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Gamble

Date: 5/4/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Anal, Black, Erotica, Extreme, Interracial, Voyeurism, Author: Unknow user, Rating: 90.2, Source: sexstories.com

I don't even know poker that well, but even I could see that. Anger rose up from within, but nothing like the anger I felt when the final card was turned over, sealing Todd's fate. I couldn't even speak. Fuck this! I had to get out of there, and I didn't care how drunk I was - it was time to bail. I reached for my keys, but Deon's hand covered them before I could. "Sorry shorty, I can't let you do that," he said, his voice suddenly more serious than before. At first I thought he was joking, but it didn't feel like a joke at all. I looked at Todd, but he was staring holes into the table, refusing to look back at me. "He's got the car," Todd finally said. "What?" "Deon's got the cars...until I win them back." I felt the blood drain out of my face and sat down again. "You gambled the cars? You gambled MY car? That wasn't yours to take, it's in my name, Todd!" "You know what? I don't give a fuck whose name what's in. You have a title somewhere, you can sign it over, don't matter a damn bit to me what it says," Deon said, grabbing both sets of keys and flipping them over to his two friends. "Unless, that is, you want to keep playing." I couldn't believe what I was hearing- I remember closing my eyes, hoping it was a dream. I tried to think of what to do, but I knew there was nothing I could do. I couldn't even muster anger anymore, the shock was too potent. "I can do this," Todd said. "I can get this back. I can at least get your car back, I owe that to you." I couldn't bear to ... show my tears and covered my face with my hands. My dad had given me that car for graduating high school. He knew I wasn't bound for college, and that I was the type of person who would go from job to job, until eventually I found out what would made me happy. But he also knew I'd take loving care of anything he gave me. So, the day after graduation, I found a Honda Accord sitting in the driveway. He'd bought it for me. It wasn't brand new, but it wasn't beat up and it was new to me, which was all that mattered. About six months later, my dad died of a heart attack. I swore I'd drive that car until it could give no more to me, and it my last connection to my dad. Now, 4 years later, these thugs owned it because my boyfriend didn't know when to quit. It didn't matter how I got there, though; all that mattered was that I get that car back. Yet, something told me that begging wasn't quite going to do it, and of course I had no money. That left Todd's insistence that he could get it back as my only option. "So you want to keep playing then?" Deon asked. "I can make you a loan, as you can see," he said, gesturing at his massive stack of chips and cash. "And we'll play heads up, just us two, but I'm going to need to hold something of value for it." "Anything you want, just pick it," Todd said, itching to get back in the game and redeem himself. "I got you motherfuckers pegged now- just give me one more shot." "Hahaha, big talk from a man who's $3,500, a guitar, an antique ring, and ...