Back when we were still in college and barely scraping by, my girlfriend and I decided to move in together. She was 20, I was 21, and splitting rent seemed like the smartest way to save money. Even so, our finances were tight.
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Then I lost my part-time job. Suddenly, covering my share of the rent became impossible.
For a while, she stretched herself to take up the slack, covering both our rents. But inevitably, her savings dwindled, and frustration crept in. Arguments about money grew more frequent, biting into our relationship. She was right to be upset, and I was trying, but I just couldn’t contribute.
Then, abruptly, the tension dissolved. One month, the fights stopped, and she seemed calm again.
Curious, I asked what had changed.
“I worked out an arrangement with the landlord,” she said quietly.
“What the hell does that mean?” I pressed. “Did he give us more time?”
Her answer took my breath away. “No. I gave him a blowjob to cover your half of the rent this month.”
My heart plummeted. She explained everything. She had approached him, explained our financial situation, but he showed zero sympathy.
Shockingly, it was her idea first. She volunteered to perform oral on him to settle the debt. Not a proposition from him—just her desperate, willing offer. I told her how that made me feel, but she snapped back, telling me that if I weren’t a deadbeat, other men wouldn’t be able to buy favors from her.
Initially, she tried to convince him to accept her blowjob as payment for both our shares, but he refused. Then she bargained to cover just my half—also denied.
Frustrated, she told him to at least let her prove what he was turning down. Without hesitation, she dropped to her knees, unzipped his pants, and promised that if he still wasn’t interested, he could say no afterward.
What followed was, in her words, the best blowjob she’d ever given. For twenty minutes, she worked him with her mouth, until finally he grabbed her head roughly and fucked her mouth like she was a toy. Moments later, he came hard inside her throat. She swallowed every drop without hesitation.
When she finished, she asked if he accepted her offer.
He shook his head. The blowjob was good—but not enough to cover my rent.
Her devastation was palpable. Then he added a cold condition: he would forgive my half if he could use her whenever he wished.
Hearing that shattered me. Not just the oral favors—but anything he wanted. She agreed.
When I confronted her, she admitted that beyond avoiding eviction, there was a twisted thrill in submitting to a man with power over another man’s girlfriend. She even confessed he was better endowed than me and looked forward to his touch.
She said all this with a mixture of arousal and resentment, a hard truth for me to swallow. Earning respect from her after she’d surrendered to another man’s demands to keep us afloat was impossible.
It didn’t take long before I saw the true weight of the deal she’d made.