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
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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.
