Big Black Bartender Ch. 02

"It's all about me." I whispered to myself.

My panties and thong were met with uproarious applause. Two guys were standing by Maurice and Jason, complimenting them on my appearance. An Asian woman that I hadn't seen before was staring at me, biting her lip. She looked about my age, and had her arms around a lanky guy with dreads.

"Get in there, I want to taste her on you later." She said, pushing her Bull towards me.

He staggered to the front and looked me over awkwardly. He fumbled with his belt, and shot a look back at her.

"Hey there, I'm-" He started, looking a little uncomfortable.

"I don't care about your name, just pull that cock out and give it to me." I growled, sitting back on the bed and pulling off my thong.

I was owning this. Owning my body. Owning my sexuality. Owning my needs and desires. I unhooked my bra and threw it at Jason, he caught it and squeezed it to his chest. I laid back, spread my legs, and beckoned him in to me. He dropped his pants, letting his long, thick cock fall towards me. It wasn't as thick as Maurice's, but it was the longest cock I'd ever seen, even in porn. He moved onto the bed, pushing my knees up towards my head, and guiding his huge cock towards my aching, dripping pussy. I wanted this, I was ready. I felt him spread me, fill me, stretch me, im-fucking-pale me. My nails dug into the bedspread and a howl tore its way out of me. In one fell plunge, he'd gone as deep as I was, and there was more of him left. He shuffled, brought my knees together in front of my face, squeezed me tight on him, and began to pump rhythmically.

Waves of pleasure crashed over me. My toes curled until I lost a high-heel. I thrashed my hands around on the bed. I felt three more guys climb onto the bed. Two of them took my hands, and placed their cocks in them. Without thinking, I started stroking them. My hands knew what to do when they had black cocks in them.

The last one, the guy who'd face-fucked me first, moved to the top of the bed and started to slap me on the forehead with his heavy, still-wet cock. Despite how rough he'd been, he was my favorite so far. There was a savagery there that I'd never experienced before. I wanted more of him. I craned my neck and sucked on the tip of his cock. He repositioned, moving closer until I could lick his balls. I moved one of my hands to his shaft, and stroked it in time with the guy fucking me. Then I pulled his cock back down to my lips, forcing him to reposition again, and started to suck. This was heaven, a black cock in both ends. Being able to worship one while being fucked by another. Orgasms crashed over me like a coastal storm devouring the shoreline. I was losing myself to the passion and I was happy to let go. I wanted, no, I needed more.

I pushed the Asian girl's bull off of me and rolled to my knees. I looked the rough one in the eyes and grabbed his cock in my hand. I could feel his pulse thumping through it, fast and heavy. He stared daggers at me, his eyes flashing with an almost cruel hunger.

"You... Fuck me... Now." I growled through clenched teeth, squeezing his cock hard.

"You sure you can handle 'dis, Slut?" He laughed, shaking his thick cock in my face, "'Cause J.J. don't play."

"Fucking. Break. Me." I hissed.

I turned around and pressed my ass against him, shaking and bouncing it on his hard cock. He responded by slapping my ass hard, over and over again until I could feel a burning red welt forming. Then he reached past me, grabbed my thong from the bed, and pushed it into my mouth. I started to spit it out, but then I felt his cock pushing into my pussy. He wasn't slow, or steady. He wasn't gentle. He didn't work his way in, he just lined up and slammed that cock home. A scream erupted from me, only slightly muffled by the soaking wet thong in my mouth. I'd gone pussy-to-mouth with Maurice enough times to know what I tasted like, and to start liking it. He found a rhythm like a Trap Beat, slamming into me again and again, yanking my hair back with each and every thrust. From this angle, I could see everyone watching. A crowd of black Bulls, each with a White Queen stroking their massive cocks. I could also see Maurice and Jason, watching in astonishment. Jason had turned pale, nothing could have prepared him to see me like this. To see me used in this fashion. This was too much, this was too far, but I couldn't stop.

"Tell me you love it, Slut!" J.J. yelled, bringing his hand down heavy on my aching ass again.

I just shrieked through the thong. I couldn't form words anymore anyway. Pain and pleasure were fighting for dominance, rolling over one another as my mind drifted on a stormy sea of animal desire. I threw my hips back against him in time to his savage thrusts, wanting more of him, wanting more of the pain. He responded as I'd expected, as I'd wanted, slapping my ass again and again all the while increasing the speed of his savage thrusts.

"Yeah, bitch! Fuck yeah! You love this black cock, huh? You're just a fuckin slut for it, huh?" He laughed, yanking my hair so that I had to look at him.

I stared into those eyes, so full of commingled aggression and arousal as for the two to be inseparable. Another orgasm rocked my body and I felt tears stream down my face again.

"Say it, bitch. Fuckin' say it." He demanded.

"Yeah, bitch, say it." Another one laughed, while getting his cock sucked by a woman I hadn't seen before.

"Tell him you love it." The lanky guy with dreads said, his hand resting on the top of the Asian woman's head as she sucked his impossibly long cock.

I screamed in muffled, wordless ecstasy, Jay's unceasing rhythm bringing about another earth-shattering orgasm. I moaned, not breaking eye-contact with J.J. whose silent smile was egging me on further. I thought he'd slow after a while, but he seemed insatiable, inexhaustible, unstoppable. He hammered me for what felt like an eternity and the orgasms blurred together into one long, unceasing rollercoaster.

"Just a Black Cock Slut, huh? Can't get enough of this dick? He continued, taking my hips with both hands and switching up to long, deep thrusts.

I buried my face in the bed and mewled, my body shaking from the cascading rapture that was breaking my mind. I clenched my teeth around the thong and whimpered, my shuddering violently.

He released me suddenly and pulled away from me. I fell flat on my chest on the bed. I started to move, but couldn't find the strength at first. After a few minutes of still silence, I rolled onto my back and forced the thong out of my mouth with my tongue. Shiloh was standing over me grinning that wolf-like grin.

"Tapping out? There's no shame in not being able to handle it." She said gently, caressing my face.

She sounded kind, but she looked perversely amused.

"I want..." I managed, trying to control my rapid breathing long enough to speak, I was still coming.

"I want to come more. Please let them make me come more." I begged, my heart racing and my legs still shaking.

"You know what to say." She said sternly.

"Fuckin' say it, Bitch." J.J. growled, stroking his beautiful cock and grinning wickedly.

"Go ahead, Tonya. Just say it." Jason said, fidgeting with his cage and biting his lip.

"I'm a slut... I'm a slut for big, black cock. I love it more than anything. I want to be fucked senseless by black Bulls all day, every day. It's all I want. I want to come more... Please... Please give it back... " I moaned, not wanting the pleasure to ever stop. Not wanting to ever feel empty again.

She snapped her fingers and like that, J.J. was on me again. I screamed when he slid inside and mewled as he resumed his speed. He was savaging me again, hammering away at whatever last vestiges of shame or resistence that lived in the back of my mind. I threw my head back, rocked my hips against him and looked at Jason. He was staring wide-eyed, not blinking, his face a tapestry of emotions. Love, Awe, Shame, Embarrassment, Inadequacy, Weakness, Strength... He was beautiful in his submission. Perfect, just as he was.

A massive orgasm hit me like a tidal wave. I lost my breath and buried my face in the covers. Before I could recover, hell, before I could stop coming, another rolled across my body. I started to cry, really cry. The pleasure was more than I could describe. No words were adequate. I thought I'd never be able to express how I felt, never be able to express how grateful I was to the Court, to Jason, to Maurice, or to J.J. Then the words formed themselves in my mouth and rushed out.

"Come inside me, Daddy..." I moaned, turning my face just enough to be heard.

"What was that, Bitch?" J.J. laughed, slapping my ass hard.

"Come inside me! Please, give me your cum! Fill me the fuck up!" I screamed, looking back at him with pleading eyes.

J.J. laughed, grabbing my hair and pulling my head up from the bed.

"Look at that White Boy! Look at your Slut Girlfriend! Watch me fill her up with a real man's nut!" J.J. yelled, slamming his cock hilt-deep again and again.

He laughed and ramped his speed up, clutching my hips and slamming me back against him with every hard thrust. I looked up at Jason, read the amazed disbelief on his face, just as I felt J.J.'s hot seed pour into me. The feeling of that hot, surging semen inside me brought me once again to mind-blowing orgasm and my face hit the bed again. Spent, J.J. pulled out and slapped his dripping cock on my ass. Then another one of them was mounting me.

He moved in close to me, rolled me onto my back muttering something about sloppy seconds. He slid his cock deep and erased that agonizing hollow feeling. I wrapped my arms and my legs around him, and held tight as he fucked me. He was slower, more deliberate. Passionate without being aggressive. He pulled almost all of the way out with each stroke, so that his broad head could stretch its way inside me every time. It was incredible. I came over and over again, and sank my teeth into his shoulder to keep from screaming myself hoarse. Eventually, he too emptied himself inside me, then he tagged out. I begged, pleaded for him to stay inside me forever.

Another took me, kneading my breasts as he fucked me. He licked my nipples, and squeezed them. He fucked me for what felt like hours, and then he pulled out, scrambled up the bed and mounted my chest. He slapped his cock, wet with my juices and the semen of two other bulls, down between my breasts. I pushed them together and he fucked them hard and fast until he shot his load on my neck and chin.

I rolled my head back and looked at Jason, semen creeping up the side of my face. Another bull stepped between us, grabbed my hair with one hand, and slid his cock into my mouth with the other. I bobbed my head up and down to suck him, and massaged his balls with my hands. Then he started to drive, thrusting his cock into my throat hard and fast. I dug my nails into his ass as he fucked my face, slobber running up my face and getting in my hair. When he came, he pulled back and stroked himself off on my face. I ran my tongue around my lips, savoring the taste.

In seconds though, I was pulled off of the bed, and lifted into the air. Another of the bulls held me aloft, turned me around, positioned me carefully, and then slid me down onto his massive cock. Letting gravity do most of the work, he bounced me on it, each descent forcing a howl of agony and ecstasy from my lungs. He was so deep. Deeper than anyone had ever been. Deeper than I thought I could ever take. He turned to give the room full view of me lost in hedonistic abandon, semen dripping from my face and chest. He had his way with me there, his arms locked under my legs, bouncing me rapidly on his cock while everyone watched. I loved every second of it. I loved the looks of hunger and passion on everyone's faces. I loved the way Jason swung between watching eagerly and trying to look away. I was in my element, moaning and screaming for the crowd. I was the center of attention, my primal desires on display. Black seed on and in me. This was what it was all about. This is what I was born for. I only wished I'd learned sooner, so that I hadn't wasted so much time not fucking Black Bulls.

As he bounced me in front of the crowd, I locked eyes on Jason. Jason, my boyfriend-turned-cuckold. My sweet, loving Jason. It astounded me how he could stand by me through all of this, how he could put his needs aside to help me achieve mine. I marveled at his quiet strength, and loved him all the more for it. I watched him watch me, his face red with excitement and that special mix of shame and pleasure that I knew he enjoyed so much. I watched him fumble with the tight cage that trapped his little, pink cock. As that Big Black Bull bounced me on his massive cock, and my body trembled with electric ecstasy, I realized that I'd forgotten what Jason's dick felt like inside of me. I wondered for a moment if he'd forgotten what my pussy felt like, and then the most incredible orgasm of my life shook all conscious thought from me.

I saw stars, the room flickered like a strobe light, and the next thing I knew, he was sitting me down, back on the pillow it had all started on. It took everything in me to remain sitting upright. My legs were quivering from countless orgasms. My chest heaved with frantic, ragged breaths. Orgasmic delirium coursed through my body like an electrical current. I was warm and numb and sore all at the same time. I felt drunk, but I'd never been so alive, so undeniably myself.

Queen Shiloh of the Court of Spades got off of her Bull's lap and walked over to me. Maurice took Jason by the arm and they followed. Then, all six of the men I'd been with that night re-encircled me as well. They were stroking their cocks and to my amazement, they were all getting hard again. I'd seen Maurice bounce back in minutes, but I thought that was just him.

"Who presents this Woman before the Court?" She asked, touching my face, wiping some of the cum from my cheek.

"I do, Queen Shiloh." Maurice said, taking care to avoid her gaze.

"And who lives in service of her?" She asked, turning to look at Jason.

"I do, Queen Shiloh, ma'am." He stammered out, looking at the ground and still clutching my bra.

"We gathered here have all borne witness to her devotion, and so it is within my power to name her a Queen of Spades." Shiloh said, pausing for a moment before continuing "If she takes the oath."

She walked in a circle around me, her white-gloved hand trailing along the cocks that had tested my worthiness.

"Do you, Tonya, swear fealty to the Court of Spades and swear your body to Black Cock?" She asked, finishing her circle and placing both hands on my face.

"I do." I whispered, gazing up at her in awe.

"And do you swear yourself to the service of the Court, as we swear ourselves to you?" She continued, not breaking eye-contact.

"I do." I said, trying to speak up.

"And... Do you, Jason, swear your oath to her and to the Court?" She asked, looking over her shoulder at my boyfriend.

"I willingly forfeit all sexual privileges with my Queen to Black Cock. I accept my responsibilities to aid in her pleasure and happiness. I swear myself as Cuckold." Jason said, looking directly at me, his eyes so full of love.

"Then take your place, Cuck." She commanded.

Jason obeyed, still smiling. He walked around behind me and dropped to his knees. Bending over as if giving praise until his forehead touched the soles of my feet. Then he sat back up, and pulled my hair back gently.

"Then, Tonya, I name you Queen of Spades, Lady of the Court. Bask in the glory. Be baptised into your new life and feel your old one wash away." She said, smiling.

"I'm proud of you." She added quietly as she walked back to her Bull.

Before I could respond, the six who'd administered my test closed ranks around me. One after another, they stroked their cocks off on my face and chest. I felt their hot, sticky cum run down my skin. It got in my hair, and in my mouth. I pressed my tits together and opened my mouth wide to catch as much as I could. In that moment, I'd overcome. I had endured and come out victorious. This was a celebration, these were my fireworks. My delicious, salty-sweet fireworks. I used my hands to scoop as much of it as I could into my mouth and swallowed every drop. I reveled in my whore's glory, bathed in the explosive start to my new life. I was a Queen of Spades.

When they were all empty, Shiloh approached me again. She placed a small charm, a Spade with a raised "Q" in the center, on the ring of my collar.

"You may now kiss your Cuck." She said, grinning.

I turned, and threw my arms around Jason. Tears of happiness welled up in my eyes. I kissed him hard and deep, not caring about the semen in my mouth and on my face. He didn't seem to care either.

"Welcome to the Club, Tonya. You're damn good lay. Hit me up if you ever wanna that pussy beat up again." J.J. said, grinning ear to ear.

"Oh don't worry, I will." I said, beaming but still holding on to Jason.

Joining the Court meant that I could have my pick of Bulls. I'd already decided to keep Maurice as my main one, but while the rest were testing me, I was testing them. A Queen has to keep her options open, after all. I looked over at Jason, took in his smiling face, and realized something else. If it took a Bull to make us whole, then joining the Court could take us to even greater heights. Everything was perfect, I'd found where I was always meant to be.

People started to depart, heading down to the party proper. J.J. put a hand on Jason's shoulder and told him that he owed him a beer. He asked him to come down to the hotel bar. Maurice helped me to my feet, his big, strong arms helping me keep my balance on my shaking legs. As much as I wanted to remain there in his embrace, I pulled away and stopped Jason and J.J. at the door.

"Jason will have to catch up with you later." I said, smiling and tugging on Jason's sleeve.

"One drink won't hurt him, Tonya." Maurice said, steadying me.

"That's not it. It's just that he's been such a good boy today, I think he deserves a treat." I said sweetly, running my hand along Jason's inner thigh.

The two Bulls exchanged knowing looks, patted Jason on the back, and headed off to the bar. I took Jason into the bathroom of Shiloh's suite and started to run a bath. It was a big jacuzzi tub, and as it filled, I sent Jason to our room to fetch his key. By the time he got back, I was sitting on the edge of the tub with the bubbles on.

"Clean me off, Baby, and you'll get your reward." I cooed, biting my lip for extra effect.

He dipped a washcloth in the warm water, and began to clean me slowly and carefully. I watched the water run down my body, watched Jason take his time making sure I was clean. He paid special attention to my face and chest. Then I lifted my leg and pressed my foot down on his shoulder, pushing until he was on his knees in front of me.

"I need to be completely clean, sweetie." I said sweetly.

He knew what I meant. We'd been working up to this for a while. He placed his hands on my thighs, and ran his tongue across my aching, sore slit. Then he dove in, eating my dripping pussy with a ravenous hunger built by watching me be gangbanged by black bulls all night. He ate me out, Bull's dripping hot, sticky-sweet cum and all until I let him stop. Then I took him by the hand and helped him up. I unlocked his cage and stroked his little pink dick until it reached its maximum, wholy underwhelming, size.

"Get in, the water's warm." I said, motioning for him to join me.

He got in, and I followed, laying my back against his chest.

"I love you, you know that, right?" I asked him, ruffling his hair gently.

"I love you too." He whispered.

He kissed my neck, and washed my hair. Once I was clean, we kissed again, long and deep. Then I reached under the water, and started to stroke his little dick, slowly and lovingly. It didn't take him long to come, but when he did, he came hard. His whole body shivered with the kind of bliss that I could only get from black men. I looked into his eyes, and knew that even though our relationship was different, it was right. We were happy, and we were in love.