Andrea was fuming. "Absolutely fucking not."
"Come on babe," whined Brad. "This hand is a shoe-in I'm telling you."
Andrea looked passed Brad to the poker table behind him. The brute he was up against was leaned across the table looking at Brad's cards while his lackeys, the others that Brad had been losing money to all night watched and laughed soundlessly.
"You are a goddamn idiot. Have you never seen a movie in your life? You're going to walk back over there and ante me up like some kind of trophy and then he'll call and you'll lose."
Now the brute was swapping out his cards no doubt making his hand good enough to beat Brad's.
"That's just bullshit movie stuff. I have four-of-a-goddamn-kind. If we win we walk away with eight grand. Don't be such a fucking prude. I'd do the same for you."
"You'd let me ante you up so that you'd have to suck off a black guy if I lost?"
"Don't be a smart ass Andrea," hissed Brad. "You know what I mean goddamn it. Are you going to let me do it or are you going to lose us eight fucking grand?"
The brute had finished swapping his cards out and caught Andrea's eye as he sat back down. He smiled smugly at her. She stared him down for a moment.
"And if you lose?" she asked. "What do I get then?"
"Whatever the fuck you want," Brad said exasperated.
"Fine," she acquiesced. "But you're going to regret this Bradley. Mark my words."
"About fucking time," he snarled and ran back to the table.
"You get the lady's permission?" asked the brutish man across from Brad.
"Fuck yes I did," he responded entirely too smugly. "I'm all in."
"Just so you know," said the brute. "I think you're a fucking disgusting asshole for even suggesting this shit. That's your goddamn wife man."
"Like I give a shit what you think of me," said Brad flipping his cards. "Four queens motherfucker."
"Shit," said the brute.
Brad laughed and started dragging the money pile toward himself.
"Don't get excited white boy," said the brute. He took a long, slow drag from his cigar and exhaled the smoke cloud right toward Brad. He flipped his cards. "I got this straight flush here that says your wife's fine ass is mine now."
Silence.
The brute sat smugly watching Brad. Brad sat staring at the cards. The lackeys watched Brad. Andrea watched the brute. He took another drag from his cigar and exhaled. His strong black hands reached out and pulled the cash to his side of the table.
Brad still hadn't spoken.
"Well baby girl," the brute said to Andrea. "Looks like you're all mine now. Why don't you come over here and sit with me?"
Andrea hesitated.
"Get the fuck over here," the brute ordered slapping the table.
She made sure to knock into Brad as she passed and took a seat next to the brute. He towered over her, his biceps practically the size of her thigh. Brad was still quiet.
"Hey white boy," said one of the lackeys. "If you're broke get the fuck up. We ain't done playing yet." He pulled Brad up and dragged him over to the couch.
"Nah," said the brute putting his hand on Andrea's thigh. "I think I'm done with cards. How about we cash-in?"
The lackeys laughed. One of them slapped Brad on the back, "That means he's ready to fuck your wife you sissy bitch!"
"So white boy," said the brute as he slid his hand up Andrea's thigh. "You gonna hang around for this or do you wanna maybe step outside?"
Andrea spread her legs little to let the brute's hand slide higher. "I think he should stay. This was his idea after all. Let him see his handiwork."
The lackeys howled with laughter.
"I like the way you think girl. That's fucking cruel." He was rubbing her pussy through her panties now.
"Fuck that. He wanted to bet me like a fucking Rolex and he lost."
The brute laughed and stubbed out his cigar. "Well then how about we teach him a lesson?"
The poker table was tossed aside and Andrea was on her knees in the center of the room. The brute loomed over her.
"You ready for this?"
Andrea nodded up at him, giving him her best coy little whore look.
He unzipped his pants and pulled out the biggest cock she had ever seen. It was at least ten inches long and as thick as her wrist. Her pussy immediately moistened at the sight of it.
"Oh my god," she said breathlessly.
The lackeys howled again.
"Well," said the brute grabbing a handful of her red hair. "Don't just stare at it. Suck it you fucking whore."
"Yes sir," she said taking in as much as she could. She had always prided herself on her dick sucking but she suddenly felt like an amateur, like she'd never even seen a dick before today. All the little white cocks she'd had before today - up to an including Brad - paled in comparison to the ebony beast now trying to gag her into unconsciousness.
The brute started thrusting into her mouth a little, working himself deeper and deeper. She felt herself gag a little but only the once. To her surprise she was getting closer and closer to actually deepthroating this massive tool. Not at all to her surprise she was loving this.
"Goddamn girl," huffed the brute. "You know how to handle a dick."
The lackeys howled. "Maybe when you're done with her she can handle us too."
Andrea moaned her consent around the brute's dick.
"I think that's a yes boys," laughed the brute. "Looks like this one really is a fucking whore." He turned to Brad. "Hey white boy! You're wife is a filthy whore, you know that? I bet this ain't the first time she sucked someone else's cock."
The lackeys were laughing even harder now. One of the nudged Brad, "When we're done with her she ain't gonna want no more white dick you know!"
Finally she couldn't take it anymore. Andrea puled away from the brute's cock and gulped the air. After regaining her composure she looked up at the brute.
"How about it slut? You sucking off your husband's friend's behind his back?"
"Once," Andrea purred while rubbing herself and stroking the brute's cock. "When Brad was at work the neighbor bent me over the tool bench in his garage and fucked me while his wife was inside watching television."
The lackeys howled with laughter again.
"I let him cum in me too."
"Goddamn girl," said the brute, stroking his cock. "You're filthier than I thought."
"And once when Brad was late to pick me up from work I got a ride home with the Oscar security guard," she slipped three fingers into her pussy. "I sucked his cock all the way home and swallowed his load in the driveway while Brad was inside the house."
The lackeys hooted.
"A few days later we were on break together and he fucked me in the back of his SUV. I let him cum in me too."
The brute pulled Andrea up so she was standing in front of him. The lackeys encircled her and one pulled her shirt up over her head.
"You ready to have that pussy wrecked?"
The brute started to pull down Andrea's panties but Brad jumped up, suddenly able to speak. "Wait a goddamn minute. That wasn't part of the deal-" he didn't get to finish. One of the lackeys turned and socked him in the mouth. Dejected, he dropped back down onto the couch.
"Shut your fucking mouth white boy. If the lady wants to get fucked, she's gonna get fucked and you're gonna just sit there and fucking watch."
Andrea whirled on him and glared at Brad. "The deal, Bradley, is that you bet me like a fucking poker chip and this-" she eye-fucked the brute "-man won fair and square which means I'm now his. So just sit your pathetic ass down and watch him and his friend fuck me stupid. Maybe you'll learn a thing or two."
She reached under her skirt and pulled down off her panties. She tossed them to a nearby lackey. "Do me a favor and gag that little faggot." She then unzipped her skirt, kicked it aside and unhooked her bra. One of the lackeys grabbed it from her and tied Brad's hands behind his back with it before stuffing the panties into his mouth.
She turned back to the brute, "How about you ruin my little pussy now?"
"With pleasure."
