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.