There will be a day when I’m gone, answering for all the crazy shit I did while I was alive. Using a cable descrambler years ago? Sure. Taking a shit behind a sign near a local Jack in the Box? You bet. I can picture it now:
Saint Peter: “D, you’ve led quite the life. While you were, overall, a great guy, you did some questionable things. Care to explain ‘Cumbang’ to me?”
Me: “Sure. Well, um, we would shoot black girls for GloryHole-Initiations.com, and they’d often complain about their black boyfriends screwing around with white women. Our boss got it in his head to turn that into a site. He greenlit 40 scenes immediately. The female talent would orally satisfy about a dozen white guys.”
Saint Peter: “And I’m sure the Confederate socks and shirts were his idea too?”
Me: “Yes, sir. Hey, when do I get to see Jimi Hendrix and my dogs?”
Saint Peter: “First things first. The oral sex you received from some of the ladies from ‘Cumbang’—that was his idea too?”
Me: “I cannot lie. I love black pussy!”
Saint Peter: “You may enter. Just stay away from Eartha Kitt.”
Cumbang.com was the brainchild of the previous owner of Dogfart, and the stories above are true. Some of our black female talent would often vent about their unfaithful black boyfriends. We turned that into the catalyst for why a black woman would end up servicing a dozen white guys. The earlier scenes were absent of the aforementioned Confederate shirts and socks. The shirts read, “Dixie Stud. I’d take one for the flag.”
We shot about 40 of these scenes so the site could launch sooner rather than later.
Have I ever mentioned that I always enjoyed shooting black women more than white chicks? Except for the time Jada Fire said, “Ew,” when she thought I was one of her co-stars that day, every shoot was a breeze. I miss those shoots and the fun we had on set.
