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.