock I answered and invited him in. I asked if we could have the same situation as the previous month. He denied me told me it was too much money for 1 blowjob but he was willing to negotiate. So we went back and forth honestly the strangest negotiation of my life. We ended with a 1 right then and there, 2 the first week, and one a week after and I had to swallow every time. So I sat him down and gave him a blowjob. He stood up and actually thanked me instead of being a smug prick like the first time. As he was leaving I said we should probably do this at your place so the neighbors(his other tenants) don’t get suspicious. He agreed.

    So every Friday on my way home from work I stop by and go in and give him a blowjob. Honestly and I can’t believe I’m saying it I actually like sucking cock now. I actually look forward to it every Friday. To the point I was at home bored one random night and drove over and when he answered I said this is a freebie and gave him one. Plus turns out he’s actually not a prick when he gets to unload every week.

    So it’s been that situation. Go in,he sits in his recliner, I blow, swallow, leave until the last few times. He invited me in and said follow me to the bedroom. He turned down the lights and got completely naked and layed on his bed where I had to crawl across the bed and crawl up and give him one. It’s been much more intense and intimate the last few time but I actually don’t mind. The very last time we were both completely nude and it was just I was just extremely turned on.

    I know where this is going. I know in my gut this is leading to sex and I’m nervous or excited or something, I don’t know. I just know this escalated to a situation I didn’t expect