I guess I can't really say it was for money but in a way it was. When I was 19 I moved out and got an apartment on my own. Being free and an adult I did what I wanted when I wanted. I was always buying new clothes, furnishing my apartment with new things making it look amazing, when it was a really crappy small and over priced but for me it was heaven.

I quickly wrapped myself up in a shit ton of debt. Credit cards were maxed. Was getting behind on my bills and rent. I barely had enough to put gas in my car to get to work.

Well my landlord was bitching about getting paid, which understandable his building so he wanted his money. First month I missed I cried and he gave me a break, but after the next couple he wasn't holding back anymore.

So I asked if there was anything I could do to pay instead. Told him I'd clean the apartment building , help with gardening, clean his place, anything. I was desperate and pretty sure he knew it.

Well he says the missus wasn't doing her job right anymore and could use a blow job. I couldn't blame her. He was a fat ugly slob. He was the stereotypical slum lord. Nasty stained wife beater, baggy dirty sweat pants, ass crack always showing. I immediately slammed the door, called him a pervert and told him I would have the money tomorrow.

I didn't. So I avoided him for the next week trying to get money together. When I couldn't and he had caught me saying he was changing the locks today and my shit was going to be out in the street I gave in and said I would blow him.

I had never seen a big guy move so fast. But he ushered me into my apartment and was sitting on my couch with his cock hanging out before I could say a word. I was surprised I could see it but he was actually decently big, or just bigger than I was use to seeing.

So I went to work. Got down on my knees and started sucking his cock. The smell was awful and it tasted even worse but I just told myself it was for a good cause.

He blew his load in my mouth and patted me on the head and told me to swallow or it didn't count so I did. When I started to get up, truing not to throw up he said it was good but not quite good enough.

So he told me to show off my tits, I was furious but desperate so I did . I was surprised to see he was still so hard he had been out of breath from a bj so how did he still have the stamina?

Well one thing obviously lead to another. Nothing being good enough until he talked me into having sex with him. I was so ashamed but si desperate I didn't care. But having him rest his fat on my ass as he had me doggy style on the floor is one of the weirdest feelings I'd ever had.

After he was done, which surprising I'd somehow gotten off as well, He told me not to let his wife find out yet, I was suppose to walk him to the door and tell him he was the best I ever had, while standing there in nothing but a tshirt( he wanted me to do it naked but remained adamant in saying no way ) so if anyone was in the hallway they could hear.

Lucky no one was in the hall that time so it wasn't as bad. But for the remainder of my lease I pretty much fucked him and blew him to pay for it all.

It really helped me catch up on my other bills. But I never told anyone about that arrangement. Not my husband or even my friends. But I still remember it to this day and how me other humiliating things that happened in that building.

No one that knows me will ever know the truth. Ever. But it feels nice to get it off my chest a little bit through here.