Things You've Traded for Sex

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So, I'm curious about others' stories where they have traded, or subjected themselves to, sex in exchange for something else. I think this is more common than others maybe think, and yes....I've done it myself on a few occasions. I've done it and been ashamed, and I've done it with NO shame. So anyway, I was wondering about your stories about this. I would be a hypocrite if I didn't start this thread and then tell my stories, so here goes:

- I once fucked a guy in college who would not stop harassing me. I made a straight up deal with him at a party. I said, "If I let you fuck me tonight, will you leave me alone?" He agreed and we immediately went to my place. He fucked me twice and then fell asleep and that was that....he did leave me alone.

- I once gave a guy a blowjob for fixing my windshield for free.

- I once paid off a debt to a guy who loaned me money by letting him basically hate fuck me for two days.

- The most significant instance of this was when I wanted a job with a local NBA team and the media operations guy was doing the hiring. He contacted me to meet to follow up on a job (as a customer representative selling suites and season tickets). Once there, he told me that he thought I looked the part, but he was sorry, he couldn't hire me. He then told me that if I wanted to interview again for the job, it might help. I asked what he meant. He goes, "We interview over dinner and then negotiate at my place." The job paid well and subjected me to high end clients that could maybe offer me marketing jobs down the road, so I agreed. He fucked me any way he wanted for 6 months while I worked there. At some point it became suggested that I might get laid off if I didn't keep doing it, so I just did. He was gross.

- Finally, I was once offered a trip across country in a private jet and five star hotel, with spending money, but it was obvious that I would be fucking the guy I went with. It wasn't a pure "you scratch my back and I'll scratch yours," but it basically was. I had a great vacation for 9 days and I made sure he did too.
 
Yes, yes....that too. But.....eyeroll. You all know what I was asking about. I'm clearly interested in the gritty stories of when that nice notion was abandoned in exchange for the desires of our lesser angels and our greater demons, so to speak.
 
Yes, yes....that too. But.....eyeroll. You all know what I was asking about. I'm clearly interested in the gritty stories of when that nice notion was abandoned in exchange for the desires of our lesser angels and our greater demons, so to speak.

Prostitution is illegal in Canada.
 
I was in high school (but 18 :)) driving a ten year old Ford Escort (piece of shit car) when it died in the drive through of a Whataburger.

Cars honking, people cussing, and this older kinda cute guy (30-35) knocked on my window and asked if I needed help (duh!)

He pushed me as we made our way through the line (no, I didn't get my meal) then off to a parking spot and had me pop the hood. Whatever it was couldn't be fixed easily, so he offered me a ride home. Fuck stranger danger- I was a gangly, pimpled, braces wearing nerd teenager, and he was nice. So I went.

It was after dark, and I lived on a street with big trees that made it even darker. He parked in the street in front of my home, and we started talking. About school, then boys, then sex. I pretended to be more mature than I was, and more experienced. I wasn't a virgin, but wasn't exactly experienced either. We kissed, he felt my tiny tits, then pushed his hand down my jeans and started fingering me. I remember grabbing ahold of his wrist, but not to stop him, or encourage him- I just held on. Then I came, and he unzipped his pants and masturbated while I sat next to him watching. He came, and I got out of the car, went inside, and that was the last I ever saw of him.
 
After yet another bomb went off on a plane - one of the ones hidden AFAIK in a tub of halva or marzipan) - there was a limit put on the number of cassette tapes allowed to be taken through security checks at UK ports.

Bear in mind that this was back in the mists of time, when few people had CDS, MP3s didn't exist, and neither did widely available digital files.

After a couple of months of exposure to nothing but the worst of Europop, I did the almost unthinkable: Found somebody with a tape to tape in their room and paid in kind for a week's use of that plus a few of his tapes (which were at least different to the ones I could borrow elsewhere).
 
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Aside from household chores? Nothing comes to mind. Guess I've either been lucky, or missed out depending on your perspective.
 
My feminine charms* have got me:

- Living in a nice apartment rent free.

- Out of some bad debt.

- a pretty good job.




*pussy/mouth
 
Back breaking yard work, then I was to tired to fuck, come to think of it I'm still owed one.
 
I have never done anything that approaches examples like "letting him basically hate fuck me for two days" or having repeated sex with someone I found "gross" or in explicit trade for something. I don't condemn it, but I remain curious about what it is like for the person who is the the one trading sex. Is the sex just a boring chore to get through, or do you get caught up in it and respond with orgasms and all that good stuff. Personally, I don't know if I could have any kind of sex without getting turned on and having orgasms.
 
I have never done anything that approaches examples like "letting him basically hate fuck me for two days" or having repeated sex with someone I found "gross" or in explicit trade for something. I don't condemn it, but I remain curious about what it is like for the person who is the the one trading sex. Is the sex just a boring chore to get through, or do you get caught up in it and respond with orgasms and all that good stuff. Personally, I don't know if I could have any kind of sex without getting turned on and having orgasms.

Great question. I'd like to see the answer to this as well.
 
Drugs. It was a long time ago and I was an addict. Sometimes it was for money so I could buy drugs. I'm clean now thank god. Maybe grades in college although the Prof I slept with was really good looking so I would have done it anyway... but I did get a good grade in his class!
 
Once upon a time, my roommates were friends with my then-girlfriend. We were all dirt poor and as broke as the Ten Commandments. My girlfriend was coming over to my place the next day, but my roommates convinced her to pay for several pizzas to be delivered to my place in exchange for me to service her.
Long story short: My roommates pimped me out for pizza to my own girlfriend who I wanted to fuck anyways.
Oh well. I got to eat more than Top Ramen, and got laid the next day. Seemed like a good deal then.
 
D(.)(.)

Aside from household chores? Nothing comes to mind. Guess I've either been lucky, or missed out depending on your perspective.
Dollie------------ Pretty much just this. I've been a mother and a housewife. Sex any time with my husband was part of the deal.
I've always been played with by others but never had intercourse with others until late in life. I really didn't trade anything.
 
There was a guy who used to give my friends and I alcohol in exchange for sexual favours. Not exactly proud of it.
 
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