Coersion Phone Sex – Gambling Gone Wrong Part 1

Coersion phone sex is oh so much fun! Well, keep reading and you’ll see me go from nervous anticipation to full-blown slut. Let’s just say my boyfriend’s mouth writes a check his cards can’t cash. So, I have to pay up for him.

My boyfriend and I are wandering around. He’d won some cash at the casino but I’d dragged him away. It was true that he was on a roll but I knew he should quit while he was ahead. Casinos manipulate people that way. His luck was bound to run out eventually and I didn’t want him losing all that money. $2,500 wasn’t an exceptional amount of money but it was still good enough to have an amazing night.

So, here we are wandering around looking for something fun to spend it on.

We come across a door that isn’t locked. He shrugs and we pull it open only to reveal a descending staircase. That’s not creepy at all.

He tugs on my arm to encourage me and I reluctantly follow him down. The stairwell is well-lit, albeit a little cramped. My high heels softly echo off every stair I step onto. I grip the railing uneasily. We shouldn’t be down here but it wasn’t locked. There was no guard at the door. So, I have no logic to rely on for a reason to turn back.

Instead, we continue down the stairs where another door rests at the landing. Slowly, my boyfriend pushes the door open and strides into the room. I follow close at his heels.

There are three men sitting around a small table playing a game of poker. I have to say I’m a little relieved. At least, I was…until my boyfriend’s face breaks out into a smile that I know means trouble. Oh, god, is he really sitting at the table? I roll my eyes as the men make friendly introductions.

Sighing irritably, I take a seat in the corner of the small room.

I really want to persuade him to leave but my mind is blank as to how that’s going to work. So, instead, I let them play their little game. While they play, the men stare at me almost as if they’re undressing me with their eyes.

My boyfriend loses the first two games and it cost him about $500. He insists he wants to play one more game and then we would go. I had to encourage even that much but if I push the issue we’ll never leave.

They deal and someone says, “what a pretty girlfriend you have there Sport.” He nods and smiles like a complete moron. Can’t he tell he’s hitting on me? I glower in his direction and catch sight of his hand. Well, maybe he’ll win it all back because it’s a really good hand. I hide my face so my expression can’t give him away.

The guy opposite my boyfriend (the one who made the comment) raised the pot to three grand. At this point, I’m not sure who’s a bigger moron here. My boyfriend agrees knowing full well he doesn’t have the cash to back up his bet. What the fuck is he going to do if he loses?

The man across from my boyfriend smirks. “Do you have that kind of cash, Sport?” When my boyfriend shakes his head, he says, “well, what about your pretty girlfriend? How about putting her into the pot? If we win, me and my friends can have our fun with her.” What a complete asshole trying to manipulate him like that!

My boyfriend agrees and I get abruptly to my feet.

This can’t be happening right now. My boyfriend tried to encourage and console me by insisting there’s no way he could lose. That isn’t the point and he knows it. Who is he to offer me as a prize in this stupid poker game? The game I told him not to play in the first place!

I cross my arms and pace while they finish revealing their hands. Sure as shit…my boyfriend loses. That means they take all the money my boyfriend won…and they have me…

 

To Be Continued…

 

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