Immortal Darkness
(Worshipping the Black Cocked Gods)
My name is Monroe. If you were to judge by looking at me, you might guess I was no more than a day or two past my eighteenth birthday, and in a sense you would be right. In truth I stopped keeping track of my age somewhere in the hundreds, but my body, and in some ways my mind are the same as they were the first time my Daddy took me. He's not my real father of course, but an immortal, and an absolute god of deep dark ebony flesh. He's not a vampire, or some mystical being. He's simply eternal, as though some force of nature beyond our understanding saw what a perfect specimen of power and virility that he was, and decided that age would have no hold on him. I'm young because he wills it so, and because I am one of his beloved white daughters; blessed with the pleasure of being allowed to drink from the fountain of youth contained in his enormous black cock. So long as I worship him, and nurse on occasion from the thick cum of his beautiful dick, I will never age.
I can still remember the first time my black God took me. As I said, I had just become a woman, and was living in my birth fathers home; a young lady in the Spanish court and my father a rich businessman who had holdings in several shipping companies throughout England and Spain. He was being approached by a king who sought to invest a sizable fortune in his company, and much to his shock and surprise, when the king arrived at our mansion, he was black.
My birth father had never been in the presence of a black man of power, and was unsure of how to act. He was beside himself, and the African God whom had come calling could sense immediately that he was unwelcomed in our home. As for myself, I hadn't been able to stop looking at him since he'd arrived. He was several inches taller than my father who stood at six foot. Our guest was broad of chest and back beyond description, and the tone of his voice was so deep and commanding that it shook me whenever he would speak. I was dressed in a very expensive dress and corset, and my creamy white breasts were heaving and moist with perspiration as he looked at me.
I sat quietly throughout dinner, being the sweet chaste young woman I had been raised to be, and though I couldn't keep my eyes from stealing glances at the black Adonis in our midst, I can't say I was following he and my fathers conversation. Talk of ships and investments never interested me. I did notice however when the discussion began to become more heated.
"I'm sorry fellow? What was that?" My father asked, shocked by some remark the living God among us had just said. "I don't know who you think you are, but I'll thank you to leave my home at once, and take your rancid stench with you!" He roared, standing from his seat and slapping his hand down on the table. The dark monster across from him was unshaken though, and merely smiled back at him in contempt.
"I was saying kind sir..." The dark man spoke with such a deep soulful tone that it shook me to my core. I have no regret or shame in saying so, but my young pussy was drenched with arousal, and as for the stench my father had spoken of, while the scent of our guest may have been offensive to him, the heavy male musk he had brought into our home was having a far different effect on me. As innocent and virginal as I was, I could feel what can only be described as a bestial lust growing inside of me. "As much as I would like to invest in your company, it will not be possible, as I have just today purchased all of your holdings and seized your assets for my own. I did not want you to have to learn of this from your bank. I thought it would come as less of a shock coming from me. I confess however, that when I heard you had a young daughter, I was curious to see her as well; to decide if I would fuck her."
"Get out of my home! NOW!" My father spat, roaring as though he was about to lose himself to rage. I'm certain he would have with any other man, but our guest was twice his size and the image of strength and power. He had brought along with him two huge black guards as well, who had stood silently in the corners of the room watching over his and my fathers conversation, and they too seemed unphased by my fathers outburst.
For my part in this, I too was shocked, and sat frozen in my seat as I stared across the table at this man who had so boldly come into our home and said such filthy things. It was the first time in my life I can ever remember feeling such insult and rage. I felt something else too. Despite myself, I felt excitement. God help me I wanted him to do exactly as he said. He'd said he had come to see me; to see if he wanted to fuck me. God in heaven all I wanted at that very moment was to know that I was pleasing to him, and that he would follow through with what I prayed he intended.
What happened next was a blur. My father; man of honor that he was, began to move for his sword, and for the first time the two guards that escorted our guest moved to stop him. They had no trouble in pinning his arms beside him and forcing him back into his seat. As they did that, our guest rose from his own chair and rounded the table. He was no longer concerned with my father, and as he set his eyes on me I felt as though I may melt under his gaze. All the while my father was screaming for me to run, and fighting against his captors. He was writhing against their strength and all but crying as they ignored his protests and their master came right up to me, towering over me with a wicked smile on his thick suckable lips.
"Your father may not have told you sweet one, but a great deal of his success has been made in the dealing of slaves in the west indies." The man spoke, reaching out and tenderly stroking his finger along my jaw, lifting my chin to look upon him as he stole my breath away with his gaze. "I have no doubt you weren't aware of this, and so when I decided to take all that which he holds dear from him, and I heard that he had a daughter of some beauty, I made arrangements to come here and see for myself. Had I known you were so lovely, I would have come to defile you much sooner."
I was a doe caught in the stare of a lion, and unable to move as he loomed over me. He was even closer now, and his scent was intoxicating. I could hear his every word and I listened intently, but I found myself unable to respond. I truly could not recall how to speak in his presence and as I felt his thumb brush across my lower lip and slip into my mouth. Without a second thought I closed my lips around it and began to nurse.