Tales from the Court of Spades Teaser: The Cowgirl and the Big Black Conversion

Annabelle came to me a few weeks after I started the Court of Spades. We had been friends forever, her parents lived next to mine. Sitting here in my living room, with her thick brown curls hanging in her face and her green eyes red and puffy, she looked so fragile. She was one of the strongest, toughest people I had ever known, I had never seen her so vulnerable. “Shiloh, I’ve never had an orgasm.” She abruptly whispered, the Grey Goose shooters we had been knocking back were finally doing their job. “Never?” I asked, stunned. I knew her problem would be something like this. She had sent me a text earlier in the day saying that we needed to talk about my “little club”, but I figured she just wanted to rant about race-mixing. “Never, and I’ve been with lots of guys.” She said, pouring another shooter with shaking hands. I didn’t know what to do, I like fixing problems, but given Annabelle's view on black people, this wasn’t exactly in my league. It’s become rare that I find problems I can’t just shake a big black cock at these days. “Shiloh, I want you to know that what I’m about to say…” She slurred, “It ain’t just because I’m drunk as a skunk.” I nodded quietly, my mind racing, trying to find a solution to her problem. “I think I need you to get me one of them black cocks.” She said. I had to bite the inside of my mouth to keep from laughing, it was just so absurd. Anne was probably the only legitimately racist person I still associated with on a regular basis. Here she was however, at the end of her rope, with only a BBC to grab onto. “I’ll tell you what, Anne, I’ll do you one better.” I said beaming, “Just be at this address on friday.” I handed her one of the Court of Spades business cards with Darnell’s address on it.

The following morning, once I had almost successfully battled my hangover, I called Darnell. “Hey, girl, what can I do for you today?” He asked jovially. “You can start by telling me why you’re so goddamn happy.” I growled, wincing at the volume of his voice. “I’m happy because the great Shiloh Cash is calling me, and I know what that means.” “What exactly do you think it means?” “If you needed to use the dungeon, you’d have just texted, if you’re calling though…” He started to chuckle loudly, “It means I’m ‘bout to get my dick wet.” He wasn’t wrong, I was calling him for that exact reason. “So, sweet thing, you need me now, or later?” He asked, I loved and hated his unflinching confidence. “Friday night, around seven, I have this friend…” I started, popping a few more pain killers and hoping in vain that these succeeded where their kin had failed. “Oh… I see how it is, somebody needs some of that sexual healing.” He said, before singing a verse from that Marvin Gaye song. It’s eerie how much a hangover can make you loathe other people’s happiness. I made a mental note to abstain from Grey Goose shooters for the foreseeable future. “Yeah, something like that, just stop fucking singing.” I hissed before plopping back down on my bed and resolving to never get up again. “Alright, fair enough, so who’s the lucky lady?” Darnell asked, his voice finally growing quieter. “An old friend, we grew up together, she’s never had an orgasm before.” I said, carefully drawing the covers over my head. “Shit, that’s fucked up. Don’t you worry babygirl, I’ll take good care of her.” He said, “You alright, Shi?” I mumbled a response that was incoherent even to myself, and hung up. After a few hours, I texted Tremaine and told him to meet me at Darnell’s on friday as well. It was going to be Anne’s first time, and it’s like I always say, two cocks are always better than one. Following that logic though, it’s always been my experience that three cocks are better than two as well. Suffice it to say, that in my case at least, when it comes to big black cock, a girl can never have too many.

Tales from the Court of Spades: Bachelor Party- Teaser

Tremaine’s older brother was getting married in a few weeks, so obviously he needed a bachelor party. Tremaine, being a founding member of the Court of Spades, obviously had a plan. Unfortunately, his plan was for me to “Entertain” and I thought that was a little boring for such a momentous occasion. So, I started work on my own plan. I called Chrissie Campion, but she was out of town, then I called Mary Anne, but unfortunately she couldn’t make it down for the weekend, so I was left with June. Upon later reflection, it became clear that Juniper Amado was the perfect choice for this job anyway. No one wanted in the Court more than her, no one was willing to go as far as she was. I called her up and briefed her on the situation. “This is Tremaine’s brother, it’s his last night as an unmarried man, we have to show him what he’ll be missing out on.” I said, absentmindedly making notes about the thing’s I’d make her do at the party. “I know, Shiloh, I won’t let you down.” She said confidently. I knew she wouldn’t, she was dying for an opportunity like this. “I just want you to know, it’s going to get rough out there, but if you can handle it, you’ll get your necklace.” I said, underlining some equipment we needed to buy and making a note to call Dusty. “I can handle rough, Shi, I gave you your first anal trainer.” She quipped. “That’s true, but you know how the boys can get.” I said. “Just have the necklace ready.” She said, and then she hung up.

I smiled to myself and called my husband. “Honey, do you think you could build some medieval stocks?” I asked, no longer caring to hide my enthusiasm. “Thinking about working some old-school BDSM into the sets?” He asked, I could hear the excitement in his voice too. “Very old-school, we’re hosting a bachelor party.” I said. “That’ll be fun, ‘you the entertainment Shiloh?” He asked. “Not this time sweetie, June will be taking care of the boys, I’ll be playing referee.” I responded, flipping through a bondage catalogue and looking for more ideas. “That little Japanese chick?” He asked, sounding more than a little disappointed, “Aren’t you afraid those brothers will tear her in half?” “June’s a tough bitch, plus she’s a total size queen.” I said, hoping I was right about the first part at least. “Hey, I also need you to pick up a few things, if you wouldn’t mind too terribly.” I said, circling a few choice objects in the magazine.

A tantalizing teaser for Shiloh Cash Book 4: Consolation (Prize)

Dusty was furious. He had every reason to be, I had betrayed the sanctity of our marriage. In my quest for fulfillment, I had betrayed his trust. I felt like I should feel horrible, selfish, disgusting, but somehow I didn’t.  I had just gotten a text from Tremaine, he was in deep shit. I had joked with him over the weekend about introducing me to his College’s football team. Tremaine’s the V-Tech major who records their games, but apparently they bully him pretty bad. I told him I might be able to help, but I didn’t count on them losing tonight and taking it out on him. He texted me from the locker-room, they cornered him in there and he offered me as a consolation prize. Its not that I don’t usually jump at this sort of opportunity, but usually people ask. I told him to stall, that I’d be there when I could, but I had a stop or two to make. I went to my friend June’s house, gave her the short version and a black sharpie. I stripped down, and she started writing. I needed something to distract a bunch of testosterone fueled college ball players, something that would touch them in a primal manner. June wrote “Black Cock Connoisseur” across my back. I argued that we should keep it simple, that they were jocks, and June just scoffed. She wrote “Please Use Black Entrance” right over my ass, and “I Swallow” on my stomach. My eyes wandered the room, and I noticed a sizable anal trainer on her desk. “I need to get one of those, I’m not very good at anal.” I said, motioning towards it. “Oh? I just got a new one, haven’t even opened the packaging, it’s yours if you want it.” She said while writing “Black Cock Addict” on the inside of my left thigh. “I’d love that, do I just wear it whenever?” I asked, looking down at at what she was writing and blushing. “If you’re really going through with tonight, I’d put it in now and keep it in until you get there.” She said, not looking up. “Why do you say that?” I asked. “Our team has twenty permanent players, Shi.” She said, writing “Black Owned” on my left ass cheek. “Oh…” I said, hoping I didn’t seem too eager. “Shi, if you get wet while I’m writing, it’s going to mess everything up.” June said, snapping me out of my fantasy. “Sorry…” I mumbled out of embarrassment. “So what are you wearing?” She asked as she wrote “Fill With Black Cum” on my right ass cheek and drew an arrow pointing to my ass hole. “Probably a red tanktop and a blue skirt, definitely my sneakers, don’t want to lose my balance in a shower.” I said. “No bra, no underwear?” She asked, drawing hearts over the words “Black Owned”. “No, don’t really see the point. Hey, thanks for doing this, June.” I said, knowing that not many friends would write lewd things on someone’s body so they can go get gangbanged by strangers. “Don’t worry about it, I’m only doing this in the hopes that you’ll share one day.” She said with a giggle. Then she wrote “Black Boy’s Toys” under my tits, with arrows leading to them. “I’ll make you a deal, after tonight, I’ll hook you up with Tremaine.” I said. “Just one?” She said while drawing hearts around my nipples. “Just to start with, then I’ll introduce you to Darnell’s clients if you’re up for it.” I said, watching her write “Cum Slut” on the inside of my right thigh and then “Black Meat Only” right above my aching, dripping pussy. Every touch of the pen sent shivers over my body. It wasn’t just the sensation, it was the words on my skin. It felt like I was finally totally accepting what I was becoming. As she scrawled “Feed Me Hot Cum” on my upper right arm, I laughed at the situation. I was quite literally wearing my heart on my sleeve. She wrote “Black Cum Goes Here” across my chest, and drew several swirling arrows pointing up towards my face. That’s when I had the best bad idea of my life. “Write some stuff on my face, I don’t want to hide anything.” I said with a wicked grin. “Are you sure, Shi? I mean, what about your husband?” She said, holding the marker inches away from my face hesitantly. “Life’s too short to be unhappy, June.” I said confidently, “Now make it something really slutty.”

"Tales from the Court of Spades" teaser.

I looked over her frail, bookish form with practiced disinterest. On the inside, I was thrilled, ecstatic even, but that wouldn’t be fitting. I was the Queen of Spades, and this was my pleasure dungeon. A place where women could explore their darkest fantasies safely and under my supervision. I had to maintain a powerful demeanor. I founded the Court of Spades so that women would have a place to go to make their wildest dreams come true. “Tell me girl, why have you come to the Court of Spades?” I asked, trying to maintain a disconnected, authoritative tone. The mousy brunette blushed and looked away. “I uh… Well, my fiance and I were…” She stammered, nervously playing with the ends of her bob-cut and glancing around the dimly lit basement that served as the main playroom for the Court. She reminded me of a doe caught out on the interstate. Her bright eyes locked on the mattress sitting in the middle of the room, and grew wide. “Is… Is that where you do it?” She asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Sometimes.” I replied, “It really depends on the member’s fantasy. Which brings us back to my question, what can the Court of Spades do for you miss…?” “Mary Anne” She interjected. “Mary Anne, pretty name, how can we help?” I asked. “Well, my fiance’s family is really racist, and we hate that, but they’re paying for the wedding…” She said, then she leaned in towards me, “He’s a… You know… He wants to watch me do it with other men.” I smiled, I have a lot of experience with cuckolds. “So, where is the lucky cuck?” I asked. “He’s finishing up the preparations for the wedding, I’m here to make him a wedding present.” She said, still whispering. “Well, anything you can dream up, I can set up, but services are members only.” I said, my imagination in overdrive, trying to guess what sort of twisted fantasy she could have. “Our money is more or less tied up in marital things, we’re trying to get a house, and there’s the honeymoon… I’m just a librarian you know?” She said, her big brown eyes welling up with tears. I hate seeing people cry, well, those kind of tears anyway. “Look, you’re out of state, so instead of membership fees, and dues and everything, I’ll just charge you for the filming services. Call everything else a wedding present from the Court.” At this, she jumped up from the folding chair and hugged me. “I can’t thank you enough, William will be so happy!” She cried. 

“Alright…” I said, pushing her away and pulling my notepad from my handbag, “Walk me through what you want to do, and I’ll set it up for this Friday.” “I uh… It’s just…” She said, turning red and covering her face with her hands. “If you don’t tell me, I can’t make it happen.” I said, offering a consoling smile. “I just don’t want to sound like a whore.” She whispered after a long pause, her face still hidden. “The Virgin/Whore complex was invented by insecure men to shame women out of taking control of our bodies. The entire point of this club is to break those psychological shackles and help women embrace their sexual liberation. There is no shame, only pleasure.” I said, especially proud of the last part, it would make a great slogan for the Court. I was thinking about getting shirts and hats made with the line on it, when she dropped a bombshell. “But… I am a virgin.”

On Interracial, or how I learned to love the BBC.

So apparentley, you cats really dig Shiloh and her slutty exploits. I'm friggin thrilled, believe me. When I started doing this, I had no idea how people would react to my work, but its only been a few months, and you wonderful people are showing me a lot of love. I've branched out a bit, done a Fantasy BDSM and a Sci-Fi Gender Swap story, but I can't stray too far from my roots. I never want to lose touch with the core demographic that brought me here. So what I'm saying is, there's more Interracial/BBC coming soon. Keep your eyes out, because Shiloh's coming back in a BIG way. I also have another BBC series that's on the backburner, and an inversion of the Big Cock Interracial stuff coming up soon too. And as far as Eithne and Maxine go, well they'll be back soon too.

Fantasy, or Where do we go now?

I'm stretching my legs a bit now, three books about Interracial/BBC stuff is enough to get me started, but I want to see what's out there. I'm going to be focusing more on Historical Fantasy, some really Robert E. Howard style smut. I'm talking Barbarians and Slavegirls and all that stuff we all love. I'm also going to delve into Sci Fi in the future, I'm thinking about doing a Mad Scientist piece, maybe with some really twisted subtext.

I would also like to dip into horror some, maybe I'll segue into it through the Fantasy or Sci Fi so as to not alienate any audience members whose tastes I've matched already.

On the subject of the whole Interracial/BBC stuff, we'll get back to it soon enough. Shiloh has more adventures ahead of her, and she's going to be bringing friends next time so be prepared for that. I also have another series on its way that deals with some Interracial stuff as well, so that worth getting excited about.

 

About Me

Hi, I'm Piper and I'm an Erotica Writer for Langley's Lovelies. I love to push the boundaries of human sexuality, explore the gonzo fringes of what makes us tick as sexual beings. I'm an addict at heart, addicted to nicotine and B-Fiction. My biggest literary influences include Robert E. Howard, H.P. Lovecraft and Michael Crichton. I read mostly Horror, Fantasy and of course, Smut. I think sexuality is key to human interaction, and writing about it is the most natural expression I have to offer.