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Posted by Anonymous
on June 26th, 2012 at 10:43 AM

About 10 years ago I was going to college in a major city. Money was tight and I was only working part time. I saw an ad in the personals section of the local newspaper of a guy who was looking to play with a woman's feet. No sex involved. He was offering to pay a woman to fondle her feet.

I figured this would be pretty harmless and arranged to meet him. he wasn't anything to look at. In fact, I would guess he would have a hard time getting a date and that is why he was going to pay me. I took a lot of precautions like meeting him in a public place (parking lot), got into his car only after he gave me the keys, made sure the door was ajar so I could escape quickly if necessary. I took my sandals off and let him play with my feet for about 20 minutes and he paid me for it. I met him every week and soon his payments were part of my weekly budget.

As I got more comfortable with him, we took it a bit further. He would open his pants and I would use my feet to massage him and eventually he started getting off. But this was too risky in a parking lot so I agreed to meet him at his house. Eventually, he asked me for oral sex and we agreed on a price and I started to have oral sex with him every week. Again, I was used to the money, felt he was harmless and made it part of my life. But down inside I was kind of disgusted with myself because I knew I was just having sex for money. I wasn't enjoying having oral sex with an overweight, balding, middle-aged guy.

These meetings progressed from plain oral sex to me taking my top off and letting him play with my breasts and eventually me having oral sex with him only in my panties. After a few weeks, he dropped the big question... would I let him have intercourse with him. He named a price and I found it hard to say no. I had gone this far, was still struggling financially and said that I would. The next time we met at his place he met me at the door dressed in a robe. I was repulsed by him as soon as he opened it. I had never seen him completely naked and didn't like what I saw. I just wanted to get it over with. I ******** down and performed oral sex on him until he was ready. When I laid on the bed he told me to lean over the edge of the bed instead and he entered my from behind. He was rough and very verbal, calling me all sorts of names. He lasted a long time and when he finished he just pulled out his wallet and threw the money on the bed and told me to let myself out.

I felt so humiliated that I allowed myself to be put in such a degrading position and vowed never to see him again. But when he called the next week I agreed to see him and continued for a few years. Our meetings were always humiliating and more and more sexually deviant until I finally left the city.

I never told anyone else about this part of my life.

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  1. Jcalero - 41-45 years old - male

    Posted by Jcalero on June 26th, 2012 at 10:55 AM

    Every saint has a past and every sinner has a future !

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  2. Anonymous

    Reply by An EP User May 23rd, 2015 at 9:34AM

  3. teahouse2 - 61-65 years old - male

    Posted by teahouse2 on June 26th, 2012 at 11:13 AM


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  4. Anonymous

    Reply by An EP User May 23rd, 2015 at 9:34AM

  5. walabby - 56-60 years old - male

    Posted by walabby on June 26th, 2012 at 6:10 PM

    Put it behind you and never look back. Go see a therapist if you need to.

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  6. Anonymous

    Reply by An EP User May 23rd, 2015 at 9:34AM

  7. freedomtrails - 70+ years old

    Posted by freedomtrails on June 26th, 2012 at 7:16 PM

    We learn from every experience we encounter; weather we consider the experience good or bad. . . The more intense and powerful the experience, the more we seem to learn, and the longer the lessons stick with us. . . Search for the good in life if you can, but accept whatever comes your way, and allow yourself and others the courtesy of making mistakes; for I have learned so much more from my mistakes in life than by the times when I considered myself to be righteous. . . nwm. . .

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  8. Anonymous

    Reply by An EP User May 23rd, 2015 at 9:34AM

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