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
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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.
