the-election-of-president-knightly
INTERRACIAL EROTIC STORIES

The Election Of President Knightly

The Election Of President Knightly

by sauerclout
18 min read
3.68 (18200 views)
adultfiction

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ A Foreword

**------------------------------------------------------------------------**

This is my first try at writing a story like this. I've dabbled in some private writings before but wanted to contribute to the BNWO kink community by writing my own piece. My work has some real world elements in it but exists in an entirely fictional fantasy universe that's near to our world. In this world there a few core aspects you'll discover as you read. Just remember, if you say to yourself "Oh that's not real" or "That would never happen" just know there's probably a "lore" reason behind it which may or may not unveil itself right away. I take no public political stance because at the end of the day this is smut.

There will be straight there will be gay!

I hope you enjoy and criticism is very welcome!

**--------------------------------------------------------------------------**

For a moment the world stands still...

It's election season, after four years of harsh right wing administration the heights of civil discord are higher than ever. The flames of the culture war have been fanned relentlessly slowly pushing people further and further towards the edge. Now it's time for the people to show out in force and vote for new leadership, a brighter future, led by Leanne Knightly. Unknown to the general public, she made sweeping headlines in proposing radical new changes to amend the constitution so that our democracy may never be threatened again. The Brining New Wealth Out Act was proposed prior to the election and placed on the ballot. Ms. Knightly promised everyone that the future was ours.

The Wilson family was one of many sat before the TV that night. Huddled around hoping that Leanne and the bill would win out against the hateful people voting to elect some new dictator. Three carrot topped heads poked out above the couch. In the middle Michael, Mike to most, was leaned back with a hand rubbing his chin. Flanked to his left and right were the loves of his life, his wife Alysha and his daughter Cassidy. While his wife watched with the same intensity as her husband, their daughter was passed out on her father, snoozing comfortably up against him. She had only recently turned 18, not in time to register to vote, especially since she didn't even have her license yet. But Mike was hopeful, optimistic that they'd carry through with enough points.

When the world regained it's time the news program announced the results... Lean and the BNWO Act had passed! Mike paused for a moment...

BNWO? Where had heard that before? Oh that's right, it had been on some websites he'd seen in the browser history after his wife or daughter had gotten off the computer. He stopped to feel pride in raising a studious civil conscious daughter and lucky to be married to one as well.

Just then the news anchor started the next piece, breaking down the BNWO Act's legislation in full for all viewers. It cut to a live feed of President Knightly addressing the nation with handy display room for graphics on the left.

"My fellow Americans... I am proud to great you as the first female president of the United States!"

*Break for applause*

📖 Related Interracial Erotic Stories Magazines

Explore premium magazines in this category

View All →

"But I am not just the first female president! I'm also the first black bred president of the United States!"

Wait what? Mike didn't understand what that meant, although the crowd seemed to as they again erupted into a thunderous applause. He would find out a moment later when she stepped out from behind the podium to see a large pregnant belly exposed underneath her suit jacket, which he just now realized barely covered her milk heavy breasts. He was also shocked to see not just a tattoo on her belly (what kind of President has a tattoo?! Let alone one of a spade, what was she a gambler?) but that she wore only a pair of immodest white panties underneath it. Mike was starting to think this was some kind of joke, he looked to his wife with confusion but she was engrossed in the TV, biting her upper lip. He looked back to the TV to see she was behind the stand again.

"I'd like to take this opportunity to waste no time in approving the BNWO Act and defining it's policies publicly on national television."

She picks up a couple papers. Mike couldn't believe those two papers would be enough to save America before she started on the first bullet.

"Section 1. Allows a budget to be set of no less than five hundred million dollars to be allocated as subsidies for black on white interracial pornography."

Mike's ears were ringing now, his face was red, this was a joke right? Somebody must have hacked the broadcasting network or.. or... or... His thoughts were broken by a motion to his left. His wife was now slowly but definitely rubbing the inside of her thighs. During the whole exchange of affairs he'd not noticed his daughter had woken up he looked back to see her being less... subtle. She had her hand firmly on her crotch over her skin tight jeans and was stroking. Her eyes, like his wife's, were fixed firmly on the TV he looked back and his jaw dropped. A large black man, at least two feet taller than President Knightly was thrusting roughly into her rear. As he pistoned away at her, her breasts shook straining an already too tight bra.

"Slow down, Elijah, I *gasp* haven't even," her words fail her as she utters a disgusting moan, "got to that part yet!" He eases up on his endless thrusts but doesn't stop. "Continuing... Section 2. Forbids all people of color from being persecuted for rape"

Mike was shocked. Appalled. How could this happen? But the real burning question on his mind was... why was he hard? Why was his three incher pushing up on his work pants? Why was there a small bead of moisture appearing where it's head would be? For a moment he shut down, hoping to god it was a dream...

The screen continued to rattle off new sections of the bill between the President's moans and grunts. At one point her lover had exchanged himself for another, Mike didn't know his name as the President didn't address him besides a proud, "Thank you sir" after he had finished... as a matter of fact, Mike didn't think she even knew his name as he then wandered off into the crowd below. The remaining sections were barely registered in his daze.

"Section 3. Provides free HRT and surgeries to all white males..."

"Section 4. Provides extra allowances for white couples raising natural born black babies"

"Section 5. Allows for unlimited abortion access for all white conceived children"

"Section 6. Requires all women of legal age to bare at least one black child a year"

"Section 7. Establishes the Black Breeding Corps (BBC) to offer homeless and refugee people of color a well paying job and housing"

🛍️ Featured Products

Premium apparel and accessories

Shop All →

"Section 8. All sexual education materials must align with BNWO ideology.."

"Section 9. The Black Public Television channel will be established to play 24/7 footage of interracial porn, breeding camp live feeds, helpful tips for getting black bred, and more..."

By the end of it, Mike was flaccid again, but still slowly leaking fluids. The moisture spot on his pants had grown twice fold and the two women sitting beside him were squirming with their hands tucked between their legs. It was at that moment he heard the door bell ring. Out of mindless habit he shuffled to his feet, ignoring the interracial orgy that had broken out at the press conference on TV and opened the front door, uncaring towards the spot on his pants. It wouldn't have mattered. As soon as the door was open three large black men pushed past inside. One of them held Mike to the wall, where he could see the other two turning towards the women... no the breeding sluts there on the couch.

One of them wasted no time in grabbing Cassidy by the throat and unsheathing his massive cock on her face. The size of it stretching from her forehead out past her chin. She struggled slightly, but it was obvious there was nothing that could be done and judging by her performance earlier... Mike wasn't even sure if she wanted to escape. As he pressed his cock against her lips, Mike turned his head, not wanting to see his sweet baby girl in that position despite being forced to hear the sloppy sounds of her choking on black dick. His wife was getting a similar treatment but from the front, he couldn't see as well from her position but he was sure he didn't see a struggle as the duet of gagging noises now filled the living room.

The one holding Mike down was barely paying attention to him. He leaned the front of his body and arm against him while he watched the white sluts getting what they deserve. Eventually something brushed up against his wet crotch. Slowly it pressed in against it, it felt as hard as a rock to him and he realized it was his attacker getting aroused at seeing his wife and daughter forced to suck cock. Eventually it started pressing against his own flaccid manhood, squishing it against his tight balls both of which were now resting on this man's outstretched cock. Broken, unable to do anything, he merely tried to wiggle into a better position. Bad idea. The lewdness of seeing his family being violated while a black cock pressed against his own slight flesh caused him to almost moan with them. But it also excited the snake which began to ooze and drip into the same wet spot he made before.

All of a sudden, as Mike felt like he was about to lose himself, the man pulled himself off Mike. "Looks like they're going to be a while, you can get me ready" and he grabbed him by the collar and dragged him towards the kitchen. A little shorter than the rest, he was clearly well built despite being the oldest and he manhandled Mike with ease. Once in the kitchen, the man introduced himself as Denzel, and laid his cock out before Mike. He was shocked... no awestruck. This must be some kind of record. A small part of him wanted to get the measuring tape out and find out. It was way bigger than either of the other cocks currently relieving themselves in his family's mouths.

"What the fuck are you staring at white boy?" He see's where Mike is looking, "Oh you think that's impressive? This is only a 10 incher! This ain't rare in my community" he smirked. "Be honored you get to be one of the first white people to worship it." He grabs Mike's hand and before he can protest, if he even could, Denzel spits in it and forces it down on his cock. At first he's basically using Mike's hand as a fleshlight, when Mike tries to pull his hand away or stop, Denzel tugs at his arm like you'd tug at a bad dog's leash. Eventually he released his hold on Mike and he continued to stroke the beast before him. Through the slippery spit, which he had to remoisten with his own saliva at one point, he could feel the rough texture of it. All the ridges, bumps, and veins in his hand. He felt all around it, rubbing his thumb on the thick head, working beneath the mushroom, all the way down the shaft to where it meets two heavy ebony balls. Mike felt the cock in his hand tense up, and he felt a twinge of pride realizing he was about to make this man, who out matched him in all other regards, spit his load in front of him. Then Denzel reached down and grabbed his hand, "No more, time to see your family."

Together they entered the living room, somehow the television had been switched to the Black Breeding Channel. He couldn't believe they'd even gotten it up that fast. On screen a petite blonde was having her pussy stretched out by a black cock. As it emptied it's contents into her cunt and dismounted Mike realized Denzel really wasn't lying about size. It must have been the same size as his, if not bigger. On the right his daughter was still sucking and stroking her lover, although with a notable increase in enthusiasm. On the left his wife had switched to being anally fucked by the man behind her. Mike had the perfect view of her face bent over the back of the couch, awash with a mixture of pain and pleasure. Seeing Denzel's hard cock and Mike's drenched pants she offered him a slight smile before her eyes closed and she shook in orgasm. The softer parts of her body wiggled slightly as they maintained speed. All of a sudden he heard from the right, "Fuck bitch, I'm gonna cum!". Mike, unrestrained this time, watched wholly as the man over her emptied his load down her throat before pulling out and spreading the last few drops on her face. Not to be outdone, and recovered from her orgasm, Alysha rammed her ass back harder against the rod jammed in her gut. "What do we say sweetie?" she shouted before succumbing to moans again. "Thank you daddy!" he heard his daughter utter, not to him the man who feeds her, but to the man who's meal was currently in her belly. That's not the only thing that would be in her belly soon.

Denzel huffed, "Finally" and started walking towards her, his pre-engorged rod standing straight ahead towards her... the cock Mike warmed up. He took a step before a new hand grabbed him, the man who had been violating his daughter moments before stood with his cock, flaccid yet still massive and dripping with his daughter's saliva, dangling between his legs. "You ain't tryna nothin, are ya bud?". Mike doesn't respond but stops struggling watching Denzel hoist his daughter in the air and throws her flat down. He grabs her legs apart, revealing a soaked slit. Her pussy bare to these men, puffy with the lips spreading inwards. Denzel's cock leveled with it. "Ready bitch?". Mike stared into his daughter's eyes as she said, "Yes sir".

In one motion, his cock spread apart her lips and burrowed deep inside her walls. She left out a soft grunt as a trickle of blood ran down her thigh. With all the wetness she'd accumulated being dominated before, his cock moved freely and easily though still being tight gripped by the virgin's vice-like cunt. Cassidy remembered when her mother had come to her a few weeks ago to have a talk with her about sex. It turns out she'd been right about everything. She felt completely full with the rod buried inside her, made her feel whole. Every time it left she felt longing and every time it re-entered her she flushed with pleasure. Suddenly she was reminded of her mom reminding her she wanted grandkids and thoughts flooded her head. Images of a black baby suckled at her tits, and all of a sudden thoughts of going to college and simply finding a boyfriend there fled her mind, she thought about maybe signing up for one of those new breeding camps.

While Denzel abused Cassidy's pussy, the other man was pushing Mike towards where his wife's wrong hole was being joyfully wrecked. "Hey honey..." his wife got out weakly. She must've been on her third orgasm by now. "I know this is a lot to take in, but trust me it's for the best." She then undid his pants which fell softly to the floor. Alysha worked his short stick into her hand and feeling a familiar touch it finally stiffened back to life. "See... you're enjoying this almost as much as we are." Mike stammered out some quick denials but a mere swipe of her thumb caused him to shutter and nearly blow right there. She continued to tease his leaky chub with single finger strokes. "I mean how could you be disappointed. The woman you love is happy, and after all you're about to become a granddad". That caused Mike to look back towards Cassidy, his daughter was orgasming on Denzel's cock and he realized he was close. Denzel let out some long grunts and buried his ten inch cock all the way inside his daughter's cunt, flooding her womb with black cum. The sight and swipes caused him to unload his cum as his wife pointed it down on the floor where it pooled. "That's where your cum goes now sweetie, be thankful you still get to release it." Shortly after her lover emptied the contents of his balls into her guts.

Then there was no one behind Mike and the man who had been there mounted up behind his wife, taking the other hole where presumably he would do that same as Denzel had done to his daughter. The man who had previously been mounted behind Alysha now shoved his meat down Cassidy's throat. With the girls reoccupied, Denzel waltzed back to Mike down on his knees by his puddle of spilled milk. Wordlessly, he dragged him back to the kitchen and Mike let him.

"Now here's how this is gonna work," he started, "We're gonna come by as much as we want, sometimes the same guys, sometimes more, sometimes less, it's your job to get or do whatever they need. If you don't we'll report you to the government. Now. The way I see it, I still get another go. I'll give you the choice, you clean my cock or I bury it back in your daughter."

Mike was conflicted, sure he couldn't undo what had been done to his daughter, but he could limit it surely. Or was it because deep down he wanted to know what it tasted like, a thick black piece of meat coated in his daughter's pussy juices. Regardless, he slipped under the table and swallowed his medicine. The size of it pushing into his throat made him gag, but he'd learned to suppress his gag reflex back in college to chug. The taste filled his mouth, the salty taste of black cum, his daughter's cum, and a fleshy rod. In and out it plowed into his throat. Until finally Denzel pulled it out like a sword from a stone, and positioned the tip at his mouth. Subconsciously he knew to take the gift and Denzel erupted into his mouth. Mike, crawled out from underneath the table and walked feebly back to the living room. It was now deserted. "Welp looks like the boys are finished, the girls probably went to bed, it's late after all. Isn't it a school night? We'll see you later." He hit the lights and slammed the door behind him.

Mike stood in the dark room. The couch illuminated by the glow of the interracial porn playing on TV. A young redhead girl was jumping up and down on a black cock and screaming for him to impregnate her. Mike slumped back down on the couch and spit Denzel's gift into his hand. Spreading it onto his tiny penis, he stroked and stroked until he spewed his seed on the floor again, before sleeping on the couch.

Enjoyed this story?

Rate it and discover more like it

You Might Also Like