High Stakes Poker: The Ungentlemanlike Bet

By Samantha Hyde

Nina is angry when she gets home from a girl’s night out to find her uninvited boyfriend playing poker with a couple of his mates.

Her boyfriend has run out of money so he uses her as collateral. If he loses she will be passed round his friends.

Nina is in for one hell of a wild night...

This 4,000 word story is suitable for over eighteens only. It contains graphic scenes of a gangbang and anal sex.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Samantha Hyde
• Release date: Aug 7, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301634347

Samantha Hyde

Samantha Hyde is a writer of erotica. Whether you’re after domineering doctors, grubby gangbangs, naughty nightclubs or some other delicious perversion, the chances are Samantha has it covered.Explore and discover lots of fabulous fetishes. Dabble in discipline and surrender to submission. Walk the dark line between pleasure and pain. Unleash you inner exhibitionist. Or maybe your inner voyeur. Because Samantha has plenty of things she wants to show you.Welcome to Samantha’s world where everybody is kinky, gorgeous and gagging for it. You have been duly warned...

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High Stakes Poker: The Ungentlemanlike Bet by Samantha Hyde

Published By Samantha Hyde at Smashwords

Copyright 2013 Samantha Hyde

Nina fumbled with the key in the lock. Now why wasn’t it opening? Ah yes, she realised, that’s because it’s my car key. She giggled to herself, then hiccupped. Silly billy. She swayed a little on the porch. That last glass of chardonnay had probably been a mistake.

The front door swung inwards and Nina stumbled into the hallway, almost losing her footing on her skyscraper heels.

‘You stink of booze,’ Phil said by way of greeting. ‘Look at the state of you.’

‘I’ve only had a couple.’

‘Yeah, a couple of bottles.’

Self righteous prick, she thought. It was alright for him to get lashed with his mates every weekend but if she did it then there was hell to pay. This was the first time in seven months she’d been out on the town with the girls. She’d spent the entire night talking about him with her closest friends and crying into her white wine. At the end of