Gambling (Text Version)

In college some of your room mates were often playing poker, as well as betting on football matches along with baseball, and it was then that you discovered that you could bet on pretty much any game out there.
At first your bets were small, ten dollars on a football match, but as time passed your bets started to get larger and larger, and at first you won most of your bets.
But then in your senior year in college you started to loose more and more, and soon you were borrowing money to gamble.
Since gambling were quite popular at your college, there were a few bookies that you could place your bets at.
And it was because of your bets at this bookie that you started to get into real trouble, and one day there was a knock on your dorm room door.
"Hey... who are you?" You said as two black guys pushed their way into your room.
"They're with me." You heard coming from over at the door, and as you turned around you saw the meanest looking black guy you had ever seen.
"What... what do you want?" You said stuttering feeling a bit intimidated.
"You owe Miles money, white boy." He told you in a rough voice.
Miles was one of the bookies that you had placed some bad bets to.
"I... I don't have the money, but maybe next week..." You said feeling worried.
"Take that computer over there, that looks like it could bring in some cash." He told the two black guys in the room.
"N... no that's my computer, I need that..." You said stuttering.
"Yo listen up white boy, you should be glad that I don't break your knees." That mean black guy told you as you got more than a little intimidated.
As the three of them left, you saw one of your room mates coming back.
"Hey, Tyrone wasn't here for you, was he?" Your room mate asked you.
"Yeah..." You nodded not knowing his name until your room mate told you.
"Oh shit, you're in some real trouble then, that's one person you don't want to mess with." Your room mate then told you.
Your room mate then told that Tyrone was someone that the bookies at your college used when someone couldn't pay back what they owed, and he had beaten up quite a few people that hadn't payed, your room mate also told you that there were rumors that Tyrone had connections with the Black Stripes, who was a large black gang downtown, and listening to your room mate you got more and more scared.
The very next day Tyrone showed up at your dorm room again.
"These are some of the brothas homework that you will be doing." Tyrone told you handing you a bunch of books.
"But... I... I don't have time for my own." You stuttered out feeling worried.
"Does it look like I care, just be sure that you do these first, or else you're going to get fucked up white boy." Tyrone told you in a mean voice.
"Oh... okay..." You told him feeling more and more intimidated by him.
"Also this Friday, you'll be one of the waiters down at our fraternity." He told you as you reluctantly nodded because you didn't want him to get more upset.


That Friday was one of the most humiliating days of your life, Tyrone had you do anything that his fraternity brothas wanted you to do, you were even told to go over to a cheerleader fraternity and hand them a note, but that wasn't the worst part, you were made to do it completely nude, and you felt so humiliated as they laughed at you.
After that day you were a constant waiter over at Tyrone's fraternity, and though you really started to hate Tyrone, who was the rudest and meanest guy you had ever met, you were way too intimidated and scared of him to do anything about it.
And since you were doing so many brothas homeworks, your own grades started to fall more and more, until you even failed some courses.
At the college graduation, even though that you had such low grades that you barely passed, you were still glad, since you had managed to pay Tyrone's bookies off, and you were free of the rudest black guy you had ever met, and you wished that you would never meet him again.
As a couple of years passed, and because of your lousy grades you couldn't get anything but a low paying job.
Even though you didn't like your job at C-Mart, you did have one bright moment in your day, and that was coming home to your girlfriend.
You had met her two years ago, and it was love at first sight for you, you had never seen such a beautiful girl before, and when she finally went out with you, it was one of the happiest days of your life.
But the happiest day in your life came just last week when you asked her to marry you, and she said yes, and at that moment you felt like the luckiest guy in the world.
During the last two years with your girlfriend, now your fiance, you hadn't gambled much at all, but as it was time for Super Bowl, you couldn't resist.
So you asked around a bit, and then finally found a bookie that you could place a bet at, but before you placed at bet there you checked the bookie out.
There wasn't much that you could find out about him, just that he was a married thirty four year old white guy, who looked like he hadn't spent a day in a gym in his entire life, much like yourself you hated to admit, although his wife who assisted him in his office, was quite good looking, and you couldn't help but to wonder how a guy like him could get a woman like that, which made you think of your own beautiful fiance.
Then when you couldn't find out anymore, you placed a bet at the bookies, and amazingly you won, which caused you to keep on playing.
And then a month later, you owed him almost five grand, which you didn't have, and then one day you got a call that the bookie wanted to meet you in his office.
When your bride-to-be asked you about it, you told her that you had made a couple of bad bets, but that you would take care of it, that's why you were going down to see the bookies now.
As you got down to his office you started to feel more and more uncomfortable, what little you had learned about the bookie, the fact that you hadn't seen any bodyguards, made you feel a bit better, but you still owed him quite a bit of money.


"Ah good of you to be here on time." The bookie told you almost sounding polite.
"Now I know I owe you a..." You were interrupted by him.
"Would you like something to drink?" He asked you.
"No... I'm fine thank you..." You told him.
"And about what you owe me, I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to sit down for a while." He then told you which you found a bit strange.
"Why?" You asked. "Well I don't actually handle collections, one of my boss's men does that." As he told you that he had a boss you started to feel a bit more worried.
"And if I could give you some advice before he arrives, don't do anything to upset him, and what ever you do, don't disrespect him." The bookie told you, as if he himself was rather scared of this man who was on his way.
And then all of a sudden the door opened and the bookie's wife walked in alongside this huge and intimidating looking black man.
As you sat behind him you couldn't' get a good look at him, but you did notice something rather strange, he had his hand on the bookie's wife's butt, and though you couldn't be sure, it did look like the bookie also was aware of this, and it appeared as if he wasn't going to say anything about it.
"So where's this fool who owes the boss money?" The black man asked the bookie.
"He... he's sitting over there." The bookie told him and you couldn't help but to notice that the bookie seemed rather intimidated by this man.
As he turned around, you saw a rough but familiar face, a face that you had hoped never to see again.
"Well now, who do we have here..." He said with that rude and smug look on his face.
Now here in front of you stood Tyrone, the man you had despised during your last year in college, a man that was the rudest guy you had ever met, words couldn't describe how much you didn't like him.
"I... I..." You stuttered feeling worried as you got interrupted.
"Shut the fuck up white boy... lets make one thing clear, you owe my boss money, and that is something that he doesn't like, and that makes me very upset." Tyrone then told you in a mean voice which made you feel more intimidated and scared than you had ever felt before.
"I... I don't have the money but..." You managed to stutter out.
"That's why you're here fool..." He told you in his rude way.
By now you could clearly tell that the bookie was almost as scared of Tyrone as you were.
"Hand over your wallet." Tyrone then told you.
"But I don't..." You were trying to say. "You better not be talking back to me white boy." He told in his mean voice.
"O... of... course not... here..." You slowly handed him your wallet.
"First of all we're going to empty out all your bank and credit cards." Tyrone told you.
"And then we're... well what do we have here... who's the bitch?" Tyrone then said as he held up a photo of your bride-to-be.
"Th... that's... my fiance." You stuttered out, not liking what he had called her, but you felt way to scared to say anything about that.


"So, getting married are you?" Tyrone said with a smug look on his face.
"Ehm... yes..." You said feeling more and more worried.
"Well she's one fine looking bitch, maybe I should come over and show her some moves in bed, for you wedding day." Tyrone then said with a grin on his face.
"N... no..." You got the nerve up to object.
"What!, I hope you're not telling me what I can, and cannot do!" Tyrone then said with a very stern sound of voice, which made you feel even more intimidated.
"I... I'm not... but... she's... she's my fiance, and we're going to get married." You stuttered out feeling anxious.
"So fucking what... tell me white boy, she ever been with a nigga before?" Tyrone then kept on taunting you, as you remembered just how much you despised this rude black man, and even though you wanted to speak out, you felt way too intimidated to say anything.
"That's... that... that's not any of your busi..." You got the courage up to say.
"So, disrespecting me right in my face." Tyrone then said as he got even meaner looking as he walked towards you.
"Get the fuck up white boy!" He then told you as you slowly got up on your feet feeling so scared.
"Arghh..." You fell back into the chair after being hit in the gut by Tyrone.
"I... I'm... I'm sorry..." You pleaded with his as you were trying to catch your breath, feeling so intimidated, knowing that he could break you in a half if he wanted to.
"And don't you ever talk back to me again white boy." Tyrone then told you in his meanest of voices.
"But just because of that, I'm going to tell you right now, I am going to fuck that sweet looking bitch of yours." Tyrone then told you as you felt so anxious.
"I..." You wanted to say something, but at the last moment you stopped, feeling too scared and intimidated.
"And not only that white boy, you are going to help me do it." Tyrone then told you with a smug look on his face.
Tyrone then told you that this Friday you will tell your fiance that you are going out, and that she would dress hot because you want to show her off.
Though you hated to admit it, that was something that you had been wanting to ask her for some time now, you did want to show off your beautiful girlfriend, knowing that she was yours, but now it was the guy that you despised so much that was calling the shots.
As Friday draws closer and closer, you feel more and more worried, even anxious.
Then as Friday arrived you couldn't believe how gorgeous your fiance looked, she wore her sexy black dress, and to your surprise you could tell that she didn't wear a bra, you could almost see her large breasts through the dress, and for a moment you forgot all about Tyrone, but then it came back, and you felt even more anxious.
Then you got a phonecall from Tyrone, telling you to come outside, and as you asked your girlfriend to wait, you walked outside and saw this black SUV parked outside your house, and at that moment this mean looking black guy got out of the car and called you over.


"Yo white boy." Tyrone said as you got inside the car.
"H... hello." You said feeling more than a little uncomfortable.
"So tell me, how's your bride-to-be looking?" Tyrone then asked with a smug look on his face, as the two huge black guys sitting in the backseat grinned.
"She's... she's... looking gorgeous." You reluctantly told him as he gave you a mean look, and you knew that you had to answer.
"Damn niggas, soon this white boy's girlfriend is going to be moaning this nigga's name." Tyrone then said grinning which made you feel so anxious.
"What do you think about that white boy, my nigga here going to fuck your girlfriend." One of the black guys in the backseat taunted you.
"You better not be disrespectful, you better answer him." Tyrone looked at you in a mean way.
"I... I... I don't like... it..." You nervously spoke out, which was the only thing you thought of that wouldn't be too disrespectful to say.
"Well you two wait right here, I haven't decided wether or not I will be keeping this fool inside the house with me." Tyrone then told the two black guys in the backseat.
You felt your heart starting to beat faster and faster as the two of you stepped out of the car, and started to walk up to the front door.
"Please Tyrone... please don't do this... I love her so much." You then whimpered out.
"Damn you're pathetic, it's going to feel so fucking good hearing that bitch of your begging for this nigga." Tyrone told you as he kept his hand over his crotch, grinning at you.
A moment later you opened the door and the two of you stepped inside your house, and as you did, your girlfriend came around the corner.
"Honey I... who's this?" She asked you when Tyrone came into view.
"This... this... is Tyrone." You told her quietly.
"Oh but I thought... oh..." Your girlfriend said, as you saw that she realized who this was.
You had mentioned Tyrone to her a few times, as you had told her that he was this rude bully from college that you despised.
"Yo bitch... looking good... white boy here wasn't lying." Tyrone then said with a grin on his face.
"Honey?" Your fiance looked a bit confused.
"Sweetheart... I... this..." You tried to explain but you didn't know how.
"Look bitch... your boy here thought that you should have a nigga inside you before marrying him." Tyrone then told her with a smug look on his face.
"What... I don't... honey?" She said looking over at you, but all you could do was to look down a bit, as you felt so anxious.
"You don't want me to...well...?" She asked you again looking at you.
As you looked up at her, she looked so beautiful, but then you looked down a bit again and reluctantly nodded yes.


"Look bitch, this fool of yours owes me money, and this is just one way to pay it off." Tyrone then told her, and you could tell that your girlfriend then realized that you owed them a lot more than you had told her.
Then you were shocked as you heard what your fiance said next.
"If... If I do what you want, will you let him go?" She asked him.
"That's depends." Tyrone said with a smug look on his face.
"That depends on what?" She then asked him.
"If you're any good bitch." He then told her with an evil grin on his face, as your girlfriend then nodded.
"Get over to that couch bitch." Tyrone told her, as she then leaned over to you.
"I will try and get this over with as fast as possible honey... I'm doing this because I love you." She then told you, but that really didn't put your mind at ease.
Then you saw your fiance walking over towards the couch, and that rude black guy following right behind her.
As your girlfriend stopped at the couch and turned around, Tyrone leaned right over and planted his lips on hers, and you felt so jealous as you saw she started to kiss him back, with full tongue.
All during this Tyrone had his hands on your girlfriend's butt, squeezing and groping her, and just as he fondled her breasts, though you didn't want to admit it, you could hear a soft moan coming from your girlfriend, like she was enjoying it.
"Lets get these clothes off of you..." Tyrone then told her as she slowly let her dress fall down on the floor, and a moment later she had stepped out of her thong, and now here your girlfriend was, standing completely naked in front of this rude black man that you despised so much.
As you reluctantly watched your girlfriend move in front of Tyrone, you could swear that she leaned over and whispered something to him.
"Hell yeah bitch... you're looking fine as hell..." Tyrone then told her with a grin on his face, and as he did that you thought, no she couldn't have asked him anything like that.
Then a few moments later Tyrone had removed his shirt and was stepping out of his pants, revealing something that got an amazed look on your girlfriend's face.
"I think you're going to have to lube this nigga up first bitch..." Tyrone then told her as he sat down on the couch, and as he did you saw this enormous black cock sticking right up, your own penis even shrunk more at the sight of that monster.
As your girlfriend slowly got down on her knees she still had that amazed look on her face, when she gave you a small look, just before she lowered her head down over that black cock.
You thought that your heart would stop as you witnessed your girlfriend's lips wrapped around that fat head of his, as she was trying to suck him.
"Damn bitch, can't you do any better than that." Tyrone then said as he looked over at you with a grin on his face, and as you looked over at your girlfriend, it was almost as if she was offended by that, and it looked like she was trying harder.


"That's more like it bitch, suck that mutha fucka..." Tyrone told her as he taunted you.
"I think it lubed up good now, turn around bitch..." You didn't want to admit it, but your girlfriend almost seemed dissapointed when he told her to stop giving head.
"It's so big... I don't know if I can take it..." Your fiance then softly said which made you feel so inferior.
"You've not had a nigga before, so you're bound to be tight... but I'll make it fit." Tyrone then said as he had a smug look on his face as he looked over at you.
"Oh.... goddddd..." You girlfriend then moaned out loud as Tyrone pushed a few inches inside of her.
You couldn't believe that this could ever happen, that rude black guy that you despised so much, was now here in front of you having his way with the girl of your dreams.
"Damn you're tight bitch..." Tyrone said as he seemed to be pulling his cock out of her.
"N..no... don't' pull it out..." You felt so jealous and humiliated as you heard your girlfriend moan.
"Like this nigga huh bitch... then take it..." Tyrone told as he then shoved the whole thing inside of her.
"Ahhhh.... ohhhh goddddd..." Your girlfriend moaned out loudly, and by the look of her face, you knew what had happened, she had orgasmed, you had seen that look on her face once before, when you went down on her and used a vibrator.
After that she started to move with him, moving her hips as he slammed into her.
You felt so weak and inferior as you looked as this rude black guy, grinning at you as he pounded your beautiful girlfriend, and if that wasn't worse enough, it was when she moaned.
"Oh yes... fuck me... with that black cock..." She moaned loudly making you feel so humiliated.
"Ah fuck... turn around bitch." Tyrone then grunted.
Your girlfriend then quickly turned around and got down on her knees, it was like she knew what he wanted.
"Eat it bitch..." Tyrone grunted as your girlfriend wrapped her lips around his cock just in time as he erupted.
You couldn't belive that your girlfriend was sucking him off as he was spewing cum in her mouth, and it looked like she was more than eager to swallow his entire load of sperm.
"So... much..." Your girlfriend moaned out a little and as she did some semen poured out from her mouth, as she quickly closed her mouth and kept on sucking.
Then a while later after having humiliated you some more, Tyrone asked her where your bedroom was, and your girlfriend was more than eager to show him.
That night you spent the night on the couch, though it was hard to sleep, and the times you did fall asleep, you were awoken by your girlfriend's loud moans.