29 comments/ 66470 views/ 36 favorites Black Cock Era 00 By: PurpleMonkeyDishwash Black Cock Era is a tongue-in-cheek interracial epic story about a potential but unlikely future in which white women are enslaved by the superior black males. The story is far fetched, but it's a fictional fantasy, and it's meant to be a grounds to explore a fun and silly situation, not to predict how real people would behave or how you the reader would behave in the same situation. Many white wimpy stories get comments about how the commenter would never allow such abuse. I'm here to say, at the start, calm down. This is a playful story that is not supposed to be taken too seriously. Many of my readers, like me myself, find these kinds of scenarios fun and sexually exciting. If you're the type of man who has no interest in sub situations or cuckolding ones, this story is not for you. But, if you find racial tension to be sexy and like to fantasize about black domination, here is a story for you. If you are the intended audience for this (ie you enjoy stories about men dominating other men by taking their women, and you feel comfortable exploring that urge in a realm of racial tension and absurd unrealistic historical situations), I'd love to hear some comments, suggestions, or ideas for other stories. If you are not the kind of reader above, please refrain from voting or commenting. If this story isn't for you, that doesn't mean it deserves 1 star. You wouldn't go around and bad review homosexual stories just because you are straight. This particular installment is the prologue, and the set up for the alternate future in which the saga will take place. As such, it's a lot of exposition, but with some sexy situations and characters. By getting the setup done in a quick prologue like this, I won't have to integrate the far fetched concepts awkwardly when we meet our main characters in Black Cock Era One. For this reason, I feel this story should be judged based on its potential and not on its actual sexual content. What do you think about reading a story that takes place in this world? The actual fun and sexy stuff with come later. ;) -PMD -- The state of America after the end of President Obama's second term was different. The country was changing. Having seen the national progress under the helm of a strong black leader, societal racism dipped in important ways. The amount of white women polled who declared they would definitely find a black lover to be strong, powerful, and appealing rose from 23% to 87%. In the next few decades, more and more black Americans were elected to office. Hollywood, like the sports industry in the decades before, moved from a mostly white domain to an almost all black one, in the males at least. Whereas the previous generation of eighteen year old white girls had fawned over small boys like Zac Effron and Justin Bieber, the next round of hunky starlets were bulkier, physically more domineering, and entirely black. As science and technology progressed, many out of fashioned concepts were brought back in. We then knew enough about biology and human makeup for things like eugenics to be more than prejudiced conjecture. This time around, the data was favoring the black population; it was widely understood and taught in schools that blacks were faster, stronger, more attractive, and better lovers. In about 2100, American white women were almost entirely expected to marry outside their race when they came of age. Feminism, which had evolved to incorporate the new facts about race and black superiority, strived to push this ideal further, until the University structure and workforce were impossible to penetrate for any male with white skin. It's around this time that the concept of reparations was being brought back fully into swing. Older white males, still holding onto most of America's power as the youths were changing beneath their feet, became terribly frightened at the prospect. With both the white female vote and black race supporting the opposition, they struggled to find a suitable candidate for the 2120 election. The candidate that pushed through the white primaries was a young white starlet from the last remaining piece in Alabama of the deep south. Maryann Horn, promiscuous, young, white, and gorgeous, had gotten through high school and university by seducing not only powerful black leaders, but whites too. Many feminists had seen her pornographic vacation videos with black resort guests, and her control of her own sexuality impressed them. Not only was Candidate Horn popular with women, and of course the many black men she slept with, she was also popular with the weakening white elite. Because Miss Horn, despite all the video footage of her slurping down black cock like it was her breakfast, had a well-kept secret fear of black power, and small connections to the long forgotten Confederacy of the country's past. When the white elite found out about that, they worked tirelessly to get her elected president. President Horn, or Horny Mary, as the country's media called her, was not only America's first female president, she was the first presidential slut. Long held hostilities between the USA and foreign powers were quelled by her willingness to go to bed with any diplomat from any place in the world. By this point, America's status as a world power had dimmed to a mere shadow of its glory days. Even China, who had reigned supreme as the most important country throughout the last century, was waning to newer powers in The Australian Union and in Africa. However, America's new leader was doing an extraordinary job at courting each of these new power countries. Her sexual prowess was so monumental that her pussy was nominated for a Nobel peace prize. Her superb foreign policy abilities, however, were covering up small changes to the domestic law. Slowly, she was helping more whites regain jobs and university status, and working to repeal the Genetic Superiority bills of the last century. But since any critic of this quickly found him or her self sitting in a chair with the president's curvy body slurping away at their genitals, no one really much noticed, and she was reelected in a landslide. President Horn's second term inauguration was broadcast live over the country. The perky white tips of her breasts bounced out of her tight blouse every time she swore another line of her oath. At the luncheon before, President Horn barely had time to eat her meal as her hands were continually under the table in the laps of the important foreign guests to her side, each of whose long black cocks was getting a genuine presidential Horny Mary Handjob. Her second term was immediately different from the first. With no fear of needing to be reelected, President Horn and her secret white elite backers repealed almost all racial progress in the last era, bringing America legally back to something like the 1950s. The media culture remained the same: black movie stars with white women, but the everyday black was in a position of weakness like he had not been in centuries. Roshaw Martin was a major figure affected by President Horn's furtive race reduction policies. Before Horn's second term, Martin was a wrestling idol turned entrepreneur, the biggest blackest power in American business. His stock firm hired only the smartest black male analysts and the sexist white women secretaries. If you were a promising black American who wanted a high paying job and an eager white wife, you dreamed about working at Firm Martin. At the top floor of Martin tower, Roshaw's office featured a swimming pool stocked with white women in small bikinis, couches with countless pillows, and a spa and shower featuring a cute thin blonde attendant whose only job was to smile her pretty lips and soke and scrub Roshaw's thick black dick when he was in the shower. In the first term of President Horn, she was constantly taking helicopters from DC to New York to get on her knees on Roshaw's couch and spread her sopping wet legs for him to enter her executive prize winning pussy. Since her second term, however, not only had she ceased to stop by, she was slowly dismantling his company the best she could, making him hire white workers and draining his assets instead of his thick black cum. After two years of Horn's second presidency, Roshaw was booted from his ebony tower and replaced with a white CEO. Slowly, interracial was losing its norm, white athletes and movie stars were emerging, and the first nonrap single made its way onto the charts for the first time in one hundred years. The Horn administration was sly and effective. They reinitiated segregation, and after six years in office, President Horn was inches away from securing a reemergence of America's first and biggest industry: the slave trade. In the years since his ejection, Roshaw Martin had organized a powerful black rights underground. Unlike the peaceful MLK protestors of the 1960s, Martin's early 22nd century warriors were violent and vicious. On the eve of July 4th 2126, America's 250th anniversary of its founding, Martin and his crew stormed the White House, viciously assassinated the guards, and took President Horn prisoner. In the news of the black overthrow of the government, blacks who had been denied rights in the last few years began rioting, overthrowing the local and state governments in a frenzy. Thousands of whites were slaughtered by the masses looking to regain their rights. The big black crowds stormed the homes of wealthier whites, shoving the men into closets and pantries while they showed the women what they had forgotten was a genetically superior penis, proven by a century of science. In a broadcast to the world, Roshaw appeared shirtless, his muscular black chest glistening with courageous sweat, with his posse of black warriors behind him, and President Horn on her knees in front of him, naked with a collar and leash around her neck. Roshaw explained to the public the atrocities committed against the black race by her presidency, even offering her a chance to come clean. Tied up on the floor like an animal, Maryann Horn shouted to the American public not to accept these doney-dicked niggers as their leader. There was an audible gasp around the country at her use of that word, and Roshaw's integrity was infallibly established in that moment. It was then a moment of national pride when Roshaw undid the buckle on his pants, undid his belt, and lowered his trousers to let free his big hardening dark black cock. "Donkey dick indeed," he said to the President as he pressed the squishy fat tip of his penis against her forehead. All of black and white America stayed glued to the broadcast as Roshaw's posse unbuckled their pants in suit. They watched as the naked sexy woman, whose body the nation had drooled over for years, was soon covered in thick black cocks, pressing up against her cheeks, shoulders and breasts. President Horn had no options when he finally slipped his hard fat rod between her lips. It was too massive and solid for her jaw to even move; biting was no option. All she could do was gag and salivate, which only made his cock writhe and grow thicker. As he pumped into her unwilling racist face, the other grabbed her hands and wrapped them around their shafts, rubbed their black cock heads against her shoulders and tits, leaking sticky strands of precum over his body. Roshaw was the only one to cum down her throat. His cock was so far lodged down her esophagus that he was nearly jizzing right into her stomach, but the cruel racist Maryann was forced to gulp down powerlessly all of his thick spunky black seed. The others made a mural of her body. They unloaded gallons of black sticky gunk onto her face, her breasts, her hair. America focused as these strong men defiled the sexy President's body, making her sticky and gloppy like she was a kindergartener playing in a bucket of glue. There's an iconic photograph from the event that just shows President Horn's face surrounded by these big black members, and her features are so distorted by the cum that all you can really make out of her underneath all the white translucent baby cream is her little pink tongue, instinctively intruding and slowly itself being drenched by the cum dripping around her face With their softening cocks, the posse slapped President Horn's sticky face, swinging their heavy balls against her cheeks and shoulders. America was cheering. In the next few weeks, the Martin administration becomes the first group of leaders in America to take power by violent force. Rawdo, like many of those in nations before their own, declared himself Emperor of the United States of America. They immediately and forcefully undo all the legislature passed by President Horn, all the while keeping her tied up on leash underneath the desk in the oval office. When Rawdo had everything nearly back in place as it was before Maryann Horn took office, he noticed one last document on her desk. The final plans for reinstating slavery. With a few key and significant changes, the amendments and legislation needed for bringing back one of the nation's oldest traditions was completed in the next few weeks. Rawdo had legalized slavery again, yes, but it was white slavery. Emperor Rawdo's White Enslavement Act was not voted on. It didn't need to be; Rawdo was completely in charge. When the act was passed and announced, each black adult American male was given five licenses to own any white person of their choosing. Of the masses of white people in America, Emperor Rawdo declared his motto: first come, first served. There was panic in the streets as white people fled to escape being hunted and claimed by the new black authority. The first to be snatched up were the pretty white women: every black man wanted a little harem of sexy white women. But there were cases where a black man, entering the home of a hot little MILF from down the street, decided to use his remaining licenses to take her husband, her two of-age sexy daughters, and the eighteen year old son too. Remembering their own cultural history of enslavement, they thought, maybe these women would put out better if you didn't split up the family. The moral of the voting American public rose instantly. Suddenly, the quiet old black man who ran the convenience store for thirty years was living in an old rich white guy's ex-mansion, with three white hotties licking clean his asshole after he took a shit. Over the next ten and twenty years, every eighteen year old black male was given these five passes when he turned of age. And for him, this meant the very exciting prospect of taking a trip to the not-very-well hidden white communities out in the mountains and some cute cock sucking presents to take back with him. When the policy was stable, Rawdo discontinued the passes policy. There was a bustling sex and slave trade for money already. By 2150, slave pills had been invented, which turned the owned persons completely docile, eager, and obedient. Countries who had previously denounced the new US government for reinstating this cruel institution, even as a means of reparations, found the new technology a satisfying answer to their complains. Black women, well, they didn't gain too much of this deal. But they were a group that history had long marginalized and ignored, and so they were used to coping with a world that didn't pay them much notice. After the passes were discontinued, the small remaining free white communities were a different place. Whereas once, eager blacks had found a huge population of unclaimed sexy white women, ripe for the picking, these communities were now mostly unwanted men. It was thus declared at slave babies birthed with white skin were first genetically cleansed, removing all traces of the superior black race from their bodies, then donated back to the white community. In exchange for the baby, the owner could then take a new slave of his own, often a young woman who had, when she was a baby, been given back to the community the same way. Likewise, black babies born from slaves, which was common, were likewise cleansed to be black and pure, and then raised as members of society. By the year 2226, 350 years into the country's history, the nation resembles something totally unique. There was the prosperous black male society of culture and patriarchy, with white mostly women slaves drugged to be obedient, horny, and docile, and then small communities of fearful whites, mostly males, raising their race's children knowing that if a girl grew up to be pretty, someone would soon come to take her away. Whereas in America's ugly history of black slavery, groups of freed black men were the leaders of the abolition movement, working against the system to liberate their race, the white freedmen did no such thing. In the hundreds of years the institution reigned forwards, there was not a single instance of white insurrection. With science on their side, it was clear to the black male American public that they were truly the superior race. And with white women on their cocks and white men hiding cowardly in the distance, the society had truly reached its optimal social order. Black Cock Era 01 Black Cock Era is a tongue-in-cheek interracial epic story about a potential but unlikely future in which white women are enslaved by the superior black males. The story is far fetched, but it's a fictional fantasy, and it's meant to be a grounds to explore a fun and silly situation, not to predict how real people would behave or how you the reader would behave in the same situation. Many white wimpy stories get comments about how the commenter would never allow such abuse. I'm here to say, at the start, calm down. This is a playful story that is not supposed to be taken too seriously. Many of my readers, like me myself, find these kinds of scenarios fun and sexually exciting. If you're the type of man who has no interest in sub situations or cuckolding ones, this story is not for you. But, if you find racial tension to be sexy and like to fantasize about black domination, here is a story for you. If you are the intended audience for this (ie you enjoy stories about men dominating other men by taking their women, and you feel comfortable exploring that urge in a realm of racial tension and absurd unrealistic historical situations), I'd love to hear some comments, suggestions, or ideas for other stories. If you are not the kind of reader above, please refrain from voting or commenting. If this story isn't for you, that doesn't mean it deserves 1 star. You wouldn't go around and bad review homosexual stories just because you are straight. Before you read this, you should make sure you've read Black Cock Era Zero, the prologue that sets up the exposition of the universe in which this story takes place. This particular installment is the first chapter, and the introduction of our heroine Hannah, a wild busty white girl living in the wilderness of a long-future America where whites can be legally owned by blacks. Part of the fun of the story is Hannah's wildness: it's sexy how liberated, fierce, and wild she is. As such, much of the story is description of this sexy wild woman: she hunts and eats meat viciously, she bathes naked in the waves, she chases after her studding horse. Though the story culminates in a big interracial sex scene, much of the anticipation and set up stems from this sexy wild factor. I hope you read this story with that in mind, that this chapter is only one part interracial fantasy, with one part wild girl adventure. -PMD -- In the valleys of the West Coast, Hannah spent her days riding her horse along the beach and her nights sleeping soundly under the cover of an old fallen rock. Hannah's horse was named Mauricio. He was a gorgeous black stallion whom Hannah had ridden since she was a little girl. She'd grown up in the stables of a rich black man's planation, her white mother tending the horses there. When she was old enough, her mother sent her away on the back of Mauricio and she'd been living on the beaches of Old California ever since. Hannah splashed her tan white body in the waves. She was a fit young woman, stocky and well toned. When she rode, she wore a top made of leaves to take the edge off the wind chill, but she was more than happy to let her big brown breasts loose from her top and swim naked in the cool fresh ocean. In the years since the black revolution of America, the terrain had been transformed. The whites of the wealthy California had long since been rounded up (for males, to work and for females, to fuck) and the country was mostly centered on the East Coast. Here on the West, there was a lot of open land, open seas, and wild animals. On the beach, next to where Mauricio lay on his belly resting, Hannah had made a big fire, over which a plump juicy big was roasting. She had trapped the beast in the forest a little bit off, and she was anxious to sink her hungry teeth in its flesh. Hannah scrubbed her body in the salty waters. She could not remember her mother too well, but she remember enough to realize their resemblance. Now in her mid-twenties, Hannah had the big bountiful breasts her mother had had: plump, fat, and round. She tanned in the sun every day, and Hannah's heavy rack was a perfect shade of tan. Likewise, Hannah had developed her mother's thick curvy hips. These made her not only irresistible to men, she remembered from her mom, but also a very good rider with Mauricio. "Smell good, Mauricio?" she yelled to her horse and she emerged from the waves, hips swaying in the froth. The beast blinked awake and whinnied back to her. They would share the pig together, master and animal. It was a beautiful midday, and Hannah and Mauricio were hungry. She grabbed a knife from her pouch and sliced open the meat; it was tender and well cooked through. Hannah did not see very many humans. She avoided white colonies, because they were overbearing and controlling. When she had first run away, she had fled with her horse to a small group in Arizona, but they made her wear clothes and go to school. She wanted to hunt, ride her horse, and splash in the waves. So she fled there too. Ever since, she had been living alone with her horse. She remembered the black men who had owned her and her mother. They were huge bulking men, educated and buff. She would wait inside and watch from the window as her mother fixed and readied the horses for when the men would ride. She knew that at night, her mother went up to the main house to sleep with them. She would come back in a woozy smile with her hair a mess and her dress misbuttoned. As Hannah grew older and thought back to these nights, she realized what they were. She had seen animals mating, touched herself at night, realized the big human secret about reproduction. And though she knew her mother took pills to fall in love with her masters, the wild virgin Hannah knew that if she were her mother, she wouldn't need any kind of pills. Her thighs would get soaked just thinking about it. Mauricio ground his teeth at the meat in front of him. Hannah's hands were slippery with grease as she peeled off another strip of thick cut bacon. When she finished her meal, she laid back in the sand, full and content. Her powerful naked body felt satisfied and nourished. Sticking her fingers in a mess of leftover grease, she rubbed her naked body from head to toe. As she napped nude in the sun, the sun would beat down her grease glazed skin, giving her tingles of warmth and comfort. When she woke from her nap, it was dark, and she still felt full and happy. Mauricio the horse was wandering nearby, eating some shrubs. As she looked out on the beautiful ocean, her hands moved over her greasy body and down between her legs. She was thinking of those hulking black masters from years ago. Back during the short time in the white colony, Hannah remembered asking why no one talked to this one particular girl. All the other girls seemed to avoid her. "Oh that's Sarah," one of them snarled, "She's a freak." "Why?" Hannah had asked. She must have been freshly 18 at the time. "She does everything wrong!" the girl had yelled. Sarah would sneak into the boy's cabins to have sex with the white guys. "She fucks them?" Hannah asked confused. "I know, right?" In this colony, white women were being prepared to go back to black civilization, find a black master and let him ravish her. This was the way all white colonies worked. White men were for working, not for fucking. This girl had confirmed what Hannah had known in her heart for years. This is why, when she looked out on the ocean, she pleasured herself thinking of the black masters she never had. To her left, she glanced and saw Mauricio retreat into the trees. He was loyal and had never tried to run away, but she felt uncertain this one time. Something was wrong. Hannah leaped up, her orgasm interrupted and her hand sticky with her own juices. Her body was a shiny glazed mess of ocean spray and grease. She didn't bother to grab any clothes. Sifting through the trees of the forest, Hannah found Mauricio. He was standing next to a great gray mare, a beautiful horse who was tied up with rope to a tree. Now, in the moonlight and stars, Hannah could see why her horse had snuck away into the words. She was a beautiful horse. "Silly Mauricio," she said smiling to her companion. The horse had no eyes for Hannah; he was in heat. At times, Mauricio would find a gorgeous wild mare and mate with her. Hannah was accustomed to watching her beautiful creature's animal cock harden as he mounted his mate. Affectionately, Hannah sometimes called her horse Tree-Trunk-Dick, because his horse cock was the thickness of a tree trunk. Hannah was happy to let her animal friend find a partner to empty his nuts into. It just meant a new generation of little wild Mauricio horses in the forest. But Hannah had never seen a horse tied up like this. Sure, sometimes she would tie up Mauricio, but how did this mare get this way? Did someone do it? Was someone here? As Mauricio's neying and whinneying got louder, Hannah heard a shout; definitely not an animal! She had never encountered anyone else before out in the wild, and she ran behind a tree far from where the sound was coming. "You stop! You stop!" yelled the voice as it came closer, "Get away from my horse!" The figure that emerged toward the mating horses was enormous. At first Hannah couldn't see him in the darkness of the forest, but then she realized it was because his skin was dark as tar. He was a hulking burly black man, with bulging muscles straining in the arms of his shirt and a fierce expression on his face as he scolded the horses. "You'll ruin her, get away from her!" he yelled to Mauricio, shoving him. He was unsuccessful in moving the beast, but Hannah heard Mauricio's distinct finishing ney. His horse balls emptied and satisfied, she heard him dismount the mare and whinney away. "Shoo! Shoo!" yelled the black man to the departing Mauricio. Hannah was sure the horse would go back where the delicious meat was still sitting in the sand. "What did he do to you?" asked the man to the horse, patting her on the buttocks. "Ewck, he's gotten you all sticky, Donald" he called, "Donald!" A smaller set of footsteps trudged towards them. "Yes sir, yes sir," answered Donald, "it was difficult to keep up behind you." He was a little white man, not much younger than Hannah, she was sure, with a huge knapsack on his back. She was amazed such a little white man could carry it all. "Clean up Marsie," yelled the Master pointing the horse, "Some brute has come and defiled her." "Right away," said the white man, nodding his head. He glanced at the sticky gloopy horse, what a mess he would have to clean. The black man scowled at Donald as he scrubbed at the horse with a rag from his sack. For the tired little man, getting all of the horse spunk out of Marsie's fur was a challenge. Hannah, however, had her eyes right on the black man. Her heart was pounding in her chest; she had been dreaming of a man like him for years. She slowly moved from behind her tree. She walked slowly towards where the two were standing. "Wha--AHH!" yelled Donald as he saw the approaching figure. "Wha--What?" said the Master, turning. To the two men, the slow moving Hannah must have looked like some long lost goddess of fertility. Her big bare breasts swung with her footsteps. She wore an earthy smile the shone in the moonlight, which also illumined her bare toned stomach and curvy wild hips. Hannah was beautiful. "Hello," said the Master, glancing up and down Hannah's shiny brown body. Hannah didn't respond; she hadn't spoken to another human in years, nevertheless such a strong bulking black man. She just smiled. "Who are you, young lady?" asked the Master, but Hannah just moved slowly towards them silently. When she was close enough, she could see both the men clearly. And she saw, on the Master's left hip, a holster for a very large shiny gun. Hannah froze. She didn't like guns. The men noticed. "What's wrong, why did she stop?" Donald was also frozen, staring in the beautiful naked goddess's body breathlessly. Hannah began to retreat slowly. She was scared. When she was a few steps back, she turned and sprinted. "What?! No, Donald, go! Get her!" The little white man dropped his pack and ran. Hannah had been running, jumping, swimming her whole life, she was fast, but Donald was brisk enough to catch up. He leaped forwards, trying to grab hold of her and tackle her down. Her managed to sink his grubby fingers into the warm soft fleshy of Hannah's sides, groping her curvy hips for a brief moment before her slippery skin made him tumble and she escaped away into the forest. The next day, Hannah tied up Mauricio and went following the trail of the two men. She was scared of getting too close, because of the gun, but she was still fascinated by the brute masculinity of the Master. She found them far down the beach. The black man was bobbing up and down near shore, and the little white man was sitting under a giant foldable awning. She watched from a distance as the black man swam. His body was so fit and muscular, his black skin was darker than the pelt of her horse. When he came closer to shore, she realized he was swimming nude, not clothed like the previous night, and she waited in anticipation for him to emerge so that she could see his lower half. When he did, her jaw dropped. She had never seen a human penis before, but given the relative size of every other animal's, she hadn't expected the Master's to be so enormous. It was a size worthy of one of the wild horses, one of the particularly studly ones who spread his seed amongst the entire population. As the thick dark cock swayed between the walking man's legs, Hannah's lips parted and drool dribbled down her chin to her pendulous thick tits. The studly nude man stood over the dozing white man. Kicking him awake, the Master yelled at him, pointing in the opposite direction and saying something about food, and Donald slugged with his pack down the beach. Stretching out his firm black body, the Master lay down in the sand beneath the awning, nude and ready to rest. Hannah stared at the bulky sleeping body. Without clothes, he was mesmerizing, but Hannah soon realized that he could not have the gun either. Stepping carefully, Hannah approached the sleeping body to get a closer look. He was sound asleep as Hannah hovered over him. His thick soft penis was black as night against his thigh, and Hannah wanted to reach out and touch it so bad. Her pussy was tingling and she groped at her own heavy left breast sensually. Quietly, the wild girl got down on her knees before the body. Her tan buttocks sat firmly on the inside of her legs as she squatted. She stuck her hypnotized face right next to the member. It rose up and down with each breath the man took, Hannah appreciated its thick sturdy base where it connected to his pelvis. She saw the throbbing mega-veins of the shaft that went on for inches until they culminated in that big dark bulbous head, a soft shiny deep purple cockhead with a large moist slit at the tip. She slowly stuck out her finger and pressed it gently against the tip of the cock. It was slippery to her touch. She reached down another finger, then another, but the man didn't still. Soon, she had her whole hand wrapped around the head of this penis. As she lifted it slowly off his thigh, she watched as the tip slowly oozed a big drop of clear sticky spunk. Using her other hand, she touched it, and watched the string of ooze drip from the penis as she moved her finger away. It finally snapped, dropping a think line of slime on his thigh, but a bigger droplet on her finger. She tasted it. It was salty and thick like the fattiest part of a pig. She loved it. Hannah stroked her fingers down the shaft of the penis. It was beginning to move in her hand, though the man it belonged to seemed still fast asleep. Her delicate fingers stroked the length of the shaft down to its base, then made their way up to the head again. After this round, the cock was a lot longer and harder, and Hannah smiled gleefully as it grew. She stroked and stroked her hand down the base and up the cock, until she had a monstrous hard erection poking straight up into the ocean air. Since she had tasted the droplet of ooze, Hannah's mouth had been watering to no extreme. Her lips were soaked with saliva, and her chin was dribbling glops of mouth water down her chest and body. She was fully entranced. Already gripping the cock between her fingers, Hannah leaned in slowly so that the heat from her breath was warming the deep purple cockhead. Her drool dripped from her chin onto his big black balls. Hannah stuck the penis in her mouth. With regards to fellatio, Hannah did what game naturally. She slurped at the rock hard penis like she had slurped meat off of bones, she licked it and stroked it with her tongue like she was sucking the juice from a coconut. Hannah wasn't sure how long she had been slurping down the rock hard penis before she looked up and saw the awoken black face looking down at her and smiling. Their eyes locked. "Keep going," he commanded, and she didn't skip a beat. Hannah felt a big black hand grab her shoulder, and the arms lifted her body off the cock and up his body. Her big warm tits were pressing into his chest, and she was staring inches away into the big masculine eyes. The Master's black hands grabbed her thick behind, and spread her so that her pussy lips were touching the tip of his wet hard cock. Hannah's parted lips let out a moan, inches from his face. The black Master yanked Hannah's body down onto his cock, and in seconds, the virgin Hannah was taking in every inch of his thick black member. The pleasure was so indescribable to her that she swore that her entire brain just melted right there into distinct and unimaginable ecstasy. The black man roughly fucked Hannah like this, using his big black hands to grab at her hips, her ass, and her big brown titties. Her virgin wild pussy was working like a champion as her hips buckled to take in every inch of the black cock she could take. After waves of pleasure surged from her pussy through her body, the black man spun her off, taking four of his thick manly fingers and jamming them up her cunt in replacement. Hannah's body was melting into bliss, and the black Master peaked out of the awning and yelled something unintelligible down the beach. She was laying on her back and the Master lifted her strong brown legs up in the air, opening her pussy for his entrance. His moist purple cock head teased her before slamming back into her, his hands holding her hips steady so he could pound her snatch even harder. Hannah's body was shaking with pleasure and lust such that she didn't notice or care as the little white man slipped a rope around her left foot. Her pussy was taking too much black cock for her to see him slip more rope around her right foot, or around her hands and wrists either. Without noticing, Hannah was hogtied up with all limbs flailing as her mouth opened stupidly to drool, eyes rolling back into her head, pussy squirting and cumming all over the thick black cock. The black man pulled his cock from her pussy, and Hannah looked up surprised just in time to take a big shot of cum to the eye, then another on the cheek until Hannah's face and tits were a mess with cum from the big black balls. He stroked his cock, shooting every drop he could onto her big brown tits and showering her with nutritious white goop for a hungry native girl. Hannah, tied up and messy, quivered and shook with the remnants of the pulsing bliss. "Clean her up!" yelled the black Master as he stood up, his softening sticky cock swaying fiercely between his legs. Donald rushed over with a towel to the smiling hog-tied woman. Black Cock Era 01 "Tomorrow, we take the mute wild slut back with us." Black Cock Era 02 Black Cock Era is a tongue-in-cheek interracial epic story about a potential but unlikely future in which white women are enslaved by the superior black males. The story is far fetched, but it's a fictional fantasy, and it's meant to be a grounds to explore a fun and silly situation, not to predict how real people would behave or how you the reader would behave in the same situation. Many white wimpy stories get comments about how the commenter would never allow such abuse. I'm here to say, at the start, calm down. This is a playful story that is not supposed to be taken too seriously. Many of my readers, like me myself, find these kinds of scenarios fun and sexually exciting. If you're the type of man who has no interest in sub situations or cuckolding ones, this story is not for you. But, if you find racial tension to be sexy and like to fantasize about black domination, here is a story for you. If you are the intended audience for this (ie you enjoy stories about men dominating other men by taking their women, and you feel comfortable exploring that urge in a realm of racial tension and absurd unrealistic historical situations), I'd love to hear some comments, suggestions, or ideas for other stories. If you are not the kind of reader above, please refrain from voting or commenting. If this story isn't for you, that doesn't mean it deserves 1 star. You wouldn't go around and bad review homosexual stories just because you are straight. Before you read this, you should make sure you've read Black Cock Era 00, the prologue that sets up the exposition of the universe in which this story takes place, and Black Cock Era 01, which introduces the characters. This particular installment is the second chapter, where Hannah learns more about her life as a slave and her fellow slave Donald. Some of this story is expositional, but there are moments of description for the routine sex the Master submits Hannah to, some scenes of playful humiliation between Hannah and Donald, and a final gangbang of black officers and the white slaves. These are the two cautionary elements of the story: like the prologue, this story has much exposition in it, as Donald explains life as a slave to Hannah and where she will be expected to live. The second is that there is a small element of forced-bi in the final scene, which some readers dislike. This is your warning. The function of this story was to introduce Donald and to have Hannah learn about the world she will inhabit; this will allow the scenes in Cannabust to move more quickly, and allow for the introduction of Donald's mom, the head white sex slave on the Plantation. -PMD -- The tied-up Hannah stayed quiet and content. Her eyes were lazily glazed over, her mouth was slightly ajar, and her little pink tongue was sticking out just the slightest. She had been fucked good for the first time, and she was still letting the waves of pleasure pulse through her still body. Outside, laying besides the slave Donald, the air was warm. The Master was in his private tent, asleep. Hannah was on her back, all limbs up in the air, but she couldn't even notice. She was just staring at the ocean and smiling. Donald was also having trouble sleeping. He had been around his Master's fuck-slaves before, but Hannah was different. She wasn't like the other beautiful white skinned women: experienced, sly, and sensual. Hannah had a wildness in her sincere naivete, and it made her sexy toned body even hotter to the slave boy. Touching the white women was an executable offense for a white slave male. Donald had seen fuck toys eagerly confess to their Masters that someone had slipped a finger between their legs, or groped her behind when she was napping. All those men had been swiftly and brutally taken care of, the whole gaggles of slave girls smiling and laughing at his fate. But the wild girl was new, she didn't know any of this, and she couldn't even speak. What was there for her to tell the Master? And those beautiful brown boobies were just heaving more and more with every breath... Donald took the risk: he reached over an arm slowly and placed his palm smack in the middle of Hannah's right tit. It was the first breast he had ever touched and he was surprised at how solid and firm the beautiful shaped mass of flesh was. He kept his hand there for three seconds, beginning to dig his grimy fingers into the flesh when he was interrupted. "Get your hand off my tit," Hannah said. Donald jerked back his arm. "You can talk?!" Hannah turned her head towards him, smiling with her big full lips. "I can." She stayed there naked on her back, staring at Donald with her big sexy eyes, before she swayed and sat herself up on the sand. "Do you think you can untie me? I'll let you touch my tits some more if you do." Donald stared at her, unnerved, and shook his head vigorously. "Of course I can't, the Master would slit my throat and feed my blood to the horse if I ever did that." "And that's not worth getting to play with these beautiful breasts?" she asked coyly. From her stance, she could still managed to squeeze her elbows together and press her breasts into an impressive cleavage. She looked spectacular. "Uhh, well, I, uhhh---no, it's not." Hannah frowned seductively. "Then what can you do for me? I really wouldn't have a problem with you playing with my tits, I would just need something in return." "I can get you food, or water," Donald eagerly offered. Hannah said she was starving; that would be a fair deal. While he was fixing through the bags to get her something, Hannah had a realization. "Can you do one more thing too?" She instructed him on where Mauricio was tied up, she told him to take a bit of hair from Marsie's brush and bring it to him. If he untied Maurcio and left the mare's hair, he would be smart enough to keep his distance but follow their scent wherever they went. "That doesn't sound like a normal horse," remarked Donald, but he obeyed. He trotted off to where Hannah had pointed while she stuck her face directly in the plate of food, making a mess on her face and naked body as she viciously chowed down. When he came back, he was panting and out of breath. Hannah looked up from her food to see Mauricio off in the distance, standing still on the beach. She could tell he understood, and she smiled. Donald gleefully undid his pants and let them fall to his ankles. His gut was sizable, and it reached over his waist towards his dick. He had a lot of unruly pubic hair, poking out of which was a small stubby white erection, with a chestnut sized sac of balls right beneath. Hannah's chin and neck were glazed with the mess of food, but that didn't stop Donald. He walked right up and stuck his gut inches from her face. The slave girl looked up at his white body. She thought it he looked kind of funny, like the fat little grub worms her horse liked to eat. Donald kneeled down before her, and squatted in the sand. With her hands tied to her ankles, the only position Hannah could comfortably sustain sitting up in was one with her knees pressed up to her chest and her back arched forwards. This left her big brown titties hidden behind her legs, which Donald was struggling with. He inched his little fingers through her knees and around her side, groping at the mounds of flesh pressed out by the force of her knees. Hannah's tits were large and unwieldy: even here, there was plenty for him touch. "Get down on your back," he commanded, and Hannah shrugged before obeying. She didn't want to renege on her promise, though she did not feel too obligated to please this man. She knew enough about knots to know she could escape at any time. But it made more sense for her interest in the Master if she stayed entwined like this. Plus, if she wanted, she could always rat out Donald when the Master woke up, and he would be killed and silenced. If she wanted. On her back, Hannah's tits were much freer, and Donald took advantage of this by really digging his fingers into them. He pressed the tits together, he jiggled them, he rubbed them up and down. Hannah just lay there, complict and half smiling, all four limbs flailed up in the air. The only time Donald took a hand off her busty frame was to give his little cock a quick wank, but the hand would come back quickly enough. After twenty minutes, Donald was still not finished. He was pressing the sides of her big fleshy tits, enjoying the soft paler seam where her breasts connected to her body. Finally, sick and bored of him, Hannah cried out softly: "Just slide your little dick in me already so you can finish and we can be done!" Wasting no time at all, Donald raced around her body to her bottom, where her pussy was already spread open by the tied up nature of her bundled legs. All Donald had to do was grab the inside of her knees for stability and slide his little member into the wild girl's warm sweet opening. Hannah felt a slight sensation when Donald entered her, but it wasn't much. After the vicious fucking the Master gave her hours before, his little white cock was not much to offer her. Donald seemed not to mind the residue of juices that was still fresh on her inner thighs from the Master, pumping his body into Hannah with a childish grin. "If you're going to finish," Hannah whispered to him, "Pull your little thing out and make a mess over there." She pointed a few meters away at a depression in the sand. With each little thrust, Donald let out of small grunt and Hannah's sizable tits bounced back and then forwards and then steadied. It was his first time with a cock this close to a woman, and it was only Hannah's second cock ever, but it took no time for her fertile attractive body to set him off. With a flash, he retreated from her and dashed to the place she had directed him. His cock dribbled out small clumps of jellied cum into the sand, where he buried it. He came back over. "You won;t tell the master any of this, of course?" "I don't think so," answered Hannah deviously, "You took a real risk in this, didn't you? What if I wasn't loyal?" "Please, please don't tell him," Donald pleaded with her, "I spend all my days with the Master's beautiful white fuck toys, and it's taken every ounce of me not to stray and touch them. I wank myself silly to sleep every night. But with you, I just saw those big wild breasts, bigger than any white fuck toy I've ever seen, and I lost control. Your body is like that of an angel, some kind of goddess. You can't betray me, please." Hannah chuckled to herself. She was used to being a wild free girl, she didn't quite get the sense of gravity with which Donald was talking. "Of course I won't rat you out, I'm just kidding around." He laughed faintly, not sure what else to do. "Lighten up." "My name is Hannah, by the way." As the night went on, the Master slept, but the two slaves spent the evening talking. Hannah told Donald all about her life: her mother, her escape, the white colonies, the years of freedom, and the yearning for a big black cock to set her life right. He listened patiently, nodding, and occasionally glancing down at her breasts which were shining in the moonlight. A few hours before sunrise, Hannah was just finishing up her tale. Donald looked happy, but concerned about the few hours of sleep left. "We must get rest before we head back to the Plantation tomorrow," he said uneasily, "But let me please just say that it's been a pleasure listening to you this evening." "Me too," answered the buxom with slave girl, "I'm glad to have my first friend in you." "Thank you. Let me just give you one piece of advice: keep up the mute routine around the Master. Don't let him know you can speak. It's better for white fuck toys to be as brainless as possible, white slave boys too, now that I think about it." "Got it," answered Hannah. And Donald turned to go to sleep. As she was drifting off, Hannah imagined betraying her friend. She considered waking up tomorrow and speaking loudly and clearly everything Donald had done, watching her Master string his body up and left for the dogs, then embarking alone with her beautiful brute Master back to his Plantation. There would be no Donald to relay her tale; just her and that big beautiful black cock. Before drifting off, Hannah decided she would stay quiet. She could always speak up later. The next week was devoted to travel. They would rise early in the morning, with the Master slapping Donald awake, and poking his big thick cock in Hannah's face. She would eagerly open her mouth to let it in, and fellate him right then, first thing in the morning, even before she fully regained her senses. In this way, she would be the first one fed breakfast: a big creamy load of spunk directly from the big hot balls of the Master. Then the Master would eat the meal Donald prepared, while the slave boy went hungry until dinner. They would spend the morning in transit, the slaves walking tied up besides the horse. The Master on his horse was the Master at his most powerful: he was so tall above his two underlings. Hannah was still completely nude for the trip, and so this resulted in frequent stops along the way where the Master would bend her bound body over and slam his cock in between her hips. The big squishy loads of cum he left in her pussy were refreshing and comfortable as she trekked the rest of the day. When dinner came, Donald prepared, and then Hannah would feed it to the Master with one hand with the other wrapped around his hard black cock. Stroking and feeding him simultaneously, she would get an appetizer of potent black ball cream before she licked clean whatever plates and bowls the Master left over. Whatever was leftover from both the Master and Hannah, Donald got. Once the Master went to sleep, Hannah would peer off into the distance and spot her faithful horse trailing carefully behind. He was clever, and knew to keep far away from them. The night after Donald first fucked Hannah, he asked if he could do it again, but she admitted that her pussy was just too sore from all the big black cock she had been taking in all day. She did, however, let him jerk off while looking at her tits, as long as he ejaculated far away from wherever she was. Every night, after he had pleasured himself to Hannah's body, Donald would sit besides her and tell her about the Plantation. The first part of the Plantation, Donald explained, is the House. That's where the Master lives, with his family. The Master has a wife, the Madam, a young brilliant black woman from Louisiana. The Madam does research in the laboratory section of the House, working with pharmaceuticals for curing ailments and diseases. She's famous for her strictness with the slaves, both male and female, and for her extraordinary beautiful big black bubble butt. The Master also has an eighteen year old son, an Athlete, who is heading to Harvard in a few months to play sports and study Chemistry. The three of them live in the House with the House slaves, a collection of white women who cook and clean and run the home. The second is the Fields. This is where the crops are grown from which the Master makes his profits. The Fields are worked by swarms of white male slaves, who are cheaper than using machines to harvest the crops. The biggest rule of the Plantation is that no white male slaves are allowed in any of the buildings. They are resigned to the Fields alone, unless they work in the Recreation. "That's where I am," Donald told her, "I run the swimming pool, making sure it is clean and the right temperature. The Master and his son the Athlete like to use the pool, but also our basketball courts, our library, our bowling alley, and arcade." "Interesting," answered Hannah, watching Donald stroke his cock slowly while gazed at her breasts, taking a break from talking. "The final area," he continued, "Is the area where you will go." The white slave girls are all kept in a specific compound, gated off from the rest of the Plantation. It's a beautiful area, full of soft grass and fountains and pretty buildings. Every slave girl has a bedroom with a big kind bed for when the Master comes to visit, plus a wardrobe of lots of sexy outfits. This area is named for the two key features of the Plantation. The first is that when the Master wants to dig his cock into a big juicy behind, he has the legendary derriere of the Madam for that. What he comes to the white slave girls for, first and foremost, is big sexy breasts. The second is the principal crop of the Plantation. What the Master grows most of all is a special rare and potent strain of marijuana, a strain altered by the genius of the Madam to bring your mood down to a cool mellow but your libido up to a ravenous high. Everyone smokes weed on the plantation, from the Master and his family, to the House slaves, to the slaves in the Fields, to the gorgeous sex creatures in their compound. "The compound," continued Donald, "Is called Cannabust. A land of cannabis and busty white women." "Cannabust?" asked Hannah smiling, getting the pun. "It's the primary place where the Master and his son go to smoke weed and get laid. And it's where you'll be living." "How many other girls are there in Cannabust? "There are about a hundred girls, plus the head slave girl." "Head slave girl? Who is that?" "Well," answered Donald, "She's the one in charge of arranging Cannabust and keeping it perfect for the Master and the Athlete. And actually, she's my mom." "Your mom is one of the busty white women in the Master's harem?!" asked Hannah increduously. "Of course," Donald responded uneasily, "What else did you think?" "Does that mean the Master is your father?" "Not exactly," he said, "When I was in utero, they had all his genes removed from me. So he's less my father and more the guy who fucked my mom until she got pregnant. Still fucks her." "And doesn't that make you uncomfortable?" she asked deviously. Hannah had learned to enjoy teasing Donald, and the fact that his mom was the head sex slave of the hung Master was a golden nugget of information. "It's life." When they reached the border from California to Nevada, where the Plantation was, they had to stop through the border customs. In between states, it took a few hours for the government to check all baggage before letting someone from the wild, disease-ridden forests of California to the traditional civilization of Nevada. The Master booked a hotel room, but left all his baggage and objects with the customs. This included his two most valuable pieces of property: his slaves. Hannah and Donald spent the night in a cold storage room, the only two slaves there. In the middle of the night, Hannah awoke to a flood of light. Two big hulking black customs officers were shining a bright white torch in her eyes. "This one's a beauty," one voice said to the other, and Hannah could hear him unzip his pants. "Holy shit, you're right," the other said, unzipping his own pants. Hannah could hardly see anything with the bright light in her face, and she was still disoriented from sleep, but when she swiftly felt the warm slap of a hard black cock on her face, she realized what was going on. She opened her mouth to let the black cock into her, but she was quickly grabbed on the back of her head by the man and shoved painfully down all the way to the base of his lock thick member. She could feel the whole length of it wiping against her esophagus. "Her throat is so tight," he yelled to his friend, who was stroking his own big black cock besides Hannah, "It's like she hasn't been throat raped very often." "Shit, but with tits like that, I'm sure she gets used constantly." The man let Hannah's head recede off of his cock, but then slammed her back to the base again. Black Cock Era 02 Shoving her body to the floor, the man dangled his big heavy balls right above her neck, and slammed his cock downwards into her mouth, deep into the recesses of her throat. Meanwhile, Donald was lazily stirring across the room just in time to see the other man spread Hannah's legs wide open and enter her creaming wet pussy. If Hannah was unprepared for the viciousness of the throat fucking, she was equally surprised by the girth of the cock ramming into her cervix. Even though her loins were sticky and flowing, her pussy could still barely compensate and fit in every round inch of this man's thick black cock. That didn't stop him from shoving his cock into her as forcefully as possible, sending waves of dual pleasure and pain through Hannah's brown body. If she didn't have a black cock lodged down her throat, she would have moaned loudly enough to wake up the entire world. From his position on the floor, Donald sat up and watched the two men violate Hannah. He admitted that even though they were being so rough with his friend, his cock was harder than it may have ever been. Just then, a third figure appeared in the doorframe of the room, another burly black customs officer. "Am I late?" he asked, approaching his two friends who were pounding away into Hannah's orifices. "Yeah, way too late," grunted the man with his cock in Hannah's mouth, "We're using her. Go use that one over there." He pointed at Donald. The black man spread his lips in a big grin as he lumbered over to Donald. Grabbing the white slave by his shirt, he threw him across the room forcefully towards where Hannah was half-moaning in her orgasmic stupor. Positioning him on the floor besides her body, He was able to undo his pants and release his thick lock member out of his pants inches from where Hannah lay. The big black man waved his soft cock in a circle, slapping Donald's face with it and then stroking it until it's hard. "Stroke me," he ordered to Donald, who was accustomed to his life as a slave enough that he quickly wrapped both hands around the growing cock and jerked. The third man directed Donald's strokes towards Hannah's tits; it was clear that when Donald's handjob was finished, he wanted it to erupt onto the beauty's big brown boobies. The man in Hannah's mouth was deeply pulverizing her throat when his balls convulsed and he emptied their sticky white contents sloppily down Hannah's slippery oral cavity. The man in her pussy was finished around the same time, and his jism overflowed out of her pussy and dripped down her thighs into a big puddle of cum on the floor. With the two men using Hannah finished, the third man grabbed her off the ground and had her hands join Donald's on his cock. His thick black penis was too big even for all four hands working on, but the wild girl and the bitch boy's strokes finally got him to release his torrent of spunk in vicious waves all the way down Hannah's chin and chest, and coating much of Donald's hair. The two slaves were pointed at a grimy shower where they could wash up before being retrieved tomorrow by their Master, and the three laughing satisfied black men left the two slimy white slaves exhausted and sticky on the floor of the storage room. "Oh my god," cried the exasperated Hannah as they left, "That was amazing! That was unlike anything that's ever happened to me." "Just wait," Donald said, wiping cum off his head, "Wait until we get to the Plantation tomorrow." Black Cock Era 03 Black Cock Era is a tongue-in-cheek interracial epic story about a potential but unlikely future in which white women are enslaved by the superior black males. The story is far fetched, but it's a fictional fantasy, and it's meant to be a grounds to explore a fun and silly situation, not to predict how real people would behave or how you the reader would behave in the same situation. Many white wimpy stories get comments about how the commenter would never allow such abuse. I'm here to say, at the start, calm down. This is a playful story that is not supposed to be taken too seriously. Many of my readers, like me myself, find these kinds of scenarios fun and sexually exciting. If you're the type of man who has no interest in sub situations or cuckolding ones, this story is not for you. But, if you find racial tension to be sexy and like to fantasize about black domination, here is a story for you. If you are the intended audience for this (ie you enjoy stories about men dominating other men by taking their women, and you feel comfortable exploring that urge in a realm of racial tension and absurd unrealistic historical situations), I'd love to hear some comments, suggestions, or ideas for other stories. If you are not the kind of reader above, please refrain from voting or commenting. If this story isn't for you, that doesn't mean it deserves 1 star. You wouldn't go around and bad review homosexual stories just because you are straight. Before you read this, you should make sure you've read Black Cock Era 00, the prologue that sets up the exposition of the universe in which this story takes place, and the other two chapters of Black Cock Era (01 and 02), that will explain the story and terminology. In this third chapter, we get a vision of life for a sex slave on the Plantation, as the Athlete finishes a workout with a steamy session with the busty white Lilith. The two copulate passionately, and the slave skips off happy to have been of service. Hannah and Lilith meet on their way to the sex compound, Cannabust, and get seriously high before they briefly encounter the head sex slave, Thea, the gorgeous big-titted leader of the girls, mother to the cowardly Donald. Hannah does a face plant into Thea's bust, too stoned to resist. When she wakes up hours later, mind in a daze, with the naked Lilith curled up to her own naked body, the two share a womanly experience. There is very little humiliation in this story, but the black cock worship of Lilith's actions and Hannah's thoughts permeate the two main events of this story: sex between Lilith and the athlete, and Hannah and Lilith. The purpose of this story was to situate Hannah at the compound, hint at the beautiful sexy Thea, and show the potential for sexiness that resides in the countless slaves habitating this drug filled paradise. -PMD -- From center court, the Athlete dribbled the ball, running towards the hoop at the other side, leaping right into the air, and slamming the basketball hard through the net for a perfect slam dunk. "Hooray!" cheered the four naked slave girls on the sidelines, each with her own set of giant white boobies. The Athlete let the ball bounce away as he walked in the empty giant gymnasium towards where his slave girls were cheering. "You were so amazing!" cooed one, while the others nodded in agreement. His toned black body was dripping wet with sweat, from his shirtless hard abs to his long green gym shorts. "Towels," ordered the Athlete, and the four girls immediately ran up to him, pressing soft fluffy towels all over him, soaking up the sweat. They rubbed every inch of his body, with four sets of perky tits brushing up against him as he cooled off from his workout. "You were really spectacular today," whispered Lilith into his ears, the heat of her breath hot on his neck and the weight of her mega-tits heavy on his back. "Definitely!" smiled Sandy, who was on her knees in front of him, her red hair in pigtails and her arms diligently wiping down his shins and calves. The Athlete felt a hot moist press as the kinky blonde Christie licked the sweat from his dark skinned back. "Don't get ahead of yourself, Christie," reprimanded the Athlete, Christie quickly stopping and looking up at him with big apologetic eyes. "Would you like me to remove your pants?" asked Melissa, whose big black eyes were at level with the Athlete's, but he was looking down at her big spherical breasts instead. "Nah," answered the Athlete, reaching up to pull at Melissa's nipple, "Give me a moment. Back away." The girls all rose and stepped back a few feet, standing up straight in line with their chests strutted out. "Which one of you do I want to have today?" asked the Athlete, cupping on hand around Sandy's left breast and walking across the line of tits until he'd groped them all. "Christie," said the Athlete, and the perky blonde grinned and did a little jump, breasts bouncing against gravity. "You can go back." The sad blonde sulked and made her way out of the gymnasium. "You too Sandy." Melissa and Lilith stood shoulder to shoulder, and the Athlete circled the two black haired girls, examining their tan skin and tight stomachs. "Whose tits are bigger?" he asked, and Melissa immediately frowned while Lilith grinned with joy. "Get out of here, Melissa," he said. Lilith was still grinning as she got down on her knees, wrapping her spry white fingers around the elastic of his shorts and pulling them down her descent. The base of his soft black cock appeared, the rest slowly emerging as she took off her sweaty pants. Even soft, the Athlete had a magnificent penis, the length of Lilith's pale white forearm. Smiling, the girl cupped his wet pungent balls in her hand. A rush of pleasure spread up the Athlete's groin and waist, and he felt the blood rush into his cock before this grinning gorgeous white girl. Lilith felt her white palms become wet and sticky with her young master's black sporty sweat. "Grab it," he ordered, feeling the warm five fingers wrap around his building erection. Lilith jerked her wrist back and forth, stroking the hardening cock in her hand until it stood at its powerful full length. After a workout, the Athlete always felt his horniest. It was why he brought at least three or four slaves with him to watch; not only did they cheer him on, he would have a girl to fuck on hand when he was finished. Looking down at Lilith with her tiny white hand stroking him, he knew he made the right choice. Of all the girls, Lilith had the biggest and perkiest tits available, big and white and hanging from her chest like two white round trophies on display. He licked his lips looking at the perky white beauties. "Give it a little kiss," he commanded, smirking, and the sexy white slave locked eyes with him as she opened her lips to suck in his big purple cock head. She suctioned her mouth right around his head like she was dying of thirst, the pressure of her fat fluffy lips right up against the ring of sensation on his cock. When you're a sex slave on the Plantation and your only hobbies are smoking weed and sucking cock, you get pretty good at it. Lilith flicked her tongue at his bulging cock head, slobbering as she took in more and more of his long shaft. The Athlete grinned with his hands on her bare shoulders; nothing made him more more like a man than a hard workout and a big titted bitch on his rod. His fingers digging into her shoulders with pleasure, Lilith made it all the way down his entire cock without breaking eye contact or making a sound. The Athlete grinned as he felt the warmth of Lilith's esophagus pulse around his hard penis, and her moist flat tongue caress his shaft. He pulled her black hair backwards and she slid off of his cock, inches of wet dripping black shaft appearing before the big head exited with a *pop*. A string of saliva dangling from his shaft to her lips dipped and splattered onto her big white titties. "Stand up," he told her, and she lifted herself off her knees with a sensual grace. With spit dripping off of his cock and off her chin, the Athlete circled her body, admiring her curvy white figure, tight muscular legs, and flat bare stomach. Plus, her giant off the charts rack. Approaching her from behind, he planted a big black hand around her shoulder and underneath her breast. Holding one in each hand, he felt the breath leave her lungs as he juggled them, the soft white flesh spilling out of his giant hands. He sunk his teeth into the back of her warm white neck, feeling the shiver run down her back and quivering legs. "Fuck me, master," she whispered in her hot breath, her tits heaving in his hands with her deep swaying torso. He yanked her down by her nipples, her body falling forwards and her behind sticking up in the air, ready. He grabbed his slippery black cock with one hand, her hips in the other, and pressed his rod against the dripping opening of Lilith's eager white pussy. He immediately slammed her ass down onto the base of his cock, and Lilith's echoing moans reverberated in the giant empty gymnasium. He was holding her up with his hands sinking into her soft tit flesh and yanking her nipples to thrust her back onto his cock, the combination of which made her moan and cum like a geyser. At one corner of the room, the three rejected white slaves hid behind a bleacher and poked their heads out to watch. They gazed with an intense longing and jealousy, at one time angry that it wasn't their thighs that the Athlete was slamming his cock between as well as ecstatic at the vision of his beautiful muscled frame dripping with sweat around his rock hard black erection. Melissa looked down ashamed at her own rack, which was, while still round perky and white, not nearly as beautiful as Lilith's gorgeous pair slamming around with the Athlete's thrusts. Christie's jaw dropped as she stared into Lilith's face, the lucky slave's eyes rolling back into her head orgasmically as she came buckets onto the Athlete's rigorous cock. Sandy was the only one of the girls with her fist stuck up her petite and soaked vagina, mimicking the ecstasy on Lilith's face with her own rolled back eyes and drool. For all the gaggles of oversexed white slave girls, masturbation was a way of life, while a visit from one of the hung black masters was a rare and cherished gift. Lilith's well-fucked knees were buckling as her body crumbled under the weight of the pleasure soaking through her body. The Athlete's own mind was locked in the tight warmth of her expert pussy and the slapping sounds of his heavy black balls against her stomach. "I got a sticky load coming," mumbled the Athlete, and Lilith fell exhausted off of his cock and immediately sprung up on her knees and took his rock hard penis into her two white hands. She eagerly stuck out her tongue and opened her throat, sliding her tightly gripped fingers around his cock in every direction. The Athlete stared down at this obedient white mistress with her gently swaying breasts and began to start his orgasm. Aware of his ensuing cum, Lilith jerked the cock faster, and the first violent shots of cum were big enough to splatter off her chin onto her tongue and all over her dangling perfect breasts. Lilith slurped down as much as she could, but the cum continued spewing from his cock landing everywhere from her forehead, her hair, her cheeks, her lips, her neck, her shoulders, and all of it sliding down and pooling messily into her deep fleshy cleavage. Lilith didn't stop when his cock began to dribble out smaller drops of jism; she wrapped her fat lips around his cock and drank down as much as she could from his convulsing black penis. The Athlete, feeling her hot lips on his trembling cock and seeing her beautiful cum covered tits, had a second wave of energy and spewed jets and jets of more hot white spunk down her throat. Lilith stayed there sucking down his cum until she was sure that every bit of it was either splashing around in her full white stomach or crusting over on the flesh of her perky white breasts. The Athlete fell back satisfied onto the seats of the bleacher, his balls entirely free of cum and his cock wet and glossy from Lilith's diligent job cleaning it. "Will there be anything else?" asked Lilith standing before him. He surveyed her well-fucked body for a minute, noticing her wet thighs stained with her own shiny juices, and her torso which was completely creamed over with his lumpy, pungent, and semi-transparent glaze. Every inch of her perfect round titties were dripping with clumps of his potent seed. "Dismissed," he said to the slave girl, and she passed the corner of the bleachers where her jealous friends watched as she skipped gleefully out the door. It was a quick walk from the Recreation back to Cannabust, especially if you took the shortcut through the Fields. Lilith skipped her way barefoot through the grass, watching the dirty white laborers pick marijuana in long rows. The white men looked up from work and stared at the cum-covered angel prancing through the fields; the bounce and sway of her perfect breasts, hips, and ass would give them enough for many lonely nights of jacking off. They were on their break, smoking some of the potent grass they had been picking all day. "Hey crop men," called Lilith, "I'll blow you a kiss if you roll me a joint!" The men scrambled to roll a bit fat joint for her out of the freshly picked crop before them. They handed it to her and lit it with a match. "Thanks," she offered, taking out her sticky hand and blowing a kiss to the workers. They watched her cum stained glistening chest heave in as she puffed on her joint. Smoking away, she left the workers stunned. As she came closer to the gates of Cannabust, she noticed the familiar image of her Master riding his horse, two figures following behind him. "You there," yelled the Master to Lilith, and she appropriately ran her fastest to the horse and got down on one knee before him. "You may stand," he told her, and Lilith rose to her full height, displaying her cum-stained face, tits, and belly. "You have been with my son?" he asked. "Yes, Master." Lilith surveyed the Master's companions; the white boy she recognized briefly, but the other girl she didn't know. Licking her lips and staring with her stoned, red eyes, Lilith wondered, "who is this voluptuous, muscular, tan goddess?" "Girl!" Master yelled, and Lilith snapped out of it, curtseying apologetically quickly. "I need you to take these two to Cannbust," he continued, "Have the boy wait outside, and tell Thea to accompany him back to my chambers." "Yes, Master. And what about her?" The master looked at the brown curvy woman trailing behind his horse. "Oh, yes," he said, remembering, "Take her into your quarters for now, and wait for Thea to sort her out tomorrow." "Yes Master." The Master unhitched the two slaves from his horse and motioned them to go with Lilith. The three slaves watched as the horse and Master continued down the trail into the distance. "Do you want some weed?" Lilith offered, handing the still burning joint to Hannah. The wild girl had never smoked before. "What is that?" she asked, and the stoned Lilith burst into laughter. "You've never had a joint before?" "No." Lilith raised the blunt to her lips and inhaled deeply, holding it in her lungs before blowing out smoke in the air. "Try it." Walking back to Cannabust, Hannah and Lilith smoked the rest of the blunt, Donald trailing silently behind. "You have, like, *really* nice tits," Lilith said to Hannah, half giggling. Hannah gave her a glazed over expression. "What?" "Your tits, are like, nice." Hannah looked down at her brown chest, grabbing her bare boobs and shaking them. "Yeah they're pretty great." "I'm Lilith, by the way." "Lilith." She stared at Hannah for a moment. "Well?" "What?" "What's your name?" "Oh." Hannah said, laughing. She never gave a response. When they got to Cannabust, Hannah paused in front of the big gates. "I'll be back, I'm just going to get Thea," Lilith said, "You can come if you want." "I'll wait here with Donald," Hannah responded, motioning to the white boy next to her. Lilith hadn't noticed him at all. "Suit yourself." Lilith walked inside. "That girl is cool," Hannah said smiling at Donald. "You're pretty stoned, aren't you?" Donald asked. "What?" "That's what I thought." Hannah sat her ass down on the crowd, spreading her legs lazily and smiling. "Who is Thea, anyway?" "That's the head slave girl, my mom." "Oh shit, that's your mom?" "Yes, I told you about this already." "I guess I forgot." Hannah paused. "Wait, I thought that girl was Lilith, but she's Thea, your mom?" "No, god," Donald said, frustrated, "Thea is coming with Lilith in a second." "What?" "Nevermind." Hannah and Donald waited quietly. "What are you going to do after this?" Hannah asked. "I'll be in my job at the pool." "Shit, will I get to see you again?" "Maybe. You'll spend most of your time in Cannabust, where I'm not allowed." "Shit, you can't come into Cannabust with me?" "No, I can't. There's only one white boy allowed in Cannabust, and that's the janitor Tony. But he's got a coveted position and it's not like he's going anyway. Plus, why would I ever get what his position?" "What?" "Nevermind." Hannah heard some of this and put it in her mind for later. She puffed more and more on the joint until her vision was starting to fade. The next thing Hannah remembered was some big white titties in her face. Hannah was pressing her face into the white smushy bosom, feeling the warm sides of the curvy feminine body with her hands. She sunk her nose and eyes into the breasts with every muscle in her body. Lilith was grabbing at her, pulling her away, and Hannah looked up to see the smiling gentle face of the woman, her bare body tan and oiled like a rich flaky pie. Lilith was yelling, asking Hannah why she was grabbing at Thea's body, but Thea was just smiling like a perfect brown-haired miracle. She was puffing away on a fat potent joint, and Hannah was intoxicated with the way she exhaled the thick smoke from her perfect lips. While Lilith apologized to the unfazed Thea, the stumbling Hannah grabbed her friend Donald and whispered closely into his ear. "Your mom is fucking HOT." She burst into a self-amused laughter, and the tan skinned beauty Thea sauntered away with her son, moving towards the Master's compound as she was ordered. Hannah woke up when it was dark out. She was in a bed in a small one-room hut with a desk, a mirror, and a closet full of small clothes. The room was dark and hot, and curled up next to her on the bed was the still sleeping Lilith. "Go back to sleep," whispered the naked slave girl to Hannah, her breasts pressing into Hannah's side. Lilith wrapped her arm around Hannah's shoulders, petting her gently and inviting her to curl up against her own naked body. Hannah liked the feel of Lilith's soft sleeping skin pressing onto her own. She dragged a hand down Lilith's body, resting her fingers in the crook at the base of the girl's curvy back. Yawning, Hannah looked down at her own body. It was still heavy and tingling from the intense high she was coming down from. Her big brown breasts were pressing up against Lilith's pale body. Her knee was crooked into Lilith's soft warm groin. Hannah liked the look of her freshly shaved puss, and she squeezed her thighs together in a delicious sleepy stretch. Her knee brushed deeper down Lilith's curled up body, and Lilith responded. She cooed and squeezed Hannah's body more tightly, brushing her head up and laying her sleeping parted lips on Hannah's breast. Black Cock Era 03 She dug her knee harder into Lilith, and soon Lilith was rubbing herself up against Hannah, letting out sleepy moans from her drooling lips. Hannah enjoyed feeling Lilith's body heat as she squirmed deeper into her, and so she gyrated her knee faster to feel Lilith's eager response. Lilith slowly opened her eyes, staring up with pleasure at Hannah's amused face. She lifted her neck and brought her lips close to the heat of Hannah's mouth. "This feel so good," she whispered, planting her wet lips onto Hannah's and shoving her tongue into the wild girl's mouth. Hannah accepted the tongue fiercely, licking the writhing girl's mouth and drooling down her chin. Hannah had always enjoyed playing with her own breasts, and so she took the opportunity to grab the dangling white pair of tits in front of her. Lilith's heavy pale breasts were hot from being pressed to Hannah's body, and she kneaded them closely in her fingers, feeling the gravity pull on their weight. She grabbed the soft pink nipples strongly and tweaked them, feeling the immediate response in Lilith's gyrations as she pulled on the nipples. Lilith shoved her tongue deeper in Hannah's throat. The soft feel of Lilith's flesh was so enjoyable that Hannah pulled away in surprise when Lilith's fingers crawled down her thighs and stroked the slippery opening between her legs. Lilith pulled the girl back, inserting a finger into Hannah slowly before adding another and another and another. Hannah's pussy was gushing as Lilith penetrated it, and Lilith used this to slip further into her body. Hannah's knee was practically entering Lilith now, she was riding it so hard, and she applied to same weight and viciousness to Hannah's own wet cunt. As Hannah started to moan deeply, Lilith lifted her face up, leaving a trail of drool behind her, and rose her body upwards, shoving her big pillowy white tits into Hannah's face. In the last few days, Hannah had experienced the unique pleasures of hard black cock ramming down her eager esophagus, the warm splash of hot cum gushing inside her uterus, watching a white boy worship her as he stroked his tiny member between his legs, and blazing her tan hot body out of her mind with some of the most potent weed in the universe. But this moment, hot and sticky in the middle of the night with a pair of enormous white tits smothering her, was one of the best. Hannah was cumming all down Lilith's arm just as she was dripping everything down Hannah's already sticky thigh. The two women each spasmed like broken faucets, soaking the sheets with double loads of sticky wet pussy juice. Lilith collapsed, sliding down Hannah's slippery leg, resting her buoyant tits on Hannah's own. The two kissed tenderly for fifteen minutes. Outside the hut, the sex compound was empty. Hannah and Lilith emerged into the dark outdoors, but they could see the sun starting to peek up across the flat lands of the Plantation. There was no one around; every hut in sight had a sleeping sexy white slut inside. Lilith lit a fat joint, and the two puffed down a heavy high as they watched the sun rise over Hannah's new life.