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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 / 27

    So I haven't been financially stable especially this month having to pay 2 houses all on my own
    So somewhere along the way I met this guy just chatting nothing serious and one day he says he wants to meet up

    So I agree eventually...we had a great time just having drinks actually having a real conversation
    Think I had a little too much to drink and things got a little intense and hit..
    On the way home he puts my hand on his cock I hesitated at first but eventually just thought fuck it might as well been going through alot and needed to take my mind of things

    So we ended up at my place and next thing we knew I was against the wall outside already
    He was huge so it felt good to be picked up for change ..
    We brought it into the house eventually after some muffing and cock sucking.
    Now i just had a miscarriage and I was still bleeding a bit but he didnt care and in the movement neither did I. We fucked for a few hours and when we were done the words just came out
    "Do you have money for me?" Surprisingly he took out a 600 and face it to me ... he gave me one last kiss and left
    Now I'm wondering if I just prostituted myself ??? Did I like it ?? Will that be the last now that I know I can get money from spreading my legs ..I'm dying to tell my best friend but we don't talk anymore there you go adult confession ..You then first...

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

    Sweet Lips was the nickname they gave me, not because of my mouth.

    Usually there was two, three or four of us, never more than four. We were dressed in tight soccer jerseys from championship teams, always too small, our breasts and nipples poking out. No pants, no underpants, soccer socks and new sneakers.

    We were the desert. After the meal, when they were having their after dinner scotch or brandy, we were brought out and we sat on the table with our legs open, our pussies always trimmed but not bald, we held ourselves up with our hands behind us, the madam would then bathe our pussies in syrups, and the men would go down and slurp, suck, lick up the desert. They could lick and suck as long as they wanted, although usually the tasty treat was gone after a few minutes. Cigars were passed around, the men had their drink and cigar, we sat quietly on the table with our pussies open and they would use our vaginas to insert and bathe the cigars, a MONICA.

    All of us were pretty, we had to wear our hair straight and long, no make up, we had to be pretty without make up, our lips had a bit of gloss, the madam trimmed us so we would be perfect. We were recruited at school, we were paid for each dinner party we served. In my house I had to save the money, I couldn't explain how I had so much money so I saved it. Other girls bought themselves clothes or other items, I guess in their homes no one asked.

    No fucking, absolutely no fucking. There were other girls for that, we were only for desert, very expensive, an after the meal delicacy. The madam told us she learned about it in Japan and she discovered that her clients would pay whatever she priced us at. As we grew older, and we were no longer suitable for the dinner table, she offered us to stay and entertain the men in the salon, or the bedroom, if they wanted to pay. I dropped out because I had a gentleman who wanted to look after me, but several of the girls I knew from our school stayed because of the money they could make.

    A few of us found gentlemen who took us over when we were the right age, but this was not true for a lot of the girls. The man I was set up with owned several car dealerships, and from time to time I had to do advertising or promotions. He was a long time client of the madam, and he always asked for me after dinner. He didn't want me on the floor or in the salon, and he could pay to keep me away.

    Sweet Lips, I was Sweet Lips to him and even long after I had outgrown the dinner table at the madam's place, he had me for an after dinner delight, always thinking of different sauces, or condiments, or syrups to use.

    One day you are grown up, you live in an apartment that is kept for your gentleman, you drive a nice car. Your family lives back there, where you grew up, where you went to the school that the madam recruited you from. If your pretty, you could get recruited. Not all the girls are pretty or had the right color skin. Not white, definitely not black, light smooth honey colored skin, lots of Puerto Rican girls from the neighborhood have light honey colored skin. That is why the madam went to our school to recruit for her dinner table, or for the salon if you weren't right for the dinner table.

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

    Nine months ago I entered a hotel room occupied by one of my bosses and a man who was a senior executive of another company. It was a sex meeting, where I was the pay off for the executive to sign up for a business deal. There wasn't much in the two hours I spent getting fucked, and anything else you can probably think, we didn't do.
    From sucking on their cocks countless times, to licking their assholes as each man fucked both my holes. Double vaginal and anal, plus every conceivable position you can imagine. By the time I showered with the executive, where he fucked my asshole yet again, I'd taken three loads of cum from both men, and had had many many orgasms myself.
    The pay off for me was a promotion and a large financial bonus once the deal was signed.
    Throughout the nine months I tried and succeeded in maintaining an air of respectability in my new role, but now I have a problem.
    My boss lost his job recently and the company I worked for, have been taken over by the senior executives company. He immediately on gaining control, gave me a new position and a far better salary. It's mostly under him you could say, as he fucks me two to three times a week, either in his office or at the same hotel we first had sex. Which in any other circumstances wouldn't be a problem.
    But my circumstances have changed as I'm now dating a really wonderful man. He also works for our new chief boss, but as a consultant. Only the other day I overheard my boss telling him he has a ongoing sexual relationship with a female staff member. He didn't say who, but did say he could find out next month when they're both going to be traveling over to Canada for business. I've already been told I'm taking the trip too, and will be expected to "Entertain" my boss and his favorite consultant.
    Now what the fuck do I do ?.......

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  • — I Did It For The Money —
    Straight Male / 24

    Usually after a night of drinking, on my way home, I stop in this upscale hotel to use their washrooms if the need arises. The washrooms are pretty large and fancy and nice to do your business in. One night I am at a urinal and a 40 year old guy comes in and does the same and begins talking to me. I can see him trying to look into my urinal to get a look at me. He asks me is I am gay and I tell him I am not. He asks if I would let him suck me off for $100. I told him again I wasn't gay. He tells me he didn't mind and that he would do all the work and all I would have to do is basically nothing for an easy $100. He pulls out a $100 bill which showed me he was serious and I began to think that it would be easy money, and even though he was a guy, it would most likely still feel good. I was about to say yes when he pulled out another $100 bill doubling his offer. I immediately accepted and he handed me the two $100 bills and told me to put them in my pocket. He asked if I wanted to do it out here or in one of the stalls. I figured the stall would be more private so I said the stall. The stall was roomer than most stalls so it wasn't going to be as cramped as I thought it would be. We put the toilet seat down and I sat on it with my cock out while he began to suck me. He paused at one point and said he wanted my legs over his shoulders but said my pants would need to come right off. I said "OK" and he said he would do it. He took my shoes off first so he would be able to slide my pants off. My pants were off along with my underwear and he decided to take my socks off too which he neatly put one into each shoe. I was sitting on the toilet again with my legs over his shoulders and him beginning to suck me again. He stopped again at one point and removed my shirt. Even though I was fully naked now I didn't mind because what he was doing felt real good and I was getting paid for letting him do it to me. I was getting real close to cummimg and he finished me with his hand. My cum shot on my chest, hit my face and some even got into my hair. He suggested I go out to the sink area the way I was and clean myself up. I was worried about being naked and he reassured me it was late and no one would walk in at this hour. I was standing there at the sink naked wiping my cum off my chest, face and hair. He looked at his watch and told me he had to go. I was left alone and quickly finished cleaning myself off and went to get dressed. I got dressed and quickly noticed the $200 was gone along with all my other money and wallet. I just got screwed over by him. It looks like this was just a clever way for him to rob me.

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

    I grew up in a project apartment building. Next door was a guy who liked me and he spread me and fucked me before I had full boobs or pubes. He liked looking at me, and he would hold me up by my ankles and suck my pussy. I was a little older before he started giving me dick to suck.

    He left the apartment building and I stayed virgin until I got old enough to take a part time job at the pharmacy. My job was maintaining the order on the shelves. I got the manager's dick in the ladies room, hard up while I leaned over the sink. He never made me suck him, he just wanted to fuck me.

    I dropped out in the 11th grade and took a job in fast food. A customer would always wait for me to take his order, change lines or whatever. He would leave me notes about meeting him and he left me 20 dollars. I met him where he told me to go. I knew what he wanted so when he pulled it out I sucked him. If he wanted to fuck he had to pay me more money. He was my only client, but I made 40 to 100 dollars a week meeting him.

    At 19 I got a job at a strip club even if I was small and had no tits. I could dance pretty good and there are guys who like small girls. I did ok. One of my off duty clients took me to this empty apartment and gave me a anal sex. I thought he was going to hurt me, but once he got anal sex he fucked me and left me without paying. After that I always took the money up front.

    At 24 I got pregnant. I reality I got pregnant on purpose. I was 'dating' a man I had met at the club, he had me as a girlfriend, I spent the night with him, and he took me to nice places. He just liked dancers and he liked me to dance for him in private. He had money and worked in an office and had a nice car. I just decided I would get pregnant.

    The truth is that when I was getting pregnant I wasn't thinking about child support or other money. It was like I couldn't control myself and all I wanted to do was get pregnant.

    Because I was pregnant I had to quit my job at the club and work at a real job which paid a lot less. He helped me and with the baby about to be borne I quit working all together.

    I don't live in an apartment like I did growing up, I live in a nice place. He says he isn't my sugar daddy, but he is, and he can't keep his hands off. He likes me having a kid and visiting me.

    He is a lot older than me, he is at least 50 or more. Sometimes I sit and watch him when he watches the television. I wonder what he is thinking having a 25 year old girlfriend with his kid. He could do a lot better. I tell myself that he likes me. I don't mess around on him.

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  • — I Did It For The Money —
    Straight Female / 24

    So a few years ago I was hired to "entertain" a group of guys. They offered me... a lot of money, like, way more than I'd ever gotten for one night before, and the guy who hired me said it was because I was going to be doing quite a bit and I probably wouldn't like all of it.

    That was an understatement.

    It was 30 guys, older guys, the youngest was probably mid to late 30s, and right away I kinda felt like I wanted to back out but it was so much money I just couldn't pass it up, I figured if tonight sucked (pun not intended) then oh well at least the money would be worth it.

    They had how the night was going to go planned out, they had all apparently agreed to this specific way things were going to go, I just needed to go along with it.

    The first thing was they all wanted a blowjob. So, one after the next I sucked all 30 of them off. As I did they all wanted me to spit, they gave me a big bowl and when they came I spit into it. I probably should have been concerned about that. By the time I was done, my jaw was stiff and the back of my throat was sore from more than a few of them getting overzealous and fucking my face.

    Second they all lined up for pussy. They all wore condoms but I had made sure to take my birth control and I took plan b the next day to be sure. I couldn't see, but I guess once each of them finished they also emptied those into the bowl. As with the blowjobs, after 30 guys my pussy was getting sore, and I still was barely halfway through the night.

    Third, of course, they lined up to fuck my ass. I'm not big on anal on the best day but I was already sore and tired, I had to remind myself how much they were paying me before I bent over. They didn't use condoms this time, and there was a reason for that. Every guy came in my ass, and after each one they put their fingers in and dug their load out, right into the bowl. After doing this 30 times I wasn't sure I was ever going to walk right again, they used plenty of lube but I still felt so raw and it hurt to use the toilet the next few days.

    But that wasn't the end of it, all of that was just leading up to what they wanted me to do next. They gave me back the big bowl, now a little less than half full of cum, spit, lube, and anything else they may have put into it while I wasn't watching. They told me to do different things with it, get a lot of it in my mouth and spit it back into the bowl, take some and rub it on my face, on my tits. One guy came up and shoved my face in the bowl, held me there until I started struggling because I couldn't breathe before letting me up. I started crying but they couldn't tell or didn't care.

    Finally though, they wanted me to drink it. That would be the last thing. The guys who could still get hard by that point jerked off while they watched me pour it into a big glass and drink it. Some of them came on my face while I was drinking but a few came in my mouth when I was done with the glass and I swallowed those too.

    Then they just left. One of them threw the money at me so it kinda went everywhere, but it was everything I was promised, and they all just left without saying anything. I went home and took the longest shower of my life then fell into bed and passed out immediately. Now I don't think I would do that again unless I was being paid at least like twice as much as that time, but at the time I really needed it.

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  • — I Did It For The Money —
    Straight Female / 36

    A few years ago my husband decided to start pimping me out. We didn't need the money, he just thought it would be fun. I was apprehensive at first, but since it started out as just his friends it kinda just felt like swinging (something we also hadn't done) but they give me money after. I knew the guys so it was fine.

    Then once I was comfortable with that he brought in a few more "customers", people from work, friends of friends, etc. and I was nervous because I didn't know them but it wasn't a big deal once we actually started.

    Since we were mainly doing it for fun, he came up with like a price list, like a menu you'd expect to see a fictional prostitute with but not really a real one. I'll post the full menu in the comments if you want it, it's pretty detailed and extensive.

    Weirdly, the part that turns me on the most is that everything I earn goes directly to him, I have no control over it and he uses it however he wants. I like seeing what he buys with the money I make for him, especially when it's something stupid, or temporary, or something that's exclusively for him to use. Two days ago I came home with $450 and he used all of it to buy beer. I don't drink beer, I hate the taste, he knows this, and the day he came home with $450 worth of beer I brought him one out of the fridge and sucked his cock while he drank it.

    I don't know why that specifically is what turns me on most about this, maybe some psychologist could tell me, but it does, and every time I hand over the cash I got from a client I find myself hoping he "wastes" it all like that.

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

    I never knew who my biological father was. My mother didn't know him either. She was 17 when I was born, he came through town and no one ever saw him again.

    When my mother was in her early thirties, I was 15, we needed an apartment. We went to this small privately owned complex with eight units. They were too expensive but the owner told us that we could have the apartment but from time to time we would take care of things for him.

    Taking care of things for him meant he came over and my mother had to have sex with him. He stopped my two or three times a week, sometimes he stayed for supper, sometimes he left money, lots of times he bragged to me how good my mother was and if she wasn't we would be out on the street.

    I was 17, and one day he said that and I slapped him. He slapped me and sent me to the ground. My mother told me to apologize to him and that I needed to pay my own way and she sent me into the room with him. I don't know why, I didn't care. He asked me to get undressed and lay back on the bed. I took what he had to offer and when he got off I got up and got dressed and left the room. From then on I paid half the rent.

    He still fucks my mother and if I get to close he tries to fuck me. I won't say I always get away, he succeeds more than he fails. My mother has a place to live, that is the way I look at it. She is 40 now and without living rent free it would be hard. The thing is, and I have never told him that, I have never given up my pussy to anyone else.

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  • — I Did It For The Money —
    Straight Female / 21

    I am 21 and a sophomore college student. As a freshman I almost did not make it, the cost was too high and i had to work non-stop. I know some girls escort but while i am no prude I am just not there.

    I am stripping in a club now, and only work thur-strauday nights. i am doing ok i guess. I don't mind being naked and i can really dance and my boobs are built for this work! i have gotten use to the VIP room where you basically do private lapdances and grind on the guy for a little extra. It's not quite dry humping but it is more then showing your body, because there is some limited contact but at 40 bucks a song i have learnt to embrace it.

    Some girls do extra favors in my club. The guy basically tips the bouncer to take a walk, and you give a hand job or maybe some head. It is rare, though because 1) it is against the law and getting caught fucks over everyone from you personally tot he whole club and 2) With a VIP lapdance already being 40 bucks, it takes at least 100-150 to get a girl to consider the risk of a handjob and head is going start at least around 350.

    Honestly, i've never given head, I am not even been asked to do that. But i have given a few handjobs (not many). But last week a regular asked me to fuck in the vip room. First i assume it happens but i never yet heard anyone talk about it, then again, if you did do it you likely never admit to it. But he offered me 500 bucks plus 100 bucks to tip the bouncer to walk away. I first I said no right out the door, he is 20 plus years older then me, and fat and married, so ewww! But he showed me the cash and he had a condom and told me it only had to be for one song like a lapdance, but with penetration. The idea that is was just lapdance, but with penetration was brilliant on his part and really talked me down and made it not such a big deal in the moment.

    I needed the money, so i gave the bouncer 50 bucks and pocketed 550 and my heart started pounding like mad again! So i got him hard but rubbing my big boobs all over him and I put the condom it. And jacked it a bit until the next song started and i just got up and sat on his lap when the song started and he penetrated me with no words exchanged (The song was Rihanna's Pour It, if you are interested to know). And for a little over 3 and a-half minutes he fucked me and actually was not half bad. He certainly knew what he was doing and had it been for a longer time, with some foreplay, i certainly might have cummed.

    But a deal is a deal, the song ended and jumped up off his cock, job done! He had not cummed so i was kind enough to let him whack it to a finish while i talked dirty in his ear, "You like fucking that tiny tight college pussy? yeah, you like buying me, don't you? You know you made me a dirty little whore don't you, you like that huh? I hope you never forget that, what would me daddy say if he knew? I am finally the bad girl everyone accused me off." and shit like that. I learnt from my times giving handjobs the talking dirty in a guys ear pops him as faster then anything else.

    So yeah, i made 550, but honestly, it was a hardline to cross, and emotionally harder and more long lasting then i can explain here. It did come at a cost to me on a personal level. Part of me died, I lost a level of innocence i'll never get back. Despite the dirty talk, i really am ashamed about what I did. Plus, i don't know why but i am plague with guilt because I know he is married, and i knew it when i did it, i just need money to much and i went against my own morals. But 550 bucks is all i make all night sometimes, and i got it in just over 3 minutes so yeah, i just to deal with it. He has not been in for a while (likely he is broke) but it not sure what i will do if he asks again, maybe raise the price?

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  • — I Did It For The Money —
    Bi-Sexual Male / 53

    Back in our 20s my then girlfriend, later wife, and I lived in New York, in Manhattan. This was the late 70's and early 80's and sex was everywhere in mid town and it's environs. Screw magazine contained ads for hookers, bi, straight, lesbian, male on male, old, scat, pee, anything anyone wanted. Platos Retreat was in full swing, and my girlfriend and I went there many times to screw each other in front of others, to watch others screw and on a few occasions to partake of others in our sex. She and I both found our bi and homosexual sides there. Nothing was off limits. We had a great apartment, but when she lost her job it was difficult to maintain our lifestyle and living quarters.

    We took an ad in Screw Magazine as a bisexual couple willing to have sex for money in front of others. At first we thought just for others to watch us but it turned into more. We got our first phone call the first day the issue was in the stores and kiosks. It was a penthouse dweller, upper east side, and he wanted to watch us have anal and oral sex. We left with $300, I had my balls drained twice and she had swallowed a load and left with another up her ass hole. We were so over the top happy, we went home and fucked again, this time in her hairy pussy. We didn't thing to put hours of availability in that first ad, which was paid for 4 issues already, so around midnight we got another phone call. This time a visiting man in a hotel wanted us to come to his room and fuck in his bed. He, like the first guy, jacked off while sitting and watching. My girlfriend and I took out time, kissing, oral on each other, finger fucking, tit sucking, a few smacks on her beautifully shaped butt, and the guy came over to us and started touching her tits. We said that wasn't in the mix and he threw down an additional $100 and said it was only to touch. So we let him touch her, then for another $50 he was touching us both. We fucked, he came on her right tit and told me to lick it off. Then we got a call at 3am and this was simple, he wanted me to fuck her, leave her dripping over his cock while he jacked off. I missed the first 2 hours at the office the next day due to lack of sleep. We made almost $1000 on the first day. Not every guy was as generous, but our average was enough that we didn't need my job, I went on a contractor basis to keep employment but also to keep my hours less rigid.

    We graduated to letting others fuck us both, we'd both suck cocks, both eat pussies. We were hired by old men, middle-aged men, women of all ages, mid to older couples, and a few younger guys who just wanted to fuck a guys girlfriend or wife (we told we were a married couple) in front of the guy. We stayed in the lifestyle for 4 years, made a load of money, had all the sex we could imagine, did unspeakable, kinky things to each other, to others, and let them be done to us by others. But we also bought a nice place upstate, and during the initial years of rentals turning to condos, we bought early, and even bought other friends apartments. We cashed out on the apartments several years ago, sold the place upstate and now live in Europe, with two homes in the U.S. We still very vocally talk about the things we did for money in the old days and we get just as horny and fuck like crazy talking about it.

    I realize that for most people prostitution leads to drugs, addictions, and a terrible life ending up on the streets or worse, but with us doing it together, having the education and background in investment, along with no jealousy at all. . . it was and still is a very horny and good memory.

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