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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 —
    Straight Female / 21

    I have a single mom. She had me when she was 16 and has been taking care of me since. The only job she could ever get was bartending. My Nana would watch me until she got home.

    She would often bring guys home when they were drunk and bang them in the bedroom next to me. I know that they were giving her money, but I could not judge her.

    By the time I was 14 I started to stay up late to listen to them getting it on. I began to get aroused myself and started to diddle myself after a gf showed me how.

    Sometimes I got so aroused I couldn't help it and got a little loud. I hoped that my mother and her bf for the evening did not hear me.

    When I was 15, my mom came home late with some random guy. I heard them arguing a bit and then my mom showed up in my bedroom naked.

    She told me that the guy wanted a threesome with me. I was shocked but my mom said that it was about time I started to pull my weight around. Besides she told me that she had been listening to me diddle myself during her fuck sessions.

    The guy was paying her good money for my virginity, and she offered to buy me some new clothes, which I desperately needed. So I agreed.

    I went into her bedroom and the guy, who was grey haired, was lying on the bed stroking his cock. He told me that I better be worth it for a $1000 bucks.

    My mom laid down on the bed and started to lick his cock in front of me. I must admit I found it hot. Then she told me "Honey take off your nighty, you are not just here to talk."

    So I started to strip out of my nighty but did a terrible job. I did not have a bra on because I just wore a training one at the time. But I did have white panties on, so I began to massage myself through them.

    My mom said "Come on Honey he is paying for more than that." So I took my panties off and began to diddle myself. But I was nervous and could't get off.

    So my mom came over and began to finger bang me herself. First with one then two fingers. At the same time the guy began to suckle my tiny titties, and they both began to alternate french kissing me.

    I was really getting wet as mom was diddling me, and then I gushed all over her hand. At first I was embarrassed because I thought I had peed. But mom told me "You did good, honey".

    The guy was a little upset because he had not had any fun yet. But mom told him to be patient because I was inexperienced. She ask if he wanted us to treat him to a duo blowjob. He said "You don't have to ask me twice".

    So mom began to show me how to give a blow job. She licked up and down the shaft of his cock, and I followed suit. She began to lick his balls, and I copied. At first I did't like the taste, but I imitated her enthusiasm. He started to breath heavily, then announced he was going to cum and thrusted his cock into my mouth, forcing me onto it with his hand on the back of my head.

    His load was quite big, and I began to choke on it. My mom pulled him out and began to lick his cum out of my mouth and all over our faces. I was wildly turned on and did the same to her.

    Next the guy said he wanted to watch my mom licking my pussy. So mom went down on me, fingering my pussy and sucking on my clitty. Mean while, the guy started to play with her ass and finger her asshole.

    Then the guy turned to fucking my mom doggy-style. In turn, my mom began licking me more vigorously and even fingered the spongy area in the front wall of my pussy (which I found out later was my g-spot).

    Soon I was uncontrollably squirting my pussy juices all over my mom's face. Then the guy came in mom's pussy. Then for show, she made me lick his cum out of her pussy. I was surprised that it did not have much of a taste.

    By now the guy was pretty spent and said he would take my virginity another time (which he did).

    As I got older, mom brought more guys home to service together. When I became of age, we began to go to bars together as she realized I was the main attraction.

    This is how my mom turned me out as a bar whore hooker.

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

    My dear wife of now 16 years decided that after a year of marriage, she wanted a job. She liked the idea that she didn't need to work since I had a good job right out of college that afforded us a nice life on a single income, but she wanted a way to bring in some additional income for herself. We talked about it and she thought she would like something where she could work from home and not be tied to something permanently I told her to go on line and look at some suggestions others have made. She agreed.

    She did just that and found something she thought she could easily do it and if done correctly by what she had found, could be nice financial rewards. She never told me a thing and until she announced she had found something, I didn't ask about it thinking it may make her feel down. A couple months passed and nothing. A couple more months passed and nothing. I pretty much forgot about it and figured she did too. A year and it was completely forgotten by me. That us until one afternoon I noticed a small package sticking up out if her purse. I lifted it being the curious one and seen it was addressed to a man I had no idea who he was. The return address was to a one word sexy kind of name with a PO box address. It was stamped, undeliverable, unknown address. I wondered what my wife was doing with someone else's male? Curiosity continued to get the best of me so I gently opened the package.

    In opening that package I think I entered a passage to a new world. The first thing I noticed was a plastic ziplock bag that contained sone kind of material. I opened it and immediately got a wiff if pussy. Unfolding the material a pantie reveiled itself. A used pantie with a definately sweet pussy aroma. Crazily, I brought it to my nose and I knew right then I recognized that sweet smell to be that if my wife. There was something else in the package, between two peices if thin card was a cd sleeve containing a cd disk. I remived it and went to the computer and loaded it. There before me were 25 images if a female wearing the same panties and without any panties. No face was shown but I knew exactly who it was. It was my wife in all her naked, beautiful glory.

    While looking through the pictures my wife had finished her shower and came into the room. She asked calmly, what I was looking at. I replied, her. She looked puzzled and came over to me and looked at what I was seeing. A look of fright came in her face and then she seen the panties setting next to me and started in with, I can explain, I was afraid to tell you. You won't understand, let me explain. I tood her that yeah, she should probably explain.

    She sat just across from me wrapped in her towel and I seen her take a deep breath. When she did that the towel opened and fell to the side exposing her full beautiful nakedness. She did nothing to correct her towel and I figured she knew my weakness seeing her naked. She started by asking me about remembering how I suggested she go on line and see what she could find staying at home while making an income. I said I did. She then started explaining that after a few days of looking, totally by accident she was directed to a site where females primarily sold their used undergarments and or pictures to paying males. At first she explained that she felt it was disgusting but for sone reason she was pulled back to learn more. That ked to actually joining the site which was free and learning more from the ads and what sellers and buyers were posting in the sites forums. She tood me she learned a lot and that many if the make buyers were just guys who for sone reason or another, couldn't go and find their own sexual partner. It almost seemed to be a needed service but you get paid for it. She told me that at first she just was curious if she could even sell one so she checked out other ads, looked at prices the seller was asking and what all they put in the ads. She told me there were ads from a hundred dollars to around 12 to 15 dollars. Based in what sine had said in the forums, this was all based on popularity and what the seller included. She said she took sone pictures if herself wearing the panties, set up a sexy looking profile that didn't really show much and placed her first ad. When was that I asked. 11 months ago, she replied. You have been at this for 11 months but never said a word, I said. Sorry, she replies. OK, you placed an ad, I repeated her words. What then. They sold at my asking price. I asked how much? 15 dollars and enough for priority mail. Was that good I asked? I thought so considering the panties were old and I never used them any more. What did you have to do then, I asked? Wear the panties si they get my Smell 8n them and send to the buyer. How did he pay you, I inquired? Through an online payment service I set up. He paid withing 15 minutes of buying, she told me. I wore the panties for a full day and put them in a ziplock bag. The next morning I wrapped them pretty, put the phots from the ad on a cd and enclosed that in a cd sized priority male box. I then went and mailed it.i asked about the po box and she said she rented one for a year before placing her first ad. So, I said, you basically started in the red. Who doesn't she replied but just not that much.

    I asked her who here first customer was. She said that she really couldn't disclose that just as she trusted him not to disclose although, all he really knows is my city. She explained she used a fake first name and a lot of her information wasn't quite honest in her profile. Life being single. I asked if her 1st customer was happy with his purchase. She laughed and tells me he is a repeat customer after the first one. He bought a second the next week for 25 dollars. After that one he offered me 100 dollars if I would be willing to share some photos removing panties and naked. He told me no face. I thought about it and figured, what the hell. It's what the other sellers do. He paid and I sent him 30 pictures. You do know what he is doing with your pictures, right, I asked? I'm not stupid, of course I know. He looks at my ass, my tits, and my pussy and jerks off, she quickly explains. But, he never sees my face. You said regular, I inquired. Yes, my best regular. He likes what I smell like and how I look. He says I,m his favorite. What does that mean I ask. It means that instead of my buying panties, he buys them and sends to me to wear. He ask for one a week to be worn and returned to him. Fir that, he pays upfront, 50 dollars per pantie plus the shipping. So every 6 weeks I get 6 panties and a payment of 300 dollars plus shipping for all 6. No kidding, I asked. He must love something about you. Seems the same things that turn me on. You wear a pantie for a day or two and take some pictures of yourself and send them along to him. Just that basic and easy. What about when you're on the rag I asked. Skip those weeks? Not really, she tells me. He seems to really enjoy the scents right before and likes it 80if there is some blood pressent. Weird, I told her. That's it to keep him more interested regularly? I do give him more explicit pictures now, she answers. You already give him you naked, how more explicit could they be, I asked. I do more spreading and exposing my holes to him, she explains and I have made a couple videos fir him playing with myself. No face though. Geesh, I ask. Do you not see anything wrong with all this? At first,she answered but as time went on I got more and more into it. It got me excited doing a lot of this and when that happened, I took my excitement to you. Come to think of it, she was more sexual that what she was and she was very sexual before.

    I asked about her other sales and she told me that she has gotten as much as 109 dollars from one guy maybe every 2 months. She sells besides the one a week to her regular, another 6 on average a week for from 25 to 50 dollars each. She has also sold socks to the foot fetish guys and some tees she used for workouts to the sweat loving guys. Spit in a small container so they can beat off with it. I guess they 8magine a blow job from her. Oh the brain is a powerful tool. She explained that she has also sold to a couple females. Didn't know if it was for them or a gift for someone else. Guys are single, or married. Young and as old as 87. She has seen pictures of many of them and they come in all shapes and sizes. She explained how she has had to always turn down paid webcam views even though they brought high dollars.

    I was,well,stunned at all this she was telling me. In the past 10 months she has made thousands of dollars with her little business. Not sure what I was supposed to say to her. I know she isn't shy about anything. She has a great body that coukd sell anything associated with it. There doesn't seem to be any harm done and chances of that seem very remote since the identifies of the seller remain secure. She looks at me thinking I am really upset but I just couldn't bring myself to be that. I may not understand it all but I couldn't find a reason to be upset except that she did not confide in me in the beginning.

    She stayed in that business for almost 10 years. She made over 150 thousand dollars tax free in that time. Bought me a nice new boat for us after only 3 years. What could I say. No one ever learned who she actually was 9r where she lived. She had offer after offer from guys who wanted to meet her but she declined them all. I admit, there is something intoxicating about her taste and aroma that I know very well. I understand why guys would want more.

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  • — I Did It For The Money —
    Bi-Sexual Male / 50

    It all started back in 1972 when I was 14. Travelling on London Underground to school. I was incredibly horny & needed to wank four or five times a day. I would rush for a seat opposite any woman wearing a short skirt so I could see her knickers. The girls in my year at school played netball in their knickers & I always took a big interest in all the camel toes on view. I became a knicker fetishist & began to sniff the dirty knickers of my best friends older sister who was 16 whenever I was in their house, always came loads of spunk very quickly wanking in their toilet where the laundry basket was. The view on the train always made me hard before leaving my seat for school.

    One day, a man of about 25 approached me to say he was a photographer & was always on the look out for young models & he thought I was very good looking, so if I wanted to earn some extra pocket money I should call round to his place for a test photo shoot & he would give me £10 just for showing up.

    I turned up at the agreed time & he paid me & took a few pics of my face & asked me if I would be prepared to strip for some nude shots. He told me that the big money was in European Gay magazines that would never be on sale in England due to our strict census laws, he would double my money to see my cock. I told him I didn't think I was big enough to arouse any gay interest. He said he'd seen me on the Underground several times & I always tried to sit opposite a pretty girl. I think you were looking up their skirts, does that turn you on? I stripped off & stood in front of him in my socks. I explained about my fetish & started to get hard. He said I was a fine size & asked to feel my cock. He started to wank me very gently, asking about the last panties I'd seen. He knew what he was doing, I became very turned on, rock hard & leaking pre cum. He asked me to bend over the back of the sofa & pull my arse cheeks apart so he could get a pic of my bumhole.

    I did as was asked, he went behind me, dropped to his knees & started to lick my arsehole. I was surprised to feel his hot tongue on my virgin hole, it felt amazing & I started wanking, my body shaking with the excitement & incredible feeling. Then he stopped & turned me around to face him. In one quick movement my cock was in his mouth as he began to suck me off for the first time.

    It was so good, I was frozen to the spot. He came up to talk to me, gently wanking me as he spoke. He said he knows I like it & he wanted me to tell him when I was about to spunk off, I just nodded, thinking he didn't want a mouthful of my semen.

    He went back down sucking me so very gently it was so good, his hand came up to hold my balls as he slurped on my cockhead. Then it began, I said I'm very close now, but instead of popping me out of his mouth he sucked me right inside & at the same time, very gently pushed a finger up against my arsehole, not probing me, but just rubbing across my virgin hole, I thought I was about to pass out with pleasure. Then as I started to pump spunk into his wonderful mouth, he pushed his finger up me. Fucking my bum with a finger as I came & came what felt like pints of semen.
    As I finished I was still shaking, & had to sit down.

    His name was Peter & he paid me to lick me & suck me off for many years. I would suck him but never wanted a taste of semen so wanked him to finish off.

    I never wanted to fucked his arse. He never fucked me. Now as an old man I'd love to give my virginity to some dirty old man & feel his cock pump my arsehole full of spunk.

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

    I got married without my parents consent when I was 21. Looking back on it, it was a way to to get out of my parents house and living a life of love and sex. It took six months to discover it wasn't all that easy to make rent payments, bye food and gas for the car, witch always ended in fights over money. To top it all my husband got laid off from his job witch basically left us in a real bind. Found ourselves endlessly talking about ways to get ahead and shocked at the idea of selling me out for sex. Kept asking him if it was a joke but soon concluded it wasn't. I remember him saying I was pretty and sexy, a way to get out of our fanacial binding and it was just sex. Thinking my psrents would never take me back, my lack of skills and education sex was the only way out. My first client was good friend if his that I knew well. Told he had always had a crush on me and wasn't just a stranger. I remember he went crazy aqueezing my tits and sucking my pussy while my husband waited just outside. It was hard not to get horny with a guy eating out my whole crotch and pushing his huge hard dick into my mouths. I remember I must have done it well because he instantly came and practically had to swallow half his load. My husband later told we got $600 and told he wood be a a regular costomer. He was gone by the time a finished my shower, witch was a long one. Thank God his friend was a regular and enough to get us out of our money problem and didn't have to do it with a fat greasy hugly horny guy.

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  • — I Did It For The Money —
    Bi-Sexual Female / 28

    First and foremost, I'm a caregiver fulltime. I have 3 clients, but only one is of interest. In short, he's a 54 year old man with a plethora of problems. But what he lacks in physical ability he makes up for in money.

    So, 3 or 5 months after I started working for him, I show up to work and after some time he asks me if I want a bit of extra cash. So I stop what I'm doing and give him my full attention. I inquired and he told me that he'd give me 60 bucks cash if I gave him head.

    I contemplated it heavily, after a minute I asked if I could see it and he obliged and waited for a few seconds before I remembered I was the caretaker. I pulled it out and was pleasantly surprised at the erect length.

    So, I agreed and got to work. I sucked and bobbed, supressing gag reflex as he filled my throat. The old man came within a minute, pulling my hair in exasterbation. I made sure he was all clean then i pulled off. I could tell he was already worked back up after my cleaning.

    He then sheepishly made me a second offer. 20 extra to let him see amd touch my pussy. I hesitated for a moment, but then i agreed, knowing im getting a good chunk of money just for surface fondling. And so, I turned away, agreeing as I removed my panties. Tossing them on the ground, I shoved my ass in the face of my employer.

    He gleefully had his fun poking, proading and as he got cockier licking my pussy. But as i casually jerked him off below me while he played, he told me hed give me 150 more to rawdog my ass. I told him 200 for my ass. He agreed and pulled me back against him with my thighs agape.

    He slid me down with the hunger of someone who hasn't fucked in eons working a curvy scene girl. But the fucker pulled a quickie on me and i soon felt his dick burst into my pussy. My reaction got him way too horny and he grabbed my throat, forcing me down onto it over and over, my legs working autonomously.

    My tongue lolled about as he fucked me silly, he told me to 'look at him with that face' and so I did, he went on to suck my tongue into his mouth, licking and sucking it before spitting in my mouth then making out. It sounds weird in writing but when he was doing it it was so gross and hot and I loved it.

    Now, thank god birth control is regular for me because he came inside me, but kept going not wanting to waste any possible fuck time. I didn't say anything, only moan and whine as I felt his sperm gushing into me, thick and still surprisingly fertile looking. He kept pulling me up and down as he worked harder for that elusive second but. After a few minutes of me saying his name and begging for cum he did just that and unloaded an even longer torrent of cum inside me.

    Since that day we use condoms unless he feels like paying more, which he often does. He tries getting me pregnant, but birth control is magic. I'm his only hope for a kid before he dies, so he'd better keep paying and trying~

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  • — I Did It For The Money —
    Straight Male / 35

    Sex Cake

    Last weekend I was in the zone when it came to my wife. On Sunday morning I made her cum twice, hard - once with a long, luxurious pussy massage that had her dripping wet as I rubbed her labia rhythmically for a solid 30 minutes before giving her g spot a good rubdown, and then again after when she rolled over and stuck her ass up and said "fuck me now," to which I lubed up and pressed her down into the bed for a good probe bone fuck before emptying into her gorgeous hairy love hole. The smell of her hair and neck drove me over the edge and we came together from that sloppy hard fuck where I essentially ride her into the bed. So fucking hot when she's that worked up and submits to me like that.

    Sunday night she bakes a cake. I ask her what the occasion is and she says "it's a sex cake because you made me cum twice today." Pineapple upside down cake, and it was delicious.

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  • — I Did It For The Money —
    Bi-Sexual Male / 25

    When I was 15 my neighbor asked me to stop by around the night I go see what he needs he offers me $500 buck to let him fuck me i agreed he pulled my pants and fucks me like I'm his bitch I'm he destroyed my anus he gives me $700 for putting my money maker out of camison for a days.

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  • — I Did It For The Money —
    Straight Female / 28

    The truth is that I don't have any real skills or even a decent education. I have always thought I would be a model or something . I know that sounds arrogant but my whole life people said that I'm beautiful and should be able to be a model. Now that I'm 28 and married I realized that isn't going to happen. I actually realized that about two years ago. My husband is a good guy but he doesn't make much money. I started a cleaning business 3 year's ago and it wasn't going well. One of my clients was my husband's boss , he commented one day that men would pay me just to watch me clean in a sexy outfit. Soon that's what I was secretly offering to him and a couple others. This turned into me having sex with them for money. Through word of mouth I have built my clientele to 31 people and make an average of 2500 a month. I lay in bed and almost cry at night because I'm a whore but I don't know what to do and we can't afford for me to stop. Although my husband has no idea what is going on he encourages me to get more clients and make more money. I relayed the message to his boss and he brought please over to his house and they used and verbally abused me Friday afternoon. I am disgusted in what I have become.

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  • — I Did It For The Money —
    Straight Female / 23

    I am 23 and I am unemployed and I have been living out of my car and at times couch surfing when I get a chance. My car broke down and it was towed to a service garage. I was told that the front end needed work and it would be 1500 dollars and it would take a day because they had to order the part because the car is 12 years old. I don't want to go into this but I have to. I had not eaten in two days, I had less than four dollars, I had not taken a shower in several days, I had not had my period in several months, I sat on the floor in front of the office and cried.

    A man who was there getting new tires for his BMW talked to me. When he found out I hadn't eaten he paid the tow truck and took me across the street to the Olive Garden. I used the bathroom there to try and wash up my face and hands. After we ate we went back across the street and he told the garage to fix my car, and change the breaks and get me new tires. We took my stuff out of my car and went to his house where I brushed my teeth and took a shower. When I was done he gave me a shirt of his to wear while my clothes went into the wash.

    While my clothes were in the wash he told me that life was bad and I had to pay the way women had paid for ever. He fucked me, I had to suck his cock and he ate me. We had some supper later on, grill cheese and soup and he fucked me again and I had to sleep with him in his bed. He fucked me again in the morning, he said he had a lot invested in me and he was going to get pussy payment. I had to suck his cock again in the morning.

    He took me to the mall and bought me some clothes and had my hair cut and then took me to the nail place. He wasn't done with me, he wanted more pussy, a lots more pussy. He kept fucking me even when he really couldn't fuck anymore.

    When my car was done he paid for it and told me to be careful and not to sleep on the street and get a job and he gave me his phone number and address and told me to come over whenever I needed to get my pussy fucked and he would feed me.

    I know this sounds bad and it is. It is worse because I went to him several times to eat and he gets pussy all night long. I don't know why he likes my pussy but he does. He fucks me and eats me and gives me his cock to suck and swallow. He buys me clothes and lets me sleep with him. I don't have a job. I have a degree in Music Appreciation. I have been at his house for six months. The only good thing is that now my period is back and I have gained over ten pounds. I never thought I would be relieved to get my period or get fat. He says he likes fat, he wants meat on the bone, he likes fat pussies and fat tits. I know he is just trying to joke but I think it is true.

    So I am here because I can't get a job and all I can do is live with a man and give him sex in return for food and clothes and a place to sleep. I wish I understood why he likes me so much.

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  • — I Did It For The Money —
    Straight Female / 25


    To be honest, I feel like crap about this entire thing. I'm stuck though. There is no way I can confess and move on with my husband because it would wreck him and the relationship he has with his family.

    After we had been married for only just over 6 months our financial world fell apart. I lost my job due to the company downsizing and a month later my husband lost his for the same reason. We worked at the same company and is where we met a few years earlier. We went through our meager savings and did all we could to find employment. All plans for a family were put on a back burner as were basically any plans we had made for us. We were broke. We signed up for food stamps and while they did keep us fed, we had nothing to cover our mortgage or just everyday expenses. Fortunately, my husbands Father would step in and help us out. My parents had no way of helping.

    We spent five months looking for employment before my husband finally found something, With our former company downsizing and it being the largest employer in the area, there were a lot of people looking for jobs. He found one at the hospital doing janitorial work. It was at least full time and would have insurance after a couple months of working there. Fortunately, it was the day shift. Unfortunately, it didn't pay much over minimum wage with a raise to come after ninety day prohibition period. Still, it was income we didn't have and appreciated it.

    My Father in Law is not a poor man and was very smart during his life with savings and investments. He is a widower after losing his wife to an automobile accident before I even met my husband. The settlement from life insurance and the suit brought against the guilty driver pretty much set him for life. Thus the reason he retired at fifty. He is now 52 and trying to just enjoy life. Sure, he could have helped us more than he did but he believes in working for a living and instilled that into his son. My husband never felt right going to his father for any kind of help but did so from time to time and my father in law never refused to help us.

    One weekend, seven months after me losing my job and my husband working for two months, we were invited to my father in law's house for a little cook out. He did this from time to time and it is always a welcome invitation for us. We sat around, had a few beers, FIL did some grilling, and just had a nice time out from any worries. FIL had a nice home, not that big but too big for just him. It was his home and he would never consider leaving it. As we were sitting around FIL asked how my job search was going. I explained that it wasn't going well at all. I get call backs but then mostly hear nothing after that. Very disappointing I told him. How about this, he mentions. Now I know you are a secretary and I have heard a damn good one, how about looking at something I can offer you. My husband pops his head higher and ask, dad, what jobs could you offer? You don't have anything to do with any business. Well, my FIL tells him, I have my own business and that is keeping up this house and it's gardens your mother loved so much. That is my business and frankly, I could use some help with it all. Really, I asked, just what is the job? Basically cleaning and taking care of the flowers is all. I'll pay you $50.00 a day every day you work. Not sure you will be needed every day but that will give you some time to keep looking for a job somewhere. I looked at my husband. His eyes were lit up with approval. I looked at my FIL and told him, I do know how to clean a home and I do like flowers, so I think I would be interested. Great he said. Of course, you never know what else I'll need being taken care of around here so if duties increase I will increase any pay. My husband looks at his father and tells him how nice it is that he has made such an offer and how much it would help us out. My pleasure he answered back. It's a job not a handout. Husband said he understood.

    On Monday I arrived by 8:00 AM and asked where all the cleaning supplies were. FIL showed them too me and then showed me where the gardening supplies were located. With that information in hand, off I went to fulfill my duties. I stopped for some lunch FIL had prepared at noon and before one was back at it. I was finished with everything by 2:30 PM. FIL commented how nice everything looked but if I worked like that every time I was there he wouldn't need me too many days. he said just come tomorrow and just see what you can find to do. I said I would and he handed me $50.00. I got home and placed it on the table. When my husband got home I showed it to him. He was thrilled. I told him what his father said about everything looking so good i may not be needed every day but to come back tomorrow and just see what I could find to do. My husband told me maybe I should slow down and stretch it out a bit. I laughed, he laughed and we had a nice evening.

    Next day I was back at 8:00 AM. FIL tells me he was glad he didn't scare me off. I laughed at that and told him I didn't think he could ever do that. I went to work but started in the garden so I could avoid the later days heat. After finishing I went to clean up before starting in the house to see what I could find. FIL told me I could use the shower in the hallway if I wanted to take a shower. It was hot and I probably did smell so I accepted. He pointed out the linen closet where the towels were kept. Off I went. The shower felt nice and when I finished and dried off, I still had my sweaty clothes to get back into so it probably didn't help much. I got dressed and was going to take my towel down to the laundry when I walked past the bedrooms and seem my FILs door was partly opened. Normally all the doors were kept closed so I stepped in and grabbed the door knob to close it when I seen my FIL sitting on the edge of the bed facing me but hadn't looked up to actually see me. He was naked from the waist down and masturbating. OK, he is only 52 and his wife has been gone for quite some time. I never heard of him dating so I guess this would be expected behavior. He looked up and sees me. Tries to cover his erection with a hand but actually, one hand wasn't enough to hide him. Oh, I said. I'm really sorry but I seen the door was opened a little and I was going to close it. He looks right at me and says, no problem. I forgot you were in the bathroom and, well, you know, nature called. I understand I said. Really, he asked back. Sure I said, you need release just like anyone would need it. Thank you he told me and dropped the hand that was covering his erection. It was still quite erect and yes, I did look at it. It was bigger than his sons. My FIL then surprised me. Well, if you understand, how about helping me? I can't do that I told him. I'm married to your son. I promise I will never tell a soul, he replies. I will know, I replied and you would know. Yes, he tells me, we will but that is where it stops. Just us.

    My FIL asked that I come closer and I did but still keeping over an arms length away. Listen, he explains. I haven't been touched by any Woman since my wife died. It's only been me, myself, and I and frankly, I could really use a Woman's touch just because I know it would feel so good. Please, come closer he asked. I took a step closer and frankly, I was looking at his erection more than i looked at his face and I think he read that as me being interested. Touch it, he directed. Please, give me some stimulation I haven't had in years. Oh shit, I stepped the rest of the way forward and put my hand around it. He groaned and laid back on the bed. His legs from the knees down hanging over the side. His erection now standing straight up in my hand. Make it cum, he almost demanded. I started sliding my hand down it but it wasn't slippery and it was hard to slide. I spit on my hand and on his erection and that made it easier. I just stroked it and before much time passed, he moaned, groaned, and jerked as cum came rushing out of him. It didn't shoot far, maybe six or so inches but it sure came out with force. He closed his eyes and I walked away leaving him to himself. I went back to the bathroom and washed my hands. I went down stairs and started cleaning thinking about what I just did for him. God, I hope he was telling the truth that no one would ever know. I guess that a one time thing is not too bad. It seemed he needed it.

    FIL came down the steps and found me in the kitchen. He came up to me and told me thank you. I said, you're welcome. Not sure why I did you but I did and now it is our secret. Right? Very much so, he replied. He handed me some cash and I told him I wasn't finished yet. He told me it wasn't for cleaning, it was for the attention I was willing to give him. It was $25.00. I told him I'm not a whore. Oh my, he relied, I would think not but I did agree to pay extra for any additional services I needed and this was an additional service. He made it sound like a job. I put the money in my pocket. The rest of the day went on as normal. Cleaning and lunch at noon. About 3:00 PM I finished whit what i could find and announced I was leaving. He handed me another $50.00 for the day.

    When I arrived home again I placed the $50.00 on the table for my husband to see. I did not put the $25.00 there because I just couldn't come up with a good excuse for it. I put it in my drawer under my clothes. My husband never goes there. I would need to figure out how to slip this money into the every day money. For now, it will stay hidden. When my husband arrived home he again seen the money. He was happy. Asked me if his father was behaving? I asked why he would ask that? Of course he is behaving. Just joking was his reply.

    The next morning I remembered that I had never asked if I was to come to the house that day or not. I gave FIL a call to ask and he said if I wanted to come, I could. He was sure there were things that needed attention. I was totally thinking in the house. He wasn't I guess. When I arrived he was waiting for me. He starts right in with how much he appreciated what i did. How I made him feel like twenty years old. Then, as he turned around to walk out of the room to let me get to work, he adds that he can't wait till later for more. Wait, I somewhat yelled. What do you mean more? Yesterday was a favor, just for you. It didn't mean there would be more, I explained harshly. Oh, you don't want this job, he asked? Of course I want the job but it wasn't discussed that getting you off was part of it, I responded. I did say extra duties that would be rewarded separately, did I not, he states. Yeah, you did but you didn't say what, I answered. So, do you want the job or not, he asked forcefully? Not sure what you will explain to my son about quiting after giving me a handjob. Shit, shit, shit. No, I could never tell my husband why I quite and no other reason would probably be accepted. I would be turning my husband against his father and that would never be a good thing. I just couldn't think. OK, I said, just what do you mean by more later. We'll see, he tells me. We'll see how I feel, he continued. I just tried to do my work the rest of the morning all the while wondering what he had planned for me. We had lunch at noon again. I did the dishes and went to the shed to start with some gardening. When I opened the shed door, he was standing there.

    Fully naked from head to toe he stood there waiting for me. I guess it could be worse and he was not in as good of shape as he kept himself. He was still a handsome man. He lifted up his soft dick and waved it at me. Suck my cock, he directed. What the hell. I walked up in front of him and dropped down to my knees. I took his dick in my hands and sucked it into my mouth. He immediately got hard and I could feel it growing towards my throat. I just started moving over his shaft, up and down. He leaned back against the wall and started moaning. I kept it going twisting my tongue around the tip/ His groans grew louder but he was not cumming. I deep throated him and gagged myself since he was bigger than my husband who I was used to. He really liked that but still would not cum. I reached up and took a hold of his balls. He tried to jerk back but I held on and started to lightly pull and squeeze them. He exploded. Such force that it hit the back of my throat and I actually had to swallow some which I normally do not do. He didn't seem to want to stop cumming but as soon as I released his balls, he settled down. He was winded and seemed to be ready to fall over. I stood up, spat what was left of his cum to the side and asked him if he was OK? My god yes, was his reply. I don't think I have ever had as good a blowjob in my life. No, I know I haven't because I have never cum with a blowjob. You my girl, are incredible. Not sure if I should thank him or tell him he is disgusting. I elected to thank him for the compliment. Don't thank me, you are the one with the great talent, he came back with. Where's your clothes I asked? Hanging over there he tells me pointing. I grab his clothes and we get him back into them. He heads off to the house and I to do some gardening. Before I left he hands me $85.00. Fifty for the day, thirty five for the good time as he put it. The money, it is good, my morals, not so much.

    Next day wasn't much different than the previous one. This time I found him on the back porch laying on the lounge chair fully naked. No one can see him being the closest house is a few hundred yards away and he has trees and shrubs on his property line. This time the erection is back and it's being held straight up. Damn, I thought when guys got older the needs went down. This guy looks like he's ready every day. OK, I said, what is it today? Are you wearing panties, he asked me? Of course I am, came my reply. Good, take them off and give them to me. No way, I'm wearing pants and would have to take them off too. Listen, he says. Take off your panties and give them to me. There was a forcefulness in his voice. He wasn't actually asking, more of an order. If I do that I will be naked from my waist down, I replied. Exactly, he says. Now, give me your panties. I undo my pants and slip them down. I turn around so he can only see my butt. After getting them over my feet and removed, he orders me to face him. Asking is now gone replaced by orders. I turn and face him. Give me your panties he demands. I put a finger in each side and slip my panties off while he watches with great interest. I am now fully exposed from the waist down. Give them to me, he says. I walk over to him and hand him my panties. He immediately puts them tightly against his nose and takes a deep breath in through them. When he did that I could see his dick twitching like it was being tickled or something. He took another deep breath in and then another. His cock looked to be straining within itself. Veins popping out everywhere. I stood there and then felt his hand on my shaven pubes. I pulled back. He demanded I get closer and stand still. I moved a step back closer. He reached out again and with his fingers parted my labia and pushed a finger in me. You're nice and wet in there, aren't you he ask? I don't know I answered. Oh yes, you are very wet. That is so nice of you to get so wet for me. I said nothing and he kept slipping his finger in and out of me. I knew I was wet, I couldn't help being wet.

    Keeping my panties against his nose he tells me to get on, his cock is wanting me. What I asked. Wrap that sweet pussy around my cock and fuck it, he tells me. I didn't move, I didn't want to fuck him. That was surely crossing some kind of forbidden line. Get you ass over here and start fucking my cock, now, he demanded. I know I teared up but I had to do what he said. I placed a leg on each side of his longer and lowered myself onto his dick. I slowly lowered onto his full length. I was hating myself but at the same time thought how good it felt filling me more that what I have had previously. I started working it back and forth, up and down. He smiled. Take off your shirt,he says. I unbutton my shirt and remove it. Your bra too, he adds. I do as I am told. I am now fully naked as well as him except for the panties he is holding to his nose. He reaches up and starts playing with my nipples that are hard now. He comments on how I am liking it from him. He ask, are you liking it? I mumble yes. Tell me how much you like it, he says. I just say I like it. He pinches my nipple hard. It hurt. Now, he says, tell me how much you like me in you. He starts to pinch the other nipple and I say oh yes, I love you in me. Tell me more, he demands. Oh god, you are the greatest and I love how you feel in me. Tell me you want me, he commands. I want you, I want you. He starts pinching my nipple again. I love how you feel. I want you. I really want you. Fuck me, fuck me good. I need you. Damn, the thing is, he did feel really good in there and I actually was enjoying it now that we are where we are. I start rocking and he is loving that. I lean forward and he is slipping in and out of me. I tighten the best I can and I knew he would be cuming. Don't cum in me, I said. I'm not protected. Ge grunts but leaves it in. I pull off him just as he starts shooting his cum. I don't think he had any intention of pulling out. Not good. He shoots on his belly and I get off and stand by his side. I reach down and grab his dick and make sure it's drained of every last bit. Not sure why but then I bent over and gave his dick head a little lick. I grabbed my panties from his face and got dressed. Problem was, I now wanted to get off too but it seems he hadn't put that in his plans. I made the way to the bathroom and pulled down my pants and panties. I sat on the toilet and give myself a good orgasm. I needed that right now.

    End of the day, I get %100.00. 50 for the day, 50 for the fuck. It's Thursday and so far I have $200.00 for my normal work, and $115 for the extra services that I have hidden. There is one more day to go this week and now instead of thinking what I need to do for my normal work, I am wondering what he could be coming up with next. It ended up Friday wasn't so interesting. Just the normal work since he had to spend the day in town taking care of some errands. I only seen him for a few minutes in the morning before he left and for about 20 minutes after he got home. Even he said it was a shame he couldn't get home earlier and have some fun with me. Still, knowing there was no time, he still thought it fun playing with my breast and pussy outside my clothes. Teasing me mostly. When I finished up, he handed me $50.00 and thanked me for my outstanding work. Just as I was going out the door he stops me in my tracts. Oh, by the way, had lunch with my son today. You came up in the conversation. I turned around and demanded to know what was said. He laughed and said to stop worrying, our secret is still safe, for now. I wanted to know what he meant, for now? Oh, just saying, he tells me. You know, you keep me satisfied and we have an iron clad secret. I left without saying another word. Went home, put the fifty on the table. sat down and cried. I think this is the first time it really hit me that I was now my husband's wife and his father's slut sex slave. I am stuck with no way out.

    It never stopped. This guy could get off one way or another every day of the week. Handjobs, blowjobs, full fucking, and anal every day, 5 days a week. Always a different place around the house or outside the house. In the shower, on the toilet, on the bathroom or any room floor, the bed, the vanity, the closet, the kitchen table, the kitchen counter, on the washer, the dryer, the freezer, where ever he felt like it. Most days he never even dresses any more but always expected to be right there when he desires. He ask nothing any more. It is all commands. I do as he commands. Even when he decided that two of his close friends, one single and one married should join him with a little gang bang of me. Now, it is at least one of these guys every week visiting the house and FIL just lets them do as they please with me. Of course, they all leave the cash. One of the nicer things is that now I get my pussy eaten of a good finger job on my clit so I get some pleasure out of it too. I also get to go home to my husband who loves to fuck me even if it isn't that often. His choice, not mine. I have thousands tucked away in a safe place and still have no idea how to reveal it. I thinking of handing it to my FIL and asking him to give to my husband for us to take a cruse. A gift from FIL to my husband.

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