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I Did It For The Money
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 —
    Lesbian Female / 27

    I found myself unemployed and on the street. I had moved in with a girl I knew, but my week was up and I had to move. The man who took me in, an acquaintance, gave me a pretty strict time limit as well. Any job, ANY job.

    I gave myself to him. I could not get out and look for a job. My car broke down, and I didn't have money to fix it. I went to him and told him that he could have it all. Whatever he wanted. BANG, BANG, BANG, he took it out on me. BANG, BANG, BANG. Over and over again. What did he expect? I am a lesbian, he knows that I am a lesbian. Why would a lesbian be on birth control? It didn't matter to him. BANG, BANG, BANG, night after night, no period, he didn't care, BANG, and it was BANG, BANG, BANG. No period. PREGNANT. Pregnant! What do I know about being pregnant? I never once in my life dreamed I would be pregnant.

    What do I know? Nothing. I am going to classes at the hospital now, with all these other young women who are all excited about being pregnant. I have to fake it. Be happy with them. They touch my stomach and ask me to touch theirs. We had breastfeeding orientation the last time, and they passed around a doll to hold. Anatomically sized newborn doll. They are so small. I am supposed to choose, natural, or epidural. Is the father going to be with me during the delivery? Do I have a name picked out? Do I know the gender or am I going to wait? We saw a birthing video. Not nice at all.

    We are supposed to start Lamaze next week. Everyone is going to meet the father. The father. Not my husband. At least there is one other girl who is not married.

    He took me to look at baby furniture, to dress up the nursery. All my friends are laughing at me because I am knocked up. I sold out. My friend is having a baby shower for me. An all lesbian baby shower. No gender reveal, I chose to find out when the baby is born. They have picked pink as the shower motif. It just has to be a girl doesn't it? If it is a boy I will be excommunicated from them. And they want to meet the father. What is the father like, is he nice? does he treat me well? will I stay home with the baby? Are we getting married after the baby is born? Are you giving up on us? Or will you still be our friend?

    I don't have a job. I never looked for one. I became a princess overnight. I really want to know what I am going to have, but now he is on board with waiting. No gender reveal party. Not until the baby is born.

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  • — I Did It For The Money —
    Bi-Sexual Female / 20

    My boss is a thirty eight year old woman who adores having her pussy, clit and asshole tongued. She's funnily enough not that bothered about being fucked (Not that I could), but she loves me licking her enormous clit. It's easily an inch and half long and looks like a small cock, which protrudes from her very large labia's. Most days she now has me visit her in the afternoons, to get between her legs as she lays on her office couch.
    It came about when she offered me promotion out of the blue. All she said was "There's a new position available, I'd like you to have it, but there's a proviso". As she's married and her husband owns the company, I had no idea what she was going to say next, but she added "Give me oral sex whenever I want it, and along with the large increase in pay, your main job is to keep me and my pussy happy".
    She's not the first woman I've had sex with, as I had sex with three girls in college and I've spent time with my boyfriends mom in bed. But she is by far the most demanding, making sure I pleasure her pussy, enormous clit and her beautiful ass.
    Things changed recently though, as she took me over to her home. I thought we were alone, but after we'd had sex in what I thought was her and her husbands bed, he appeared, said hello and walked into another bedroom. It appears they no longer have sex as he's more into fucking young males. Their marriage I've now learned, is one of convenience. So she gets to have sex with who and when she likes.

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  • — I Did It For The Money —
    Straight Female / 20

    Letting him fuck me for an extra hundred bucks a week is the best thing I could have done. It's not only the extra dollars, but also his amazing super thick cock that drives me to such amazing orgasms. Plus he drives me around all over the place, saving me lots of money on cabs, which is easily around a hundred bucks a month. His office is usually the place he fucks me, but we do have sex in his car and when his wife's away, usually in their bed. And to top it all I don't even work these days. The most I do is use the gym equipment, take a swim, have use of the sauna and then paint my nails. He might be a lechy older guy, but his tongue and cock keep my pussy and ass happy and he pays me well to be his little slut.

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  • — I Did It For The Money —
    Straight Female / 26

    I was a young wife, barely 18 when my husband took a job and we moved across country to California. In an apartment building not far from campus the man next door got into our apartment when I was alone and took me. When my husband returned I told him, he went next door and tossed the man off the balcony. My husband was incarcerated.

    I was 18 and all alone. I needed support, I started to rent myself to men who wanted to be with a young woman. I did it quietly, and by word of mouth. I supported myself during my husband's incarceration until he was released on parole. During that time I had told my husband that I was working as a sales clerk for a retail company. That part was true, but what I never told him is how I paid the rent. By the time he was released I was 23 and I was much more experienced and had a following and I traded off with other girls to keep our clients happy.

    My husband came back and he insisted on sex every night. It was hard for me to get away to take care of my customers, and I was having to pass regulars off to some of the other girls. But the truth was that I no longer wanted to have sex with my husband. Free doesn't pay the bills.

    So several months after he was released I filed for divorce and dedicated myself to my business.

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  • — I Did It For The Money —
    Straight Female / 29

    It's not as if I do it for the money, rather I do it for favors and for free work. And my husband not only knows about it, he's the one who first set evrything in motion.
    We were having a new bathroom fitted when the fitter, an older man, discovered we needed quite a bit of remedial building work doing first. The cost was outside of our budget, so my husband very calmly asked me if I'd fuck the fitter to cover the cost. The thing was, he asked me right there in front of him. I think the fitter was taken just as much by surprise, but he didn't waste time in saying he'd do the work himself for free, if he got to fuck me every day it took to finish the job. During the eight days he was at our home, he fucked me over a dozen times. Sometimes with my husband watching and or joining in. Other times fucking me when my husband was at work. I never told my husband about those times, yet it was such fantastic sex and the fitter next failed to have me climaxing multiple times from his fat cock.
    From then on each time we had workmen in our home, my husband would proposition them to cut costs, or to get things for free. In just over two years I've now had sex with eight different trades men. With one occasion having sex with two men at the same time.
    They were actually working on next doors home, but they needed to put some of the scaffolding up in our garden. Not only did the neighbor recompense us for having the scaffolding, but I also got to have sex with two very eager and large cocked men. My husband didn't know about those two either, not until I confessed a few months ago. His response was to tell me, he had an idea I'd had sex with them from something one of them had said to him. Apparently one of the two had told my husband "She likes a pole in her garden". That's because they'd both fucked me in our garden shed.
    All the others have been singular men, but most have been married too. From the bathroom to a new kitchen and on to two weeks ago when my husband introduced me to our new gardener, I've now saved us in the region of about two grand, and have had many things done for free which I've not included in those figures. The gardener happens to be the youngest of the men who've fucked me. He's twenty four and lives not too far from our home. My husband knows perfectly well he's fucked me, as he was present during the first couple of times. What he doesn't know is, most days during the morning when he's just set off for work, the gardener pops in and fucks me before starting his round.
    Our garden has never looked so good :)

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  • — I Did It For The Money —
    Straight Female / 26

    As of today, I've been with my small company for five years. I consider myself, skinny and average but with a nice ass, as I have been told. I suspect I am oversexed a bit because I spend a lot of time masturbating, sometimes to porn. My little brother did it and I caught him dozens of times before I slowly took the habit to myself. I bought half a dozen dildos, one gigantic.

    The senior vice president, Zack, was also one of the company partners that started the company and we threw him a retirement party combined with his 62nd birthday. During the party I went to the women's room and Zack followed me in, surprising me. We were always friendly for years but this was a shock. He was a tall guy, not quite handsome, but sort of youthful for 62. Once in a while his wife came into the office, a nice looking woman.

    He pulled me into a stall, closed the little door and said, "Don't be frightened," and took out his enlarged cock which did frighten me. Not that it was very long but it was as thick around as a standard beer can with a head on it that resembled a helmet from Star Wars. He fished (as I later learned) $500 out of his pocket. My head was spinning and Zack said, "We don't have much time but I have been dreaming about bending you over for yeas, dear heart. Trust me, it won't hurt and the money is just for your inconvenience. In seconds I looked at that thick cock and tried to wrap a hand around it but could not. He repeated, "Don't be frightened."

    He put his money in my bag on the floor and went to his knees, lifting my skirt, pulled my panties aside and started sucking and licking my crotch. I kept saying, "We'd better not" and "This is not the time and place." In actuality, I was dying to get that monster into my vagina. In fact, I had even bigger dildos in there in the past. I thought of the money in my bag and pulled down my panties and bent over the toilet bowl. Zack wasted no time slid it all into my now dripping vagina and stopped humping only when we heard someone walk into the women's room, where he was afraid to even breathe.

    The additional suspense made me start coming with Zack still inside me, my vagina twitched, compressing his thickness, as he stifled moans. I also moaned and one of the women said, "Are you o.k. in there?" I said, "I'll be o.k. in just a minute." They left and Zack continued to fuck me hard and fast. I was amazed by his stamina. "This is wonderful, better than I thought it would be. Your pussy is delicious, dear girl. See, it doesn't hurt, right?" He said, and I answered, "No, no." Then he began to breathe hard and pulled out his cock. It made a loud slurping noise as it lunged out of me then began to shoot an unreal, large sperm load on the small white tile floor.

    For the next year or so, Zack would see me for nooners and at other times, always paying me some money that I never asked actually I did not really do it for the money. It was always good and I looked for more until Zack and his wife moved down to Florida. He was addicted to doing me doggy-style. He never got enough,

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  • — I Did It For The Money —
    Straight Male / 41

    Back when I was in my 20's I was on a beach that I regularly go to. There is the main part of the beach and then there is an area that is a little more secluded and private. The more private part had people that wore skimpier swimsuits and even the occasional topless woman. Once I had even seen a guy who was fully nude. I used the private area because I liked getting as much of an all over tan as possible so I would wear a G-string and this area was more appropriate. It was tiny G-string and you could barely see the straps but at least my cock was still covered. Every weekend I would come here to tan. One day I see a woman walking my way. I didn't think much of it at first but when she was literally about 10 feet away and called out my name I didn't know what to do. It was my boss. I stood up to try and put my shorts on but it was too late. She goes on to tell me she saw me walk this way earlier and decided to come this way too. She goes on to ask if I come here often and brings up that most people here aren't wearing much. She looks at me and tells me my ass is fully exposed and my package is barely covered. She asks how I feel with her seeing me practically naked. I told her there wasn't anything I could do about it now. She looked me over and said she will leave me alone and left. I didn't know what to think about what just happened.

    Mond ay at work she asked to speak with me after everyone had left. I was in her office and she asked me how I liked working there and what my future ambitions were. I told her I liked the job and I wanted to go further in the company. She brought up seeing me on the beach over the weekend. She told me that it could be a very bad thing for a company being that undressed. I thought she was going to fire me. She then says it could be a could thing for me. She asked if I would be going back to the beach this coming weekend. I told her I might be. She told me she wanted to see me there again but not in the G-string. I told her I would wear something less revealing. She told me that was not what she wanted. I didn't clue in right away but she didn't want me wearing the G-string or anything else for that matter. She told me roughly when she would be there and she expected to find me the way she wanted. I told her I didn't know if I could. She told me she could help me advance in the company and all I had to do was what I had already been doing but with one less item on. She told me advancement would mean more money. I still didn't know and she told me I had the week to think about it.

    It was end of day Friday and she asked what I had decided. After thinking about it the advancement and extra cash would help me out greatly. I told her I would.

    On Saturday I am on the beach and when I saw her approaching I stripped off my G-string. She sat down beside me and gave me a once over. There I was sitting naked with a woman 30 years older than me. She tells me to go for a swim but for me not to cover myself in any way. Going for a swim would mean exposing myself to more people as I would have to walk past them to get to the water. I did as she asked and she told me she would tell me when to come back in. I must have been out there for about 5 minutes before she waved me in. For some reason the swim gave me a hard on and I walked back that way with it exposed to everyone. I sat down beside her and she thought it was amusing. She told me to get rid of it. When I asked how she told to stroke it out of me. I told her I couldn't and she reminded me about my job advancement. I thought she might try to convince me harder to do it but instead she told me to relax. She wrapped her hand around my cock and she began stroking it. I told her to stop and she gripped it harder as she told me to relax. I shut up and she took it upon herself to give ma a hand job. There I was with my boss stroking me on the beach with a few people looking at us. I finished what she started and in the process gave a few people a show. I didn't know what to think or feel. She told me I was fun to play with and to go back in the water to clean myself off.

    I came back and she told me I would go far in the company. We had more times like these and when the weather got colder the times occurred in her office after work. We went a little further and she began getting undressed down to her panties with me. She didn't look bad and had nice breasts. I wanted to see her pussy but she wouldn't voluntarily let me except once. I rubbed my cock against her crack and she made me promise not to put it in. In doing so she became very wet and she told me to just go ahead and put it in. I fucked her. She told me that was never to happen again. She told me she doesn't like losing control like that since I am the one to be controlled not her. I had pulled her panties down other times and began rubbing my cock against her. She didn't put up a fight. I could see she was losing control but always managed to stop herself from going any further with her.

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  • — I Did It For The Money —
    Straight Male / 51


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  • — I Did It For The Money —
    Bi-Sexual Male / 24

    At 14, just realizing I was bisexual, ten years ago I met an elderly married lawyer while caddying for him at his country club. You don't even have to guess since it's so obvious. I was a young twink, cute, and with a little bubble ass. My pecker was average but it would get granite hard at the slightest provocation. In time, the attorney had me over to his house where at his request, I would put on a blonde wig, lipstick, and a school girl's outfit complete with a short plaid skirt and white knee socks. Still dressed but with no underwear, he would run his tongue all over my ass and groin, nibbling and sucking while he jerked his joint off. He had a rather large tool but I did not want to do more than he requested and most of the time he had his large hand wrapped around it anyway.

    He was not handsome, but bald, chubby, and wore glasses. All he wanted to do was to suck my tool, rim me and jerk himself off. For that, he would pay me $100. I visited him like that weekly, sometimes more often, for four years and saved every penny. After the first year he had different school girls uniforms for me. In the last year, when I was graduating High School, he had me undress totally and did me nude but with the wig, lipstick, and a little bra on.

    I used my pay for college tuition but I do not plan to become a lawyer nor do I plan to sell my little cute ass again even if it is just to have it licked and sucked off. That was a one time deal and I don't feel guilt, just disinterest. I'm still effeminate so sometimes I cross-dress when I want to attract male sex. They can easily see I'm a guy but they go for it anyway. When it comes to women, I attract androgynous bi-sexual women. I like them a lot, especially the oral-centered ones. Once in a while a very horny, older woman grabs me and I give her what she needs.

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  • — I Did It For The Money —
    Bi-Sexual Female / 23

    Bad Choices and Bad Situations

    I was never shy or afraid to show my body or talk about sex with anyone.
    It was just the way I was brought up. As I got older, I found that I could cash in on my looks.
    At first it was only small things, drinks and food, but as I got older, I found that guys would buy me jewelry and clothes. One guy even bought me a fridge for my apartment.

    I tried to go to college but that shit is very expensive and to tell you the truth, I didn't find anything that I wanted to major in. So I started stripping. Some girls I worked with liked to call it exotic dancing, but come on, if you take your clothes off, you're stripping. Everyone knew I did it, and no one minded. If they did, they didn't say a thing. Any way, I did this for a while until I met a couple of guys that pretty big ballers. They would always come up to me for dances and private shows. Their tips were good, but all they wanted to talk about was their adult entertainment shows. They said that dancing was chump change compared to that. They had cars, limos and party busses. They even had a jet. Well after a few weekends, I decided to give it a try.

    They have these huge events where they would have live sex shows and some real kinky stuff. These are invitation only parties where the attendees are super wealthy and want their privacy. Basically the events were never the same and the acts always changed. They asked me to come to the next show to watch. I could work at the bar and hand out cocktails. They paid for my travel expenses and even had me fly first class. It was really cool and the stage was really awesome. There all kinds of sex acts, lesbian, bondage, gay, group, even some really freaky stuff with toys.
    The people were really well dressed and respectful to me. I made five hundred dollars in tips! I was in. Easy money.

    Two weeks later, I was heading out to Chicago. I was going to learn the ropes and eventually I was going to get on stage after a couple of months. I didn't mind. I could choose my act and who I'd be with. I didn't know that this was going to be my first and last night.

    I was with a bunch of first timers. We were all fresh meat. I guess new recruits. We were all assigned to work the crowd. We're supposed to get all the people excited and let them get a little taste of the upcoming festival. We were dressed in high heals, stockings, garters and G-string panties. We were topless with no pasties. It was cold.
    The sex acts had started and the music was really loud. The galley was pretty dark but the neon and strobe lights help guide my way. The guys were friendly but got more aggressive the closer you got to the stage. I guess they thought you were part of the show. It wasn't too bad. I had money in my panties and some were hundreds. Only one pervert got his finger in my crotch but I reminded him about the rules. There were specific rules for guys as to when and where they could touch any of the girls. So far it was better that I could have imagined.

    At midnight, they gathered us all together and sent us (the fresh meat) to the holding pen, the back dressing room. When we got back there we changed into some different costumes. Schoolgirl of course. This is where things got really messed up. They wanted us to get into these wall-stables. They were like massage tables that were mounted to the wall with these flaps built in. The ladies that were explaining the rules to us had done this many times before and told us that this was the easiest money we'd ever make. The money we were making so far was good, but the bonus for this was more than I'd made all the year before. All I had to do was lay down on the table and let some strange rich guy have his way. I was told to not worry, there would be security watching to make sure no one got rough or weird. Also the guys had to wear a rubber and they had never had any complaints before. I wanted to believe this so I went along. They took a headshot and put my picture out for the guys to know what I looked like.

    I got into my stall and slid my lower half through the flap. I could tell that I was in wrong cause there were grooves in my lower back where my legs were supposed to rest. I turned over onto my belly and I fit perfectly. On of the staff on the other side adjusted my schoolgirl skirt and asked me spread my legs just a little more. That's when he strapped my ankles onto posts. I was shocked so I asked him asked him why. All he said was it was for safety.
    I was slightly suspended from a table hanging through a wall with my legs strapped wide open and not able to see anything. Then the flap in the wall seemed to get tighter. There was a clicking noise and I couldn't move my lower half. The guy on the other side of the was made an announcement that the Fantasy Glory Holes were open for business.

    There were a lot of shuffling feet on the other side and for a while no one said anything. Then I could tell there was someone right behind me. He said I love little schoolgirls. He started by lightly rubbing my legs from my calves to my ass. I could feel his tongue start licking above my knee high stockings. Without warning his fingers shoots past my panties, right into my pussy. He pulls it out and I hear him sucking on it. Wow, what a tasty little girl you are. He's on me then. After pulling my panties aside, he pushes up against my pussy and after three or four tries, he starts pumping me. After another couple of minutes, he goes limp. He straightens up my skirt and panties and then grabs my ass one more time. He says, thanks dear and That was that. I announced hey, let me out. No one replies. I tried to get up but that's when I feel another guy grabbing at my hips. How many guys are back there? Oh shit. Well it's the same as the guy before, five or ten minutes this time and then he's limp. I'm not sure if it was thirty or forty five minutes but it starts to slow down and I am kind grateful. I'm starting to get sore and the dudes were getting rougher. That's when I hear last call.

    Some of the gals were already changed and leaving the area back to the main stage. I was at the far end and was starting to think that I was forgotten. That's when I felt a heavy hand spank my ass. Startled, I yelled out. I hear this guy say, so you are awake! Good. You're gonna love this. He grabs a hand full of my panties and pulls hard until they tear off. Not before the elastic bites hard against my soft skin on my crotch. Now he slaps my pussy hard. It sends lightning through my clit and I my eyes begin to well up. You like that don't you, you little whore?!
    He starts nipping on my c**t lips and pulling. Oh, hell. This is not right. Where's security? Then he spits on my ass and rubs his spit in my asshole. I tighten up involuntarily. He starts to finger fuck my ass. I'm never had this done before and my body reacts by making my pussy drip with anticipation. I'm almost eager to have him shove his cock in my little pussy. It's on fire.

    He tells me that he knows that I want it and he wants me to beg for it. I just want it to stop so I say yes give me your cock. Shove it deep in my pussy! He just laughs. Why would I fuck your pussy? All the other guys had it. I have another idea. I hear him clearing his throat and then spit. The saliva drops right on my puckered asshole. He guides it in with this finger. It's not his finger. His fat cock's head pushes up against my virgin ass and slowly penetrates. The burning hits me first. It feels like my ass is being torn apart. Just when I think I'm going to pass out, the head is through and some of the pain goes away. I must have been yelling cause he was saying there, there, everything okay now. Before I can catch my breath, I feel the head burrow itself deep inside me. At first the pain returns but then it starts to slip away. The friction that I was feeling was being replaced with wet slippery fluid. His fingers where like talons that were pulling my butt cheeks apart. His pelvis was slapping against my ass making a loud clapping noise. I could feel tears running down my face and liquid dripping from my ass and pussy. It was a steady pounding like a jack hammer. I could feel his fat cock bouncing my internal organs. Maybe bruising something. Where was his condom. Then he starts pumping faster and now, when he draws back, I can feel his whole cock pull free but there's no resistance from my asshole. It's wide open and gaping. Then he goes even faster and squeezes tighter. Then he cums in me. He doesn't even apologize. I feel the ankle straps loosen and the panel comes free.

    So after wiping up, I change my outfit and head back to the main lounge. One of the older ladies comes up to me. She gave me my bonus and asked my if I'd be back. I told her I didn't think so. She said that it was too bad, the boss hardly ever picks any of the new girls for himself. I might just go back to school, now.

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