– A Tale as Old as Time –

Darius phased back in to existence, still laying down as he had been previously, but once again, in another time and another place. He contentedly sighed, still riding the high from the dirty work he had done to the show Friends. He didn’t need an excuse to fuck white girls, but when those white girls happened to look like celebrities he also wanted fuck… it put a little more pep in his step. He dreamily looked around, trying to get a feel for his next mission. The bed was comfortable enough, but the frame was hideously ornate. The posts twisted like golden horns, or thorns, or some shit that looked ugly as hell to him. The floor was large brown tile, with more ornate markings, and large arched frames and alcoves lined the room. There were chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, and books laying on an ugly, but fancy bureau. It looked like something out of a fairy tale, a real pretentious one.

This was a guessing game he wasn’t gonna win, so he laid back, not bothering to worry about where he was. His dick was still hanging out the front of his pants, but he didn’t care anymore, it was part of his charm. The universe, or whoever, was basically throwing him white pussy every chance it got, and he couldn’t be happier with that. After a couple minutes, he could hear someone humming a song, getting closer and closer. A smile spread across his face, it was about to be show time. His future conquest came drifting in the door, eyes closed, humming and dancing to her own tune. She was wearing a large puffy yellow ball gown, and had her hair gracefully bobbed up behind her. Once Darius got a good look at her face, he felt his dick starting to harden almost instantly. She had matured in to quite the hot piece of ass before everyone’s eyes from sequel to sequel, but he couldn’t remember her character name. It was something like Hermanny, or Horminnie, but he didn’t care. He only knew her as Emma Watson. He also knew she was the kind of white girl he wondered was begging for a good black dicking. When she stopped spinning to the tune playing in her head, she started to open her soft brown eyes happily, perhaps having just come from someplace nice, or thinking fondly of someone. But it didn’t last, as she gasped, covering her mouth with a single backwards hand, the shock of seeing her second beast of the day in the form of an old janitor’s thick black penis.

“My heavens, what do you think you’re doing here!?” she exclaimed, trying to look away from cock, but stealing glances, her face turning a soft red.

“Waiting for you, baby girl.” he said, reaching down and slowly massaging his own cock for her to see.

“Sir, you’re exposed…” she said, a sexy British accent gracing her lips.

“Haha, yup. You like what you see?” he asked, supremely confident.

“I’ve never seen a man… as you are. Aside from my books. Forgive me for staring,” she said, embarrassed with herself.

“Stare all you like. Hell, come touch it.” he said, gesturing towards it was a sweeping gesture.

“I couldn’t possibly, it would be… improper.” she managed, manners holding back her hidden desire.

“Listen girl, what’s your name here?” he said, losing patience.

“I’m Belle, my lord.” she said, bowing her head slightly. She was unsure why he had said “here”, as if she had another name elsewhere.

Darius had quite enjoyed being called “my lord”, it set the tone that she was his servant or slave, and it gave him perverse pleasure. He stood up, boldly walking toward her. She raised both hands to her face in shock and fright at the behemoth swinging between his legs. He stopped a few steps from her, looking down at her at slender 5’4 frame, and said,

“Listen, insolent bitch, I AM a lord, a great conqueror. Now kneel before me.”

Belle had never felt compelled to bow for any man from her village, but she had never encountered a man like this before. Unlike the fair skinned men of her home, his commands deigned her to obey. He had a power over her, and she wanted to give in to it. Belle fell to one knee, lowering her head, her plush ballgown splayed around her.

“No, both knees, and keep your eyes on me.” he barked, startling her.

She fell down on both knees now, and looked up toward him. Darius had craned his gigantic black cock above her face, the chandelier casting it’s shadow across her freckle splashed cheeks. She marveled at this monument of manhood, noting the thick veins lining the sides of his thick shaft. Her medical books had never described an appendage so large. She longed to touch it, if only she dared.

“Honor your lord, and kiss it.” he said, mocking her way of speaking.

She looked upon it, hesitantly, carefully reaching up and wrapping her slender white fingers around it’s black mass, lowering the head to her lips and kissing it delicately. As she pulled back, the precum of his masturbation webbed from her to him, and she errantly licked her lip feeling it there. The taste made her close her eyes, relishing it’s flavor, and more so, the deep need it pulled from her.

“May I again, my lord?” she asked, a slight desperation in her eyes.

He nodded, and so she kissed it again, sucking slightly to take in the precum still oozing from the head of his cock. She let out a small gasp of pleasure, leaning back in and kissing it again and again, not just on the tip, but on the sensitive rim, her hand slowly working the shaft. Belle had no concept of “sucking dick” not simply because she was a virgin, but because such impropriety was not seen in this world.

“Good girl. You gonna suck it or what?” he belted, indelicately.

“I’m afraid I don’t know what that is, lord. I am naive in the ways of the flesh, even in these late 18 years.” Belle told him, ashamed she wasn’t better able to undestand him.

“Haha, hoo boy, okay, time to learn you good.” Darius said, happy to be her first, happier to fuck her virgin mouth. “Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”

She did as asked, her soft pink lips parted, and her tongue poked out softly. Darius was much less graceful, immediately jamming his thick black cock in her small mouth. She let out a noise of surprise, the sound coming out muffled, as he pushed as deep as he could. He grabbed the back of her head, using the leverage to fuck harder, still only managing to get the head of his cock just to her throat because of the petite opening. This did not dissuade him though, as he continued thrusting, plunging saliva out of her mouth, it slopping hotly down her chin, and oozing down her modest cleavage. Not knowing what to do with her hands, she folded her arms behind herself, taking in the pleasure of his taste, and the eroticism of being used in such a savage sexual manner. Her nether region aching with lust, her bloomers soaking in the lusting dew of her flower. His passion reached it’s breaking point soon after, and he plucked his cock from her mouth, bracing to unleash the contents of his balls.

“HELL YEAH!” he shouted, exploding in her open mouth, filling It nearly instantly. He jerked it further, blasting more across her delicate sun kissed face, saving the last blast for down the front of her bodice.

She coughed at the sudden flood in her mouth, trying to catch the spillage in her open hands, slippery drips passing through her fingers. The taste in her mouth was incredible, and she dared not waste this sweet ambrosia. She swallowed, falling into ecstasy, greedily licking the rest from her fingers. She wiped it from her face by the finger load, placing each one in her mouth, cleaning it off. Whatever concept of love she wondered she new disappeared as she did her lowly servile work. Again,while she and her people had no such word for it; Belle was a cum slut.

“My word… is it always this good?” she cried, disappointed she didn’t have more. “I fear it would overtake me.”

“Honey, it’s ALWAYS this good, and I got plenty more for you.” Darius said, grinning, “Allow me to show you.”

He leaned down and picked her up by the waist, she felt effortlessly light in his hands, as she drifted along. He placed her on the edge of the bed, pushing her back, grabbing each ankle and removing her shoes. Reaching deep into the yellow folds of her gown, he pulled her stockings off right after, and admired his prize.

“My lord, what are you doing now?” she asked, unable to see past the sea of cloth ruffles. “Oh my..” her question answered right away.

Darius licked up the side of her bare foot, eagerly taking her toes into his mouth, trading between licking and sucking. One of the nice things, Darius wondered, was actresses at all times had well pedicured toes and clean, perfect feet… so the characters they played did too. He almost wished he had a camera, so he could show people how he sucked Emma Watson’s toes, but would anyone in any of these other worlds know her, or even care? He decided he didn’t care either, using her body was good enough for him. Belle, for her part, was enjoying this carnal lust, her desire hotter than ever. Darius parked her petite white feet on either side of his thick dark cock, and began thrusting between them. Using his hands, he guided her toes around himself, pumping and enjoying his coveted prize. Belle’s face was flush and dewy with sweat, her hands uncertain what to do, trying to fondle her own breasts through her bodice, but finding it difficult. Her lust greatly mounting, with seemingly no relief. Darius had no such problem, and reached climax, pumping a gooey load all over each of her feet, putting the head of his cock flush to the gap of her toes to cover them thoroughly.

“Please lord,” she begged, “I am driven wild with desire, I beg you, defile me.”

“That ain’t begging, ya dumb bitch. Beg me for real.” Darius said, with every intention of fucking her, begging or not.

“My body aches for your touch, my black king. My eager sex a river for you to ford. The void of my womb, yours to grace with your mighty seed. Take me lord, and leave me with child!” she practically cried out, “Let me free myself from the burden of this dress, and I am yours.”

“Much better. Don’t make me wait long.” he sat on the bed’s edge, twisting to lay down as she stood.

Belle almost slipped on the smooth tile, her feet slick with his black load. Removing her undergarments and dropping them to the floor, she used them for traction as she stripped free of her cumbersome gown. The freedom of her bare skin liberating as it meant no more barriers between her and the sweet relief of sexual congress. She came eagerly to him, as he happily eyed her up and down, her soft and supple body timid, hopeful for his approval.

“Does my body please you, my lord?”

“You a’ight, I guess.”

Darius loved hearing those words come out of what was essentially Emma Watson’s mouth. Her body DID please him, and they hadn’t even gotten to the good part yet. His thick black dick wasn’t just gonna TAKE her virginity, it was gonna DESTROY it. It also felt good to kick the legs out of her confidence while he was at it. Rich bitches need to know they ain’t shit, he wondered, cruelly. He stood, guiding her to the bed, positioning to take her missionary style. He parted her thighs, parking his thick cock head directly between her soft pussy lips. He was almost three times her age, more than twice her weight, and definitely no where near handsome enough to be in her league back home, and yet… here he was, seconds away from taking her virginity. This new life truly was one of kings. He pushed into her firmly, feeling the resistance and breaking his way through it. He had no desire to look at small rush of blood that would have come along with it, so he just went to work, pushing it out of mind. Belle’s hands were grasping handfuls of her bedspread on either side of her head as she braced through the pain. She cried out, her chastity forever gone to this strange man, with a mix of pain and pleasure so intense her legs trembled. Darius slammed his way into her tight opening, her cervix trying and failing to keep him at bay. She cried out as he pried her aside from the inside, feeling the mass of his blackness crashing into the limits of her body.

“Please… gently my lord… the pain… it’s more than I have ever known.” she huffed out.

“Haha, nah, you’ll be alright.” He said, pulling back and thrusting in again with full ferocity, deciding instead to speed up even more, pounding her without mercy.

Belle screamed out in both pain and pleasure, her body being pushed to limits she never could have dreamed of. Her soft white flesh stretched taut around his invading black shaft, thighs wide open to receive him, toes curling in pure, raw, orgasmic ecstasy. She threw her head back and had her first screaming orgasm, quickly followed by the tremorous follow ups that made her legs quiver. She wrapped them firmly around him, not in aid to him, but to brace herself against spasms rocking through her. Thriving in the cruelty of it all, Darius reached down and started vigorously rubbing her clitoris with his thumb, making her explode all over again, to the point where she was more red than white, as she gasped for breaths, gracelessly flopping writhing beneath him. He leaned back, giving her a brief reprieve, as he hooked her knees, folding legs up near her head. Being at the verge himself, he was gonna blow, and he wanted to make sure every single bit of it pooled in her cute little pussy. He was gonna breed her but good. The thrill he was getting amplified his blasts, dumping multiple gigantic loads into her, keeping his cock all the way in to ensure they went deep, and stayed there. They lay there gasping, him pinning her body down, her, regaining her composure as she looked at him, lovingly, completely overcome with the thrill and pleasure of it all.

“Oh my… that was… remarkable.” she huffed out, still reveling in the feeling deep inside her.

“I ain’t done with you yet, slut.” he huffed, surprising her.

She couldn’t fathom being able to do any more than he had, despite this brief respite, he was nearly inexhaustible. She felt like she could barely stay awake, the dopamine flooding her brain, leaving her a dopey mess. But true to his word, Darius pulled out, and flipped Belle over, the remainder of the flood of semen spilling out of her. He parked the thick head of his cock directly into her tight ass, making her “eek” out at the intrusion.

“My lord, that is most unheard of, I…” she started.

“Blah, blah, blah, bitch, you talk too much. Just shut up and get fucked.” he interrupted.

Belle had the most fleeting of epiphanies, knowing in her heart he was right. She had spent years, ignoring the advances of men, the cries of her own body, and for what? To be a pretentious snoot with a head full of literary nonsense? She had given herself to his pleasure, and it felt good, more so, it felt right. Her place as a woman was serving man. She had the sincere hope she could serve THIS man. His black skin and commanding presence had made her feel things no other man had made her feel before…

This romantic epiphany was cut short as he crushed every inch of himself into her virgin ass. Her eyes practically crossing in the confusing sensation that sent further shivers of pleasure right through the pain. He was just as rough with her ass as he had been her pussy, giving no mercy to her fragile young body. She felt the enormous heft of his testicles crashing against her with a loud slap, felt the pain of being stretched open where one ought not be, and felt… intense mind blowing pleasure. Arching her body using her head against the pillows, her hands darted beneath her, grasping at her supple white breasts, clasping her small pink nipples in her fingers.

“Yes… Yesssss… YESSSSSS!!!” Belle cried, twisting and tugging the nobs of her flesh.

Darius squeezed her hips firmly, and then gave her a hard slap on the ass as he continued to defile it. Belle felt her body tensing up once more,

“Again, my lord! Stike me harder, I am your whore!” she cried out.

Darius was happy to oblige, slapping her good and hard on the ass, which would in a day or so, leave a notable bruise. This pushed Belle over the edge once more, and she collapsed forward, having had her first orgasm from anal sex. Darius’ didn’t last too much longer himself, and pumped a fat load right up her tight ass, pulling out and blowing the rest across her back, and all over her supple white butt cheeks. Dropping his cock up the small of her back with a wet “thwap” when he was done. Belle lay there on her arms and face, catching her breath, her ass arched up, having been freshly sodomized.

“You are my king…” she said, turning her head slightly in hopes he could hear her better, “Never have I known such pleasure, or known what it is to truly be a woman. You have come to me, taught me, as no teacher could have, and for that, I am grateful beyond words. I have great hope in my heart that you have given me your child, as no man of our village could ever be worthy. I dare say, I love you, my lord. Would you have me?”

Darius disappeared with a soft swell of light, and Belle was left alone, her tidings of love left to echo in an empty chamber.

“My lord?” she asked, confused. Turning to see nothing and no one.

Darius cosmic purpose fulfilled, his millions of sperm effortlessly fertilizing Belle (or Emma as he wondered of her), as she lay looking for her lost king. She slipped to the floor and wept. Curled up against her bare legs, still a mess of cum and sweat, she wept for she had wondered she had found true love at long last.

And so, another story was changed, for better or worse, is only to the perspective of the beholder. Needlessly to say, Belle did not end up with the savage beast of the castle, but instead returned home, a bold independent feminist no longer. She still refused to marry any fair skinned men of the town, but in moments of need, gladly gave her body to dark skinned travelers who passed through, bearing several more fatherless black children, whom the town looked at with fear and mild revulsion. They wondered of Belle as a witch at worst, and a trollop at best. She never stopped hoping he would return to take her away, to savage her once more, as he had. There were many nights she lay, touching and defiling herself, on the memory alone… but while Darius had cum at least four times that magical day, he did not come back.

His journey, took him elsewhere.