TITLE    : Black to the Future
STORYID  : black-to-the-future
SUMMARY  : No hot tubs, no DeLoreans, no mailbox by the lake. Just BBC.
AUTHOR   : OnyxMasters@lit
DATE     : 2023-06-01
CATEGORY : interracial-erotic-stories
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |bnwo|interracial|white woman|black man|cheating|teen|black bred|time travel|converted|bbc|


October 14th 2022

Lauralie sat at the red light, ready to be done with post work errands, and finally go home again. Though she knew she wasn't likely to get any rest even when she did. It was a strange duality, loving her husband and both her boys, but dealing with the stress of it got to be a bit much some days. Cleaning up messes, cooking, doing dishes, laundry, helping with homework... she sighed resignedly, giving a faint smirk to the mirror as she glanced up at herself. She had gotten slight bags under her eyes. She couldn't deny she was getting older, not simply because today was her birthday, a fact she wanted to overlook more than anything, but sitting here, seeing the vestiges of her youthful self fading from her face was enough to make her cry. She wiped her eye briefly just as the light turned green, starting to roll forward but slamming on the brakes suddenly as she stopped mere inches from hitting a guy crossing the road. She quickly looked over her shoulder to make sure no one was behind her, and took a short step out of the car, leaning on the frame as she spoke to the man.

"Gosh, I am... I'm soooo sorry, I got distracted, are you... are you okay?" Lauralie said, looking with concern at the young black man in the hoodie who had stepped back away, throwing his hood back and off as she spoke to him.

"Yeah, I'm cool, shit happens, right?" he said, giving Lauralie a huge sense of relief, "But hey, you uh, you okay? You look a little rattled."

Lauralie grimaced slightly, knowing that she was upset, and even worse that other people could clearly see it. Not something she wanted to have to face at home. It was somehow worse to be questioned about it by people closest to you.

"Yeah, no I uh... sorry, it's not about this." she said, trying not to choke up slightly.

"Hey why don't you pull over for a minute, we could talk... would that be alright?" the young man said looking empathetic, and gesturing off to a nearby parking lot.

"Oh, I don't think I should... I'm supposed to be going home, and I'm already running late, and..." she said, unsure about his offer, but feeling like maybe it couldn't hurt as he interjected.

"Hey, 5 minutes tops, that's the least I could ask considering you almost killed me." He said flashing a supportive smile.

Lauralie blinked away a few more tears and nodded, climbing back into her car and pulling over to the nearby lot, the young man making a show of checking both ways before lightly jogging across the road way. At first, she thought he might stop by her door and chat through the window, or maybe stand and wait for her to get out, but instead he circled around the passenger side and slid in, turning and giving her the same comforting look.

"I didn't want to impose, but it's looking like rain." he said, gesturing out at the grey skies with his head.

"I don't think it's supposed to start for..." Lauralie managed, but almost as if on cue, fat drops of rain started tapping all over the metal body of the car.

"Phew." he said, looking out at it, "Must be my lucky day, I am WAY far away from home right now." the young man turned back to her, and adjusted himself in his seat slightly, his dark brown hand resting on her dashboard, "So... what's going on? I hate to see a pretty girl like you in trouble."

Lauralie laughed a little at his flirty comment, not meeting his gaze.

"Thank you but... today is my birthday, and I just... I'm 38 now. I'm fried, I'm stressed, and I caught a look at myself in the mirror and I just... it all just hit me." she said, feeling strangely at ease with her guest.

"Hey, I don't know what mirror you were looking at, but I wouldn't have guessed a day over 30." he said, still laying it on, though it meant a lot to Lauralie to hear it, as she looked up and finally locked eyes with him.

"You are too much." She said smiling, "Do you want me to maybe drop you off somewhere? It's the least I could do."

"Actually, I'd love to just sit here with you if that's alright. You could tell me more about your day, see if we can't de-stress a little while we steal time away from this rain."

Lauralie was pleasantly taken back by that, the two of them talking casually about her day for nearly 20 minutes as the rain steadily poured down drowning out the world outside. Though she never would have considered allowing such a thing before that day then, she rested her hand on her shifter and he simply reached out and lay his hand down over hers. His hand was firm, masculine and a bit calloused, but also soft much like his demeanor, she didn't pull away, instead enjoying the closeness of it, shifting her hand so he could hold it better. Their fingers laced together, the brown and white contrasting against one another pleasantly.

"I know you don't think so right this minute, but I have to tell you, you are the most beautiful woman I've ever met... and I'm going to do something crazy right now, because... I want to kiss you..." he said, slowly starting to lean in.

"Oh, I... I'm married, remember?" Lauralie said sheepishly, gesturing slightly with her left hand as she showed him her ring, her mind saying no, though her body wanted it.

"And you still will be when you get home." he said, unabated.

His free hand gently moved behind her head, pulling her close as he began kissing her, Lauralie feeling nervous at first, but quickly finding herself in rhythm with him, both their lips parting as their tongues began exploring each other. Lauralie had never cheated on her husband before, though like all married people, she had been tempted, but there was something in this moment that felt right, almost perfect somehow. Their passions grew deeper, the young man kissing her neck and undoing her blouse slightly, his hot breath hovering just above her bra as he kissed her skin gently. She knew this was wrong, but she didn't want it to stop, his lips coming back up and locking against hers as he undid her pants, sliding his hand down and into her panties, his firm dark finger caressing and finally penetrating as he fingered her. Lauralie reached down and adjusted her seat back, giving him full access to keep working her, her knees buckling as he brought her to climax with a practiced and masterful hand.

"I want you. RIGHT NOW." he said, as Lauralie sat gasping and recovering, his eyes locked on hers with intent and passion.

She took them both to a nearby hotel, shockingly less than a block away, almost as if by providence. He paid for the room himself, quickly guiding her back there, the two of them falling onto the bed as they continued devouring each other, Lauralie's stress and even her birthday completely forgotten. In a matter of only a few minutes, he had gotten the rest of her clothes off, and she lay back, her white thighs splayed wide apart as she waited for him to enter her. He peeled his shirt off over his head, and undid his jeans, pulling them down, exposing the longest and thickest cock Lauralie had ever seen before in her life.

"Oh my god..." Lauralie said, her green eyes locked directly on it as he hoisted her legs up over his shoulders, stopping to kiss the sides of her feet as he did.

"Don't worry, I'm gonna take good care of you." he said, positioning the fat black head of his cock directly between her soft pussy lips, her wetness more than welcoming him in.

The pain was intense, and while it diminished, mostly replaced by the most euphoric pleasure she had ever felt in her life, her body didn't get used to taking in such a large intrusion. He was nothing like her husband, both in the shocking size of his penis, but in his lovemaking, which lasted far longer as he brought her close to orgasm several times before backing down, finally sending her into a fit of screaming multiple orgasms when he decided to finish. Lauralie wrapped her legs around him hard, her toes curling, her whole body heaving, ankles locked together. Despite her brain being a mess of sensations and dopamine, she could feel him cumming inside her, and even though neither of them was protected... she was too satisfied to care. He lay with her peacefully for a short time after that, both of them kissing lightly here and there as they giggled and touched one another.

"I can't tell you how much I needed that." Lauralie said, feeling the slow trickle of his massive load oozing down into her ass crack.

"Happy birthday." he said, the two of them laughing a little.

Lauralie was indeed still married when she got home, as promised. Making an excuse about the girls at work surprising her for a birthday drink, and using that as an excuse for why she waited so long to drive, especially with the rain. But a seed had been planted that day, and not just in her womb. In the months that followed, she realized how unhappy she had been, and eventually divorced her husband as the new life inside her started to grow. Every time she looked at the bump in the mirror, she thought about that rainy day, and the black stranger who had made it so perfect. She decided that if one was good, more must be better, resigning herself from dating white men anymore and taking a shot going black only. It stuck. Free from the shackles of monogamy, Lauralie eventually enjoyed a string of black lovers, taking her to new, exciting and even degrading places that filled her with more sexual satisfaction then she had ever experienced before. She moved on from even her own children, focusing on raising her new black boys, and as they say, she never went back.

-October 14th 2014-

Lauralie didn't get too many chances to hang out with her friends these days, what with life and jobs and kids, but today was the big three-oh, and they were intent on bringing it in old school.

"Another round for my girl!" her friend Samantha said, the bartender giving their party a smile as he slid them another series of shots.

The girls downed them exuberantly, all of them letting out a "woo" of excitement as they slammed their glasses back down.

"So, it's official, you're an a big time adult now!" her other friend Patricia said, resting her hand on hers, "So, what comes next!?"

Lauralie, who had been quite jovial up to that point, suddenly felt a sense of internal dread, genuinely unsure of what came next... more kids? Working until she was old? GETTING old? What should have been a fun question had hit home in a much more profound way.

"Oh shit!" Patricia said suddenly, having slightly stumbled from her stool knocking a series of glasses over to a clattering and shattering mess.

The girls collectively jumped back as it happened, Lauralie accidentally backing directly into someone behind her, her butt colliding with him, his hands reaching up to brace her back.

"Woah, easy there darlin'." the man said, laughing good naturedly.

Lauralie turned and looked him in the face, both embarrassed and apologetic.

"Gosh, I am... I'm soooo sorry, I got distracted, are you... are you okay?" Laura said, drunkenly brushing her hands down the front of his hoodie as if she had spilled something or left crumbs on him.

"Yeah, I'm cool, shit happens, right?" he said, his dark brown face smiling warmly at her.

"It totally does..." Lauralie said, the notion feeling somehow more profound in her head.

"So, what have we got going on here?" he said, gesturing behind her.

"Oh, it's my birthday party, the big three-oh!" she slurred out happily, "You want to join us for drinks?"

"Sure, I'd love to." the young black man said, joining the party.

After the mess was cleared up, the girls welcomed their new drinking partner with a cheer, the lot of them taking several more rounds before some of the other moms in the group had to start heading home.

"This was a blast, Larlar..." Samantha said, giving her a big hug goodbye, "You sure you don't need a ride?"

"I'm okay, my friend here, he, he said he'll give me a lift." Lauralie said, gesturing over her shoulder at her new black friend.

"Okay you... don't have too much fun!" Samantha finished jokingly, drunkenly grabbing her husbands arm as he escorted her out to their car to take her home.

Lauralie and her new companion hung around a while longer yet, sitting together at a corner booth, laughing and chatting as they wound down on a couple Pepsi's.

"So THIS was the big blow out, huh?" he said, smiling as he looked right into her eyes.

"Yeah, one last big crazy night to... I don't even know!" Lauralie said laughing, her hands falling onto the table in front of her, his black hands scooping down underneath them, his thumbs massaging the tops.

"Want to do something REALLY crazy?" he said, a little sloppily.

Lauralie looked down at his hands briefly, before looking back up at him.

"Like what?"

In a matter of minutes, the two of them burst giggling into the men's room, Lauralie's arms wrapping up around his neck as they kissed wildly, his hands firmly on her ass as he pulled her tight against him. They pushed through the stall door, him falling on the seat, Lauralie giving him a laughing "shush" as though he'd made some sort of enormous racket. The man leaned back on the toilet, reaching down and undoing his pants.

"You ready for THIS?" he said, pulling out the longest, thickest dick Lauralie had ever seen in her life.

"Oh my god..." Lauralie said, her eyes transfixed on his massive black dick.

"Go... go ahead, suck it." he said, holding a hand out to help ease her down to her knees.

Lauralie was still pretty drunk, but this monster of a dick in front of her was slightly sobering. She carefully placed one hand around the middle, realizing her small white fingers weren't enough to cover it by almost half, his dick FAR larger than her husband. He guided her head down, the large mass making its way into the hot wet recesses of her mouth, Lauralie sucking it slowly at first, her enthusiasm growing as she lost herself in sheer desire for such an impressive piece of meat. Lauralie struggled at first to take it in, but thanks to the alcohol loosening her up, found she was able to take it pretty deep, her head bobbing up and down furiously as slobber dribbled down the shaft and over his balls.

"Oh fuck yeah, don't stop." the man moaned, spurring her on faster and further, wet gags escaping her mouth as she took him as far down her throat as he could, her hand massaging his large black testicles as she did, within a short few minutes, he was ready to burst, "Oh shit, here it comes..." he said, standing up.

Lauralie let him take over, craning her head back, her tongue sticking out, his fat black dicks slapping against the surface of it repeatedly as he jerked his sloppy wet dick directly towards her throat. He went off like a cannon, splashing a heavy load directly into her mouth, making her wince, the rest blowing out over her face and into her hair, thick ropes of semen clinging to her skin.

"Woah... holy shit... that was amazing." he said, catching his breath slightly.

Lauralie was completely shocked, swallowing what had landed in her mouth, shocked by the slightly sweet and delicious flavor, about to reach up and wipe her eyes when he stopped her.

"No, leave it. It's your turn." He said, hoisting her up, and switching places with her, his rough hands hooking her jeans and panties and yanking them down around her ankles.

He bent her over abruptly, Lauralie fumbling for the toilet tank as he slapped his dark cock down over the crack of her ass before sliding it down, searching for his point of entry. He "accidentally" started pushing it up her ass, making her wince and swat back at him to let him know he missed his mark. Instead of stopping, he kept pushing, Lauralie gripping the tank tighter as his saliva slick cock stretched her ass out making her push up on her tip toes. He started pumping, grabbing her hips and pulling her back hard, the pain enormous. Though it might have just been the alcohol speaking, Lauralie found it strangely pleasurable, each thrust sending a spike of pleasure throughout her as he dominated her from behind, the cum on her face shaking and dripping down.

"Do it... fuck my ass..." she said in a hushed demand, reaching back now that she was stable and fingering herself.

He was crushing his way inside all the way up to his balls, Lauralie finding herself being pushed to a hard orgasms thanks to his efforts and her own. She felt him tense, another hot gush of sperm pumping directly inside her, her free hand hammering the toilet tank in a fist as she struggled to stand, her legs shaking and her pussy practically dripping wet.

"Oh fuck, fuck yeah... holy shit..." he moaned, easing himself out and slapping his cock on her bare cheek.

Lauralie didn't care if he was spent, she needed him inside her pussy NOW, as she pushed away from the toilet, and switched places with him again, this time lowering herself down and straddling him reverse cowgirl style, wincing again as his big black dick stretched her white pussy wide apart. She wasted no time, slamming her pelvis down, pumping and working her hips, her already sensitive pussy quickly racing towards another orgasm. Apparently, he wasn't done with her yet either, grabbing her hips and pulling her down hard, pushing himself up, Lauralie practically screaming as loud wet slaps echoed through the tiled room. It wasn't long before her legs went weak, trembling as she repeatedly climaxed, creaming all over his cock, the man straining as he pumped a third dose of superior black sperm directly into her unprotected pussy. They both sat still for a moment after that, his cock raw and spent, both her ass and pussy aching and sensitive.

"I can't tell you how much I needed that." Lauralie said, feeling the slow trickle of his massive load oozing down from her ass crack and pussy.

"Happy birthday." he said, the two of them laughing a little.

Lauralie ended up taking a taxi home, as the man said he was a little too tipsy to take her safely, washing herself up briefly before hand. When she had sobered up more, she really thought about what she had done that night, and it occurred to her that even though she had broken her husbands trust, she was actually happy about it. She hadn't felt much for some time. Maybe they jumped into marriage and kids too soon, but she realized how much living she still had left to do, and within the span of a few months, got divorced just before her new baby bump was starting to show. She found a certain, nearly fetishistic need to have sex with black men after that night, forsaking white men forever as she enjoyed a string of different black male partners who fucked any sense of longing right out of her, having both a black boy and a girl, moving on from her two white boys from her prior marriage without much thought. Life was too short to look back, she thought, as she settled into a life of domestic servitude to her new, and as far as she was concerned, superior husband.

-December 14th 2002-

Lauralie had finally finished high school, and had officially turned 18, life couldn't be much better if it tried. She had already picked out an outfit for tonight, as she was secretly meeting some of her friends, friends, she might add, who had scored a bottle of vodka. On top of that, her parents had already gone off to work, leaving her with the whole place to herself. Lauralie gave one last yawn, stretching all her limbs out before happily jumping out of bed, and padding out into the hall, going to grab a bowl of marshmallow cereal before getting dressed for the day. She had just about made it to the refrigerator when there was a knock at the door. She paused, unsure as to whether or not to answer it, particularly since she was by herself, but after a couple seconds, there was another series of knocks, drawing her to the main room to take a peak through the eye hole.

"Ummm... hello?" Lauralie said, making out the figure of a young fit black man standing on their front porch wearing what looked like a delivery persons jump suit.
<hr pg="2" />"Yeah, hi, I've got a package here for a Ms. Lauralie Pike, I understand it's her birthday today..?" he said, smiling warmly through the glass.

Lauralie carefully opened the door, cautious but excited for whatever someone might have got for her. The man holding a brown box with her name on it.

"I'm her." she said, looking at him happily.

"Oh, well... lucky me. " he said, eyeing her up slightly, "May I come in then?"

"Come... in?" Lauralie said, her eyebrows furrowing slightly in confusion.

"You want me to..? Oh shit, I'm sorry, they didn't tell you I was coming, did they?" he said, laughing slightly to himself, "Your friend Alicia hired me, I'm a uh... a stripper gram." the words coming out with a charming embarrassed smile.

"A stripper..? Gosh, I am soooo sorry, I had no idea... uh, sure, why don't you, here come on in." Lauralie said nervous but excited, her first taste of adult debauchery kicking in mere minutes into her first day as a full fledged grown up.

The two of them stepped into the living room, Lauralie turning around nervously as he gestured for her to take a seat on the couch. He made a small amount of space on the coffee table, opening the box he had brought, pulling out a small boombox with a built in CD player, and plugged it in. The music started pumping out, the man starting to bounce along to the rhythm, Lauralie pulling her legs up and sitting crossed legged on the couch as she put her hands together in front of her mouth, doing her best to hold in her giggles. The man reached into the box, pulling out a plastic shelled case with a monstrous black dildo inside of it making her eyes go wide as he tossed it on the couch next to her.

"THAT is yours to keep, a reminder of your WILD and CRAZY 18th BIRTHDAY!" the man said, his movements starting to turn into more of dance.

She ran her fingers over the outer plastic, utterly astounded at how large it was, and even more astounded to find out it was molded from a real person... Onyx Masters. She'd never heard of him before, though at this point, no one really had.

"Alright, are you ready to PAR-TAY?" he said, finally getting into the act fully, half unzipping his jump suit, his bare black chest smooth and firm.

Lauralie was beyond excited, the first stirrings of arousal making her newly legal pussy starting to salivate slightly, her nipples firming up. He threw back the rest of the upper half, moving to the beat, making a full show of himself, Lauralie watching on with rapt attention. Off came the rest of the jumpsuit, a shiny silver banana hammock the only thing between her and the thrill of her young lifetime. He danced, his whole body moving with the music, finally jumping up and putting a leg up on the arm of the couch, pumping his groin directly towards her face, Lauralie jumping back with a peel of excited laughter, his hidden dick so close she could reach out and touch it. After several very sexually tense moments, he leapt back, turning around, snatching his detachable underwear from the front, his tight black ass now completely exposed as he gave her a coy look over his shoulder, tossing the silver garment so that it almost fell in her lap, his hips swinging back and forth slightly.

"Haha, shake it baby!" Lauralie said, snatching his man panties and swinging them around like she had seen on television before.

The man finally turned, jumping into a standing splayed position, reaching down and lifting his cock up until the tip was over his belly button, letting it drop down and bounce for her amusement. Lauralie was beyond wet at this point, her pussy soaking slightly through her pajama pants, hotter and more sensitive than she'd ever felt before... it was practically begging her to get fucked. The man seductively but playfully bounced towards her, his arms up, dick swinging to the rhythm. Instead of letting it continue to go wild, her reached down, gripping himself, pumping it as he got close once more, mere inches away from her. He reached down, guiding her hand up, her slender white fingers taking the mass of black meat into her hand as she stared directly at it, starting to pump and jerk it herself.

"Oh, that's right, WORK IT GIRL!" he said, laughing, the teen girl jerking his cock slowly but intently.

It became clear that Lauralie wasn't just vibing off the show anymore, her strokes becoming more intense, her breath hot, the man stopping his dance as he slowly reached down and put his hand on hers.

"Hey... woah, you... is this what you want..?" he said breathing heavily, his body dewy with sweat from his performance.

Lauralie slowed down for a moment, and pulled her hand back feeling embarrassed at losing control. The man gave her an empathetic look, reaching down and gently gripping her chin, turning her face to look up at him.

"Hey, it's okay... I'm gonna take good care of you, okay?" he said, Lauralie nodding nervously, unsure of what he meant, but more than sure of what she wanted.

The man reached down, grabbing softly under her knees, turning her sideways so that she was laying long-wise on the couch, slowly removing her pajama pants as the party continued on the player. Lauralie bit her lip nervously, watching as he grabbed her ankles, bringing her feet up to his lips, kissing them before lowering down to his waist and positioning them on either side of his cock, starting to pump. She giggled in strange fascination, eventually trying to help, wrapping her toes around him as he sped up, bracing herself as she watched expectantly for what she knew was coming next, and cum it did. After a few minutes, he grunted, almost angrily, grabbing her feet and holding them together, cumming hard all over the soles and between her toes, squeezing out every last drop and wiping it on her flesh.

"Wow... that's... I've never done anything like this before." Lauralie said, looking up at him, inexperienced, fresh faced, and less than 12hrs away from the moment she was supposed to meet and hook up with the man should would eventually marry.

The man continued jerking his cock, a hungry look on his face, as he leaned down and grabbed her hand, guiding her to her feet, his spunk getting smeared all over the family rug.

"Your bedroom, where is it?" he said, quickly pulling her t-shirt off over her head, her perky white breasts bouncing free, the man admiring them briefly before hoisting her up over his shoulder and starting toward the hallway.

"Second... second room on the right." Lauralie said as he carried her forcefully along, pushing the door open firmly and stepping into her room, tossing her down on her own bed.

The man turned and clicked the lock on her door closed, almost a symbolic gesture, as no one was home and wouldn't be for hours. What transpired was a marathon session of relentless, life changing sex, Lauralie spreading her legs for what was essentially a complete stranger, moaning and eventually screaming in orgasm as he blew the first load she had ever had inside her. She wasn't a virgin, but only in the loosest sense, having had a disappointing back seat session with a boy once. But this was a man, a BLACK man, and he took every virginity she had left. Fucking her hard up the ass until she came, fucking her mouth, fucking her tits, cum spattering her face and in her hair, cum splashing down her throat, filling her mouth, dripping down her nipples, and dribbling out her ass. With the exception of a short bathroom break for him, he was a relentless fuck machine, satisfying her in ways she had never even dreamed of before until she literally passed out from an overload of dopamine and pure exhaustion. She woke up around one in the afternoon, her new black lover laying beside her resting, having at least given her the dignity of toweling her off before he took his nap. She slid her thigh up over his, her hand rubbing his chest.

"Hey, wake up..." she said gently.

"There she is." he said, smiling gently as he came to.

"That... that was the most amazing thing I've ever experienced." She said, looking up at him with youthful devotion.

"Happy birthday." he said, grinning sleepily.

He got up not too long after, the two of them taking a shower together, another stolen moment as he fingered her, another orgasm on the books for team black boys. He gathered his things, making sure to help her put her new dildo away in her room, taking the packaging and securing it back his fake package, sitting her down before he took off.

"So, let me ask you... you think you'll ever go back?" he said smiling.

"Back..? OH! You mean to white boys..? Hell no." she said, flashing him a sultry but playful look.

"Good girl." he said, walking over and pulling her chin up, giving her one last lingering kiss.

Just like that, there was no divorce to be had, no kids to be left behind. True to her word, she never went back, brushing off white boys left and right as she fucked and sucked practically any black dick that wanted her. Is it fair to say her life was easier? Hell no. By the time she was nearly 40, she had FIVE black children, only two of which she knew who the father was. Her original two boys, Mike and Conner, simply never existed, two less white lives in the future. The man who would have been her husband, Angelo, had a lot less luck in this new time line, getting hooked on heroin since he didn't have kids to raise, eventually dying from an accidental overdose while partying with an unsavory group of friends. As for our young black hero, he stepped down off Lauralie's front porch, and immediately turned and started for her back yard, stepping through the wooden privacy fence, and pressing two buttons on his watch, a strange bubble like effect obscuring him as he vanished in a sudden loud hum.

-October 14th 2035-

The young man, (whose name was DeMarcus Jean BTW), flashed back into existence in the same temporal bubble, a series of large conical machines lining the outer walls of the otherwise pristine white room, another black man wearing a plain white lab coat sitting at a simple metal desk writing down notes. The black scientist stretched slightly and stood, holding out a hand to shake, welcoming DeMarcus back.

"So, how did it go?" he said, giving him a smile.

"Fantastic, as you might expect." DeMarcus said, yawning slightly.

"You went a little hard on this one, eh?" he said back, giving him a quizzical look.

"You mean because I went back year after year, converting Mrs. Pike to black only until she was only 18 years old?" DeMarcus said, laying down some exposition.

"Yeah, you only had to do it once, why go through all the trouble?" he said, laughing a little.

"I know, but her son was rude to me once, so I gave him nearly 20 life times of heartbreak and misery of losing his mom before finally removing him from existence." DeMarcus said, shrugging it off, "He's not the first white loser I've erased and replaced, and he won't be the last... now who's next?"

"Well, that's up to you, any body else you have a grudge against? Because once we leave this quantum temporal chamber, you might not remember them anymore." the scientist said, heading back over to take a seat, "But don't feel like you have to do it all, we have a dozen other agents, and literally thousands of names to check off the list."

"Nah, I knew what I was getting into when I volunteered for Project: Future Perfect, and Noir Labs pays me handsomely to go get my dick wet." DeMarcus said laughing and cracking his knuckles, "Now, who else needs a good fuckin'?"

"How would you feel about Mary Anne McLeod Trump?" the man said, giving him a jovial look.

"Sounds like it's time to make America black again."

