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 A New Woman, Following My Body And Face Work

I confess, my tits aren't real, my calves aren't real, my chin isn't real, my nose isn't real, my cheekbones aren't real. Since I had the work done, I got hired at an important company, I got promoted six months later. Before getting the work done I never got asked out. Getting the work done is the best, expensive, decision I've made.

I have a steady, a man I met at a conference. He's well set, has a good job. Thinks I'm cute.

So, I'm getting a return on my investment. If he asks me to get married, he'll help me pay off my debt.

  • Too Old To Make It, The Doors Opened, Be His Whore And Get Promoted

    As a self supporting 37 year old lesbian account manager, I found myself in a head to head with a 50 year old CFO type 'putting me in my place'. Every woman I know has dealt with men like him, and my feminist fangs and claws came loose. He stood over me 'listen honey', his finger in my face 'when you grow up'. I couldn't stand up, my legs didn't work, I had to sit and take it.

    He came to my office 'sweety, sorry I had to come down on you, your mouth gets ahead of your better judgement, next time take a deep breath, you might learn something'. He picked on me, put me in choices which were no win situations, in mixed meetings he called me honey, sweety. He sent me to a two week communications forum. He gave me hints on my clothes hair and makeup. Nothing seemed to help, I had enough of his paternalistic attitude. I quit, he told me I didn't have permission to quit and get my ass back to my workstation.

    I went home and faced my reality.

    A year later, dressed to his liking, I was attending the executive sales meetings. I learned quickly no one gave a shit about my lifestyle, and he only cared about my performance, and how I bent over for him. I graduated from over the back of the couch to all nite in bed with him. Sweety, honey, you name it, I answered to all of it. It's not that he 'broke' me, it's because the mountain won't come to Mohammed, Mohammed goes to the mountain. I had a no win set of choices, stand hard on my principles, and rot away in the dark in the basement, or suck his cock and bend over and get promoted.

    We're all whores, it's about whose whore are you. I guess he can't tell me to grow up anymore.

    Paying The Rent With Me

    During my university years I discovered quickly that the dorms were just one large party house, I enjoyed it my first year but decided I wanted to rent somewhere in hopes of having some quiet. I found this place that was a room in a house, had it own bathroom right off the bedroom and I would also have use the common areas. The man was in his sixties I think, seemed nice enough but the idea of being a woman living in a house with a man was a little worrisome but I did it anyways hoping for the best.

    He was really nice, never even hinted at anything sexual the first few months just flew by and I counted myself really lucky finding the rental. I finished up my second year, went into the summer finding a job so saving up money was not an issue and I secured the room for my third year. My outlook on sex had changed over the summer though, I almost thought about moving back into the dorms for the partying. I found myself walking around the house wearing just a t-shirt and underwear knowing full well I was showing plenty of skin for him to see as well as the shirt showing off my breasts and nipples thru the material.

    Laundry day came one weekend and I found myself just overly turned on, I walked thru the house to the washer wearing just a t-shirt and it barely covered my rear end with my backside in complete view when loading it. He was sitting in the living room when I went by and when I came out of the laundry room he was walking back to his chair from the kitchen area. I walked over and sat down on the couch and asked him how is day was going, we talked for a bit while I listened for the washer to finish then went and got another load ready. I got my first one in the dryer and next load going then walked back out to talk with him some more, couple of minutes into the conversation he tells me sorry for staring but it is really hard not to and he told me I was a very attractive woman.

    I guess when he told me that and given how nice he had been to me so far it just pushed me over the top, I stood up and walked over to him and asked if he wanted to see more of me, he nodded his head up and down looking up at me and I pulled my t-shirt right off over my head. I then started kneeling down into his chair straddling his legs and put my hands on the chair back. He was staring right at my breasts then looked up at me and I told him to go ahead and do whatever he was thinking right now.

    He began kissing and caressing my breasts, felt amazing because he was so tender about it, did not suck on them hard at all and it was more of a gentle licking all over. He moved his hands down to my buttocks just running his fingers over them while still kissing and licking my breasts, he was my first older man and five minutes into it I knew this was going to be very different. He kept up the foreplay for quite some time before suggesting we move this to either my room or his, I told him I was going to check my laundry out but it was just so I could catch my breath for a moment because I knew there was still plenty of time. I told him it was his choice and he said his room so I walked back there for the first time and he was sitting on the edge of his bed still dressed. I made some comment and he just asked me to lay down, he went from my toes to my neck over and over just barely kissing the upper area of my vagina a few times then he settled right in between my legs and for the next hour gave me more pleasure than all my ex boyfriends combined. I laid there feeling like I was in another world and told him so a few times, we laid there for a minute and I started on him saying it was his turn now and I was ready to give him some pleasure. He sort of looked down about it, told me he had erection issues and I really did not have to do that, I told him no way and got him undressed. I worked and worked but he barely managed to get hard, I did not let it deter me and when he came I squeezed and stroked it all out of him, compliments began pouring out from him and he told me I was one beautiful young woman. We had sex like three times that first day, he still had erection issues but I did not let that stop me from pleasuring him. The next few weeks we were having a lot of fun between my classes and suddenly one evening while I was on top of him I felt him getting erect. He was really excited about it also and told me I awakened something in him, I wasted no time and began giving him a blow job and after several days in a row of sexual play his erections returned.

    The beginning of the month came, I brought him a check for the rent and he just slid it back to me saying are you kidding me, he went on saying that I was welcome to stay here as long as I wanted. I told him I felt guilty not paying rent and he told me he felt bad taking it from me so I continued giving him whatever he wanted sexually, must admit I felt like I was getting more pleasure than him.

  • Making The Move To Move Up The Socioeconomic Ladder

    May December wedding turned a lot of heads. Mostly heads frowning and turning back and forth indicating their disagreement. But in my situation, a man with money would solve so many problems. My mentor told me once, 'I've been rich, I've been poor, rich is better'. I'm tired of being poor.

    I can do things he wants. Beginning with children. I can run the house. I can walk the walk, talk the talk. I have a degree in Social Sciences from Northwestern, about as useless as nipples on a man. I'm one of those undesirables, a scholarship recipient. Nice, but not in my social circle.

    Do an end run, my mentor told me. Marry into money. I used my degree, NW does open doors. I met Mr. Wonderful at a social function, learned his wife died childless, of an early onset of breast cancer. I was 'so sorry', poor man. I never pushed my tits, or pushed my ass, both of which catch the eye. I used my upbringing, focused on him. After a year, I agreed to marry him, which is done. Ahead for me is getting a family started, moving into a new home. No girl wants the kitchen of her predecessor.

    I'm not a 'gold digger', I'm leveraging my ass ets, and moving up in the world, knocking on the doors of my college classmates in the same country clubs.

    Being The Marketing Coordinator, For Customers And My Boss

    I worked in marketing, as an office assistant. The company participated in several industry conventions all over the world. The marketing person responsible for organizing the shows and managing the logistics resigned without notice. A show was on in Monterrey Mexico. I was drafted to go as the coordinator, to support the set up at the show, support the salesmen, snd teardown after the show. In over my head is an understatement.

    First, I was essentially all alone working with a Mexican company that did this type of support work. The Mexican floor girls were all fake, big fake smiles, oversized boobs, big butts, in mini skirts and spandex tops. The man in charge had to be gay, but I have no proof positive. They did the bulk of the work, asking questions now and then. After show hours the hotel bars were packed, nine to one, male to female. But somehow females appeared to entertain the men in their rooms. I stayed in my room and ordered room service.

    The Marketing Director told me to mingle, to 'get my ass out three, meet customers and get to know the salesmen'. I tried, but was left out in discussions of whore houses in Bogota and ladyboys in Bangkok. I was off to one side when Mr. Wonderful asked me what my problem was, he wanted this one customer laid. "I don't do that!". 'Arrange it" and he walked off to talk to the customer.

    I called the gay guy, he said "no problema" and in twenty minutes one of the all fake floor girls showed up and she got him upstairs for the evening. Mr. Wonderful said good job, and with that he 'grabbed' my ass. I turned to slapp him, he grabbed my wrist to stop me, and pretend slapped me, and told me to put out to him, or go back to being a secretary. I lost my bearings, he ended up fucking me.

    All in all, my first exposure to front line marketing was arranging for a whore for a customer, and sleeping with the boss man. I got promoted, got some training, worked shows in Amsterdam and London. Lots and lots of whores and hookers, pros who work conventions. I 'look' after the boss man, personally. He isn't in to whores, he told me.

  • Money Problems Don’t Judge Me

    I had been struggling with money problems for a few months. Car repair bills is where it started. Then came a leak in my bathroom. Just bad hit after bad hit.

    In complete and utter desperation, I asked my father in law for a loan. Notice the word desperation. He is a chauvinistic man who believes women are the inferior sex. Heck, the man didn’t even like his own kids. I had no other options and I knew it would come with strings. I needed the money.

    He gave me a ‘loan’ of 7,500.00. Basically, I was his bitch as a way of paying it back. I had to do anything he asked. Run errands, occasionally cook him meals, etc.

    Then one day, just after the kids leave for school and my husband leaves for work, he comes over with two friends. He walks in and tells me he and his friends want breakfast. I said okay. As I am cooking breakfast he tells me to strip. Be naked cooking breakfast. I declined and told him he should leave, but he reminded me of our arrangement. Off came my clothes in from of these three men. I was humiliated. As breakfast was cooking, he said I could lay down the debt by doing other things…more intimately personal things. Honestly, I just wanted the loan to be paid off so this interested me. I told him to keep talking…

    But the time the three men left my house that morning, they were fed breakfast and they all had cum in my mouth. This began to be an every Wednesday situation, as it was the day I worked in the afternoon. Sometimes it was just him and sometimes he brought friends. It was mostly just oral but one time the three of them fucked me. I am not going to lie - getting gang banged was new for me and it was actually sexually satisfying. Would I do it again, there is no doubt!

    He is still a chauvinistic pig but I needed the money.

    The Young One Next Door

    It started during covid, but I have continued. I need money desperately at 76 I was on fixed income and could afford no "extras". I let the 30 year old next door have sex with me. He'd hinted many times, and he offered a hundred dollars. He knew I couldn't refuse. I took him to the bedroom and we took off our clothes. My saggy boobs seemed to excite him a lot. I'm also hairy below I don't shave like all the others do these days. He sucked on my very sensitive nipples, rubbed my pussy. I took him cock in my mouth and he got hard then he got on top of me, pulled my legs up around him and he did it to me. He spilled in me and he liked that. Women his age had to worry about having babies, I don't.

    He assumed he could come over anytime he wanted, and I let him. Each time he had a hundred dollars for me. I make between $500 and $1200 a month from having sex with him. He is very busy at work and doesn't have time to date much, so I am his sexual relief.

    It's been two years and he still likes my saggy boobs and my old, hairy pussy. About 4 months into our arrangement he initiated me into the world of anal sex too. I must say I really like that.

    Did My Femdom Boss To Keep Job

    It was put very bluntly to me, alone in the work trailer after all the others were gone except the guards. My boss is a very good looking 48 year old woman. She has an incredible body, and is very firm, a gymrat of sorts I guess. She is very small in her chest, she says 34a ? I though, am a gay man and I've told her that in past conversations we've had. She asked if I'd ever been with a woman sexually and I explained that probably not a woman, but with teen girls when I was in my teens. I may have exaggerated, it was only 2 girls.

    She wanted me to fuck her and no fuss about it. Either I or another guy had to leave as construction was winding down and she would be gradually reducing the workforce. So we fuck. She is actually very good at sucking, keeps asking if she's better than a guy, and she insists at times on me fucking her butt. She always keeps asking about other guys, if I prefer her to grow her hair back on her ass, if I want her to hid her tits. Then one day she had on jeans and a tee shirt. I had to take off her jeans and she had on mens briefs, fruit of the loom, white. She just pulled her briefs down under her ass, her pussy didn't show and she told me to buttfuck her like I did another guy.

    I don't mind fucking a woman, though I really wish to keep my gay life away from anyone, especially a woman who is very demanding, dominant, and demands I fuck her up her ass like she's a man. I have to say her ass and her pussy are very tight. She demands that I cum in her holes, whichever I end up in, which is always up to her.

    Used Woman In My Building

    She does it for the money. Well, I don't pay her but I pay her utilities and for that I get to fuck and buttfuck her all I want. Sometimes she's pretty high, I'm thinking she has a substance problem, not sure if it's crack, meth or worse. Her apt. wouldn't be cleaned at all except that when I go there I make her clean it. She's in her 30s and looks like she 60, skinny, bony ass and hips, what little tits she had are now empty and saggy. I've seen pictures of her in her teens and she was good looking and had a plump little body, that's been gone a long time I suppose. I lost my wife in a traffic accident, and left our home and our town and moved away. I still need sex, and at first it wasn't this kind of thing with this girl but I still need sex.

    I have always been partial to anal sex, my wife used to tease me that I should have been a gay top man since I did anal every time I got the chance. There is no love with this woman down the hall, it's just sex and she benefits, and I get all I want. She doesn't object to my sticking it in her ass partway through my fucking her hairy pussy. She sucks, swallows, I can cum on or in her anywhere I want.

    oh well, it's just sex. That is what I need and she gets what she needs.

  • My Father In Law - My Banker Too

    King after my husband passed away, I kept a very good relationship with his family. My father in law was very good to my two children and made sure we we okay.

    A few years ago, I was going through a rough time in my life. Money was tight and my kids were in the phase of always outgrowing clothes, eating more, etc. I was talking about this with my father in law and his girlfriend at the time and it became a ‘thing’ and my father in law said he would help if he could.

    I told him it was totally a money problem. If I borrowed money, I did not see any way that I would ever be able pay it back. I decided I could not live with that and I shut it down. A month later, my car broke down and needed a new alternator. After getting the $1,200.00 estimate, now I was in trouble.

    My father in law knew about my car issue and basically said he would pay for it, but I needed to pay him back. There wasn’t any way to pay him back. I had no time for a second job. I could work some extra hours at work, but that may lead to other problems.

    My best friend says to me work off the debt by doing stuff around his house or even giving him sex. I was like wait, what? And she says yes, sex. I have a family ‘friend’ who ‘supports’ me occasionally and I pay him back while on my knees. I told her but he is my father in law? She responded with who the fuck cares if he goes for it?

    I gave it a quick thought and called my father in law. I asked him to either understand and go along or just forget I suggested this. He told me to call the mechanic and have him do the work. He would pay the bill and we would go along with the agreement.

    The next day, the car was done and the bill was paid by my father in law. We hadn’t talked about how my side of the agreement would work. As we left the mechanic, my father in law says follow me to his house. We walk in, he suggests a payment plan of head equaling 100.00. This would mean twelve or thirteen blow jobs. I agreed and he started to pull down his shorts. I got on my knees, took out his cock, stroked it hard and started to suck it. I felt humiliated and dirty. How could I have gotten myself into this situation? I kept sucking. His mushroom head kept hitting the back of my throat, causing me to gag and fill my mouth with spit. I was a sloppy mess and so was his hard cock. After maybe 15 minutes, he alerts me that he is getting close. He asks if he should pull out and I told him no. I secretly love cum! Just saying. A minute later he gets super hard, his body tightens up and he stops making sounds. Then boom! His cock erupts like a volcano and unleashes a torrent of cum down my throat. He just kept shooting. I just kept swallowing. He finishes, I clean his cock with my tongue and I put it back in his shorts.

    He finally talks and says holy shit. That was the best blow job I have ever gotten. I giggled and said that is why Jonathan (his son and my husband) used to say he married me - for my blow job skills. My father in law agreed!!! Lol

    I fulfilled my end of the agreement with bi-weekly blow jobs.

    My father in law has become my banker -per se. When I need money, he pays the bill and I give him head according to our agreement. This has been going on for a couple of years and it totally works for us.