feel guilty about something, and I really have to get it off my chest.

I never thought that I would be the type of person to fuck someone to get what I want, but I did it, and here’s my story.

A few months ago, I was in the garden center at Home Depot. I was reaching up to get a better look at a spider vine when my foot slipped in a puddle of water and I crashed to the concrete floor. The workers in their orange vests ran over to help me, but I could not stand on my right ankle. They called an ambulance and sent me to the hospital where I learned that I had fractured my ankle. The doctor who wrapped my ankle told me I had a lawsuit. He said that Home Depot was responsible for the injury and he recommended a good personal injury lawyer.
I didn’t want to make money in a courtroom, but I didn’t have a great job—no benefits or anything—and I wouldn’t be able to work with this cast on my leg. The nurse said I shouldn’t go back to work for eight weeks!

My biggest fear was how I would pay for my new car. Shortly before the slip, I had bought a used 2006 Pontiac Firebird. I had no credit and my boyfriend wasn’t willing to help out so the dealer had hooked me up with some obscene interest rate. As they put the cast on my leg, I wondered where the hell the money would come from to pay my bills and whether or not I would lose my car because of this shit. I was already behind on my bills. What the fuck was I going to do when I didn’t have any income?

I called my boyfriend Randy and asked him to come get me and help me get my car home from Home Depot. After an hour and a half, he and his loser friend pulled up in his car. Randy drove my car while his friend drove his back to my apartment. He didn’t even ask how I was doing or if I needed anything. The only thing he said was, “We can still have sex, right?” I wanted to push him out of the car right then, but I needed his ass to take me home.

Once I missed my second car payment, the harassing phone calls began. They would call me at all hours of the night warning me that they were coming to take my car. I knew what I had to do.

I fucked Randy better than I had ever fucked him before. I sucked his cock and did whatever he asked of me. I even let him stick it in my ass a couple of times. Afterward when he was putting on his boxers, I asked if he could help me out with the car payments.

“Sorry I'm tapped out,” he told me. “I got my own shit to pay for.” I don’t even know what the fuck he was talking about. His vehicle was paid off and his mom still bought and washed his clothes. He used his money for beer and weed, and apparently, I ranked well below those things in his life.

I had talked to lawyers and they said this Home Depot case would be a cinch. The only problem was that the settlement would come in a few months. The law system is so fucked up! I didn’t need money months from now. I needed money now while my ankle was all jacked up and I couldn’t work.

The next day, my boss called to say that he had to hire someone else to take my place. My boss actually thought this was a compliment. I had been such a great worker that they couldn’t make do without me. I, however, hung up the phone and began to cry. What the fuck was I going to do?

I called my neighbor and spilled my whole sob story to her. She really felt for me. She said she couldn’t help me out money-wise because she was struggling too, but she offered to let me park my car in her garage so when they came to repossess it, they wouldn’t be able to find it. She even came to my apartment to pick up the keys and take the car to her house.

As soon as I got the cast off, I got my car back and started showing up at places and begging for jobs. I’d wear low-cut shirts and tight pants with no underwear. I was desperate. I had to find a way to get some money. I parked my car at my apartment one day while I was job-hunting so that I could run inside and pee, and when I came out, some overweight, scruffy guy was hooking my car up to his tow truck.

Although I knew what he was doing, I demanded an explanation, and he pulled out paperwork that showed that he was perfectly legal in what he was doing.

“You didn’t pay your bill,” he told me, “so your lender is giving me $300 to pick up your car and return it to them.”

I began to cry. I buried my face in my hands and did my best to look like a desperate little female so that the jerk would feel bad for me.

“Listen,” he looked at the paperwork, “Hailey, don’t blame the messenger. You didn’t pay your bill, so now I have to do my job.”

“Isn’t there anything I can do?” I begged him. I looked at him with my weakest face. I was still wearing my slutty interview clothes and I noticed him look me up and down with a lecherous stare. “I’ll pay right away. If I go pay my bill right now, will you leave my car?” I didn’t have the money, but with my credit, if they took this car away, I’d never be able to get another loan. How the hell was I going to find a job without a vehicle to get me there? He looked me up and down one more time.

“Listen, it’s too late,” he told me as he licked his lips. “Your loan company hired me to come get the car. I got nothing to do with your loan company. All I know is, I deliver the car, I get $300. You got $300?” He looked at my cleavage and grabbed his dick. “You got something worth $300?”

I got the feeling that if I offered to go upstairs with this guy he’d let me off the hook, but he was gross. His bushy beard grew all over his face, and his dirty t-shirt could barely cover his bulging belly.

“If you fuck me real good,” he said, “I will leave and tell the loan company I couldn’t find the car. I was going to go get a hot escort with this $300 anyway.”

“You’re disgusting,” I said to him. I couldn’t help it. I could not bear to have this fat, sweaty oaf crawling all over me. “I should call the cops. I should call my boyfriend to come over here and kick your ass.”

“Your clothes make you look like you want a good fuck, so who do you think the cops are going to believe?” He laughed. “And if your boyfriend gave a shit about you, you wouldn’t be almost three months behind on your car payments. You can think about my offer, but think quick.” He got back to chaining my car to his tow truck, and I decided that he was right about my boyfriend, and he was right about the cops, and that I had no other choice but to fuck him.

“Let’s go,” I said and led him up to my apartment. Once inside, I took off my skirt and left my skimpy shirt on. I lay on the bed determined to let him fuck me so I could get on with my life. He took of his clothes and got on top of me and began to rub his hard little cock against my pussy. His fat drooped down and rubbed against my tits, which kind of made me want to puke.

“I’ve met blow-up dolls with more energy,” he said. “You gotta give me what I could get for $300 or no deal. I still got the paperwork and the truck outside.”

I knew he was right so I pushed him onto the bed and climbed on top of him. He had man tits and a giant rounded belly that spilled all over the bed. I pulled my top off, and he reached up and started pinching and flicking my nipples. I pulled a condom from my bedside table and slipped it over his cock. Once it was on, I slipped my mouth over his cock and gave it a quick couple of sucks.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” he said. I sat back up and looked at him. His teeth were yellowed and chipped and his fat face was covered in pock marks, but as I straddled his gigantic body, I started getting wet thinking about the situation.

He pushed my tits together and told me to ride him, so I slipped my wet pussy over his hairy cock. His eyes rolled back into his head as I rocked back on forth on his dick. I went to lean down on top of him, but he pushed me back up.

“I want to watch your tits bounce,” he said. “Bounce.”

I slid my pussy up and down his cock while I bounced on top of him.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he said. He held my hips and moved me where he wanted me. He thrusted into my cunt while his fat jiggled all around us. He pressed me into him and his sweat soaked my sheets. He opened his eyes and watched me the whole time.

“Tell me how good it feels,” he said. “Tell me how you love to fuck a big dirty man like me.”

I closed my eyes and continued to bounce, but I could not bring myself to say it. “Say it,” he screamed.

“I love fucking you, you dirty fucking scumbag,” I said. “I love having your filthy little cock in my tight pussy.”

As I spoke, he exploded into the condom inside of me. I jumped off of him, and he sat up on the bed and cleaned off his cock with the shirt that I had taken off and thrown on the floor. He put his used condom on my bedside table.

“All right,” he said, “but just so you know, I’m not the only tow guy looking for your car. Just ‘cause you got rid of me don’t mean all the guys are going to fall for this pussy for cash thing.” Then he looked at me seriously. “Most will though. I’ll spread the word that you’re a pretty good fuck.”

He left and I went back out on the job search. I never forgot to put my car in my friend’s garage again. Not long after that, I was evicted from my apartment for not paying rent. My asshole boyfriend didn’t want me to move in with him, so I finally broke up with his sorry ass. He was a fucking loser, and I finally realized it.

About a month later, my settlement came through and I got caught up on my bills and found a new job. I started looking for love online and that’s where I met George, my current man. He’s in his fifties and has recently left his family. He has some big time job and a ton of money. I don’t pay for shit anymore. His wife calls me his midlife crisis.

My friends wonder how I can be with such an older guy when I’m used to fucking cuties my own age. I don’t tell them, but the truth is, I fucked for money once, and it wasn’t all that bad. Now, I fuck my way to everything I want.