***Pics in my post history, for the curious.***
**The Problem** I’ve never doubted my attractiveness. I’ve always gotten a lot of male attention. I’ve got tattoos. I dye my hair platinum blond. I like revealing clothing. But the problem was I didn’t have the figure to for the outfits I liked. I was flat. I had a curvy ass but nothing up top. I looked like an hour glass that was only half full. And so I decided at 20 that I wanted implants. I did lots of research, but cash flow was a problem. I had a job that covered rent, bills, and fun. But saving up 10K seemed impossible. I’d never bought anything near that expensive. Not even my car.
**The Solution** My family doesn’t have a lot of money. I wasn’t going to borrow from a friend. I’d been proposition by men since I was a teenager. The first time I was still in high school and hanging out at the mall in a short leather skirt I’d borrowed from a friend. At 18 I had a fake ID and spent most nights in dive bars with my friends. Older men who are drinking can be bold. I’d hooked up with a few just for the hell of it. So when a guy offered me money I thought “what the hell?”
He was a lanky hipster in a trucker hat. I found him physically attractive, even though he was a little awkward. I was wearing a silly leopard print tube dress. On the right night I would have fucked him for free if he had any game at all. But he didn’t. And so he went straight to offering me money. Maybe he thought I was a hooker.
He had a decent amount of money that he’d won playing pool and he’d had a bit to drink. I assume that’s what made him so bold. I told him I wouldn’t go all the way, but I took ever dollar he had on him $187 and gave him a hand job in the parking lot. We made out a little first. I was wearing dark burgundy lipstick that left a print on his neck.
It escalated from there. I’m sure he told some friends. And I’m sure I started putting off a vibe that I was available. Mostly it was the same thing. A little parking lot fooling around in the back of a car following my a happy ending head job. Occasionally I gave a guy head if I was feeling it. Sometimes it was erotic. Sometimes it was mundane. The cash was adding up in my Big Tittie Fund. But not fast enough.
It was a guy in his mid-30s who got me to go all the way. He offered $500. More than anyone had in the past. He had to leave and go to an ATM to get the cash. He was another lonely hipster with a burly beard.
I was wearing a short, pleated black skirt, heels, and a red halter top that looked silly given my lack of cleavage. When he showed me the cash we slipped out of the bar together. He told me he didn’t have a car–just a moped. There was no way we were fucking in my little Japanese sedan. I took his hand and led him to the back of the bar. There was was nobody around.
We started making out. He fondled my ass. I could feel him getting hard in his jeans. I unzipped him and pulled his cock out. I gave it a stroke. He wanted me to suck it, but I told him there was no way I was getting on my knees on the concrete.
I handed him a condom from my purse and put my hands on the all. He quickly put it on and lifted my skirt. I stood there with my ass out and my skirt lifted. My purse was dangling from one shoulder. He pulled my lacy panties to the side and fucked me quick.
He held my hips tight and grunted loudly. I was insanely aroused. But he didn’t last very long. He was super loud when he came. I remember it echoing off the brick walls. Then he got embarrassed and split quickly. I was still on fire. I ended up sitting in the passenger seat of my car and biting my lip while I got myself off.
**The Result** After that I took things online. It didn’t take long to figure out how to use the “sugar daddy” sites to my advantage. Men were happy to pay a premium for a girl friend experience. But that’s a story for another time, if people are eager to read more. Suffice it to say, I made the money I needed, spent every penny of it on perky new double-Ds, and having regretted it since….
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9m8vpg/fm_i_slept_with_men_for_money_in_order_to_afford
Why not do this at a hotel or an apartment rather than in cars or behind bars?
Are you still escorting?
nor should you…you go girl!