Sold by My Boyfriend
Marley Quinn
Sold By My Boyfriend
by Marley Quinn
Table of Contents
Table of Contents
Responsibilities
Sly Bastard
Time to Pay the Rent
A Man’s Job
Cocksure
Good Girl
How Ironic
Responsibilities
I have always been a good girlfriend, never cheating on Larry or even really flirting with other guys.
But I'm only 18 years old, and it wasn’t easy keeping myself just for my nerdy boyfriend. And now Larry had gotten us into a bit of trouble...again.
I can't say I'm surprised, to be honest.
Larry lost his job down at the bowling alley a few months back, and now we're falling behind on bills and everything else.
He keeps pestering me to get a job, but, like, I'm in college, you know what I mean? Besides, it's a man's responsibility to make money.
My job is to make sure I look good. And if he really loved me, he'd know that.
Larry tried to hide the scope of the problem from me for a while, but it wasn't long before the phone kept ringing with creditors demanding that he pay them.
Even worse, when I confronted Larry about the rent, he admitted that we were three months behind. Three months! And if he didn't find a way to pay the rent soon, we'd be out on the street.
Look, it's probably not politically correct to say this, but I was way too hot to be homeless.
One day, he got a call from Tristin, our landlord. Larry ran into the bathroom so I couldn't hear what he was saying, but when he came back out, his face was as white as a ghost.
"What is it?" I said. "Is it bad?"
"We're going to get kicked out," Larry said. "Tristin says we owe too much."
"But can't you ask him to give us some more time to come up with the money?" I said.
"He said he's out of time," said Larry, unable to meet my gaze.
"Good job, loser!" I screamed. "What am I supposed to do now?"
"Well, there is one option," said Larry. "But I'm not sure if you're gonna like it."
"Come on, spit it out," I said. "It can't be worse than being on the street, can it?"
"Okay, just hear me out," said Larry. "But Tristin said he'll forgive all the back rent if he can fuck you once."
"What?" I spluttered.
"I mean, think about it, okay? If you're willing to have sex with him just once, he'll wipe out the whole debt, and we won't have to worry about this anymore."
"Are you fucking kidding me?" I said. "Are you seriously trying to pimp me out? How dare you!"
"I told him I'd ask you, didn't I?" retorted Larry. "But I don't know what other choice we have, Nadia. Unless you win the lottery or something, this is the only offer on the table."
"And you're gonna look me in the eye and tell me you're okay with some other guy fucking me?" I said.
"No," said Larry, gulping audibly. "But I told Tristin that, if this happens, I've got to be in the room. That way you won't have to go through this alone."
"Jesus, Larry!" I said. "Can't you ask your parents for a loan or something?"
"Don't you think I've tried everything already?" said Larry, a sheen of sweat breaking out on his forehead. "My mom's broke, and my stepdad laughed in my face."
"Oh, you've tried everything, eh?" I said. "Except for getting a fucking job."
"You don't know what it's like out there!" said Larry, using that whiny tone of voice that I absolutely hate. "I send out, like, a hundred resumes every day, and I never hear back from anyone. What more can I do?"
"Oh my god, sometimes, I really hate you," I growled as I paced around the tiny living room of our apartment.
"Come on, Nadia," said Larry, trying to touch me on my arm, but I jerked back to avoid his loathsome touch. "It'll just be one time. That's not so bad, is it?"
"Prostituting myself one time isn't so bad?" I said. "Seriously? That's what you're telling me? Christ, I can't believe I let myself get into this mess."
"Nadia, I love you," said Larry, sinking to his knees. "Please believe me. If there were any other way, I wouldn't be asking you. But I need you to do this, baby."
He put his hand on my leg, looking up at me with pleading eyes. "If you do this for me, I swear, I'll never forget it. You're my girl, and I promise I'll take care of you forevermore."
Larry looked up at me so pathetically that I felt my resistance begin to crumble. "You'll really be in the room the whole time?"
"I swear, I will," said Larry. "I won't let anything happen to you, I promise."
"And no butt stuff," I said. "Because I'm not doing butt stuff."
"Absolutely," said Larry. "Just regular, um... you know, stuff."
"Fine," I said, folding my arms.
Larry broke out into a huge grin and sprang to his feet, wrapping me in a passionate hug even though I didn't reciprocate it. "Oh my god, you're the best! I love you so much, Nadia."
"Whatever," I muttered.
"Okay, I'm going to go call Tristin right now," said Larry, dashing into the kitchen. "We're saved! Yes!"
Sly Bastard
The "big event" was scheduled for three o'clock the next afternoon.
Larry fell asleep within five seconds of his head hitting the pillow, but I stayed awake for hours, tossing and turning. Could I really go through with this?
I'd only met Larry's landlord Tristin one time before, and that was just for a few seconds as I was coming back from class and he was leaving after picking up the rent.
About all I knew about Tristin was that he was in his mid to late 30s and had a pretty muscular build. I think Larry said he was a pro-am golfer or something, but I'm not quite sure.
Either way, he wasn't an ugly man, but I'd never even once considered him as a sexual partner. Of course not. Why would I? I've been a faithful girlfriend.
But now that I was facing homelessness, things had changed, and now I had to fuck the guy in order to keep on living in Larry's apartment.
Could I actually go through with it? I really didn't know. I considered whether or not I should get drunk first, but then I nixed that idea as I'm not much of a drinker.
And the last thing I wanted to do was puke on the poor guy. Because I was definitely going to be nervous.
I'd never had a one-night stand, so I didn't know anything about the mechanics of having sex with someone I didn't know well.
I mean, yeah, Tristin was attractive enough, but I didn't even know his last name or what kind of music he liked.
Hell, I knew almost nothing about him except that he was Larry's landlord and that he liked to wear polo shirts and chinos.
And how, exactly, would the sex go? Was he into rough stuff? Did he want to smack me around and pull my hair? Or was he going to "make love" to me?
And how weird would it be for that to happen with Larry right there in the room with us?
Perhaps most importantly, what was his dick like?
I'd gotten kind of used to Larry's cock, which was neither wide nor particularly long, but Larry always made sure to finish me off with some attentive oral at the end.
Did Tristin have a big dick? Was he going to stretch me wide open? I just didn't know.
It was while thinking these kinds of thoughts that I realized that I was starting to get a little aroused.
Somehow, knowing that I was going to have a brand-new dick inside of me soon was kind of exciting.
It felt kind of weird to think of fucking a guy I didn't know, but at the same time, it was so naughty that it started getting me wet.
I looked over at Larry, who was fast asleep. His mouth was wide open, and he was softly snoring, clearly oblivious to the storm raging inside of me.
I slowly pulled down my panties and then began stroking my clit, softly at first and then more intensely.
Lying there in bed, I started picturing Tristin on top of me, thrusting his fat cock deep inside of my pussy. I imagined him grunting with pleasure as he fucked me, his hips pumping furiously.
Then I pictured Larry standing in the corner of the room watching me get plowed by another man, powerless to do anything about it. The thought of it sent shivers of pleasure running down my spine.
I imagined Tristin pulling out of me and coming all over my stomach, grunting like a caveman as he slathered me with his juices. And when I looked over, I saw that Larry's eyes were wide.
At first, I thought the expression on Larry's face was one of disbelief, but then I realized that it was mixed in with a hint of excitement as well.
Aha! He was getting turned on by watching another man fuck me, the sly bastard.
I couldn't prevent myself from moaning as I climaxed, my whole body trembling so violently that I was afraid I was going to wake up Larry.
But he kept on snoring, lost in his little dream world where his girlfriend did all the work of keeping them off the streets, and I felt a spark of hate flare up in my heart.
But after I pulled up my panties, I found myself growing drowsy. Whatever would happen tomorrow would happen.
All I could do was wait and see how it turned out.