...of all Possible Worlds by T.S. Severe Chapter 28 I was wearing my pink short shorts, with my long brown legs on the dashboard, my feet crossed at the ankles in front of Mr. Davis while he drove. I was leaning against the passenger door mostly, with the seatback adjusted so I was comfortable. I had a tight white t-shirt, new like my shorts, and it hugged my body close, showing off my flat little tummy and especially my braless breasts. My thick black nipples were obvious and I was teasing my old teacher as much as I could. It was pretty fun and besides, he deserved it. "I need a bathroom pretty soon." I sighed, rubbing my girl cock through my shorts and I had a little hard-on down there. Playing with it felt real good and my nipples were itching. "Okay. We need some gas soon anyway." Mr. Davis nodded and he was keeping one eye on the road and one eye on my little brown toes, and the bright pink toenails that I'd painted earlier. They matched my shorts. "Where are we?" I wondered and there was a half folded map in the backseat but I was too lazy to reach for it. I wasn't much good with those things anyhow, all the lines and dots and stuff just confused me. "We just went through Albuquerque an hour ago." The man chuckled. "Didn't you notice?" "I was busy blowin on my toes." I shrugged. "Do you like my toes?" "Hmm? Yeah, I like your toes." Mr. Davis smiled. "I look at your legs though and..." "What?" I narrowed my brown eyes suspiciously, like he was going to say something bad. "I can't believe you're a boy." He glanced at me and shook his head. "I mean it." "I'm not a boy." I giggled and moved my left foot down to feel his semi-hard cock in his trousers. "If I was, you'd be a queer, though, huh?" "Shoot...Don't do that..." He complained. "Don't do what?" I asked innocently, rubbing his cock with my foot, feeling it getting stiffer. "It's hard enough driving just sitting next to you." "It's not hard enough yet!" I grinned. "But pretty soon it will be." "Dani...Jesus..." "You sure do complain a lot for a negra thief." I laughed at him. "I'm not stealing you, I'm freeing you." Mr. Davis said. "So we can..." "Get married, yeah." I rolled my eyes. "That's what you keep saying." "Come on, be nice okay?" He took my foot in his hand, wrapping his fingers around it and giving me a little massage in his lap. "I am nice." I said. "I'm always nice. You're the one who hit me, remember?" "I told you I was sorry about that." "Yeah, me too. But I'm never going to forget it either." "Danielle..." He sighed. "Nobody ever hit me before." I said, like I was just talking to myself. "Not like that. No sir." "I'm sorry, I swear I am." Mr. Davis was sorry too, but I'd felt his anger and it was in him and always would be. He'd hit me once, so I knew he'd do it again. The first time was probably the hardest anyway, like anything else. "There's a gas station." He said, happy to change the subject. It was almost sunset and we could see the bright lights of the Deutsch Petroleum sign looming about a hundred feet in the desert air. It had a big green swastika blinking on and off. "Can I go to the ladies room this time?" I asked him and Mr. Davis shook his head. "No, use the men's room again." He told me and I frowned at that. He wasn't letting me out of his sight until we were safely in Nevada. "Whatever." I shrugged. "I'm not gonna pee standing up though, not this time." "What's the difference?" He asked and we'd argued about that before. "I'm a girl! That's the difference." I said and that was all the explanation he should have needed in my opinion. "You've got a dick anyway." Mr. Davis laughed. "It's not a dick, it's just a girl cock, and I'm not standing up so some fat truck driver can laugh at me again." I told him. "He wasn't laughing, Dani." "He wasn't peeing either." I retorted. "The guy was jerking off standing next to me." "Yeah, yeah." "I'm serious." I snorted. "How would you like it if you tried to pee while some big hairy guy was playing with his dick just a foot away from you?" Mr. Davis didn't say anything. "A real boyfriend would have beaten that guy up." I said. "Woulda hit him right upside the head for doing that." "Okay, that's enough. Alright?" "Oh, right. I forgot." I smiled sarcastically. "You only hit girls." "Danielle..." He warned me. "Okay, okay." I blinked at him. "Sorry, I didn't know you were so sensitive about it." "Just behave yourself." Mr. Davis said. "Put your shoes on now." We were pulling into the big service station, which was crowded with cars and trucks. There was a restaurant there, as well as the gas station, and it was about the time of day when people wanted to eat and I felt my tummy growl a little. There were bathrooms inside and outside of the place, the nicer ones inside would be for white's only, of course. The restrooms outside were for blacks and anyone else who cared to use them and so Mr. Davis was parking near those, at the side of the building. I didn't say anything as we stopped, but just hopped out of the car and stretched, giving some passing white boys a good look at my body. I held my hands high above my head and arched my back with a happy groan of pleasure, giving the teenagers a little pose. We'd been driving some six hours at least. "Hey negra." One of the boys said and he looked all of fourteen and he liked my long brown legs and heavy black tits just fine. "What you sayin' hey for, dummy?" The other boy said and they looked like brothers, him being a little older. He was checking out my ass anyway. "Sir." I smiled shyly and dropped my eyes as I ended my stretch, only because I liked teasing the young man that way. "Come on." Mr. Davis was taking me by the hand, pulling me towards the bathroom. "Stop showing off." "Huh? What did I do?" I giggled. "I thought you had to use the bathroom?" He shook his head and he was leading me to the men's room. "God." I frowned. "I hate this. I ain't standing up." I didn't have any choice though, except maybe the bushes or something, so I pushed the door open and walked in like I owned the place. I wasn't going to use a urinal though, I shook my head at that, and there were a couple men in there already, white men standing at the wall and holding their cocks. They blinked at me and I did my best to ignore them, giving Mr. Davis all my dirty looks so those guys would know it wasn't my fault I was in there. "Use that one, down there at the end." Mr. Davis had let me go and he was gonna watch me all the way til I went in the stall. Actually he decided to watch me in the stall and he stopped me from closing the door, pushing it back open before I could latch it, and I blinked at him. "Leave it open." He said. "What? Why? You think I'm gonna flush myself down the toilet and escape?" I stared at him. "Jesus." "Just leave it open." My teacher sighed. "And hurry up." "Shoot." I frowned, unsnapping my tiny pink shorts and pushing them down, then my little lace thong I'd bought too. "It isn't very clean in here." "Clean enough." He chuckled. "Got negra trouble?" I heard a man laugh. "I like to keep an eye on her." Mr. Davis shrugged and I couldn't see who he was talking to. "You selling her?" Another man asked. "How's that?" Mr. Davis wondered and I was finally peeing, which felt really good. "You know. You selling head jobs?" The man said. "No." Mr. Davis chuckled. "Nothing like that." "Shit, I'll give you twenty bucks." The first man told my teacher. "Be real quick too, if she's any good at it." "Twenty?" When Mr. Davis said that, I bet my jaw almost hit the floor, like he'd actually whore me out in truck stop men's room. "I got it right here." The guy said and I suppose he was showing his money. "Yeah, okay. What the hell." Mr. Davis agreed and I shook my head at him but he gave me a look. "Danielle, time to earn your keep." Mr. Davis said and about then a large white man, one of the guys who'd been pissing, stepped into the stall and he was already reaching for his zipper. I pressed my thighs together and kept my hands over my penis, because this man didn't look like the sort of person who would want his cock sucked by a faggot. He was big and strong and looked like his nose had been broken more than once. That's what I'd be too, a faggot I mean, if they found out my little secret and I had half a mind to try and refuse, but that wasn't going to work. So far as these guys knew, I was just a cute little negra with long legs and nice tits. A slave that did what she was told, no more and no less. Saying no would get me a bitch whippin' probably and then raped maybe, or worse once they figured out I was a boy. A real ass kicking and I didn't need that! I was a little anxious around blue collar types, as you can tell, and I didn't know them enough to trust them. I swallowed nervously and my heart beat faster as the man pulled his flaccid cock loose. It was short, but very thick and he stepped close, urging me to suck him hard. I didn't want to, not at all, but there wasn't any choice in it and I reluctantly opened my mouth so he could push his spongy cockhead between my lips. I tasted him all sweaty and bitter with salty piss, and I almost gagged, but thankfully I didn't. I just closed my eyes and moved my mouth back and forth slowly, using my tongue only as much as I had to in order to make him feel good. "Uh-Heh...Good negra, suck it...She got a sweet mouth, boys!" He announced loudly for everyone who was in the place. There were more people in there than just Mr. Davis and the two men I'd heard talking, I knew that. I could hear some friendly chuckles and men talking to the man they thought was my owner, making deals to get their cocks sucked as well. He was going to let me blow as many guys as wanted it, twenty dollars a pop to fuck my face, and I burned with the humiliation of it. I was sitting on a dirty toilet with my panties around my knees, sucking off strangers. For some reason my girl cock was getting hard too and I really didn't want it to. I didn't know why either, most of me didn't think I was turned on at all by what was happening, but I guess some other part of me did like it, or some of it anyway. My penis was rising under my fingers and I just kept my thighs together, working my stretched lips over the man's fat cock. I started washing him more eagerly now with my tongue as my mouth began to grow slick and full of precum and saliva. I was swallowing and breathing through my nose and working that prick good, wanting to bring him off as soon as I could. "Sweet Bobby Lee, this girl sucks dick good!" He had his meaty fingers in my hair, pulling my mouth down his prick faster while he pushed with his hips. "Christ!" He was going to cum and at least the guy hadn't lied about that, he wasn't taking long at all. Probably just five minutes after we started, I felt his thick manhood spasm against my writhing tongue and greasy sperm suddenly filled my mouth to overflowing. This guy must not have cum for a week or maybe two, it was a lot of semen! I swallowed a bunch with the first quick gulp, but then I coughed on it, sperm spilling out of my mouth as the man held my head tight, determined not to let me go until he was finished with me. I got control of myself anyway and swallowed all of his cum, keeping his cock in my mouth all the while and finally licking and sucking him clean while he softened. He held me a half minute longer and then pulled away, leaving me hot and breathless, licking my bruised lips and looking down while he patted my head, like I was a dog who knew a really good trick. "Thanks for the suck job." He chuckled and then yelled, "Next!" Another man took his place immediately. Tall and rail thin and dressed like a cowboy, chewing on a toothpick. His cock was long and thin like its owner and all I could do was suck him. He'd paid his money already and now he wanted his blowjob. I didn't take all of him, even though he wanted me to, and I could have deep throated him easily, but I wasn't going to. I was just sucking to get these guys off, so I mostly mouthed the head and a few inches down the shaft, following my lips closely with my right hand. I'd tongue them underneath and jerk the guys off while I covered my throbbing girl cock up with my left hand and thighs. I gave six blowjobs in half an hour, maybe forty minutes. None of those guys lasted long and I was glad. A couple of them had wanted to fuck me, but even for thirty five dollars Mr. Davis wasn't going to let that happen. Someone would find out I wasn't a real girl for sure if I had to bend over, so I just gave them blowjobs and made my new owner a hundred and twenty dollars, which was a lot of money, really. He was happy about it, even if I was decidedly mixed on the deal. I stood up after the last guy was gone and it was safe, exposing my aching girl penis to Mr. Davis and he just laughed at me, adding to my embarrassment, and shaking his head. I frowned, tucking my erection down the best I could and fixing my panties and shorts so it was hidden pretty good, although there was a bit of a bulge if anyone cared to notice. Nothing I could do about that and I washed my hands and then my face in the sink before we left. "Come on, we'll go eat." Mr. Davis told me. "Or are you full already? You want some dessert, Dani?" "That's not funny." I said under my breath, because there were a lot of people around, white people and they wouldn't understand an uppity negra talking back to her master. "Yeah it is." Mr. Davis chuckled. "You liked it too, don't say you didn't." He held the door open for me and a black boy was right there to take us to a segregated section of the restaurant. There weren't a lot of white people in that part of the place, of course. Mostly slaves and freeborn blacks ate by themselves, even if they were traveling with their owners. But a few masters ate with their niggers and so it wasn't really strange or anything. The only thing that made it weird was that I looked too good to be eating at a truck stop. Even after sucking off six strangers, I was still beautiful, and there probably weren't a lot of real bedroom negras who'd come through those doors. The people eating in there couldn't even have afforded a house nigger probably and I'll admit I was bit arrogant walking past all those white men staring at me, some of them sitting with their Plain Jane wives who pointedly ignored me and gave their husbands dirty looks. That just made what had happened to me seem that much worse, those people thinking I was a negra slut and that's what I was right then. I'd been tossing out twenty dollar blowjobs in a men's room, like I was some nasty ass whore working a street corner in Orleans or something. It was insulting and if we'd been by ourselves I would have been letting Mr. Davis know exactly how I felt. As it was though I had to sit there and smile and play the good negra, calling Mr. Davis 'sir' like he owned me for real. "I can't believe you did that to me." I said, picking at some fried chicken and knowing I couldn't eat too much of it. That stuff was all fat and in truth, my tummy was a little full. I'd swallowed a lot of sperm! Six big loads of it. "It wasn't that bad, come on." Mr. Davis was eating a burger and he talked with his mouth full. "You're good at it and I saw how much you liked it anyway." "I don't know what I liked." I stared at him and I was just whispering. "But I didn't like that." "Heh." He snorted and he didn't believe me at all and I realized he just thought I was a whore. "You think I'm a whore, huh?" I asked him seriously. "I mean it, that's what you think." "Well..." He shrugged and smiled a little sheepishly. "...Isn't that what a bedroom negra is?" "No!" I said and that was kind of loud, so I added a "Sir." at the end of it. "Yeah it is." Mr. Davis decided. "You were living in that big house, wearing those nice clothes, driving that fancy sports car and all you ever had to do was spread your legs for the man." "Is that why you took me?" I asked him, pushing my plate away and leaning across the table. "Because Mr. Reiser has more money than you?" "Shut-up, eat your dinner now." Mr. Davis frowned and I knew I'd hit a nerve. "You couldn't afford me if you saved your whole life for it." I told him. "And even if you could, you wouldn't know what to do with me. You got me blowing truck drivers in a toilet. I could do that for ten years and it wouldn't even pay for my tits." I laughed at him and leaned back, shaking my head. "Some people don't deserve to have any money." I decided. "That's why they ain't got any." "You better shut your mouth, Danielle." Mr. Davis was staring at me, eyes up with his head down slightly. "Maybe we could just live here." I shrugged. "Live out of the car and I could suck off strangers for food money. Is that your plan when we get to Seattle or wherever it is?" "Let's go." Mr. Davis had had enough of me by then and he wiped his mouth and dropped his napkin, setting his face like there was nothing wrong. "Fine." I sighed, standing up slowly and then I about had my shoulder dislocated as Mr. Davis yanked me along behind him. "Ow!" I frowned at him and some people were watching, which would only make the man even angrier than he already was. "Get your black ass over here!" He was dragging me hard, jerking my arm every now and then and I was groaning because it hurt. Owww...Hey...Stop it..." I was protesting, but none of that was doing me any good. "Over here, damn it!" He was really mad, I realized, and Mr. Davis shoved me over the back of his car, holding me down by my neck so my cheek was pressed against the cold metal. I made some noise, but mostly I was just frightened by then and I realized he was taking off his belt. The man was going to strap me right there in the parking lot! I really started struggling then, but he kept me down, using his left hand to keep me there while he swung his belt with his right. He spanked my ass at first, but that wasn't good enough since I had shorts on, or maybe his aim just wasn't that good. Either way I screamed with pain when I felt the leather bite into the back of my thighs, where there wasn't any protection at all. "You stupid whore...Fucking negra bitch!" Mr. Davis was panting. "You don't talk like that to me, you black cunt!" I was sobbing, that belt seeming like it was made out of fire as it bit into my soft flesh over and over. He was going crazy with it, whipping me as hard as he could and my legs burned from the back of my knees up to the swell of my ass cheeks where my shorts started. I wasn't fighting him anymore, not at all, I just sobbed and heaved soggy breaths of cool night air into my lungs. I was shaking everywhere, my whole body contracting against the pain like I could make myself smaller and less vulnerable somehow. And I was hard too. That was the worst, my girl cock was aching with a pleasure all its own, like my feverish brain was gone insane, confusing the good with the bad and sending the wrong signals to my penis. My nipples too, as they were hard and flashing hot and cold. I knew this was that part of me that always wanted to be punished and humiliated, and forced to do the things I thought I didn't like. It was a devil inside me and always had been, and I hated and loved it all at once. It was maybe the reason I'd pushed Mr. Davis like I had, because I wanted to be punished for liking what I'd done in the men's room. Or maybe I was horny after sucking all those strangers and I wanted to be fucked. "Fuck me..." I sobbed "Fuck me...Please..." I could barely get the words out, but the man heard me and he stopped whipping me. "What?" He gasped, being out of breath himself. "What did you say?" "I'm sorry...I...Just fuck me...I want it..." I wasn't moving and Mr. Davis wasn't holding me down anymore. "Come here now." He pulled me off the car almost violently. My teacher fished his keys out of his pocket, fumbling with them as he opened the driver's door and reaching inside to unlock the rear passenger door. Mr. Davis was shoving me onto the back seat, onto the half-folded map and old traveling trash that collects on a long drive. He tore at the snap of my shorts and yanked them down my long legs, over and off my feet as I kicked to help him, and my face was hot and wet with tears. I was nodding and pulling my thong aside for the man, spreading my legs and hungry for the swollen cock he was freeing from his trousers. We didn't care who might see us, all we knew was that we had to fuck and no one was going to care anyway. Mr. Davis was just as desperate as I was by then and whipping me had been good for both of us somehow. He climbed in, wasting no time at all as he brought his stiff penis to my asshole, guiding himself to press against my exposed anus while I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed his face urgently. He shoved hard with hips, driving his cock inside me all at once and I gasped, feeling my rectum pierced with pleasure, and I lifted myself against it. He fucked me deep and fast while I stabbed my tongue into his mouth, clutching Mr. Davis as if my life depended on it. My heart was a hammer beneath my heaving breasts and all I could feel was the fire in my belly, the lingering pain in my thighs from his cruel belt. "I'm sorry...Ohhh...Thank you...Ah! Fuck me..." I was saying all of those things and more, my cock suddenly erupting between us, trapped as it was between my sticky tummy and his soft cotton shirt. I was cumming from fucking that cock inside me passionately, as if I'd never made love before in my life and I didn't know what or why or how, only that I had to. "Yeah, Dani...Jesus, I love you...Fuck! I'm fucking you!" Mr. Davis was kissing me as well, in between gasps and groans and breathless words of devotion. He was going to cum soon, only a few minutes after we'd started and I pulled the man hard against me when I felt it. My owner's cock jerking inside my ass, pressing against my soft warm muscles as I squeezed myself around him, milking his balls dry. His seed was soothing almost, indistinct and warm and I wasn't letting him go, not for several minutes after he'd finished his orgasm. I held Mr. Davis tight and kissed his face and told him I was sorry for being such a bad negra. It was contrary to every thought it my head, every feeling in my heart, but right then it was how I felt. Like the man owned me and that was all I'd ever wanted, to be owned. This talk of being free, he had to understand I was a slave. I'd even be his slave if the man would just own me like he did right then. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Later, as we drove on into the night, I was changing my mind. I felt guilty for enjoying that strapping like I had. I felt really guilty for wanting sex and then getting it, and telling Mr. Davis I was sorry and thanking him for what he'd done. I tried to remember if I'd told the man I loved him and even if I hadn't said it out loud, I'd been saying it on the inside, so it didn't matter. I'd betrayed Mr. Reiser and that made me feel almost physically sick. I hid it though, riding along in that car and feeling my teacher's sperm still deep inside me as I sat there dressed once more in my thong and shorts. Mr. Davis had changed his shirt, since I'd made a mess with my orgasm, and that had pleased him a lot. He's made me cum like a little girl while he fucked me. I felt bad about it though, since it was absolute proof that I wasn't nearly so righteous and outraged and indignant as I pretended to be all the time. Yeah, Mr. Davis was in a fine mood and reenergized, eager to reach Nevada, and so he was going to drive a long ways this night. I felt his hand on my leg, stroking me in the dark and it reminded me of how sore I was on the backside of my thighs. I had welts from the spanking he'd given me, long stripes across my dark skin that felt bumpy and rough where I should have been soft and smooth as silk. They'd go away though and I just closed my eyes, wondering why I was the way I was, and what I was going to do about it. End of chapter 28 http://www.asstr.org/~rache/index.htm T.S.Severe@gmail.com