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.

Identity Politics On Steroids, In The End We're All Whores

First I should point out that I am Mexican American. I grew up in the 'hood'. My father? is white, but who? my mother says it was one night when she and a friend were picked up at a bar. But being white I was smarter than my peers and was sent to a g*fted program in the third grade. I was scholar shipped into Northwestern. I found out early that being a scholarship recipient put me into the marginalized group, and being Mexican made me 'brown'.

In addition during my time at NW you had to be a feminist on steroids, preferably a lesbian too. Brown, marginalized, lesbian, feminist was a ticket you couldn't turn down. I got a job with a consulting firm in Washington DC. The trouble was that I wasn't a lesbian, and I was sexually attracted to older married white men. I became the side bar to an influential man, and became pregnant.

I was shown out the back door, sent to work for a 'sister' company back 'from whence I came'.

I quickly fell in love with a married man and he recognized my child. He wanted a Mexican girl, so I went Mexican for him. He liked being around my mother and my Mexican family. I got pregnant for him. In my house none of my sisters had husbands either, they had kids with men they dated. I fit in, brown worked for me, and he liked me 'Mexican' showing off a belly.

In the end it isn't difficult, you play the part where the money takes you. We're all whores that way. Mexican, brown, disadvantaged, lesbian, feminist, puta. I identify with 'novia'. "La novia de Mr. Weiss". Nice euphemism for puta.

  • I Was A Whore

    In my twenties I ended up escorting and have to say actually enjoyed myself. Without being arrogant I know I’m good looking and took care of myself. I worked out five times a week, did my hair and nails, not to mention at 25 had a breast augmentation that made me slim and busty (30FF as you asked).
    I kept rates high and generally that meant business guys or rich guys only.
    Five years ago I bumped into a regular in a coffee shop and he said hi and offered to buy my coffee. I accepted, we chatted and I left. His next visit he was friendly and after sex we lay there and he told me he had enjoyed chatting over coffee and would I be happy to do it again.
    We spent six months having a monthly coffee and our monthly sex before one day he said he had decided not to book me anymore. When I asked why he said I don’t see you as purely a sexual release anymore and I guess you’re not looking for a boyfriend. I said no and we parted wishing each other the best.
    But over the next month I missed him and after a glass sent him a text. Over coffee I told him I would like to date but two rules. We wouldn’t have sex for five dates and secondly he couldn’t ask me to give up my work.
    He followed the first rule and on the sixth date the sex was fantastic.
    Eight months in he broke the second rule, but I forgave him because he added “when we get married will you stop”.
    I fell in love with my client and married him

    One Time...

    Technically I am not gay. But one time when I was 19 I did something that involved gay sex. I was 19 yrs old and working at a restaurant waiting tables. I was waiting on a table with 2 men. They kept chatting me up claiming they were in the modeling and fashion industry. They kept telling me I had "the look" and could possibly make some money. Yea right.
    Anyway as the finished dinner and paid one of them handed me a card. He said they were staying next door at the hotel and if I wanted a "paid" test shoot to call. I didn't get off work until 11pm and I thought it was too late but I called anyway. He told me to come over and gave me the room number. I showed up and was nervous not knowing what they wanted me to do. I started asking about the money but the guys were giving me the run around. Then they dropped the bomb. They wanted me to have gay sex as they took video. I said "no way" and started walking out. Until... One of them said they would give me $500.00. I stopped and demanded the money up front. They gave me the money. A few minutes later I was sucking a cock as one of the men filmed with a hand held video cam. I spent most of the night with them. They took turns running the camera as they had me suck their cocks and they fucked me in the ass. At one point I fucked one of the men as well.
    I walked out with my $500.00 and hoped the video was for their personal use.

  • I Know I Shouldn’t Have Done It

    I am a 33 yr old married female, average build and looks but haven’t gotten fat. I do have very nice, natural breasts that are still perky. My husband Steve is 3 years older than me and a horny guy, even more than most. He’s on active duty in the Air Force and plans to stay in until retirement. We have frequent sex and he likes to get creative and loves to roll play, particularly with me having sex with a stranger. This happened 3 years ago and I still feel guilty at times.

    Our next door neighbor, James, is in his late 60s and a widower. He was invited to his brother’s retirement party, he lives a few hours out of town, but he can’t drive so he asked Steve if we would go with him and drive. We’ve known his brother, Frank, for years as well. He’s actually 2 or 3 years older than Steve. We discussed it and agreed to go with him. James said his brother had room enough for all of us so we wouldn’t need a hotel. 2 days before the trip, he called me and told me they’d just been placed on alert for some sort of training exercise. Unless it ended quickly, he wouldn’t be able to go. I knew James was going to be very disappointed since they are both widowed and have no other family. Steve and I discussed it and decided I would still take him. Steve jokingly said I should be careful because old men still get horny.

    Friday came and they were still working 12 on 12 off, so James and I loaded up our car and drove to his brother’s place. The party was Saturday 12 noon at a fancy country club. We all played a round of golf before hitting the club for a few drinks. I was the only female among 8 senior citizen men.

    About 5:00, everyone was ready to leave so we went back to Frank’s place. We continued drinking and eventually started playing penny anti poker. I had lost over $100 already and began to feel duped. We were also all getting quite drunk so around 7:30 I decided to take a shower to sober up a bit, and to get ready for bed so we could leave early the next day. When I got out of the shower, I put on a little white cotton short set that I often sleep in. Out of habit, I did not put on a bra or panties, but the clothes aren’t really very revealing…as long as I don’t bend over in front of anyone. Then, my boobs are visible and likely EVERYTHING if visible from behind.

    I rejoined the brothers in the dining room, James had also showered and was sitting there in his boxer underwear. Frank was about to shower, but first poured us all another drink. When he was in the shower, James began flirting in earnest. He began telling me how long it has been since he’d seen a woman naked. As he poured me another stiff drink, he moved behind me and began rubbing my shoulders. I know it was so he could see my tits, but I felt a bit sorry for him so I didn’t stop him. That is until he reached down my top and grabbed my breasts! I grabbed his hands and asked what he was doing. He removed them and apologized saying how beautiful he thinks I am.

    We soon continued drinking and playing poker, they continued the compliments. I was soon down over $300! And insisted on quitting. Frank offered to reduce it to $100 if I’d take my top off and continue to play. I was drunk enough so I did. By 11:00 I was again down over $350 and James offered to pay it for me if they could see me naked. I hesitated, but eventually agreed but said I was done playing. I slipped off my shorts and walked around the room for them. They asked me to be their waitress and bartender, so I made us all drinks. Before long, they were copping a feel here and there, grabbing my ass or cupping my breast. When Frank asked for a blow job, I decided to go to bed. I grabbed my clothes, kissed them good night, and went to my room tossing my clothes on a chair by the bed.

    I had been asleep for a bit when I realized someone was in bed with me, it was James! He was kissing my face and had slid the cover off so I was bare from the waist up. I asked him what he thought he was doing and he asked me “Why did you get in bed naked?” I thought about it and said I didn’t know, I was just drunk. He then told me he and his brother were dying to be with a woman again and were willing to make it worth my while. I was caught off guard and didn’t respond immediately so he said “I have a time share in Cancun that I’m willing to book for you and Steve. I’ll pay for the airfare and all expenses while you’re there if you do this for us.”

    As I looked at him, Frank walked over to the bed and pulled the covers off completely, then got in beside me. They both began to kiss and fondle me and the next thing I knew I was having sex with both of them. They both had very tiny penises, but the did both work and they could last a long time. The next day we drove home. Steve was there when we arrived and James went home. I told Steve all about it and he instantly took me to bed for sex. We did have a great time in Cancun…3 times!

    Everyone Go Do It Too

    i feel really bad. I accidently sent some emails that has swearing in it to the wrong email address. I feel so Embarrassed. I thought I was sending it to a friend and a support group. now I feel so Embarrassed . Oh god I hope they don’t call the police. I feel so stup id now.

  • Becoming My Mommy's Little Girl

    I took a job as an accountant in a big company. My boss was a thirty five year old woman. She followed me into the woman's bathroom, told me I had nice tits, and getting her arms under mine, she held her hands in front of my tits. With a whispered 'mother may I?' she cupped my tits and kissed my neck. It felt really good, and her tits in my back made it even better.

    I woke up the next day, and I told her I was all virgin when it came to sex with guys. She said her Daddy talked to her all the time about breaking in a virgin, did I mind if she told him that I wanted to be broken in. Her Daddy was an old man who had a consulting firm and he nailed me hard against the table in the apartment. When he let me go I had bruises all over me.

    I tried to fall in love with her, but her Daddy thing got in the way. I quit six months later, but try as I could I could not get her out of my mind. I had to accept her Daddy if I wanted to be with her. That's how I became Mommy's little girl. She's my Mommy, and he's my Daddy, and I'm their baby girl to fill out the day.

    He's An Asshole

    I flashed my friend's husband. I'm recently divorced from my second husband. My friend from childhood and I have been hanging out more. Her husband had always been kinda flirty and funny but that's just his personality.

    I stopped by to hangout and she wasn't home from work yet but he was there. He was watching the game with guy friend. He said his wife will be home in 20 min so I waited and made small talk with them.

    Went to the toilet and on the way back I ran into her husband. He asked if I wanted to make a quick buck and told me if I flashed him, he'd pay me $50. At first I thought he was joking but he was totally serious. He went up to $80 and then $100.

    Long story short, I did it. A quick flash. He paid me cash and went back to his friend. I kinda feel disgusted in myself but it was the easiest $100 I've ever made.

    Rent Due I Do

    People may feel it wrong but I have worked as many as three jobs to keep a roof over my head. When I was laid off from two of them, rent due, I negotiated giving head for rent. He’s fifty and now fucks me two to four times a month and it’s worth it. I’m not on the streets at least and still working. Keeping his head up allows me to keep my head up. So fuck off with your judgements.

    Going Straight, Married, With Children. Grandma Wins Again.

    The day I turned thirty my grandmother sat me down and told me I was past the time to settle down, with children and a husband to take care of. I responded as usual, I didn't answer or acknowledge her unwanted advice.

    A week later I got a registered letter. From my grandmother's attorney, a notification that I was being disinherited and 'cut off' from any further support. I had not demonstrated maturity, was unmarried, childless, and she wasn't going to continue to underwrite my behavior.

    I called her lawyer, he knows me, bailed me out of jail. No substance abuse or alcohol, married, settled, pregnant, attending church regularly, and she might relent. Get my act together and he would talk to her, no promises.

    The monthly 'distribution' didn't come. I got evicted, lived with a friend, asked to find another arrangement. Moved to live with my mother, she was going through another intervention, she has 'alcohol' problems. And a boyfriend. Got a job, front desk receptionist for a podiatrist friend of hers.

    I'm in rehab, no pot, alcohol, sex. I'm in a church program, religious program, Christ as my crutch, it's not working. I do believe in Christ, but 'my church' never supported my deviance. This church says it's 'gay' friendly, but it's really about reorienting you.

    I can't support myself really. I'll get married, I'll get pregnant, I'll get my act together. I'll stay in church, I already gave up alcohol and pot, and the crowd that goes with it. I can't give up my inheritance. I'll never be 'straight', not really. But my grandmother wins this one.

    The lawyer put it this way, selling out is about the money, if there is no money you can give the finger, but when the money is there can you walk away from it?

    The simple answer is no. Not for that amount of money.

  • It's My Turn, I Married It, Didn't Work For It

    being poor, poor, not disadvantaged, lower economic strata, poor, as dirt poor, I made a promise to myself to get even. Work hard, why? I married money. Call me arm candy, gold digger, trophy wife. The key word is wife, no prenup. Was he 'out of his mind'? Was he 'pressured'? Was he 'plum crazy'? Who cares. He's rich, he has a new young wife, and that's me.

    I will do the baby thing, lock in the benefits. He's 62 so I got to milk him while he can. It's business, I use to go by the hour, now I'm a fixture in the house, no more pulling up my pants and leaving.

    He is HAPPY, never had so much pussy. His ex wife never gave it to him, embarrassed him when he put his eyes on another woman. Now he's got a babe to show off, he's fully aware I'm from the low end of the spectrum. But I clean up good.