Preface: This is a take-off on the porn video series "Sell You GF". They are usually from Eastern Europe and have horrible subtitles. The reason for selling the girlfriend varies slightly from needing a new laptop to not having enough money to go on vacation.
They Needed Money
Abby had been Victor's girlfriend for three years. They were young and in love. That made it OK that they lived in a one-room apartment in a crappy neighborhood. As long as they loved each other, they could conquer any hardship.
Victor worked as a security guard at an abandoned building. One day, Victor came home with some bad news.
"My boss put me on the graveyard shift, and it doesn't pay as much." He was only making $400 a week and now, he'll only bring home $350 a week. "I don't know how we are going to make it on $350 a week. We barely survived when I made $400."
"I've got bad news too," Abby said. "The last time I drove the car, it made some nasty noises. I took it into the shop, and they said fixing it would cost $500."
Victor said, "I can't get to work without a car. The buses don't run that late. The rent is due in two weeks, and the landlord will kick us out if we're late again."
They were already on food stamps and welfare so there was no more government help for them.
Abby was quite a comely woman - lithe, slender, trim, rounded, shapely, nimble, graceful with an apple butt you wanted to bite it. She was twenty-two, tallish, with long auburn hair. Victor was not close to being good enough for her.
Abby worked at a small diner in a crappy neighborhood for $4.25 an hour plus tips. "Even if I pick up extra shifts, the best I can bring home is about $200 a week. It's not like the people in that dump tip me."
"We need money now. If I don't have the car by next week, I'll lose my job. If I lose my job, we won't have rent money. We'll end up homeless and living under the bridge."
"Can we borrow money from anybody?" she asked.
"No, we've already borrowed from everyone we know, and they know we'll never be able to pay them back. Even if we had the $500 for the car, we wouldn't have money for rent. We need to come up with $1400 for the car and rent."
Victor paused for a minute and said, "I have one idea, but I don't want to tell you. You'd never do it anyway."
"What? We're desperate."
A good-looking woman like you always has one way of making money."
"What?"
"Men will pay you to give them your...affection."
"What do you mean 'affection.'"
Victor was quiet.
"You mean they'll pay to fuck me. That would make me a whore!" She was shocked. "That's not going to happen."
Victor said, "Why not? It's only sex. If we don't do something, we'll be on the streets in a couple of weeks. You like sex and wouldn't like sleeping outside under the bridge. Being homeless I couldn't always protect you. You'd probably get raped. Right now, you're a gorgeous woman and guys would pay a lot of money to have sex with you. After a couple of weeks of living on the street, you'd be a dirty, smelly mess. You'd be lucky to earn enough money to eat screwing ten guys a day."
"Even if I was willing, how would it work? Would I just walk the streets asking men to pay me for sex? I wouldn't even know how to do it. I'd end up in jail."
"Not if we're smart. You know how to have sex and you're great at it. You could make a dead man come."
"Some rich guys were slumming at that party we went to last week. I bet they'd pay five hundred dollars an hour to be with you. I saw the way they stared at your ass. One guy, Mitch something, didn't know you were my girlfriend and said he'd loved to fuck you. He was in a thousand-dollar suit wearing a Rolex. I'm not sure why but he gave me his card."
"I don't remember him. Let's look him up on the web." They found his business site. "Oh, he's handsome and fit. He doesn't look too bad."
"This guy Mitch, I bet he'll be willing to pay $1000 for a couple of hours with you. I could stay in the room with you to keep you safe."
"If you stayed, it would be because you'd be turned on watching a stranger fuck me, you pervert."
Victor said, "You'd need to do some acting. We could tell them that it was your first time selling your body, but you really needed to earn some money somehow. You could start shy, but you'd need to be willing to do whatever they wanted. And you'd need to be very energetic and excited about it. You'd need to convince them that they were seducing you and that they were the best lover you'd ever had. Guys love to think that they are making you come. You'd have to fake orgasms like in 'When Harry Met Sally.'"
"If you were more vocal and a bit more aggressive, guys would love it. You're the sexiest woman I know. You'd make them feel like big studs that could give you multiple orgasms."
"Is this really the only way we can make some money? I don't want to be a whore."
"You won't be. It's not your job. It's a one-time thing. You'll be earning some extra money until we can get caught up. I wish I didn't have to ask you to do this. Can you think of any other way to get some money?"
"No." She was crying a little. "I guess we have no choice. Call Mitch and see if he is interested but I want to meet him first."
"He'll be interested.
Victor called Mitch. "Hi, Mitch, this is Victor. I met you at a party last weekend. You were staring at a very good-looking girl that you really wanted to have sex with."
"I remember her. She had a fine ass."
"Well, I didn't tell you at the time, but she's my girlfriend."
"I'm sorry man. I wouldn't have talked about her if I'd known. You're a lucky man."
"It turns out that we're in a financial bind and desperate. She said that she be willing to have sex with you. She'll do anything you want. Two hours for $1000. It will be the first time she's taken money for sex. She's an incredible wildcat in bed."
"Damn, I'd be up for that. I'd love to have her in my bed."
"There are a couple of things. One, she wants to see you first so we can meet outside the motel or something. The other is that she wants me to be in the room for her protection. It's her first time and she's a little nervous. I'll just sit in the corner."
"That's fine, I don't care if you watch."
They agreed to meet at a park nearby. Mitch wanted a good look at what he was buying. Abby found a slinky red dress at a resale shop. It was tight, strapless, and only held on by the stretchy fabric. She couldn't wear a bra with it, and she had a tiny thong to wear. Her shoes were low heels, not in great shape, but they showed off her shapely legs.
Mitch was tall with broad shoulders and an air of confidence that money gave you. Abby thought that he was better looking in person than in his pictures.
Mitch complained to Victor about the price and said, "For that much money she better be good." Victor pulled up the back of her dress, displayed her legs and ass, and said, "Look at that ass, man. That's all you could stare at last week at the party."
"That is a mighty fine ass."
They took an Uber to a cheap motel. Mitch obviously had a lot of money, but he didn't want to be seen with a slut like her. They walked into the room, and it smelled of old, stale sex. Abby wondered how many whores had been here fucking and sucking for money. The room showed what he thought of her. Mitch sat next to Abby on the bed and Victor sat in a chair a few feet away.
Abby acted nervous and unsure of herself because she was. She has no idea how to play this role. How does a whore start the process? Mitch reached over and touched her tit. It surprised her and she flinched.
Mitch said to Victor, "I'm spending a lot of money for her, and I expect her to want it from me. If I want her to do something, she doesn't pull away." Victor walked over and roughly pulled her top down for Mitch and pushed her towards him.
"She's just nervous because it's her first time being paid for sex. She'll be a good girl."
Abby thought, "Of course, he talked to Victor and ignored me. I'm just another object in the room."
Mitch loved Abby's tits and mauled them roughly, pinching and pulling them until they hurt. Abby moaned loudly, not because it felt good but because she wanted him to think it did. He pushed her back onto the soiled bedspread and pulled off the rest of her dress. When he pulled off her thong, she realized she was wet as the thong stuck to her bare pussy before it popped off. She was now naked in front of him. From the lustful way he looked at her, she knew that he was pleased with her body. She liked it when he stared at her that way. It had been a long time since Victor looked at her like that.
She reached out to him and rubbed his cock through his jeans. He felt big. He pinched her nipples hard. It hurt but it was somehow OK for him to hurt her. She unbuttoned his shirt and licked his nipples before pulling the shirt off his muscular back.
Mitch shoved his hand between her legs and slid several of his fingers inside her. It hurt because she wasn't ready yet. He stabbed his fingers in and out of her over and over. She groaned pretending that what he was doing felt good. He pulled them out of her, and they were wet. His ego needed to think she was wet with desire. He was not being gentle with her. But it was not like she was his date, she's just a dirty whore that he could treat how he wanted.
"Victor, I can't believe you'd sell this fine pussy." He said as he licked his fingers.
She unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. She reached in and pulled out his cock, his member, his dick, his sense of self-worth.
"Oh my god, it's so big," she said with surprise, like it really mattered.
She pulled his jeans down to his ankles. He sat on the bed as she knelt and pulled off his shoes, socks, and finally his jeans. He sat on the bed naked. She knew Victor could see Mitch's hard cock and was thinking about how he compared. How did he feel knowing Mitch would be stuffing his much larger cock into his girlfriend's pussy soon and often?
She got on her knees and looked at Victor. He was rubbing his cock through his jeans. Victor wanted to see his girlfriend sucking a stranger's big dick.
