Always Bet on Black (Interracial/Cuckold Erotica)

By Bobbi Love

When Gary Reece, a mild-mannered accountant, can't pay his gambling losses, he finds himself in direct conflict with a large, unfriendly, street-smart black man named Keyshawn.

At first Gary thinks that Keyshawn might beat him to death. Then Gary thinks that Keyshawn is only going to humiliate him in front of his wife, Heidi. But once Keyshawn sees how sexy Gary's wife looks in her black lacey teddy, the crafty black man comes up with another way Gary can pay him back.

Fortunately for Gary and Heidi, they were already planning on having a baby.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bobbi Love
• Release date: Jan 21, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370538737

Bobbi Love

Hi, I'm Bobbi Love. Obviously, this is not my real name. This is only my fake name. Hm, what else? Well, I'm from Texas. I was born in 1985. I've always had a very dirty imagination, I suppose. I wrote my first "novel" when I was eleven years-old. (It was about a group of mermaids who started an all-girl band, ha ha.) But after that I sort of stopped writing. Then I went to an all-girl college in Texas. Now I'm married to one of the best guys in the world. Unfortunately, he has no idea what a dirty, depraved, messed-up woman he has on his hands. Ha ha. Well, I hope you guys enjoy my stories. Please feel free to leave comments, or suggestions, or reviews or whatever. KK, thx!

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Always Bet on Black

Interracial/Cuckold Erotica

Copyright 2017 Bobbi Love

Published by Bobbi Love at Smashwords

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Table of Contents

Part One:

Bitch Smack!

Part Two:

The Perfect Princess

Part Three:

Gary’s Confession

Part Four:

White Women Love Creampies

Part Five:

A New Master in the Master Bedroom

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Part One: Bitch Smack!

Keyshawn raised the back of his hand high in the air and waited for the whiteboy to answer.

Desperately trying to not freak out, Gary Reece started looking around for some help. However there was none to be found. In more than one way: Gary was out of luck.

Well? Keyshawn said, losing patience with every passing second. I'm still waiting for an answer. I want my money! When are you going to pay me?

They were in the bad part of town, the part of town where people as white as Gary should never go, especially after dark. But this is where Keyshawn had told him to meet him, so that they could discuss Gary's inability to pay high-stakes betting tabs.

Now Gary swallowed. I don't know, he replied. Soon.

Soon? Keyshawn growled, an evil look in his eye.

Yeah, I'll be able to pay you back soon, Keyshawn. I promise. Trust me, man.

One of Keyshawn's flat nostrils snarled disdainfully. Trust you?

Gary pleaded, ... I just need a little more time to —

Unfortunately, Gary wasn't given the opportunity to finish his sentence. The back of Keyshawn’s hand found the meaty part of Gary's face; and the hapless white man was sent stumbling back several feet.

You hit me! Gary said, dumfounded. You actually hit me, man!

Naw, Keyshawn said. I didn't hit you. Don't get it twisted, whiteboy. I bitch smacked you. I bitch smacked you because you keep acting like a little bitch!

Gary noticed that his lip was bleeding. He couldn't believe that things were getting out of hand so quickly. An immediate rush of adrenaline entered his bloodstream and he heard his heart pounding away in his ears as he looked up again.

Keyshawn wore a very clean wife beater. His jeans were baggy and low enough on his slim hips to show off his boxer shorts. Gary wasn't accustomed to seeing Keyshawn dressed this way. Keyshawn worked as a janitor in the downtown building where Gary's accounting firm rented the seventh floor. Now Keyshawn stood in the dark alleyway, silent, glaring at the white man's motionless form. Gary could hear Keyshawn’s