Several years ago I had a toxic gf who introduced me to the world of paying for sex after we paid to have a girl rub me off in a massage parlour while we were getting massaged beside each other. After that relationship I spiralled from hand jobs into full on sex with random girls online as well as escorts etc. I had some incredible sex and loved the variety of women I got to see and fuck. I got into such a rut of meeting escorts and masseuses that when I met my now wife I carried on fucking others behind her back, even after we got engaged. Me and her would talk such filth (long distance) that I was horny 24/7 so it made me hornier and go fuck girls more. We then got married months later and unfortunately, one small miss on my part meant she discovered my secret life on my phone 3 days after we got married. She even spoke to oke of the prossies. Despite this, she stayed with me, not sure why or how. I tried counselling and other things but I couldn't get enough of the variety and spontaneity of seeing and touching various girls. I denied myself sex with more but continued with happy ending and body to body massages even after marriage. One day I went for what I thought was a massage and ended up fucking the masseuse as she got horny after seeing how "handsome" I was. Ended up fucking my wife only 2 hours later. I felt like such a cunt but the joy of multiple women still plays on my mind too much. I still meet random girls but not for sex, maybe a hj or bj at most but still go for happy ending massages. Do I need help? I'm a real perv. I would fuck my wife's sisters at the drop of a hat if I could but she knows I'm a horny pervert and doesn't like me talking to them. I also don't want to ruin the marriage because she is a really a good girl. Am I a real cunt? Any advice or thoughts?

I confess that my wife has been working as an 'escort' for a few years. She usually charges $100 for a handjob, $200 for a blowjob, $300 for sex, $500 for anal. Business has been slow so she might offer more 'services.'
How much would you pay to have her lick your ass and what other things would you like to do to her and how much would you pay?

I confess that I'm 30 and I just enrolled in college to be around hot, young girls, especially freshman girls. Yes, I'm that pervy. It's not a Community College either; it's a large research university that I moved from home to attend with sororities, parties, and hot young girls running amok.

Growing up in a family that never really talked about or put much emphasis on college, I felt robbed of the college experience. Now, even though it's later in life, I'm glad I get to experience this. Even though I can't experience it to the FULL effect (i.e. I'm probably too old at this point for a dorm, or to join a fraternity, this is still pretty awesome.

I didn't really go for my education. I already have an okay paying job. I went because college girls turn me on, and I want to fuck them, lots of them, before I leave this joint - especially the young college freshman with their 18 year old smooth, hairless, and blemish-free legs with no line or imperfection separating where the leg ends and the asscheek begins.

Everything I'm saying is a true story. I have a class tommorow. This isn't some bullshit fantasy story that people always post on Motherless (i.e. I FUCKED MY DAUGHTER). I really did this shit for the aforementioned reasons.

So, my question to you, Motherless, is HOW DO I FUCK THESE GIRLS? College girls are supposed to be easy, right? Surely it must be possible that I could get one to fuck me. These 18 year olds are alone in their dorms with no supervision, correct? I know I can't just hang out in their and wait for them to pass. I assume a lot of the girls here are looking for sex, and there has to be something I can do to let them know I'm interested, but what?

im a dirty old hornball and pay young girls for sex

here is a small gallery of a few of my actual cousins with whom i have had sex with hundreds of thousands of times. most of them are models who pay my bills in exchange for my seed. if you do not believe me, you are gay. enjoy the meat show.

Once again an Ashley Madison contact turns out to be fake. What a shock! This person, who went by the name "Vanessa," sent me a message and we traded four or five emails over the course of a week. She sent me five pictures in all, which I'm guessing came from some random Facebook account. She told a pretty convincing story: forty years old, in the midst of a divorce, born in Scotland and brought by her parents to the States when she was still a child. The parents died in a car wreck some years back. She was a freelance makeup artist who mostly worked on movie locations and, in this particular instance, was on a shoot in Turkey but planned to be back in our home town in about a week.

Her emails were long and personal, explaining that her husband had booted her out for a younger woman and how she hadn't had much luck on A/M until I responded to her initial inquiry. She also hadn't had sex in about a year, etc. But there were a few red flags that told me, pretty much right away, that this was going to be a scam. First, she never discussed what part of the city she lived in, while also mentioning nothing that would have indicated her familiarity with the area, despite my questions along those lines. And while her vocabulary was sophisticated, she occasionally used words that weren't quite what she meant, or expressions that seemed stilted. I've been an editor for many years and have a pretty good ear for when people are writing in English but it's not their first language. That was definitely the case here. Finally, her emails got sexual fairly quickly, as if we'd skipped a few steps in the normal man/woman getting-to-know-you phase.

I was curious to see where this would lead. So even being 95 percent sure this was bogus, I went along and provided equally engaging replies, while making sure not to give away any specific personal details. With her alleged "return to town" just a couple of days away, I was ready for the hook. And sure enough ...

In her final email to me, she wove a tale of woe that was equal parts entertaining and absurd. She claimed she needed to retrieve her makeup shipment from a local source, but the supplier had raised his prices and she didn't have enough cash to make up the difference. She claimed to ask the film production company to "give her a raise" but in the same sentence insisted they would only pay her upon completion of the job. She ended her email like this:

"What hurts most is that I do not have enough money on me to sort the bill and really hate myself for what I am about to do. I am at a crossroad, can you possibly lend me some money? I will pay back once I return home."

You see what I mean by the odd syntax?

OK -- there are so many things wrong with this scenario. First, if she was only retrieving her makeup supplies now, a couple of days before leaving for home, what the fuck had she been using on the movie set up to that point? Second, who goes to some foreign location as a makeup artist without having one's supplies in hand, since you could hardly expect to find the unique items she claimed to require in some random place in Turkey. Third, what kind of company that deals in such exotic items -- she insisted this was all custom stuff -- does not also take credit cards or, conversely, who goes overseas without having the means to withdraw funds from an ATM. It's fairly certain most places in Turkey are somehow connected to the international banking system, right?

Here was my reply:

Hi Vanessa:

No.

Nice story, though. And by the way, we say "crossroads," not crossroad.

Love,
Zac

Naturally I did not receive a reply. But just to play with this person's mind a bit more without giving away too much of my game, I sent this email the following morning:

Hi Vanessa,

So -- does this mean we're NOT getting together when you "return"? That's a shame. I was looking forward to sliding my talented tongue into your sweet "Scottish" pussy. Does it taste like haggis? LOL!

Your friend,
Zac

M26 and F28 both very good looking Caucasian couple. We are in Massachusetts and seeking any and all women who would like to join us. We are looking for women who would love to play with both of us at the same time and even individually while the other is watching.

Unfortunately Craigslist is fucking shit now a days for W4MW and all that you get for replies are dudes. We don't want couples or any guys, just women. Figured porn sites are the next best option rather than outing ourselves publicly because we are looking for strangers. All of the hookup sites suck and are sketchy with asking for pay.

If there are any real women 18-45 who are interested hit us up and we can chat/exchange pictures. We are willing to use our place too. We have a great sex life and are looking to bring a girl in to enjoy too! Again we are in Mass so don't bother replying unless you are too or are within driving distance!

If you have any FREE websites that you know of that we can use feel free to offer advice too!

I haven't gotten laid in a long time because of PTSD from a woman who really screwed me up. I thought I was in love with her. Anyway, after 2 years of disparaging and acting like a complete depressed fool, I was walking my dog and went to the dog park. I sat on a bench and let my dog run around and have fun.

As I sat there just taking in the cool winter fresh air - I noticed this woman casually glancing at me. I didn't know how to react, I had a few flashbacks of my ex so I just looked down at the ground and didn't want to make eye contact.

"Hey." I heard a sweet voice ask me.
I looked up, it was the woman that was looking at me. She was right next to me. I stood up and smirked.
"Hello."
"Hope I'm not disturbing you, I've seen you here before and I just wanted to say hi. My name is Lori."
I told her my name and shyly looked away.
"No you're totally not disturbing me. My dog has a lot of energy so, yeah I'm here a lot."
"Oh they can have way too much energy!" She laughed.
Anyway we made small talk and hung out for a good 3 hours until it got dark.
"Hey, can we exchange numbers?" She asked me, "I don't want to be too forward but - you're a nice guy I'd really like to get to know you."
We exchanged numbers and she went in for a hug, and I let her - I hugged her back. She smelled so good.
She was petite with short black hair, red lips and pink cheeks (the cold weather gave her a natural blush). I'm 6 ft 2 inches tall, and she's about 5ft tall. She had a nice frame that her winter jacket accented well.
A few days later after meeting her I get a text on my phone from her, "You want to get some coffee?"
So after I got out of work, I met her at a coffee shop and we really clicked well. It seemed we liked the same movies, the same TV shows, the same music... we hit it off well.
"Hey would you like to come over and watch a movie?"
She blushed, "Of course I would love that! I'll follow you in my car."

We got inside my house and we both decided to geek out and watch Lord of the Rings (we're both Tolkien fans). She sat next to me, and I put my arm around her and immediately she moved in for a kiss. I froze.
She pulled away and was a bit confused, "are you ok? Did I do something wrong?"
I shook my head, "no, it's not you - look I like you a lot, but I'm in therapy for PTSD because a few years ago my ex really damaged me... and it's not that I'm hung up on her, it's that my mind reverts to the trauma she's caused me."
She was silent for a bit, so I said, "And I totally understand if you want to leave, it's fucked up - I know."
She smiled and held my hand, "I'm not going anywhere - thank you for being honest with me. I like honest men."
Out of nowhere, "yeah I haven't dated in over 2 years, haven't had sex... nothing."
"Oh that's going to change, whenever you're ready I'm here for you."
My cock got immediately hard.
"I mean I'm ready but my brain acts stupid," I said chuckling and pointing at my cock making a tent in my jeans.
She chuckled, "well - I'll be honest with you too. I've had a crush on you for a long time and I kind of been stalking you, I know it sounds creepy... but I just couldn't work up the nerve to talk to you. I thought you maybe were married, or had a girlfriend."
"Yeah I've never had a stalker before, that's kind of sexy honestly," I laughed.
"I'd sit there and watch you and think to my self - why is such a nice guy so out of reach... I really didn't want to date anyone because I had this major crush on you so I was turning people down for dates!"
"I'd really like to get to know you, just understand that I do have some trauma and I'm still in therapy - I'm working on it."
"Can you tell me what she did? Or does it hurt too much?"
"Oh, I can talk about it. I've been talking about it with my therapist for two years! Where to start... Well I met her online, and we met. We hit it off really well. She'd come over, we'd have fun but eventually it turned into her programming me. We'd be having sex and she'd start calling me her husband, saying that she wanted me to cum in her to get her pregnant so we can make a baby."
I paused, reflecting back on it.
"Anyway, she'd look into my eyes while she was on top of me begging me to give her a child, calling me her soulmate, her husband... this happened over and over. One day at work I get a call, it's her telling me she's pregnant. She demanded to know what I wanted to do, if I was man enough to take care of her and the baby. I told her of course; I was happy and couldn't wait to start a life with her. I went home from work, and she was waiting outside of my house. It was a bit odd because she never showed up unannounced. She seemed different, but I didn't think anything of it. We went inside and she broke down crying. Then she punched me in the face. She turned into a wild woman, grabbing and pulling at my hair, clawing at my chest and throat screaming 'you ruined my fucking life! I have a husband, I have a child!'. I was shocked and then she calmed down, "I'm aborting the baby and you're going to pay for it. If you don't I'm going to ruin you. Every waking moment I'll be making your life miserable."
I took a deep breath, "and she did. She made my life miserable. She would call the police on me and pushed false allegations of sexual harassment, and even tried to tell the police I raped her. I took her to court, I won - but when she went away it's like I lost my mind. I wanted the baby, I wanted her, but everything was a complete mindfuck - including her being 'madly in love with me.'"
Lori listened intently, "Sounds like a complete psycho... that's a lot to go through. But hey, on a better note, I'd love practicing making babies with you when you're ready!"
We laughed and I leaned in for a kiss. My hand cupped her soft breast through her shirt as our tongues danced in each other's mouths. Her hand unzipped my pants and stroked my cock.
"I---" I stammered.
"Shhh, lean back and enjoy it," Lori whispered.
Her mouth enveloped my hard cock, her head pumping slowly up and down. Lori would look up at me, and fondle my balls and continue working my dick with her mouth.
Lori pulled her top of, and took off her pants and undies. I pulled her head gently off my dick and laid her down and kissed her body. My fingers probed her hot wet pussy and she moaned. My mouth made it's way down to her pussy and my tongue slid inside and licked her salty wet clit. She moaned and grabbed my hair, calling my name.
"I'm going to cum!" and she did. I've never witnessed a woman squirt, ever - but she did - all over my face. I really didn't like the taste of it, it wasn't what I was expecting but it was a huge turn on.
"Lay back, it's my turn to make you cum," she said with a smile.
She mounted my hard cock and it slid in her. I didn't last long.
"Oh Lori, I'm going to explode!" I told her, I didn't know if she was on the pill or anything and suddenly, I was worried about getting her pregnant and started to panic. I tried pulling her off, but she pressed down harder and rode my cock harder.
"I'm not going anywhere. I'm not her, I'm me and I want my fantasy man to finish inside me. I want every inch of that cock deep in my pussy and I want every last drop of cum that you have in me too. Relax, feel me...."
I fucking came. I came and came. I came so hard it hurt. When she got off of me, cum was dribbling from her pussy, dripping on to me, and down her leg.
"Holy fuck," I said. She kissed me.
She spent the night, we fucked twice more. In the morning she had to go to work and so did I but we did meet up later on and I went to her place. I spent the night.
"So, are we a thing? Can I call you my girlfriend or what?"
"You better be calling me your girlfriend! Hell yeah we're a thing. If you ever have any concerns, you can always talk to me - I won't do you wrong like your ex did."
So I guess after 2+ years of being single, I now have a very sexy girlfriend. I have to confess that I'm still afraid, but also confess that Lori is way better in bed than my ex is - and I know I shouldn't even compare... but I think that's part of my psychological issues. And yes, I'm writing this as part of my therapy because I can't go on facebook and post shit like this... I just hope I'm not going to get fucked over again, I can't handle it - and she's the most beautiful woman I've ever been with.
Might delete later. peace.

When I was 19 years old and in college in Florida, I got really heavy into drugs. Mainly party drugs like coke and ecstasy, and of course plenty of weed, but on occasion other drugs as well. I was out of control and living one big party life on my parent's dime while they struggled mightily to pay for me to have the opportunity they never had and go to college. Looking back I feel like a total asshole about it now as they wanted nothing more than for me to be successful and not have to struggle...sorry, I digressed.

Anyway, since I had no money and wanted to keep up my partying lifestyle and since I was always very athletic, in shape and considered "good-looking", through one of the people I met in the party scene I ended up doing some modeling to make some extra money. Pretty low rent stuff, nothing glamorous, but a couple hundred bucks a week.

This quickly evolved into the opportunity to do some "videos". It started with just masturbation videos of me lying in bed, or on a couch or in the shower jerking off. I figured I was going to do it anyway so why not get paid for it and I was getting paid $100-200 per day that I did a shoot. I could sometimes do 3 or 4 scenes in a day. The guy running the operation said he was impressed by my "re-load" ability and also that I had just the right cock for it...I'm about 8 inches, decently thick and my dick looks perfectly formed from shaft to head and can blow pretty big loads even after only a little break in between. I knew that these were primarily for gay guys to watch but I didn't care. If someone gets off from seeing me, so fucking what. I did these for a while and then he asked one day if I'd want to do some full sex movies and photo shoots and showed me some of his portfolio and all things considered the chicks looked pretty hot and we were now talking more like $300-500 per day so I jumped right at the chance.

It was a crazy scene and pretty much everything you wanted was at your fingertips. Women and drugs galore. Parties every night after shooting. We were all in the 18-22 age bracket so it was just a no responsibility show. But as quickly as I made money it went back out the door on drugs and partying. Then one night when we were partying at the main house this director used for shooting videos, him and a couple of the other "big wigs" in their operation asked me if I would be willing to do some more hardcore shit. At first I was thinking they meant bondage, s&m type stuff, but they quickly made it clear they were talking gay action. I immediately said not a chance, I was straight and no way I could do it. They pushed the matter (and a coffee table with a big pile of blow on it) and said that all the actors in their gay shoots are straight guys because that is the look they wanted in their videos, strong masculine men, not femboys. The guys just do "gay for pay" and they also said I could make up to a $1000 per shoot depending on the circumstances. At that point my eyes lit up and I think they knew they had me. I asked them more questions and they said I could be strictly a top and receive blow jobs, that I didn't have to get fucked or suck or kiss anyone if I didn't want to. I could also do bi scenes where a female actress or two would be involved. I said, what the fuck, let's give it a try.

The next week they had scheduled me in for my first scene. I was shaking like a leaf prior to which was totally not like me. In the other stuff I had already done I was totally calm and had no issues getting naked, getting hard and fucking in front of other people. It was a one on one scene with me and another guy. I was going to be swimming naked in the pool and then get out and immediately go to the lounge chair next to the pool when the "pool guy" was going to show up to service the pool and eventually me who was masturbating while watching him clean the pool. I actually was having a difficult time getting hard which was totally not the norm for me, but he came over and began blowing me for a while and soon enough I did get fully hard. I had sunglasses on and just kept my eyes closed and picturing hot women. I put on a condom and ended up fucking him in a few different positions and then to my surprise he end up blowing his load on my chest as he was riding me, then slid off my cock, dropped back down and sucked me to completion taking my load all over his face.

I said afterward that it wasn't that bad, but I didn't think I wanted to do it again...until I got my next offer and more cash. It went on like this for a while and me just doing the fucking and getting sucked. I still was primarily doing straight shoots though. Then the director came to me with a proposal for a scene. It would be me and this girl I had done some straight scenes with and we would be a "married" couple and then another guy who was coming to our house to do some repairs. But he wanted it to be a scene where me and her completely serviced this guy. We all were going to suck and fuck each other, no holds barred type stuff. I was extremely hesitant but he offered up my biggest payday yet and it was a good chunk of money for 4-5 hours of total "work". I was so far gone into the scene at that time that I agreed and said let's do this.

The day came and again I was nervous. I did all my usual prep on my "manscaping" and where I normally do everything I can to keep myself fresh down below, this time I added the step of the diet one of the other male actors recommended and his full enema routine to completely clean me out. The worst thing on a porn set when anal is involved is having a shit accident. It came time for the scene and we were in the bedroom on a king size bed where I was fucking the girl for a while then the "repair" man came in, he joined in with me "thinking" he was just going to play jointly with my wife but then he starts licking my balls and ass and pulling out my cock from the wife's pussy and sucking on it. We go through some more motions and she is sucking him then she tells me she wants to see me suck him and this is it, the moment I took a cock in my mouth. I did what I had to do and then after he fucks her it was my turn to take his cock. I was laying on my back as she sat on my face and then he started fucking my ass. Hurt like hell but I had to put up a good front. He even made a comment that got into the video about how tight my ass was. Anyway, we finished the scene after everyone had been fucked and sucked and I went out that night with some of the other people from set and we got destroyed on drugs and booze. I was fucked up beyond belief and when I got home that night I said that was it, I was done. Absolutely no more of all of it. The drugs the porn, nothing. The next day I called up the director and said to pull me from the stuff he had me scheduled for the next week. He tried to convince me and told me what a fucking amazing job I had done the day before, but I told him I had to get out. I couldn't handle the life and really was regretting all of it. I pulled the plug that day and never looked back.

So, somehow through all of this I didn't flunk out of school. I ended up completing my degree and living out a pretty mundane, boring college life and working a bullshit part-time job in one of the offices on campus answering phones and shit. Really nobody in my "normal" life had any clue about what I had done. My parents were none the wiser about anything I did partying or whatever and were proud as could be the day they saw me get my degree. I started a job with a top consulting firm and in the decade plus since, have worked hard and progressed so much in my career that I look at the "crazy" money I was making from porn and laugh at how little it is compared to now. I am engaged to a very attractive and smart girl who is an attorney and makes plenty of money herself, but also has no clue about my prior life.

I guess my biggest fear is that one day I am going to come on here and see one of my videos front and center. I know they are out there in various places on the web, but they obviously weren't under my real name and the look I had back then was very different than it is now where I am clean cut hair, have a beard, and even back then in a bunch of the scenes I had bleached blonde hair for a while and a deep Floridian tan. I guess my real name and SSN is on file with the porn company somewhere so that could somehow get out, but generally speaking I got away free and clear without any repercussions. Crazy the journey our lives take.

So I have been managing an apartment complex for a little over 10 years and this is a first for me. I have a tenent who is behind in her rent. Over the years I have been offered sex in exchange for rent but its not my money so I always turn it down. I have to keep the books straight. The 10th of the month is the latest they let you get behind and on that day I have to post a big notice on the door for a 3 day quit or pay rent. So I had to post it on this tenents door. Last night at around 9:00 I get a knock on my door and its the lady who rents the place. First off she is a fat cow and you could smell the booze on her. Damn she stunk too. She is sluring her words telling me she will pay me. I tell her I am sorry but the rules are the rules and the best I can do is give her till Monday evening but after that she is out. She gets all pissy with me and then says what If I fuck you for the rent? I tell her I am not interested. She gets more pissy and staggers off. 30 minutes later there is a knock on the door and its the renter again. She looks at me and says what if I let you fuck my little girl? I'm thinking she is really drunk but then she turns and calls out come here and the girl I guess to be around 14 or 15 shows up. What if she fucks you for the rent? will that work? She looks at me and say keep her for the night. Yeah it was one of the best fucks I have had in years.