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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

    Before I met my current boyfriend I was hired by the guy that I still work for to literally just have sex with him when ever he wants. I was single at the time and was a stripper before that and the guy offered to pay really good. My life was still mine to live as I like as long as he could fuck me whenever he needed. In my opinion it was a better job than being a stripper.

    When I started dating my boyfriend it was a bit awkward to get a call from my boss after spending hours with my new boyfriend but I got used to it as the pay was too good to quit. Now, almost a year later, my boyfriend thinks that I work as a secretary for the guy and that is why I intentionally stay with my boss for 8 hours every day now. We agreed early on that my job had to seem as legit as possible so I just ride around with him where ever he goes.

    Because we spend so much time together now, my boss and I have sex a lot more often than before. I even sometimes find myself starting it without him doing anything to suggest that he wants it. He gets a lot of road head just because I like to suck his dick.

    It is difficult and complicated but I enjoy the sex with my boss more than my boyfriend. I also have started to develop feelings for my boss and he has for me too since we started actually getting to know each other more.

    #38970 — Comments (3) — Jan 21, 2018 at 8:34 PM — That's Juicy! (13) Remove This.
  • — I Did It For The Money —
    Straight Female / 21

    This is so weird I have to post it here. I consider myself just a kid out of school. I went to work for an importer and for some reason, I became the "golden girl" of the office that "everybody wants." I bleach my hair, not fake looking, metallic blonde, but honey blonde with light streaks, in short, still fake looking, but nice.
    My teats are held up by my bra.

    One of my bosses's two lawyers, the older, fatter one, hit on me. I basically told him to fuck off. He continued for months. Finally, I said, "One fuck will cost you 1,000 dollars." just to get him off my back. He pulled out a fat wallet and pealed off 10 100 dollar bills. I was shocked. However, there I was. I told him he definitely needed a condom. He walked off and 20 minutes later, showed me a pack of condoms. We went into the supply room and he dropped his pants. Under his fat belly, his cock was weird and he was only the fifth man I ever fucked, all kids before him, actually. His cock was sort of large, circumcised, and hooked to his left.

    He put on the condom and slid into me and fucked me. He went less than two minutes and then gasped and came hard into his condom. I could feel his hooked cock churning and popping inside me as he filled the condom. He pulled of the condom, then threw it in the waste bin and left the supply room first, then I brushed off, wiped my pussy with paper towels and left the room, $1,000 for less than five minutes altogether. I mean, all the years working at fast food drive through windows for peanuts and all this time I was sitting on a goldmine.

    #38920 — Comments (6) — Jan 18, 2018 at 5:27 PM — That's Juicy! (13) Remove This.
  • — I Did It For The Money —
    Straight Female / 18

    I got an ugly woman, 36 years old, pregnant. She signed papers that I have no responsibility, and paid me $500 to do it to her for 4 days as much as I could while she was fertile. She says I can fuck her when she starts showing, and also suck her tits once the milk starts coming in. She doesn't have that great a body, though pretty big tits with really big areola and nipples, but she isn't good looking at all. She gave me head and let me have her butt the week before we started to get her knocked up. I had fun, ate some great food she cooked, and made some money.

    #38918 — Comments (2) — Jan 18, 2018 at 4:56 PM — That's Juicy! (4) Remove This.
  • — I Did It For The Money —
    Straight Male / 34

    I WAS HITCHINGA RIDE AND A MAN STORED TO GIVE ME A LIFT, SO GOOD I SAY!

    WE TRAVELED OUT OF THE CITY TO ANOTHER CHITTY PASSING ABOUT TEN MILES OF COUNTRYSIDE.

    WHEN WE WEE PASSING A SMALL FOREST HE SCORED, SAID HE WANTED A BREAK, SO OKAY.

    HE STARTED ASKING ME THINGS ABOUT SEX AND EVENTUALLY OFFERED ME MONEY IF I WOULD LET HIM WANK ME OF.

    I HESITATED AND ASI DID HE STARTED INSISTING AND STARTED PLAYING WITH ME.

    I GOT HARD VERY FAST SO THOUGHT WELL WHY NOT.

    BEFORE TWO MINUTES WERE UP HE HAD ME IN HIS HAND PUMPING PRETTY FAST AND HE SAID TO ME "CUM FOR ME YOU'LL FEEL BETTER AFTER".

    SO I JUST SAT THERE WITH THIS STRANGER PUMPING ME LIKE CRAZY AND WHEN I DID CUM HE SAID "YOU ARE A GOOD BOY SENT YOU".

    AFTER WE ARRIVED AT THE OTHER CITY AND HE LEFT ME HIS NUMBER SAYING HE WOULD LIKE TO SEE ME CUM AGAIN FOR HIM. AND THEN WE WENT OUT WAYS.

    HOWEVER...

    SINCE THEN I DID CALL HIM AND HE INVITED ME TO HIS PLACE.

    NOW I GO VISIT HIM TWO OR THREE TIMES A WEEK, HE'S NOT SO FAR FROM ME AND HE WANKS ME HARD AND VERY FAST, ON SOME VISITS LAYING FIVE OR SIX HOURS HE MAKES ME CUM FOR HIM TWO OR THREE TIMES.

    IT FEELS GOOD. STRANGE BUT GOOD AND HE GIVES ME MONEY TOO.

    #38817 — Comments (1) — Jan 12, 2018 at 4:50 PM — That's Juicy! (3) Remove This.
  • — I Did It For The Money —
    Straight Female / 30

    I want to talk about lifestyles,

    At the time I was 27, I was an aspiring artist. I took a job at a gallery to both make commissions from selling other works, and to show my work. The owner of the gallery was an 'older' woman, mid forties, who came from money. She was and is a very good looking woman, not pretty like a little girl pretty, but very good looking. Plus she had the money to dress and have the accessories to wear. I was broke, and had found a room in with two other women in the Hispanic section of town.

    My owner/boss lady started talking to me about sex. She asked me if I was attached and what type of sex I liked. That she liked being around women that were open and were willing to try new things. I needed the work, any work, but right then I needed the job just to pay rent. I didn't have a car and I could use Metro to get to work. I had studied in San Francisco and open sex was everywhere so there wasn't much I had not heard about. But personally, me personally, I had never gone over. I had trouble keeping a relationship, I just had a hard time with guys taking over, but definitely I was not attracted to women. And here she was, inside my personal space, asking me if I was open to trying new things, touching my waist, then my hip, with her boobs up against mine. Her hand on my face surprised me, as did the kiss that followed. The second kiss was long and sweet and soft with her hand on my boob. I had never been kissed like that.

    She withdrew and told me that I needed to let down my guard a little, I was pretty and pretty girls were always in demand. I thought about quitting the job, but I went back the next day and did my job and put up with her touching me and wanting to hold me and kiss me. Her kisses got longer and more often, her kisses were always sweet and tender and long, long kisses with whispers about how pretty I was. The store sold a good amount of work, it had a steady clientele and she helped sell some of my work. When she sold some of my work, she would hype me to her clients, holding me by the shoulders and telling them what a good artist I was and that I was her favorite. I had not done any work for months because I didn't have a studio, so she opened a studio for me, redecorated the gallery, with an open section for me to work, and show off my work in progress, she pushed getting me commissions.

    And she kissed me, kissed me every day. She patted me, petted my bottom, my back, petted my face, she loved to cup my boobs, always telling me just how pretty I was. She held me one afternoon, in a long embrace and asked me if I didn't want to come live with her, she could take care of me and that would make her very happy. She kissed me and said 'don't hurt Mommy's feelings'. From then on, especially after I moved in with her, she always referred to herself as Mommy. The gallery was doing real well, and I spent most of the working day at the gallery, and working on commissions that she found for me. Some of her clients were wealthy couples, but there was a large following of rich women, and it was mostly to these wealthy women that I was doing commissions. They were on a first name basis with my 'Mommy' and they complimented her on discovering me and how pretty I was and how she had to take care of me.

    I was in a different world, a world I didn't really understand, I hardly ever talked to people my age anymore, I mostly only spoke with women who were older, women who told me that I was pretty and that I was lucky to have found someone to take care of me. One evening, after we had dinner, my 'Mommy' came over and put her arms around me, kissed me on the cheek and asked me if I was happy. She wanted to be my Mommy right then. When she was being Mommy like that, she tended to just caress my face and kiss me, but not fondle me or otherwise get sexual with me. That evening she spoke to me about being young and pretty and she asked me if I had thought about being a mother, about having some babies for 'us'.

    She had a friend, a well to do gentleman, who was 'gay', a close friend of hers, and she had talked to him, and she would really like me to have some babies and he had agreed to lend his sperm for me. Nothing physical, there was a way to have this done by a doctor, she rubbed my belly, and told me to please think about it, to think positively and give her some babies.

    I woke up from my slumber. The next time she kissed me I was awake and she asked me what was wrong. I had woken up, and I was afraid. I was 29 and I no longer had any friends my age. I was living with this gay older woman, and her circle of friends was primarily other gay older women. If I was going to have babies, it wasn't going to be like that, of that I was sure. I became poor again, very poor. I found a place, I found a job working the evening shift at the CVS. I found myself again. I escaped.

    #38791 — Comments (4) — Jan 11, 2018 at 10:15 AM — That's Juicy! (5) Remove This.
  • — I Did It For The Money —
    Straight Male / 35

    I have one of the most unique jobs ever! My boss is a huge African-American lady, exotically beautiful in an Amazonian style, with an ass to die for - or under! She works from home, and my 'job' consists of anything between eight to eighteen hours in the utter sensory deprivation of her magnificent rear-end! She has a purpose-made chair, like a recliner, which allows her to totally engulf my face and head, including ears. A taped in place nasal cannula allows me to breathe, and her huge clit half-fills my mouth, making it both simple and enjoyable to suck, lick, and nibble, through almost endless well-spaced out orgasms, which I swallow or choke on. My choice! When she finally tires of this, a small shift of her bulk put her rear orifice over my mouth, and full service is required here too! I am paid a generous hourly rate, and as much overtime as she requires! Counting weekend, I work an average of sixty amazing hours a week, always hoping for more! Occasional breaks for bathroom, food and hydration, break up the work-week somewhat, minimally. She is almost insatiable to the point of near clinical nymphomania, I suspect, and I am so accustomed to what she needs and wants that she climaxes around ten times a day, messily and copiously, all of which I must swallow or choke on! She offered to double my generous wage if I care to act as a human toilet for her, and after trying it one time, I think I will sign the contract! It seems to fulfill some deep dark need within me, which I neither understand, no care about. It is what it is, and now, a year later, I am comfortably off, financially, and addicted to my work, which I intend to remain at, or in, for the foreseeable future, to her satisfaction. I can masturbate unless she slaps my hand away, sometimes, probably enjoying my unfixable arousal. The delay/denial just seems to emphasize the severity of my body-bondage!

    #38734 — Comments (0) — Jan 8, 2018 at 11:57 AM — That's Juicy! (7) Remove This.
  • — I Did It For The Money —
    Straight Female / 22

    Tuesday morning this week, I walked into my bosses office after the festive break and told him I wanted a raise after all the work I'd done for him during the build up to Christmas. His response was to say "Suck my cock then and you can have your raise".
    My boss is fifty one, has a balding head and is overweight. All that didn't stop me dropping to the floor and sucking on the most incredible cock, once he dropped his trousers and boxers. He might be nothing like the boyfriends I've had in the past, but then none of them have had a nine and half inch whopper, that had me drooling from the word go.
    I sucked on his massive cock for an age, then greedily and readily agreed when he asked me if he could fuck me over his desk. Talk about multiple orgasms, by the time he came, spurting his copious amounts of cum up my stretched pussy, I'd climaxed so hard so many times, I lost all semblance of time and didn't care who was fucking me.
    Sat at my desk twenty minutes later, with my pussy was still buzzing, I had something I'd never had before, I had a little orgasm just thinking about his huge tool.
    The raise he's promissed me will in effect almost double my salary. But for that I've now stayed back every night this week and enjoyed him fucking both my pussy and arsehole in his office. The crazy thing is, if I had known about him and his wonderful cock before, I honestly wouldn't give a shit now if he hadn't have raised my pay.

    #38670 — Comments (3) — Jan 4, 2018 at 10:44 AM — That's Juicy! (17) Remove This.
  • — I Did It For The Money —
    Straight Female / 27

    I hated going there 99% of the time but the best part of going to a legit Catholic school was being able to use the uniform with, uh, "customers" who were into it.

    #38604 — Comments (2) — Dec 29, 2017 at 11:27 PM — That's Juicy! (10) Remove This.
  • — I Did It For The Money —
    Bi-Sexual Female / 18

    I used to be Ted ,a tall chubby white male who was chosen for a sexual reajustment surgery and now I am Candy ,an 18 year old sexxy looking high school cheerleader.I wasnt prepared for such a drastic and positive change but I have adjusted and am happy .I was mated with Jackson,,a 23 year old college foot ball star who is tall built like from stone and black. Obviously since he is a black male he does have a huge ten inch cock that is thick as a can of beans but also stays hard as a rock at all times .When he shoots his load his cock doesnt falter and he just takes off fucking some more.He has his poor wifes pussy so stretched out and sore from the abuse but she never denies him sex no matter how many times he has fucked her already this morning.When he hsa to stop because he will be late for work his wifes pussy has his thick cum flowing from it like a blroke faucet.Her ass hole is stretched and gaping so wide it looks like a tenis ball will pass through her hole without touching the sides.Last is her mouth and face,,it looks like she was sprayed in the face with a cum filled high preasure hose .Her whole head is completely coated and it is seeping from her ears eyes and nose.Since she first had sex with her husband all she as able to taste and small is his thick cum .One day she broke down and pleaded with him to give her poor body a break.She told him she had found three wgirls younger than her with the same body type that would be suitable to use as her replacement while she recovered.All three women are now sexually satisfied and living together with each other as the wives of this happy black man

    #38536 — Comments (0) — Dec 24, 2017 at 6:31 PM — That's Juicy! (3) Remove This.
  • — I Did It For The Money —
    Straight Female / 31

    Having no money to buy the kids Christmas presents after my husband was made redundant only months ago, I finally said yes to Frank one of neighbors. He's forty nine divorced and has always hit on me, but in a nice way.
    Talking to him over the fence, I told him we were struggling with finances and with Christmas coming up, it was hard. Frank said "I'd loan you the money if you'd like". I replied by telling him we might not have the money to give him back for some time. Frank smiled at me and said "You don't have to give a penny back, pay me back in kind".
    With my husband out looking for work, I followed Frank into his home and put a down payment on the loan he was going to advance us. For nearly an hour we had some of the best sex I've ever had. Franks cock isn't overly long, about seven inches, but it is very thick and it and him took me to one orgasm after another, as he fucked both my pussy and ass. By the time I walked back into our home, I was sexually exhausted yet feeling so alive at the same time.
    The following day after dropping the kids off at school, I called by his home again and spent the whole morning learning new ways to be fucked and have my pussy and ass worshiped by Franks extremely dexterous mouth and tongue.
    So far we've had sex eight separate times. And each time it just gets better and better, with Frank fucking me for longer and longer. I know I shouldn't be enjoying it as much as I am, but once we got the money, I couldn't stop wanting Frank's awesome cock.

    #38521 — Comments (8) — Dec 22, 2017 at 1:48 PM — That's Juicy! (27) Remove This.
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