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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 / 24

    when i was 14 my older brothers friend offered me 20 bucks to give him a hand job. Stupidly I did it because that was a lot of money to me and i had already been giving them to my boyfreinds anyway for free and i liked it anyway. Then a few other guys too. For awhile i was giving hand jobs and making a 100 bucks a week lots of times more from the rich kids but later everyone knew so i stopped becasue i was looked at as a piece of shit. I'm still thought of as that girl who gives handjobs.

    #40067 — Comments (3) — Apr 24, 2018 at 11:42 AM — That's Juicy! (12) Remove This.
  • — I Did It For The Money —
    Bi-Sexual Male / 31

    I took a job as a detail spec****st for a company that details fine cars for wealthy clients. I was sent out to this house of a man who had a high end sports car. You are not allowed to drive the car, you wash the car and detail it. He is very particular about his cars, and I worked very hard to please him.

    He has a garage with some vintage cars and he asked me to go work for him, to be the man that kept his cars looking good. He paid more than I was getting from the service company, including tips, so I took the job. After working for him for several weeks, my job was not just polishing and detailing the cars, but also making sure that they were serviced and setting them up when he shows them at parties.

    The man that owns the cars likes to have his dick sucked in his cars. That's part of my job too.

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  • — I Did It For The Money —
    Straight Male / 27

    I was looking for a job that paid well. I was led by a friend to apply for a job for a guide for trips to Belize. I interviewed with a man and got the job. The trips are for men signing up to go offshore fishing. I think I got the job because I have a lot of experience doing that.

    I have been propositioned a bunch of times. Asked to come to rooms. Offered money. I have had men come to my room. I am 27. I am your average guy. My job has a strict no involvement with guest policy. My friend arranged for me to take care of the man running the tour. I have to tell these men that I can't meet them just like that, I have to meet them away from the tour. There is a small hotel where there is a room under another name. I meet them there. Strictly cash.

    You don't have to be gay, make some money and go home with it. I'm here and after six months I have over 15K saved. In a year I will be able to another 15K. It is strictly a business thing.

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  • — I Did It For The Money —
    Lesbian Female / 27

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    #39918 — Comments (0) — Apr 7, 2018 at 5:32 AM — That's Juicy! (29) Remove This.
  • — I Did It For The Money —
    Straight Female / 26

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    #39880 — Comments (0) — Apr 3, 2018 at 4:05 PM — That's Juicy! (17) Remove This.
  • — I Did It For The Money —
    Straight Male / 41

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

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

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

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

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

    #39841 — Comments (0) — Mar 31, 2018 at 10:26 AM — That's Juicy! (9) Remove This.
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