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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 / 29

    A self admitted confession. My boss made a pass at me and my first instinct was to kick him in the nuts. But I had a moment of reflection and I let the pass connect. For four years I milked it, but stupid me fell in love. Now who is the fool, washing his sox and cleaning his toilet.

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

    Pre-teen, I was taken away by the authorities as my neighbors turned in my parents who were both drug addicts. I was taken, a bit later, at 13, to the home of an attorney and his wife, then in their 30s. I recall eating my first fantastic meals with them, roast chicken, fresh steamed vegetables, home made soups, gorgeous apple and other fruit pies a la mode. I had never even seen food like that. When they gradually started to come on to my little body I let them both have all and whatever they wanted.

    Eventually, they sexed me together, naked, and in what I now realize was hot, erotic ways, like fucking each other with my little nude body between them, and so forth. They both liked going down on me at the same time and with each other while I watched. They loved him fucking our mouths, pussies, one after the other. I liked doing it and watching a lot.

    They had an older, adopted daughter, Rory, then in her early 20s, living away and attending law school, visiting us briefly, she would join us, sexually. She enjoyed them but really turned on to me and fucked me a lot to make me into a firm bi-girl. Her mouth, tongue, pussy and lips would take me to huge orgasms. Rory humped my legs and body with her wet pussy and even the moisture turned me on.

    Eventually, I got used to it all and enjoyed whatever they did with me. I ended up putting on a few pounds and by my mid-teens, looked like a normal, well fed girl. As it turned out, also well fucked. When I turned 21, they adopted a third, preteen girl and started her on her own indoctrination. They invited me in but for some reason, I did not join in with the new, little girl. I can't say why I did not. By then, I was seeing Rory on the side and still do. We can't stay away from each other.

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

    We got married young and are still very much in love. Through financial difficulties we'd begun to struggle really badly. My wife worried a lot about our situation, especially when the company I work for were seeking redundancies.

    One of the joint owner's approached me, a man called Roy. He's fifty seven now, slim and still very much into cycling. When he asked to speak to me in his office, I thought this is it, I'm getting laid off. Instead Roy gave me an option to not only stay with the company, but to be promoted.

    That day I returned home telling my pregnant wife I had a much better paid job, and was now a manager.
    What I didn't tell her, is Roy had sucked on my dick, then had me fuck him over his huge oak desk. In all after I'd cum up his asshole the first time, with him telling me to, Roy had me fuck him twice. The second time, when he'd sucked me back to a hard on, my boss rode my cock on his office's carpeted floor.

    Cumming again up his ass, he gave me the rest of the day off, telling me to report to him every afternoon at four o'clock. Using the showers in the gym across the road, I went to tell my wife my job was safe. And that we'd have an extra fifteen hundred bucks a month coming in.

    Our financial situation is totally different now. We've recently moved into a new home with our baby daughter, and I've just changed our twelve year old car for a nearly new one.

    Eighteen months on, I'm still fucking Roy most week days, and have even sucked off the Co owner, Chet, a few times recently. He's married, but has a big cock like myself and enjoys it being sucked for a long time. Something his sixty year old wife will no longer do. Chet isn't like Roy, as he's completely against anyone getting near his ass. So I'm restricted to sucking him off when he's around.

    The reason I'm confessing this today, was my wife's reaction to me confessing to her two weeks ago.
    I told her everything. Her reaction was "I know, I spoke to Roy the week before your promotion, telling him about our situation. He told me he LIKED you and I should expect you home a little later".

    I was stunned at first. Not only did my wife know about me and Roy, she'd helped set it all up. I was wondering a few weeks ago when Chet had me sucking on his cock, he'd said something about my wife, but I'd misheard him. It was about her agreeing to something or other. That something, was allowing and knowing her husband's two senior bosses were having sex with her husband.
    So far I haven't confronted her, maybe because I'm now enjoying fucking Roy so much. But even more, I'm really getting off on sucking off Chet's big cock. I'm even swallowing his load these days. And having said what I have previously about him and asses, he mentioned the other day if I'd go along with the possibility of him fucking me. When I mentioned Roy, he smiled and told me "I won't fuck my brother".

    I swear, I never even knew they were related.

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

    I got divorced and I moved into a small house with my son. My kids was in fourth grade and one evening this man came to my house and asked to speak with me. He was with the local scouting group and he told me that they had been told that my fourth grader might want to join the cub scouts. This was the first I had heard about it but he assured me that he had told a boy who was in scouting that he would want to join.

    My son joined and although he was just a cub scout there were plenty of activities that were hard for me to do with him, among them camping. The man, I will now have to call him John, John offered to take him camping with him and his son. John offered to help me clean up the back yard of my house, using our sons as labor. John took my car into the shop for me to get the struts fixed so I wouldn't have to deal with the mechanics. John helped me find a tutor for my son. John had me suck his penis.

    Yes I sucked his penis one afternoon in the bathroom when the boys were at a den meeting. John fucked me in the bathroom. John called me his baby doll. John liked to grab me from behind and feel me up. John liked to grab my tits. John came over at odd hours and fucked me. John liked me to get on my knees in the kitchen and suck his penis. On my knees, unzip his pants, take out his penis and suck him in the kitchen. I got the message.

    John helped me buy another car. John arranged for me to use the miles he had accumulated with American Airlines to join him on vacation in Florida. John stood on the balcony overlooking the pool and I kneeled on the floor and sucked his penis. I bent over the balcony in the evening and he fucked me while we looked down at the pool. John bought me a nice necklace while we were on vacation.

    If you are a man's wife everyone expects you to suck his penis. If you suck his penis and you are not his wife then you are a mistress, or a sugar baby, or the very best thing maybe a girlfriend. But when you suck his penis and take his money you are whore. He paid me, or gave me money. I sucked his penis because he gave me money, I felt obligated to do something. The more I sucked his penis and the more I let him fuck me the more money I got, including the car and the vacation.

    I got called out by my sister. She is the one that calls me a whore and stop pretending that I was his girlfriend and I sure wasn't his mistress. After so many months the whole thing cooled off, the money stopped, the gifts stopped, the help stopped, I had to make arrangements to get my son to scouts, we had a casual arrangement. His wife was back in the picture and the affair was over.

    In the neighborhood I was the girlfriend, I never considered myself a mistress because he was separated, and I wasn't supported so I wasn't a sugar baby. What I was, was a whore who sucked his penis and fucked him for money. If he had never started to spend money on me I would never have gotten on the bathroom floor and sucked his penis. If he wasn't offering to pay for my car I wouldn't have gotten on the kitchen floor and sucked his penis. If he hadn't paid for the vacation I wouldn't gave gotten on my knees and sucked his penis overlooking the pool.

    My sister didn't call me a whore because it was my first time. It is not the first time I was a whore, I have a weakness for men with money. My son's father was my sugar daddy, and the baby was a major inconvenience and he still holds it against me. He pays child support but he doesn't want much to do with my son. Out of site is out of mind.

    I have always gotten men to pay for me. And when they do I have sex with them.

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  • — I Did It For The Money —
    Straight Female / 22

    My husband and I divorced after a few years. I should have known it wasn't going to work out but I was stupid in thinking he would change. My ex husband was a heavy drinker, he couldn't do anything without a drink or at least a beer in his hand.

    I was trying to go to school to get my degree, so I had no job when we divorced. I started to rent a room from people, since that's all I could afford. I got a job that would at least pay for a room.

    I was really struggling to keep the job and study, I was falling asleep in class and then at work. One day a co-worker told me about a guy that would give me a room in exchange for cleaning his house.

    I shrugged it off until I failed one of my mid term exams. I didn't even remember studying for half of the questions. I asked my co-worker about the guy that she told me about. She made a call and told me the job was mine if I wanted it.

    I got a ride to the house, it was rather large two story Victorian. I knocked on the door and a guy in his mid forties answered. He was a bit rough looking, meaning he looked like he just belonged working outside. His build was solid, large hands and a big smile.

    His name was Alex, he was a engineer. Alex traveled a lot and he wanted someone to take care of the house when he was gone, and make sure it was kept clean. Everything was kept nicely, there wasn't junk sitting around anywhere in the house.

    There were two requirements for the job. Alex would do a background check and I had to take a drug test. I was more than happy, I didn't do drugs and I had never been in trouble with the law. Alex said he would get back to me when he got the information back. I told Alex my story and I didn't have a car to get around very easily. Alex picked my up from where I was staying and took me to the clinic for my drug test.

    Afterwards he invited me to lunch and asked me to "spill it" meaning he wanted to know about me. I told him everything, I was pretty deflated morally anyway. I was a better person than my situation had put me in. Alex seemed to understand and told me I was welcome to take the job, this was before he even got the drug test results back. He also told me that he wasn't a guy to take advantage of or take anything from. I told Alex that he wasn't going to have any worries about me stealing anything from him. He looked at me and smiled. We drove over to where I was staying, he helped me pack my things and took me to his house.

    I had only been at the house a few days when I realized why Alex wanted someone to clean, the house seemed to breed dust. It was an old house and I spent a lot of time dusting the floors and furnishings. My bedroom was big and I had a nice view on the second floor. Alex found a desk and brought it to my room for my laptop so I could do my studies after I got home from class.

    Alex went out of town about a week later, he gave me money for food, more money than I really needed. I stashed it away and Alex never questioned me about it. Things went along pretty well for several months. Alex came and went and I studied my ass off trying to get my degree.

    Alex was very smart and sometimes I would ask him about a few classes I was taking. One night he even helped me study for a upcoming exam. Sometimes Alex would go into his office, which was a converted bedroom. He would be in there for a couple of hours, sometimes I would walk by and put my ear to the door.

    One night Alex had a few glasses of wine and he had a buzz going on I could tell. He went into his office and closed the door a short time later. I walked by his door as I was coming down the stairs. I thought I heard a woman's voice, it was a weird sound and then I heard the familiar moaning from a female. I knew Alex was alone in his office, then I heard Alex's voice but I couldn't understand what he was saying.

    Alex came out of his office a little while later. I was in the kitchen, he asked me why I didn't have a boyfriend. That was the first time Alex asked me about why I was single. I told him I wasn't going to be distracted from getting my degree, there was time for relationships after I graduated. Alex started to ask me something else, he seemed to catch himself from asking the question. I had the feeling he was going to ask me if I ever got horny, I don't know what I would have told him.

    Truth was I was horny, it had been almost a year since I had a man inside of me. There were times I would take my pillow and put it between my legs at night and cum into my pillow. I would moan softly into the mattress as I came. I tried to put sex out of my mind but Alex's question seemed to hit a raw nerve. Alex said goodnight and went to bed, I went to bed after a read a few chapters of my book. I took the pillow and placed it between my legs and masturbated feverishly.

    I don't know why but I had a sensation of not being alone. I flipped over onto my back and there stood Alex at the door. He was wearing his white bathrobe, he walked over to the side of my bed as I covered myself with my blankets. I tried to say to him to get out but nothing came out of my mouth.

    Alex sat at the side of my bed, he smiled and reached out and caressed the side of my head and my cheek. His other hand pushed the blanket away, exposing my breasts with my nipples still hard as stones. He caressed each one softly. I didn't want this but I couldn't get the words out to tell him to stop.

    He pushed me down gently, crawled onto the bed, put his fingers into my wet pussy. It had been so long and I cried out with instant pleasure. Alex fucked me with his fingers, I was cumming like crazy. He went down on me, his hot mouth licked me until I begged for release.

    Alex knelt up, removing his terry cloth bathrobe quickly. Omg his cock was beautiful, it was about seven inches and a delicious upward curve. He gabbed my legs and pulled me against him quickly. I clawed the sheets as he pushed his cock into my wetness.

    Alex took his time, fucking me slowly. I squirmed and moaned with every thrust. His body leaned over me, his hard cock began to fuck me harder. I was out of my mind with desire, Alex lowered his head putting his mouth on my breast. He started to bite my nipple and I clawed his back savagely. I begged Alex to fuck me and he didn't hold back. His hips slammed into me and his cock drove deeply into my pussy.

    I came so many times I was about to lose my mind. My ex husband never made me cum the way Alex did. I wrapped my legs around his back and Alex pounded me into the mattress. I was screaming with pleasure as another orgasm ripped through me. Suddenly Alex grunted, I felt it deep inside of my pussy. He was shooting his hot load into me as his hips slammed into me feverishly.

    I clawed him savagely, my scream fell silent, my mouth was open but no sound came out. Alex kept pumping into me for several more moments, all I could do was dig my nails into his back and hold on as we both climaxed together.

    Minutes later it was over, we lay in my bed breathing hard. Alex pulled his spent cock out of me and I moaned with pleasure and disappointment it was over. He pulled me against his warm body and I fell asleep within minutes.

    I don't know how much time had passed, my body was being rolled over onto my back. In the darkness Alex was between my legs once again. His hard cock speared me again, I was still soaked with his cum, he slid inside of my pussy easily.

    He fucked me slowly for a few moments but then his hips began to thrust with urgency. My hands went to his broad shoulders and dug my nails into his flesh as he rammed his curved cock to the hilt. I could only gasp with pleasure as Alex fucked me like a rag doll, another orgasm tore through my loins.

    Alex Fucked me hard and fast. I was a fuck toy to him now and I didn't care one bit. I had never been fucked so good in my life, I wasn't about to tell Alex to stop. I dug my nails deeper into his flesh, wrapped my legs around him again, he buried his cock into my pussy so deep I thought I was going to faint.

    I barely remember Alex cumming inside of me, I was out of my mind with lust. I lay on the bed breathing like I had run a marathon. Alex lay down next to me, pulling me against his sweaty body, we crashed out within minutes.

    We fucked like newlyweds the next few days. I hated when Alex went on his business trips but we texted as much as possible. Alex left me money to buy more than food. I bought sexy lingerie and then we would face time while he was gone. When Alex gets home from his business trips we go right to the bedroom. I may be getting financial benefits but I really do love being with and having Alex fuck me.


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  • — I Did It For The Money —
    Straight Female / 55

    My marriage to my current partner in Hinsdale, Illinois is a lie. I was born Mary Meixner, but my husband Bob made me change my name to Nina Meixner shortly after our marriage. He told me that Nina was a much sexier name than Mary, and he wanted to screw me as Nina, not Mary. I agreed, but he is so dominating in every way. Bob makes me wear handcuffs and a very painful lip ring in bed. He says he can only get a hard-on if I am immobile and unable to fight back. He designed this lip ring with a pad lock that only he knows the combination to. It is extremely painful when he pulls on it during sex, but he says he can only orgasm when I scream in pain. He is also very abusive emotionally, calling me slut in front of my family and squeezing my tits so hard that I have developed bruises than never go away. Now he says he wants to also fit me with a nose ring he has designed. It will also have a pad lock but I dread having him put another ring on me which he can manipulate painfully during sex. I am a very retiring individual and hate arguments of any kind. Should I agree to Bob's new request to keep the peace and preserve our sex life, even though I get no satisfaction?

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  • — I Did It For The Money —
    Transsexual Female / 50

    I was in the military in W. Germany in the 80s and just got married. I was planning to just stay a male and not let anyone know I secretly am all girl. Then I met this guy and I fell in love with him.

    I found two apartments one was 2 bedrooms and the other was a 1 bedroom. I rented the one bedroom and asked him to move in with me. He said yes and we slept in the same bed because I was taking my time to bring my wife over to get more time one on one with me and my man.

    He drank and passed out and many times I found my self face down on his cock sucking him off. Then one night I was wearing sexy lingerie with stockings and panties and sucking his big shaft and he woke up. I stopped but called my name and asked me to please keep sucking my cock. I said that since your awake maybe we can go cock thrusting in my ass to see how deep you can go. He smiled and then he started to mount me and then I felt his cock go in me and I moaned like I have heard women do on porn but I don't have nearly enough penis to get a woman to moan.

    From that magical moment on he and I shared many great memories every night or day. I still am deeply in love with my man and we haven't seen each other for years and would still get on my knees and give him a blowjob. I love you so much my true love John.

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  • — I Did It For The Money —
    Straight Female / 30

    Myname is Stephanie, I am married, an R.N. with 2 daughters now, but when I was and undergrad at Georgia Southern i was broke all te time until a guy offered to pay me to give him a blow job. It was a quick $30 and i did it several times a week, then he hooked me up with his buddies and i was sucking 6 or 8 a week. One day, one said he would rather fuck me. I said no,he offered $200 cash. I fucked him. He told his buddies and i was fuckingevery night. I had lots of money, moved into an apartment and started seeing guys there. I fucked my way through college as n made a lot of money until i got a job as a nurse and got married.

    But, I still see three of them monthly and will until they tire of mem my husband has no clue and, I am pretty sure my youngest is the child of one of them, not my husbsnd.

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  • — I Did It For The Money —
    Straight Male / 42

    My wife, Christina Marie (Crissy), is 46. She is 5’6”, a natural blonde with a perfect curvy figure.

    She is an administrator at a technical school for Art. Crissy has her MFA (Masters in Fine Arts) and went in to teaching right after college. She worked her way up in to administration.

    In 2008, when she was a an adjunct professor, she was let go because of the recession. By 2009 she still hadn’t found steady work and contacted he former job about any new contract work. The Provost (head of that campus), Martin Hopkins, invited her to a dinner meeting. He openly flirted with Crissy and she assumed she could use that to her advantage. Crissy checked to make sure I was OK with their meeting. It didn’t matter though, because we needed the money.

    Crissy came home and told me that there was good news and bad news. There was somewhat regular work and she would have to travel between their three campuses, located around the state. Each time would usually be for about 5 days per campus, per semester, to help with multiple classes and the rate was $60 an hour. I immediately said that’s great! That’s almost 30k per year before taxes and expenses. Crissy then reminded me that I didn’t know exactly what she was doing. So I asked and she said she it would be a “life model” if she takes the work. I said that didn’t sound bad. Crissy asked if I knew that meant nude? I had all kinds of questions and couldn’t get them out fast enough. In short, Crissy would have to get naked in front of her former students and co-workers, for different kinds of drawing, painting, sculpting and photography classes. Also, her sessions would be videoed and posted on YouTube for online students and future reference.

    I told Crissy she didn’t have to do this. She had never been much of an exhibitionist, she even wears a one-piece to the beach. Crissy was visibly shaken by the whole thing, but put on a brave face and said she would do it for the money. Secretly I was I wanted to see the YouTube video and imagined watching her.

    Crissy went for her first trip, but it only lasted 2 days. She didn’t want to talk about it. Then she got called out again, this time for a full week. She was a little more open to discussing it. Crissy said that she was given an empty classroom that wasn’t very private to change in. She had to arrive an hour early and wear only a robe so she didn’t have marks from her clothes. The classroom filled up with students and when the time came, she had to disrobe in front of the whole class. Crissy said, what made it worse was that there was a window in the door, so everyone walking by could look in and two cameras filming her as well as broadcasting the session on CCTV in the media center. Then came the last day of that trip. Crissy was to go out in the campus yard and pose nude for an abstract photography class.

    Crissy didn’t talk about it at all until she got called out again. This time she was supposed to go to her home campus. She confessed that she was nervous, because she knows these people. Again I told her she didn’t have to go, but she did anyway. Crissy didn’t talk about that at all until a month or so later. I looked on YouTube but couldn’t find anything. Crissy said that the second session she had to sit for on day one, the Provost came in to the room before it had begun with some potential students. He introduced Crissy as “Professor” and explained that she teaches and models for the school. Crissy said that one of the potentials said they would like to sit on class. The Provost agreed to let them have a preview of the course. I did eventually find this video online. They were standing at the back of the room when the time came for Crissy to disrobe. The video is split screen and one camera is from behind slightly to the model’s left and one facing the front angled slightly to the right. The instructor announced “begin”. Crissy was visibly fidgeting. After a moment the professor asked her to “Please remove your robe”. Crissy untied her belt and pulled her robe off. The Provost can be seen clearly in the back, giving “elevator eyes” to my nude wife. Her one piece bathing suit tan-lines very obvious on her pale skin. Crissy said, that Mike, the Provost made sure to make an appearance at every one of her sessions that week. She also said that awkwardly, her former students and co-workers alike would try to make chit-chat while she was getting dressed at the end of a session.

    This went on for a little less than a year when one of Crissy’s former co-workers offered her a chance to make a good lump sum of cash posing nude for a “mature” website. Crissy came home and discussed it with me. She said it did not involve sex, just being naked in provocative poses. She also said that the idea didn’t bother her as much after the past year. So she posed for what turns out to be (we didn’t know at the time), a very famous website under a pseudonym.

    As it turned out, the posing did require some masturbation, using toys and different adult outfits.
    Crissy said that the photographer was a female, so that made her more comfortable, but there were three men in the room as well watching her Masterbate. Something that took her a while to be OK with.

    The very next day after the photo shoot, the Provost called her up again. This time just quickly offering her another adjunct teaching position. From there, Crissy worked her way up to full professor and later a job as an administrator.

    Later on, four month or so, I confessed to Crissy that the idea of her having been naked in front of her co-workers turns me on. It was hard for me to admit and Crissy seemed shocked. Crissy told me that she also had to admit to something. She told me that Mike did not just call her up and offer her the position. She admitted that she went out with him that day for some drinks. It took some back and forth and prying for answers. Crissy said it went too far. I finally got her to answer what too far meant?
    I fucked him. I’m sorry, Crissy told me. I asked her if it was just the once. She reluctantly told me no. She had been “seeing” him and was till at that time. She said she would end it but was afraid she would lose her position again. She admitted to me that she didn’t know why she did it the first time but continued to see him because she enjoyed his company. She said that she didn’t love him though and didn’t want to leave him. Although I was really jealous, I was also turned on by it all. I did get mad at her and we didn’t talk for a couple days. Once I worked through it all, I realized the idea of her having a boyfriend didn’t take away from our marriage, it made it better. Crissy had already broken up with him by then though.

    Now Crissy is an administrator at that same school and her and Mike still work together and have remained “friends with benefits” for all these years. Mike still doesn’t know that I know, which makes it all the more exciting.

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  • — I Did It For The Money —
    Lesbian Female / 48

    I am in a marriage of convenience. For me it is financial, for him it is to have company and a woman. I am not young or easy on the eyes. Life has not been good to me. My husband is 83 and not doing too well. There is no sex, and I have a lesbian background. I want to fall in love again, but finding a girl who wants to fall in love with a poor middle aged woman is a lot to ask for. And I am the kind who crushes on twenty something girls. Not a good formula.

    My husband does own this house but we are looking into a reverse mortgage, all the other money is gone. With the reverse mortgage and his SS payments we can cover the monthlies pretty well. We are getting a 15 year reverse mortgage which would put him at 98. But I will be 73.

    Life is just hard and not fair.

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