He Thought I Cheated, So I Did

Jacob and I had been dating for about a year, and things had been going well up to this point. We had met at a mutual friend's party, and there was an instant connection. Jacob was smart and had a great sense of humor. He wasn't the best-looking guy in the world, but he had a charisma that charmed me.

But one day, while I was in the shower, Jacob said a text popped up on my phone. It was a text from a friend, but seeing the notification made him curious to see what I had on my phone. He probably knew it was wrong, but he did it anyway.

After I got out of the shower and reentered the bedroom, Jacob stared at me with anger in my eyes.

"Look at this!" he burst out.

He pulled out my phone and played a video of me, taken from above, while I was down on my knees, sucking a massive black dick. I was stroking and sucking on the length of his big, beautiful dick. In the audio, I could hear myself moaning and, in the brief moments when I caught my breath, telling him how huge he was.

The video was in my photo gallery and dated only a week ago--Jacob demanded I explain. A wave of anxiety crashed onto me, and with a shaky voice, I answered.

"Jacob, it's not what you think. That video is old. It's from the start of college; I was a freshman when he took the video."

"Who was he?!" Jacob blurted.

"His name was Jamal. He was one of the players on the college football team. I was looking at old DMs on Instagram and saw that he had sent me that video years ago. And t-to be honest, I thought the video was hot so I decided to save it last week."

"I don't believe it," he quickly retorted.

"I can show you the DMs," I said back, but my voice was weak, and Jacob didn't seem to be in the mood for explanations.

"I don't know why you can't just admit it. I should've known you were the kind of girl who'd cheat for some hung black guy."

"Seriously, Jeff, just let me--"

"No, I'm going back to my parent's place for the night. Goodbye." Jacob said in a cold tone.

He turned around, quickly got his things, and left without another word.

I felt defeated--my boyfriend thought I would cheat on him. I leaned on my bed and cried for ten minutes. But quickly, this sadness turned into bitterness. Jacob wouldn't even let me explain myself, and he claimed I was one of those girls who cheated with hung black guys. Well, you know what, I thought, if Jacob already believes I'm cheating, if he already thought I'd cheat with big black dicks, then maybe I should just embrace it and go suck a big black dick.

So, I went back to my Instagram DMs and looked up Jamal's account. I messaged him, saying I saw the old video he recorded of me and wanted to know if he was busy that night. About twenty minutes later, I got two messages: the first with his apartment address and the second reading, "You can come anytime tonight, baby." I typed in the address and saw he was only a fifteen-minute walk from Jacob and I's apartment. I felt ready to give myself what I wanted and deserved.

I did my makeup and put on one of my favorite outfits; I wanted to look good for Jamal. And after a brief walk, I was at his building. I buzzed his room, and after several seconds, the door unlocked. I walked down the hallway and soon saw a door open for me. He was even bigger than I remembered, well over six feet tall, and had lean muscles straining against his shirt. He pulled me into a brief hug, just long enough for his hands to get a feel for my body, and I could feel his massive bulge pressing against me.

He let me into the apartment, his eyes never leaving me. He asked if I wanted a glass of water, and I accepted. I sat down on his couch, and thirty seconds later, Jamal came back with a glass of water and sat down next to me.

"I know what you're here for," Jamal said as he unbuckled his pants and pulled out his big, thick dick. Even though he was soft, his soft length was larger than most dicks when hard.

"You're so big," I said with a shy smile and blushed cheeks.

I got off the couch and knelt before him, just like in the video. I could see the desire in his eyes, the hunger. And I felt it, too.

I grabbed his dick and slapped it against my face as he became harder and harder. And he was bigger than I remembered here, too, both of my hands wrapped around him, covering only half of his length. I couldn't help but notice how much Jamal had Jacob beat in size.

I took him into my mouth, my lips stretching around his girth. I got a subtle taste of his pre-cum, and it only turned me on more. Jamal groaned, his large hands tangled in my hair. He let me work on his dick but guided my movements, just like in the video. I took him deeper, taking in as much as I could. I wanted this. I needed this.

And with the length I couldn't manage into my mouth, I had motion on both hands and stroking him up and down, my fingers hardly being able to wrap around his thickness. Both hands worked themselves up and down, just like my mouth.

I could feel myself nearly gagging on his size, and my eyes even began to water, but that didn't matter--I realized how much I loved big black dicks, how much they turned me on. I heard Jamal moan and talk dirty to me; "Keep stroking and sucking, baby" and "You like big black meat, huh'?" were among his two favorite lines to say, and whenever he'd say that latter, I'd happily nod my head up and down.

And I continue to work his massive size up and down. I sucked it not like it was a chore, but with love for the big, beautiful dick before me. I gave him everything I could, and with a pulsation in my dick, he pulled himself out of my mouth and came all over my face. Like his dick, his load was massive; my cheeks, lips, chin, and eyebrows all had Jamal's white cum on my face. I wiped it off and tasted it--he even tasted good, sweet, and ever so slightly salty.

"That's all I needed," I said after a moment of silence with a mischievous grin.

"Well, I'm glad you came, baby; you were amazing," Jamal said with a satisfied grin and sigh of sexual release.

A proud smile took over my face while continuing to clean off Jamal's cum off my face, one taste at a time.

"Don't be shy either; you can come around more often," Jamal added.

"I have a boyfriend, so we'll see." I quietly remarked.

"You got a man?" Jamal chuckled--he seemed proud of himself.

"I do, but I decided to start branching out and trying new stuff. I saw that video and knew I needed to try it again."

"Damn, you're the kind of girl I loved," Jamal leaned back his head and smirked.

After a few final words, I got my stuff and headed back to the apartment, but not without a kiss of goodbye from Jamal. I couldn't believe I had done it. I had sucked his big black dick again, just like in the video. And I loved it. I had loved every second of it. I loved how my fingers could barely wrap around him, how it would've taken three or four hands to cover his length. I loved how his dark black dick contrasted my skin tone and how his slight upward curve and veins felt inside of my mouth and in my hands.

As I walked back home, I felt a sense of fulfillment. In the wake of Jacob accusing me of cheating on him with a big black dick, I had rekindled my desire for it to spite him. And now that I got a taste, I wasn't going to go back.

END OF PART ONE OF A TWO PART SERIES.