...of all Possible Worlds by T.S. Severe Chapter 23 We were waiting for our Master, turned out in our finest clothes in the best tradition of the Old South. It was autumn, but after an especially long hot summer the slight chill was a welcome relief and we bore it comfortably. I was one month from my eighteenth birthday, or a little more perhaps. Slaves didn't observe birthdays generally and I felt little anticipation for the event, my interest was firmly on the here and now and I was playing my happy role as lady of the manor one last time. Mercy stood quietly in her black Sunday dress, patient as an old hickory tree and just as sturdy. She'd done this sort of thing before. The two house niggers were next to her, Tom Henry and Jericho, looking dandy if somewhat uncomfortable in the charcoal grey suits I'd bought them. They were both such handsome young men, Jericho being a year older than Tom's 21 years, but unaccustomed to such finery, and Jericho was pulling at his necktie, complaining that his starched white collar chafed his dark skin. "Stop that." I slapped at his hand, looking up into the boy's caramel eyes. "You'll loosen the knot." "Ma'am." He swallowed hard and nodded, lifting his smooth jaw while I fixed it briefly. Delilah was next to Jericho, tall and a bit thin for her age and not quite fourteen years old yet, though you wouldn't think so to look at her. She had all the appearance of a twelve year old boy, fair skinned for a negra and blue eyed, wearing her own boyish suit of tailored velvet in faggot lavender. We called Lilah as a boy now, our little house nigger, and so far as the world was concerned he was queer as a three legged goat. Wren, the other bedroom negra, stood to the right of Lilah and she was all of fourteen herself and dressed in white stockings, a pleated royal blue skirt, and a silk blouse that shimmered like spun gold. She was fair as well, though not so light as Lilah, and the prettiest boy I'd ever seen, besides myself perhaps. I turned the sissy around and lifted her skirt in the back, slipping my hand inside her pink panties to make sure her buttplug was in place and I gave it a little push, putting the slut on her toes for a moment. "Alright, you're okay." I said, mostly to myself as I smoothed her skirt back into place and the girl gave me a frown. She didn't like that plug at all, but I was making her wear it because that girl did love to fuck and Wren teased the niggers constantly. It was her punishment and kept the negra chaste. I wore a gown of my own, a real one with petticoats and a lace up corset underneath, pulled so tight I could scarcely breathe in it. The dress was emerald green, always my best color, and despite the many layers and the heaviness of the silk brocade, it was comfortable and best of all, beautiful. I'd gone to great trouble to find it and I very much hoped my Master would be pleased. After only a short wait our Master arrived by taxi and I'd had it in mind to pick him up at the airport myself, but Mr. Reiser declined. This was what he wanted, an old fashioned homecoming, and I stood on the steps of the house smiling as he approached holding the arm of his new bride and our new Mistress, Miss Corinne Ingersoll-Reiser. They'd been married here in Memphis and gone on to visit her home in Mississippi briefly before starting a honeymoon these past ten days. Now they were back and I felt my heart rushing, for I'd missed the man I loved very much. "My, my! This is a fine turn." Miss Corinne smiled and she greeted each of the slaves in turn, beginning with Wren, of course, who was her bedroom negra. Mistress kissed the girl on the lips and whispered something soft in her ear, pressing a hand low to find Wren's girl cock doubtlessly hard and eager as my own just then. Our Master followed, as befitting the custom, and I waited until at last Mistress smiled at me and I offered her a well practiced curtsy before taking her hand in both of mine to kiss it. "Welcome to your home, Mistress." I smiled at her, keeping my eyes down. "Why thank you, Danielle." She said and then lowered her voice, touching my cheek with her fingertips. "We did it, girl." "Yes ma'am." I took a deep breath against that corset and she kissed me lightly on the lips, the tip of the woman's tongue playing between them for a heartbeat. "Danielle." Mr. Reiser didn't let me finish my curtsy before he was taking me into his arms, his wife standing a few feet away and watching us with some amusement. He kissed me deeply, his hands fairly digging at my dress as if he might find me somewhere within it, and then he laughed softly, satisfying himself with a palm against my left breast. I sighed and his hand pressed against me so hard that I was certain he could feel my heart beating fast and strong just for him. "I've missed you, sir." I licked my lips and I wasn't looking down at all. "We're home now." He nodded. "We're all home." =-=-==-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= "Danielle..." Miss Corinne was calling me from the mater bedroom and I hurried to her. I'd changed into a much lighter and more practical dress already, all of the slaves had changed by then, and I was busy straightening my personal bedroom. Jericho and Wren had moved in shortly after the wedding and we had a full house now. A Master and a Mistress, and six slaves to keep the place up in a manner fitting our owners' social standing. The former Miss Ingersoll came from a much respected family, and while she was indeed something of a black sheep for her eccentric pleasures, the woman was accustomed to a life of affluent luxury, or as she put it with a twinkle in her hazel eyes, a life of healthy Southern decadence. "Ma'am?" I cleared my throat as she was looking through the wardrobe, the large closet I had been using, but it was now empty. "Where are your clothes?" She asked me, looking genuinely curious. "In the other bedroom." I said slowly. "I moved my things out and..." "Move them back." She smiled and shook her head. "Your Master needs you in here, not me. I'll be taking the room with Wren." "But..." I narrowed my eyes. "I told you a long time ago, I wasn't of a sort to come between a Master and his negra. Now get your things, put them back, and stop looking at me like I'm from another planet!" "Yes ma'am." I nodded quickly and I think I actually giggled with some relief, though I covered my mouth quickly. "Moving?" Mr. Reiser scratched his cheek as I was carrying an armload of clothes back into the master bedroom. "I was all moved," I laughed, "but Miss Corinne told me she was going to use Wren's bedroom, so..." "Yeah." Mr. Reiser nodded at that, following me now. "Wren's going to share your bedroom, but sleep in Cory's and you'll sleep in mine and..." He chuckled. "...Seems like we could have made this harder somehow." "Heh." I stuck my tongue out at him. "I thought she'd be sleeping in here though. I mean, she is your wife." "She is." He nodded. "But you're the one I'm in love with." "Hmmm..." I smiled at him, dropping my clothes on the bed. "Cory understands that." Mr. Reiser stood close behind me, his hands on my hips and his face in my hair. "Who does she love?" I wondered. "You." My Master smiled. "And Wren, she spent a long time looking for a boy like him." "A girl you mean." I turned around, looking up and smiling as I put my hands on his shoulders. "Corinne loves boys who look like girls." Mr. Reiser shrugged. "You're the reason she was so eager to marry me." "Oh, I don't believe that!" I giggled, but I think it was probably a little true. "I'm not complaining." My Master shrugged. "I get a respectable wife who understands what I want, she gets a husband who shares her interests, and we both get you." "You're sharing me?" I teased him. "Sometimes." "Sharing Wren too, I bet." I gave him just a tiny pout. "Sometimes." Mr. Reiser chuckled. "She's my wife, we share everything now." "Not tonight." I told him softly. "I'll lock the door, I swear." He kissed me then, the way I needed him too and I pulled him down to that cluttered bed, unmindful of the expensive clothes upon which we lay. I hadn't been with him for nearly two weeks and I'd never felt so lonely before. Now he was back and I spread my legs, just that quick while Mr. Reiser fumbled to free his hard cock. We were of the same mind, as we so often were, and he needed me as well. It had been an hour already since they'd returned home, barely that, and somehow we'd kept our hands off each other, but no more. "Mmphh..." I groaned into my Master's mouth, pulling my knees high and lifting my ass for his cock. Mr. Reiser held himself in his hand, using his fingertips to pull my loose panties aside and he thrust quickly, stabbing his swollen prick past the tight ring of my sphincter to stretch the delicate folds of my rectum around him. I gasped and pulled at the man hard, rocking my body with pleasure as he pushed hard inside me. We'd missed each other terribly, that was obvious and I felt as if I were going to cum any second just from the welcome sensations of having my boy pussy full with my owner's turgid manhood. "I missed this...Fuck...I love you..." Mr. Reiser breathed, kissing my face and neck, holding my shoulders tight with his hands to give himself leverage. "Yesssss..." I hissed between my teeth, "...Fuck me now...Give me your cock...Like that..." I kissed the man's neck and licked breathlessly along his pale flesh to his ear, kissing him and taking his earlobe between my teeth. He was fucking my sissy ass good now, my Master's sperm filled balls slapping my panty covered butt with every urgent thrust of his hips. That we were still clothed and fucking in such a spontaneous and haphazard fashion only made it better and I was dimly aware of the giggling voices of Wren and Lilah, who were best friends by then, while they spied upon us from the doorway. "Did you...fuck her...too..." I asked my Master, locking my ankles at the small of his back, grinding my hot asshole against his prick the best I could. "Who...Cory?" He was panting, red faced and smiling down at me and I nodded. "...A couple times...yeah..." "How'd you...Ummm...Like it?" I giggled. "It was...Ohhh...Okay..." He laughed, moving his arms, catching me beneath my knees so he could bend my body further. Mr. Reiser was driving his cock even deeper then, fucking me with quick long strokes, deep enough that I could feel the swollen head of his penis touching my sensitive prostate and making me shiver with that delicious warmth. I clung to him while we fucked, my long red nails clawing at his shirt, my legs pushed far up the way we liked it, with my knees bent over his broad shoulders and very nearly touching my heaving breasts. His prick had a straight shot into my ass and my Master took good advantage of it, slamming himself into me hard, as hard as I could ever remember the man taking me and I was loving every second of it. "What're you two doin heah now?" Mercy's voice came to us and she'd caught Wren and Lilah. "Owww!"..."Mercy! Ow!" the two complained and I thought the old woman probably had them by the ears. "Come away from heah now, I gots some work for ya in the kitchen..." Mercy's voice faded and I giggled. "I'm going to cum...Soon..." My Master told me and he was looking serious, trying to hold back but not slowing down at all. "Cum inside me...I wanna feel it..." I nodded. "Yeah...Fuck yeah...Dani...Jesus..." He groaned, pushing his pelvis against me and holding himself there as I felt his thick cock throbbing inside me. Mr. Reiser was cumming hard, his hot sperm flooding my bowels with a sweet ecstasy I'd missed for far too long. I could feel him pulsing inside me, my ass muscles clamped down tight as I squeezed myself around him, wanting to make it as good for him as I could. I worked my asshole like a fist to milk my Master's cock for his semen, fucking him that way, without moving but just contracting my flesh to make the man shudder with pleasure. It was a trick, a technique I'd long perfected and sometimes I'd fuck him from start to finish in just that fashion, without a push or pull at all, but just my boy pussy loving his cock like a baby's sucking mouth. "Go down on me..." I giggled, sucking cool air into my lungs and it was what we both wanted. He'd missed me, every part of me and now that he'd had my ass, Mr. Reiser wanted the rest as well. I sighed happily, sliding my legs over his shoulders, straightening them with some small joy as he knelt to take my hard penis into his mouth. He fingered my ass, playing with my raw well-fucked hole all the while. He sucked my girl cock so good, my Master, and I was writhing beneath his sweet attentions quickly. He had all of me too, my smallish prick just some five inches long maybe and big around as the man's thumb, fitting inside his warm sucking mouth easily. He pressed his tongue out beneath the base of my penis, to tickle and lap at my smooth hairless balls. I had my hands on his head, my fingers in Mr. Reiser's hair, begging him to make me feel good. "So pretty..." Miss Corinne's voice opened my eyes and she was watching us, standing close and touching her tummy through the men's button down shirt she wore. Beneath that she wore only a pair of men's boxers loose above her long shapely legs, and I'd come to understand the woman was most happy being a man. "Mmmphhh..." Mr. Reiser agreed and the soft wet noises of his mouth working my penis eagerly filled our ears. "I love watching you two fuck." The woman decided and she was sitting down in a chair near my vanity, content to watch her new husband make love to his bedroom negra. I smiled at her, rolling my eyes with the rapture of my Master's mouth on my girl cock and I felt my orgasm rising, the tensing of my muscles pulling my small testicles tight, and my ass spasmed around Mr. Reiser's finger as he fucked it into my sperm sodden hole. I was lifting my hips off the bed, hunching my penis into his mouth and holding my lover tight as I felt my whole body seem to contract and then release with a rush of orgasmic pleasure. My cock erupted quickly, jetting semen into my Master's sucking mouth and he was ready for it, swallowing me down easily and eating my creamy seed. As always he held the last few spurts to share with me and I accepted him with open lips, letting his thick tongue push milky sperm across my own. I sucked him clean, drinking the last remains of my climax and then doing nothing else but kissing my Master deeply, sharing our breath between us for several long minutes. It was exactly what we needed, but far from satisfying. My Master and I would be making love for much of the night, I knew, and I was never so happy as that moment when I had him back in my arms. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= I was a senior now, in my last year of high school. Neither Sarah nor Venus, nor any of the niggers who'd gone to the party the year before had ever returned. Sarah had been sold to a casino in Las Vegas, where slavery was legal so long as slaves weren't actually bought or sold in the state, but indentured servitude was just fine. From what I'd heard she was working off her old master's gambling debts. He would visit her from time to time, as he did in fact still own her legally, but his real purpose was merely to lose more money, which was added to the amount Sarah would work to pay off. She was a whore now, tossing blowjobs in the Keno Room or something, I don't know. It was mostly rumor anyway, but it still made me sad. "You're looking cheered up." Mr. Davis, still my math teacher and still my regular lover at school, was smiling at me. "My Master's back from his honeymoon." I smiled at him and I had remained sitting at my desk, spreading my long smooth legs so he could see up my short black skirt as I teased him. The class was filing out of the room and unlike the year before, when I'd had math for my final period of the day, now it was my last class before lunch. That worked out just as well for us, although I did get a little hungry round two o'clock everyday. Mr. Davis tended to keep me busy for that short forty minutes we had together. Sometimes he'd keep me after school, but the fact was that once he had me in front of him, the man just didn't want to wait and I didn't mind. He was going to fuck me either way and at least I was able to go home a little earlier when we did it during lunch. "Danielle, I have something for you..." Mr. Davis said, reaching into his desk after the last student left and the door swung shut. "You do?" I gave him my sweetest smile and this wasn't the first gift he'd ever given me. Mr. Davis was in love. "Yeah." He nodded and I was always surprised that a white man could be so shy around a negra like me. He was a little red, slightly embarrassed maybe, or worried I wouldn't like whatever it was he had for me. He was married, I knew that, and even had a couple kids, but for whatever reason the man was infatuated with me and I was very careful not to break his heart. I didn't lead him on at all, how could I? I was just a slave and a bedroom negra and I couldn't refuse him anything, but I could still hurt him, I understood that much, and that was never my intention. I liked Mr. Davis. He was sweet. "Oh...What is it?" I narrowed my eyes and he was holding a little box covered in red velvet, like the sort jewelry comes in. "Open it." He swallowed thickly, setting it down on my desk and I giggled. "It's a ring." I blinked, holding the box in my hands. "Is that a real diamond?" "Yeah." Mr. Davis nodded. "Sir...This...It's an engagement ring." I almost laughed, but I didn't. It was a diamond solitaire and not a large one, but it must have cut into a teacher's paycheck pretty good. "Listen to me." Mr. Davis got down on his knee, one hand reaching for me, but stopping just short and tapping slow and softly on my desk instead. "Mr. Davis..." I was already shaking my head. "We can go North." He whispered and his eyes were on mine. "We can get across the border and I can find a job up there. We can ask for asylum, you're a slave, they'll give it to you and if we're married they'll give it to me too." "Sir..." I took his nervous hand in both of mine, leaving that ring sit all by itself on the desk. "You can't marry me. I'm a boy, least so far as anybody's gonna care." "I heard they have some places where it's legal." Mr. Davis licked his lips. "That's why I got the idea. Even if it isn't, they'll let me stay probably. They won't send me back; we can stay together, Danielle." "You can't talk like that." I was whispering too. "You get found out just thinking about that and you're going to get in trouble." "I don't care." He was shaking his head. "I love you. After this year you're going to graduate, I won't see you anymore. I need you, Dani. I love you." This was bad and my heart was pounding while I tried to reason it out. He was crazy if he thought I was going to run away with him to the North. I didn't love him for one thing and for another I was perfectly happy being a slave, more than happy, it was perfect for me. What was I going to do if I was free? Be his wife? Live in some little apartment in some town I never heard of, surrounded by people I didn't know? This was my home and I had a Master and he was the one I loved. "I know you do, sir." I nodded sincerely. "I can't run away though, don't you see that?" "You mean you can't run away with me." He said unhappily. "I mean I can't run away at all, sir." I kissed his hand. "Please, don't talk like this. We're gonna get in trouble. Let me make you feel good now, okay? Let me make it fine for you, the way you like..." I straightened his index finger, taking it into my mouth slowly, working my soft lips down his digit while I looked in the man's eyes. He was going to get himself arrested for sure if he kept talking like that, not because he wanted to go North, white folks crossed the border all the time, but talking about taking me up there was illegal as hell. He'd be guilty of sedition and aiding a runaway slave and if I wasn't careful, I'd be in trouble too. Just listening to him and then not turning him in was going to make me guilty, never mind if we did it or not, just talking like that was a crime and so was not telling anybody. "Oh, Dani..." He breathed and I was working my lips down all of his fingers, one at a time, trying to calm the man down and take his mind off those crazy ideas. "Stand up now...Come on, let me suck it for you..." I whispered. "...I'll make it so good for you, Mr. Davis..." I turned in my chair and worked the man's zipper, reaching inside his trousers while he watched. My small black hands pulled his white cock free and he was hard for me already, his manhood florid and damp with precum. I freed his heavy balls as well, rolling them in my fingers carefully while I leaned over, using my tongue at first, just tickling his cockhead with the tip, letting my soft pink tongue flutter over and under and all around before I started taking longer licks along the shaft, getting him all hot and bothered so all Mr. Davis would be thinking about was filling my mouth with his cum. "Ohhh..." He let out a long breath as I finally opened my mouth and took him inside, sucking his cock gently, making my mouth soft and wet and hot for him. I loved sucking a man's hard penis, any man's, and Mr. Davis was no exception. I liked it almost as much as fucking and I was good at it. I mouthed that man the best I knew how, taking him into my throat after spending some few minutes getting him nice and wet and slippery. I took his cock to the very root, opening my throat and then trying to swallow his cock down, my muscles pulling at him with little spasm that made Mr. Davis shiver with pleasure. I did that over and over, pulling my mouth back each time to let spit and precum drip from my chin onto the floor beneath us. I was being sloppy the way he liked, making a real mess and telling him breathlessly how much I loved sucking his big white cock. "Do you want to cum in my mouth?" I asked him innocently, smiling up into his face with wide brown eyes. "Or do you want to cum in my ass?" "Can I?" He asked, licking his lips and staring at me while I rubbed his wet cock all over my cheeks, playing with him while I caught my breath. "Cum in my ass?" I giggled softly. "I forgot to bring some condoms today, but I won't tell, if you won't." "Oh God...I won't tell...In your ass..." He was nodding and I'd been lying, of course, my Master had told me to use condoms with anyone outside our household and I'd always obeyed him, but I needed Mr. Davis to forget his crazy ideas. "Hmmm..." I giggled and pushed him back slightly, standing up and pulling my skirt around my waist. I just bent over my desk for him, playing the slut I was and wiggling my firm black ass impatiently as Mr. Davis pulled my bikini panties down slowly. I groaned as he reached beneath my ass, finding my hard girl cock and soft balls, wrapping all of my boyhood in his gentle fist and giving me a little pull which made me squeal and thrust my ass back for him. He knew me well enough after more than a year of fucking to know what I liked and it was the little things like that which always made it good. "God, I love your negra ass, Dani..." Mr. Davis was rubbing his bare cock up and down my butt crack, teasing me as I smiled at him over my shoulder. "Does your wife fuck you like this?" I laughed and he rolled his eyes. "Never in a million years." He told me, finally bringing his cockhead to my asshole and pushing against my backdoor hard, forcing the smooth helmet of his penis past my wrinkled sphincter. "Ummm...Yeah...Oh!" I pushed back as I felt the head of his cock pop inside my tight asshole and he pushed forward at the same time, pulling at my brown cheeks with his thumbs so he could see his white cock disappear inside me. Mr. Davis thrust himself completely inside, until his hairy ball sack was pressed against my own and I was already reaching beneath me, finding our balls with my hand and holding them together, his testes and mine rubbing and rolling around and that felt real nice. He wasn't moving then, not pulling away from me, but just enjoying the sensation of my soft scrotum against his. We'd done this before too and we both liked it a lot. Mr. Davis was sliding his hands up, beneath the sweater I wore to feel my smooth back, stroking my chocolate skin while I played with our balls, and his cock remained thick and steady in the hot depths of my ass. "No more talking about running away..." I told him softly, as serious as I could be and he had to listen, we were joined as intimately as two people ever were. "...You have to promise me, okay?" "Danielle..." "I mean it." I told him, being forceful as only lover can be. I wasn't his student then, or a slave, or even a negra, I was the girl he loved and he had to understand. "If you talk like that, I won't see you anymore." "What?" He swallowed hard and his hands were still moving, his cock throbbing so hard I could feel it jerking in my bowels. "I'll drop out of school." I promised. "You'll never see me again." "But...Why?" He wanted to know and so I told him a lie, or a half-truth I should say, the words he needed to hear. "I don't want to see you hurt cause of me." I said. "I love you." "You do?" He stared at me and he wasn't moving anymore, and I'd never said that before and I knew it wasn't true, but I had to make him believe me. "Yeah." I smiled, looking into his eyes and letting go of our balls. "Fuck me now...I wanna feel your cum inside me." "Oh, Dani...I love you so much..." He started moving then, fucking me slowly and then harder as the feelings grew better. Mr. Davis stroked his cock in and out of my ass, the full length of him, which wasn't so much perhaps, but still nice. He'd pull back until his cockhead was just inside my sphincter and then push deep; pulling me back with his hands on my hips so that every inch of him would find a home in my soft rectum. It felt great for me, especially since he wasn't so large as the cock I was used to getting from my Master, or most especially Tom Henry. But size really doesn't matter, at least not always, and the way I was moving around on my desk was making it good too. My hard girl cock was being worked against the glossy wood, back and forth with just enough pressure to get me off. I was going to cum like that, probably when I felt my teacher loose his thick load into my ass. I always loved that feeling of being filled with cum and not having to wear a condom was pleasant. I know Mr. Davis was enjoying it, feeling my ass riding his cock bareback. He was fucking me faster, leaning over me and I could feel his breath in my hair, his chest against my back as he grunted with every desperate thrust. "Oh Dani...Dani...I'm cumming..." His panting voice was a whisper and I could barely him above my own soft moans. I felt him though, his cock pushed deep and held there as it seemed to swell even more than it already was. I squeezed my asshole hard around him too, lifting my feet off the floor so I was just laying there, pinned to my desk and impaled on that pulsing cock as it spewed thick man cum into my boy pussy, and I was there as well. My own penis was bursting, my balls seeming to leap within that warm sack between my thighs. I was cumming hard and spilling my semen onto my desk, into my skirt as it was all scrunched up beneath my tummy. "Whew..." I giggled and stuck out my tongue as Mr. Davis pulled his penis free of my rectum slowly. "...Good fuck!" "Yeah." He grinned, leaning back against another desk and nodding. I got on my knees for him, cleaning his cock quickly, mouthing that softening muscle and tasting the remains of our union. His sperm, salty and rich with the musk of his arousal and my own asshole, a faint but distinct flavor I'd long since grown to love. I licked and sucked and swallowed every bit of our fuck I could find and then I took several long licks of the desk I'd been bent over, dragging my tongue through the smeared semen I'd left there just because I knew Mr. Davis would get a thrill from that. Most of my own climax was in my skirt though and I frowned at the stains, but all I'd be able to do about it was go to the bathroom and try to wash it out. "Dani...Danielle..." Mr. Davis called me as I was leaving the classroom. "Sir?" I paused and turned my head. "Don't forget this." He was holding the box, the engagement ring still inside it, and I bit my lip. "Just...Take it." He swallowed hard and put it in my hand. "Think about it." "You promised." I told him and Mr. Davis nodded, but I wondered if he'd keep his word or not. End of chapter 23