Becoming a Jack of Spades

Note: This is the story of how I eventually found my calling as a slut for BBC. I decided to document how it slowly happened, as a warning to other guys and cuckolds out there.

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 The Beginning:

“Sign here and here.” He pointed at the bottom of some papers. I scrawled my signature a few times and sat back. “Done.”

“OK, Mr. Daniels, your divorce is now final. I hope you can have a fresh start.” My lawyer sounded rehearsed, probably said the same thing a dozen times before to other poor cuckolds like me.

“Thanks. I’ll try.” Was my equally perfunctory reply.

I got up and walked out of the conference room, out of the office building, and returned to my car. Sitting in the lot, staring at the dashboard; now what? Fresh start? How does a man have a fresh start after what she put me through? My mind wandered back…

(2 months ago)

I had a great life, or so I thought. 29 years old, senior associate in a top insurance firm, Married to my high-school sweetheart. She was a beauty queen, the only girl I had ever been with; I was an above-average looking guy, 5’-9” tall, 160 pounds, I worked out a bit, jogged, and general kept my body looking good as I pushed into 30. The only negative was my less-than-stellar endowment. She never made me feel bad about my 3.5” penis; I guess since she had only been with me she assumed that was normal. But I knew, having seen others at the gym and such, that I was a small fry. I made up for it with a lot of foreplay, and I felt so lucky to have her every time we made love.

That fateful day, I was having lunch with my boss and a few coworkers at a nice restaurant. Dessert course came, four slices of cheesecake with a chocolate-brandy sauce the waiter poured over the top. Yum! Just as he was pouring mine, another waiter tried to pass and bumped him, causing sauce to spill over the front of my suit. “Dammit!” I shouted, as I hurriedly tried to blot the sauce from covering too much of my khakis. No luck. I excused myself to the men’s room where I made myself more presentable, but I still had a large brown splotch across my shirt front and pants. I explained to my colleagues that I was going to leave then and swing by my house to change clothes before heading back to the office.

We had a little place in an older neighborhood not far from the restaurant, so I drove home easily. But as I rounded the corner towards our place, I saw two vehicles in the driveway. The SUV I didn’t recognize, but the other was my wife’s Honda civic. Odd, I thought she was on the road to the state capitol for a budget meeting today. No way she would be done and home already. I don’t know why, but my senses told me to worry, so I parked down the street a way and snuck in to see what was going on.

I opened the front door softly and went in. I slipped my loafers off to pad silently to the back of the house. I could hear grunts and moans coming from the bedroom, including my wife’s voice. The door was open partly, so I could see inside to the bed. My God! There was my wife naked and on all fours, having sex with two black men! Both were tall and muscled, with smooth ebony bodies and extra-large cocks they were shoving in an out of her at both ends.

In between sucking the pole in front of her, she moaned and practically screamed “Oh yeah, fuck that pussy! Yes! Yes!” Then more sucking and moaning.

“You like these big nigga dicks, dontcha bitch! I can tell, your pussy so wet. Mmmm-hhhmmm.”

“I fucking love it! My husband’s cock is so small I can’t even feel it when he fucks me. If it wasn’t for his tongue skills he’d be completely useless. LOL”

The second black guy began slapping his cock across her face and lips. “Yeah, we hear that a lot. All you white bitches in the burbs with tiny-dicked husbands come looking for real satisfaction sooner or later. Haha! Well, take this cock down bitch, I’m ready to nut.” She greedily swallowed the entire shaft and he held her head with his big hands while he orgasmed. “Shit, yeah. Take this nut too bitch!” the one fucking her thrust hard into her from behind and let out a series of primal grunts.

I was in shock, but managed enough thought to take some quick video and pictures of the disgusting scene in front of me. While I wanted to burst into the room and scream, I knew that I was no match for either of those black bulls, certainly not both of them. Better to have the evidence. I quietly made my way back out of the house, grabbing some clothes from the laundry room on my way. I took pictures of the car and its plate, so that the men could be tracked down later. Then I rushed back to my car and sat and fumed as I watched the house. Soon the two men left in their SUV, but my wife took longer. I guess she had to shower to get the stench of sex off of her. I was heartbroken by what I had seen and heard, but also mad as hell.

I called in to the office to say I would be out the rest of the day, and headed immediately to a lawyer; I knew one who had done a friend’s divorce. He started the ball rolling, gave me advice on moving out and setting things up. I rented a U-haul and a few Mexican workers, and went back to the house to get my stuff. By the time she came home that night I was all set up in a new apartment. I told her I wanted a divorce, that she should get a lawyer, and I gave her my lawyer’s information. She was surprised, started crying, until I whipped out my phone and confronted her with the pictures and video. She didn’t protest. Just accepted she had been caught and said “Well, what do you expect Jeff. Your cock is barely there! I didn’t know any better when we got married, but of course I was going to find out sooner or later that there were real men with real cocks out there that can actually fuck properly.”

“You could have said something. We could have discussed options, toys. You didn’t have to cheat.” I said.

“Options? OK, Let’s have a three way with one of those guys. You want that?”

“NO! I just meant… nevermind. You cheated, and humiliated me. I can’t forgive that. Just call a lawyer, let’s handle this quickly and quietly.” And I left.

So we split everything and went our separate ways. I can still remember the last thing she said to me, at a settlement meeting in her lawyer’s office. “When this is all over we’ll have both lost something, but I’ll be fine. You, on the other hand, will still have a tiny cock. LOL, good luck finding someone else.” How could she be so cruel?

BLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPPPPPP!!!!!!

The carhorn knocked me out of my daydream, back to the present here in my car. I looked around and saw a car wanting my spot. I waved to him and put the car in drive, wandering out onto the road, heading into my “fresh start.”

I had the day off, the office understanding that I would be in no mood to see people today given the paperwork I just left. So I went “home” to a one-bedroom apartment I inhabited but could not be said to “live” in. I had been sleepwalking through the last few months, dazed, constantly remembering the sight of my wife with the two black bulls. Slowly my anger had transformed into fascination, so when I got home I fired up the laptop and went immediately to my favorite porn site and typed in the search I had been spending more and more time watching – “husband cuckolded by BBC.” Ah, there they are, a screenful of women serving black men while their pathetic husband watches. When I first started watching these, it was rage porn, me flogging out my anger as it were. But slowly I came to understand; how could a woman, any woman, when presented with the choice between a puny dick like mine and a solid nine inches of ebony meat, how could they stay faithful. I mean, look at that cock.

I clicked on a new scene and stripped down. As I wanked, I watched the familiar scene unfold, the women pleased at the fucking she was getting while her husband sat nearby, not even attempting to play with his tiny penis. But then something new! The black man got up from the white woman and walked over to the man. He slapped his big black cock across the man’s face, rubbed it against his lips, and the man dropped to the floor on his knees and started to suck the black dick! He was really going for it too. It showed the cuckold now hard as a rock, Loving being used by the alpha male. It was more than I could handle as well, and I shot my load all over my chest, the best orgasm I have probably ever had!

What just happened?!?

I shut the laptop and got cleaned up. I was muttering to myself, in shock again. How could I have cum watching gay shit?! I mean, sure, the black guy looked amazing, but I had never even thought about looking at gay porn.

Confused, I went out for a jog, tried to clear my head. I concentrated on my pace, my stride, lost in the zen of running. Crisis averted.

When I got back home I needed a shower. Naked again, I looked at my body, and there it was, my pathetic excuse for a dick. I remembered how she had laughed at it, and I remembered the two black alpha cocks that she wanted more. I closed my eyes as the water needled my body, and all I could see were those two black cocks.

No!

I got out, dried off, and padded around the house. Unbidden, I once again found myself at the laptop, but this time I looked for images of black cock. Wow! A smorgasbord of huge black penises filled my screen. I scrolled through the amazing links on offer, clicked on one that had a white guy’s face surrounded by black cocks. The video started playing, and the white man spent minute after minute moving around the circle of black cocks. They slapped him with them, teased him, called him names. I felt he looked a lot like me, and I certainly felt something stir. I looked up at the title: “white Jack kneels to the BNWO.”

A new window. BNWO? Google informed me that this was the Black New World Order, where black men are alphas and all white people serve them sexually. Jack certainly looked like he was having fun.

No!

I slammed the laptop shut. What was I doing? I needed to go out in public, not be alone with my thoughts right now.

I got in my car and headed to the local mall. Not to busy here in the middle of the day, mostly women and kids, some teenagers hanging out since it was early summer. I drifted from store to store, browsing books, music, even kitchenware, determined to lose myself, clean my mind.

I stopped in a nice men’s clothing store having a sale, found a few items, and headed to the fitting rooms. I saw that the back stall had a curtain open, so I shuffled back. Not paying much attention, I popped through the opening and was confronted with a buff black man, probably late 30’s, standing there is just his boxer briefs. My gaze travelled down his body, landing on his crotch, were an obviously large bulge was straining against the cotton briefs. Imagine how big it was if it got loose! I was mesmerized, until…

“Hey, I’m changing here.”

I looked up again, shaking my head to clear my mind. “Oh, Sorry. The curtain was open so I thought it was vacant. My apologies.” I backed out of the stall. He just watched me, a big grin on his face. I flushed red and hurried out. I dropped the clothes by the front and quickly left the store, completely embarrassed. What is happening to me?

Not trusting myself to go home just yet, I got some lunch at the food court. As I got up to leave, I felt the effects of the large soda, and headed for the restroom. Standing at the urinal I closed my eyes and let loose a needed piss. Just as I finished, I heard a chuckle from the urinal next to me. “Surprised you can even piss standing up with that little thing. LOL” I looked over to see the same black gentleman from the fitting room. He was smiling at me, laughing at my tiny penis. I glanced down to see his endowment. My god! It was long and black, a firehose of a cock. He had finished draining it and was slowly stroking it right there at the urinal! He pivoted a bit towards me, giving me a fuller look. Once again, I could not look away.

“Not used to seeing a real man’s cock, are you?” he chuckled as he spoke, clearly enjoying the power his member had over me. “Touch it. Feel what it’s like to hold a real cock for once in your life, instead of that pathetic thing between your legs. LOL”

Touch it? Right here in the mall? I looked into his face, trying to tell if he was serious. I shook my head slightly, knowing that I was straight and didn’t like cock. But it was tempting.

He moved closer to me, placing his shaft alongside my little rod. “Just look at the difference boy. You mean to tell me you’d rather play with your little whistle then experience my trombone? No way. I know you want to. Touch it!” the last part was practically an order, and I obeyed instinctively. I reached out and grasped his shaft, feeling the warmth in my hand. He removed his hand and I started to pump it for him instead, feeling the folds of skin, strong veins, and bulbous head; all the things I was missing.

“Yeah, that’s right. Feels good, don’t it?”

“Yes. It’s warmer than I expected. I can feel it pulsing a bit.”

“Ha, yeah, that’s what a real cock feels like. A real big black cock.” As he spoke he had been slowly backing me up, towards the stalls. We pushed through a door and into the handicap stall in the corner. Startled, I let go of his member, looked up with a bit of fear. “I should go.” I said, as I moved to get past him.

“Shhhh. No need to hurry away. This is just a bit more private for us, so you can get to know your place a bit better.” He closed and locked the stall, then turned back to me with that grin. “Sit down.” He said, as he pushed on my shoulders, planting me on the toilet seat. His pole was now right level with my face. “See, now you can inspect it better. Grab it, study it. Understand what a real cock looks like.”

I knew it was wrong, but I also knew this was a chance to understand better the porn I had been looking at. I grabbed the ebony pole with my left hand, and used the right to explore the big dangling nutsack I had been ignoring. They weighed heavy in my hand, two golf balls encased in flaps of heavy skin. I leaned in closer and took a deep breath. His scent was amazing; a mix of menthol, leather, and a musk that sent neurons in my brain popping alive.

“Yeah, breathe it in. That’s the smell of black power, baby. Ain’t no whitey can resist that smell. Let it fill your lungs.” I practically buried my nose in the space between nuts and thigh and inhaled deep the intoxicating aroma. In and out, my head was foggy, like when I had tried weed. I no longer cared where we were, my focus had shrunk to this scent, this cock.

“Mmmm, yeah, you hooked for sure, LOL. Now it’s time to blow my trombone baby.” He held my head between his hands and guided my face back to the front of his monster cock. “Open up, stick that tongue out. Lick the head.”

A voice in the back of my mind screamed NO, you’re straight! But there it was, that big black rod right in front of me, a one-eyed serpent that could not be denied. I opened wide and extended my tongue out, lightly licking the head. I rolled my tongue around the tip, then licked down the shaft to the balls I had been intoxicated by.

The voice in my head went away as my rational mind went elsewhere; my animal mind was in charge now, and it wanted to consume this ebony sausage. I moved back to the tip, opened up to swallow the head completely.

“MMMmmhm. Yeah baby. Go ahead, enjoy that dick. Every inch is ready for you to suck it.” As he spoke he applied a light pressure to the back of my head, encouraging me to swallow more. I wanted to as well. I forced my mouth down on it as much as I could until I was gagging on about half the shaft and had to pull off. I looked up into his face hovering above me, that big smile wide and friendly, but a determined look in his eyes. “Good start, but you can do better, can’t you baby?” I don’t know why, but I needed to please him, needed validation from this black stranger. “Yes, I’ll try Sir.”

Sir? Yes, it felt right to call him that. I was a pathetic boy compared to this black man with the huge cock. I eagerly gobbled back down on it, trying to take more of it than before. I felt the big head touch the back of my throat, trying to push beyond. I backed off and tried again. I got probably six inches consumed before my gagging took over each time.

“You gonna need to work on getting rid of that gag reflex boy if you’re gonna properly service black cocks.”

“Yes Sir. I will. This is my first time.”

“Understood. Just use that tongue a lot, and play with my balls. You’ll get me there.” He guided me back down onto the dark meat.

For the next few minutes I gave it my all. My left hand massaged his nuts while I worked the shaft up and down with my lips and tongue. I was lost in cock-world, learning the signs of pleasure and impending release. I felt his body tense as I worked him over and over. Then he grabbed my head firmly in place for the final prize.

“Hope you are ready for this nut, bitch. You better swallow it all. Whitey can never waste black seed.” With that he unloaded shot after shot of cum down my throat. I swallowed fast as I could, no time to savor yet. Finally, his load slowed, and I was able to hold the last of it in my mouth, roll it around on my taste buds, savor my first time. It was warm and slightly salty.

“Enjoying the taste? Open up, let me see your mouth full of my cum.” I did as instructed, the warm cum mixing with my saliva to form a sticky web across the opening. “Now swallow it down, show me you took it all.” I closed and swallowed a few times, then opened back up to show my empty mouth.

“Good, good boy.”

All of a sudden someone knocked on the stall door. I started to panic, but he held me down on the toilet.

“Don’t worry, just my buddy Darren from The Shoe Connection here in the mall. I texted him to come try you out on his break.”

My alpha unlatched the door, allowing it to swing open and another ebony alpha slipped inside. He was about the same age, but skinnier.

“Damn, Leroy, you WAS serious. This here cracker just ate your nut?”

“Damn straight he did. Didn’t spill a drop. Feed him yours now, I’ve got to get going.” With that he slipped a card into my breast pocket. “Here’s my digits, for when you want to get more black seed.” He slipped out the stall, and Darren locked it back up and turned to me.

“All right, cracker. My break is over soon and I need to nut. Suck this cock speedy.” He unzipped and out flopped along and skinny cock, probably seven inches, with a slight curve. He stepped up and shoved it in my face. Not sure how I got here, but I opened up and began sucking it. I could tell he was not interested in the niceties of my tongue licking, so I tried to quickly swallow the shaft. Success! I got the whole thing inside, my nose in his pubes, before I had to pull off.

“Yeah, now that’s what I’m talkin bout. Take the whole thing!” I swallowed it all again.

“You’re a good cocksucker, but I ain’t got time for the slow suck like this.” He grabbed my ears to steady my head and began shoving his cock in and out of my mouth, fucking my face like a steam piston. My tongue was just a surface now, so I concentrated on shaping my mouth to increase suction without affecting speed.

“Fuck yeah, that mouth pussy so gooood. I’m gonna nut quick now. Get ready.” With that slight warning he thrust his member as deep as he could and unloaded a torrent of cum straight down my throat. He just held my head on his cock, no ability to breathe, until every drop was in my stomach. I never even got a taste.

He pulled out and wiped his cock with toilet paper to remove my saliva. His iWatch beeped, and he quickly zipped up and sped out without another word, back to his job.

I sat in the stall in shock, not quite processing what had just happened. It was humiliating how I was used, but also felt right somehow. It made no sense.

I got up and went to the sinks to freshen up. My hair was a bit unkept, but was short so I could put it back with a little water. I exited the restroom, looking around to see if anyone was watching me, but saw no one of interest all the way back to my car. I coasted out of the lot and drove on autopilot, eventually getting back to my apartment. I opened a bottle of wine and drank myself to a forgetful sleep. For now.