Possible Worlds

...of all Possible Worlds by T.S. Severe Chapter 32 "Welcome to Tucson." Drew said softly into my ear. "Hmmm?" I blinked around sleepily and sat up with a stretch. "Oh, I fell asleep." "Just a little while." He smiled and we were stopped. "I was falling asleep myself. Come on we'll get a little breakfast and then get a little bed." "A big bed." I grinned. "A big breakfast too." We were at a place called the Cactus Ranch, which was hardly that. It was a two floor motel painted cactus green and a neon lit diner dressed in pink. The sun was just coming up to the east and we'd been driving at least five hours or so. It felt good just walking around. There was a sign in the window of the diner I'd never seen before. "Niggers Welcome." I read it aloud and looked at Drew as he reached for the handle. "What's that mean?" "Means they don't segregate." Drew said with a little smile, like I should have known that. "There aren't enough slaves around to justify the expense for small places like this." "Oh." I smiled. "So it's a little warning for the white folks." "Yeah, I guess. Or the blacks maybe." Drew laughed, holding the door open for me and bell tinkled above my head. "In a nice way though." "Mornin'. Seat yourselves." A red haired woman called out and she was taking someone's order at the counter. "I'll be right with you." We did just that, taking a booth away from the windows. It wasn't an overly large place, but they had some dozen customers and I was the only black face in there. Some men gave me some looks, but otherwise nobody seemed to care one way or the other. There was an old fashioned jukebox against the far wall, silent this morning, and every booth had a little music selector in it, a half round box with a knob on top and buttons like the jukebox. I hadn't seen one of those before and I giggled, flipping through the CD covers, but I didn't want to hear any music at five thirty in the morning. "You know something I was thinking about?" Drew asked after the waitress had brought us some water, poured some coffee first thing, and left some menus in our hungry hands. "Hotcakes?" I grinned at him, pulling some black hair out of my eyes. "Uh, no." He smiled. "I was thinking if, uh, you don't have a tattoo anymore..." "What?" I looked up from the menu. "...You're about as free as a black girl can be." Drew said softly, leaning across the table a little. "I mean it's just something to think about." "I like being a slave. I'm not ashamed of it at all." I told him. "Not like some of those niggers you see on TV sometimes, you know, going to rehabilitation and such?" "I know." He nodded. "I think it's good, you being a slave and I admire your devotion, I do." "Then what are you trying to say?" I giggled. "I don't know." Drew shrugged. "I guess what I'm trying to say is, I wish you were my slave." "Mmmm..." I smiled and rocked on the fake red leather bench seat, nodding with my whole body. "Would you whip me?" "If you were a bad, I would." He shrugged, taking me seriously. "I wouldn't like doing it, but that's part of it." "My Master wouldn't ever whip me, I don't think." I sighed. "No matter what?" Drew narrowed his eyes and they were a lot softer, warmer now that we were someplace else, it seemed to me. "Well, I don't know." I admitted. "I think he'd sell me before he whipped me, to tell the truth." "That ain't right." Drew shook his head. "He loves me." I said. "He'd marry me if he could. I'm his mistress more than his slave, not even really a bedroom negra. It's like we really are married mostly." "Marrying a slave is foolish, if you want my honest opinion." Drew looked up as the red headed woman was back and we ordered our food. "Well, he can't marry me." I said after she was gone, taking the laminated menus with her. "Right, but even talking about it, like pretending you could?" Drew shook his head. "It's okay to love a slave, I mean it really is. Like loving anything else, you know? But it's not the same as loving someone your own color." "You don't think people can fall in love?" I asked him. "I mean, forget color and whatever, just people. They can't fall in love?" "They can, yeah." Drew shrugged. "And they do, but that don't make it right. People do all sorts of foolish stuff." "Maybe they don't have any choice in it." I said. "Like me being mostly a girl, it's in my genes. Maybe love's like that too." "Maybe." Drew allowed. "But everybody's got a choice too. You got a choice and your owner too. Love's the same way." "Yeah, I know." I smiled, not feeling like I had much choice at all really. "So you wouldn't spoil me at all then?" "Well, I dunno." Drew grinned. "Define spoil for me." "Ohhhh...Like buy me fancy clothes, nice jewelry..." "That ain't spoiling you. He still owns that stuff, come on...What do you really mean?" "Well." I took a sip of water. "What about like sharing the same bedroom, you know, like permanently? Even after you marry a white woman." "You share his bedroom?" Drew looked at me. "Yeah." I giggled. "His big bathroom too. It's like, our room." "Yeah, that's too much." The man nodded. "Where's his wife sleep?" "In another room." I shrugged. "She's a little different anyway though." "Heh!" Drew snorted with a grin. "I guess so. Shoot, that is spoiled." "Yeah." I nodded. "It made me bad at first, like really bad. I almost had one of the house niggers whipped cause he wouldn't fuck me." "What?" Drew stared at me. "Yeah, I swear. I was mad and my Master was gonna do it too." I was giggling and we both knew it hadn't been funny at the time, but that had been a long time before so it was okay. "I'd have whipped you just for thinking you could get away with something like that." "Mmmm..." I sighed. "...Yeah, he shoulda whipped me for that." "Anyway, slavery wasn't meant for the bedroom anyways." Drew said. "Not even for households, really. A slave's gotta pay for himself somehow and, well, like you..." "Me?" "Yeah, you're a bedroom negra. How much money do you make for your master?" He looked at me and we knew the answer. "None at all. If every white man in the South had a bedroom negra, shit, the whole country would collapse." "It would not!" I laughed at him. "Hell yeah it would." He nodded. "Think about it, it'd be like feeding a couple million people who didn't grow anything. Didn't make anything or build anything. All they do is consume and..." "Fuck?" I stuck my tongue out at him. "...Look pretty." Drew chuckled. "Can't run a country on looking pretty." "Hollywood does." I giggled. "Yeah, but there aren't a lot of slaves in Hollywood." Drew said. "Not a lot of black people at all. How many black actors do you know in Hollywood? They're the racist ones, but they're always pointing a finger at us." "Yeah." I agreed with that. "They are a bunch of hypocrites. I heard it's because black folks don't go to movies as much as white folks. They just want to make money." "Yeah, well, maybe if they had some good black actors more black people would go." Drew shrugged. "Nashville has a lot of black actors, good ones too." I nodded. "Yeah, see, nobody gets that do they?" "What's that?" "Like other countries, even the North, they figure all the white people hate the black people here." I said. "And the other way around too." "It's not like that." Drew frowned. "I know." I said hastily. "I'm just saying other places think it has to be cause of slavery and segregation and all that stuff. Like it's bad or something." "Yeah." Drew was nodding. "Every white person I every met liked black people just fine, I mean on the whole." I looked at Drew. "Don't you think so?" "Yeah, I agree with you." The man shrugged. "We need black people, everybody knows that. We wouldn't have anything if it wasn't for slaves, they're as much a part of the country as anybody." "I know it." I smiled. "So that's why it's okay spoiling a few bedroom negras, right?" "Ohhhh..." Drew laughed at me. "...That's your whole argument there? And you got me agreeing with you too, huh?" "No, I don't know." I shrugged. "I'm just saying slaves are like anybody else, you got some in the lower class, and some in the middle class, and you have a few in the upper class." "Like you." It was Drew's turn to stick his tongue out at me and the waitress was right there to give him a funny look. "Yeah." I nodded happily. "Like me." =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= "Well, it isn't the biggest bed." Drew smiled at me. "But it'll do." He'd gotten us a motel room after breakfast and now we were in it. It was small and cheap, but clean at least and smelling of pine oil. It made my nose itch "Yeah, it'll do." I grinned, just about jumping onto the soft mattress. "We need to get you some clothes." "Yeah, I shoulda gone home and got some stuff before leaving." He shrugged. He was just wearing his brown uniform trousers and a white t-shirt. He'd left all his deputy stuff back at the station, including his gun, although Drew had considered bringing it. I'd said no to that though, there was too much badness waiting to happen there and we needed all the goodness we could get. "Come on over here now, see if you can get these buttons undone for me." I smiled, biting my bottom lip as I lay there. "Oh? You having a hard time reaching those?" Drew laughed because all the buttons were on the front of my dress. "Uh-Huh." I nodded slowly. Not so long later we were naked on that bed and that was nice. Drew's body was firm, muscular and hard, and I enjoyed feeling him under my hands and against my breasts. He lay on top of me, with my long brown legs spread around his hips, kissing my mouth while I caressed his neck and back. The man's cock was wonderfully thick, hot and strong with his desire, and he worked it against my own smaller penis. He enjoyed that as much as anything else, I suspected. Just that new experience of his nice stiff cock riding along mine, was making him hot and the man had been dreaming of this since he hit puberty, most likely "Jesus, you're so sexy." He breathed, our bodies moving against each other as if we were making love. "I never thought I'd find a girl I liked." I giggled at that and kissed him lightly, stroking his short brown hair with my fingertips. "I want to make love to you." Drew said softly. "Okay?" "Yeah, it's okay." He really was like a little boy right then and I found it seriously sweet. "Put it in me...It's okay." He'd never had sex before, which seemed almost unreasonable to me. Drew was twenty-one years old and a virgin. I had to remind myself that the world, the real world, wasn't very much like mine at all in a lot of ways. I was a slave and a bedroom negra and I did things that a lot of people couldn't even imagine, and probably they didn't want to. People who lived normal lives, working and going to school and looking for a person to love. I missed that sometimes, but mostly I found it pretty amusing how I'd been so innocent before I'd met Mr. Reiser and become his slave. "Is it going to hurt?" Drew asked me and I was reaching under my right leg as I lifted it high, finding his turgid penis with my hand and guiding him to my boy pussy. "No, it's going to feel really good." I promised. "I don't want to hurt you." He said seriously and his brown eyes searched mine. "Shhh...Trust me, okay?" I giggled. "I want to feel you inside me." I thought he was probably the first virgin who'd ever fucked me and it was cute, but almost teasing in a way as well. I really just wanted the boy to push his cock inside me, to hold me tight and fuck me hard, but I had to be patient. Drew wanted me to like him, and so he wanted me to like our sex, as if there was any way I wouldn't. That was okay though, it was making my heart skip a beat every now and again just because nobody had ever showed this much concern over fucking me, not even my Master the first time we'd done it, when he'd taken my virginity. "I feel it." He smiled and blinked his eyes rapidly, licking his lips and I nodded. "Push now, slowly...Just push your cock inside..." I whispered and his cockhead was already stretching my sphincter and then I felt my anus being forced slowly open as the man sought entry into my body. "Ohhhh..." He swallowed hard and I wrapped my legs around Drew's waist as his cockhead slipped easily past the tight ring of my asshole. "Yeah...That's nice..." I sighed. "..."Keep going, fill me up with your big cock. Put it all the way inside me now, fuck me with it...Fuck me..." I dug my heels into the small of his back and pulled at the man's shoulder's with my hands. I kept my eyes on his, staring into him as I felt his swollen member making a home out of my tight rectum. It was a good fit as Drew wasn't overly long, but thick enough so it really felt good for me. I liked having my asshole stretched by a strong man and he was moving slowly, sawing his cock in and out of me as his instincts finally overcame his inexperience. Everybody knows how to fuck. "Dani...God, you're so hot inside..." Drew groaned and he was balls deep by then, as far inside me as he could get, and holding himself there so he could kiss me. I sucked his tongue lazily, making sure it was a deep, romantic kiss. The best kiss Drew had ever had in his life to go along with the new pleasure of having his cock buried inside my ass. I held his mouth to mine, refusing to let him go, like I wanted to kiss him forever, and he finally just started moving for me. We made out while we fucked, which really is the best way to do it the first time you make love. Joined with our lips and with our bodies, being overwhelmed with not just the physical pleasure, but the emotional joy as well, it was awesome. We were making love right then and we knew it. "Yeah...uh...Harder, like that..." I nodded and we were both hot and breathless, panting for air and smiling after our long kiss. "Like this? Is that good?" Drew asked and I giggled happily, moving my ass beneath him, rolling my hips as best I could and enjoying his not unpleasant weight upon my body. "Yeah." I agreed. "Like that...Make me cum with your big hard cock in my ass." "Ummm..." He laughed lightly and widened his eyes. "...You're gonna cum?" "Oh yeah, it feel good." I told him and my girl cock was trapped between us, just the way I liked it. The erotic intimacy of our bodies moving together felt very good for me and my penis throbbed with the pleasure of it, leaking precum to stain our stomachs, and I used my legs and arms to keep the pressure on me. I liked the feel of Drew's smooth chest against my aching tits, his hot flesh rubbing my swollen nipples and adding fuel to the fire in my belly. I could feel his heavy balls, soft and lightly furred in his sack. When he'd go deep inside me, they'd press against my ass for a brief second and then he'd pull back so he could do it again. I was going to cum very soon and the only question was if I could hold out long enough for Drew to join me. He was getting close as well and that wasn't surprising I suppose, given it was the first time he ever had real sex with anyone. He was pumping me harder with nice long strokes, working his dick in and out of my boy pussy like we'd been doing it forever. I squeezed my ass around him, flexing my soft little muscles the way I'd learned to do it over the previous two years of pleasuring my Master. I wasn't exactly sure what it felt like, but I knew it had to be good and Drew was scrunching up his handsome face, closing his eyes and trying very hard to hold his rapture back. "I'm gonna cum!" I whispered urgently. "Fuck me Drew, cum with me. I want to feel you cumming in my ass...Ohhhh fuck..." I groaned softly and pulled the boy hard against me as my cock pulsed between our bodies, trapped and hot and damp, spilling my semen across our joined flesh. That was all it took for Drew, my ass contracting hard around him with every beat of my excited heart. A few seconds later he gasped, thrusting his cock into me with short quick strokes, keeping his cockhead as deep as he could while his balls unleashed his climax into my burning rectum. "Mmmphhh..." I was kissing him again, making love with our mouths while his passion filled my body with a warmth that was like nothing else in the world. It was really good sex, lasting just ten minutes at the very most, but that was okay. We'd take a little breather and smile and kiss and then do it again, I was sure. The second time around, he'd last longer and that would be really great, riding his cock until we were dying to cum. I planned on fucking the boy until his balls were empty and then falling asleep in his strong arms, feeling myself full of his seed. It made me feel complete somehow and it really was my favorite thing in the world, being full of a man's sperm and held safe and warm by someone who loved me. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= "So you think women should be able to vote?" I asked and we were driving east into the dark after sleeping all day and having some dinner at the diner. "Sure, why not? They have jobs, some of them, they pay taxes." Drew shrugged. "They could do it before the war anyways, it didn't hurt anything." "That would be weird." I thought out loud. "But not slaves though, right?" "No, not slaves." He shook his head. "What about abortion?" "I don't know, it sorta depends on the reason." "Yeah." I nodded. "It's legal in Tennessee, but only for slaves." "I think it's like that most places." Drew nodded. "White women know better anyway." "You think so?" I laughed. "There's a lot of them sneak in though." "What?" He looked at me. "White women getting abortions?" "Yeah." I nodded. "The ones with nigger babies in their bellies." "How do you know?" "This girl I know, her mistress had like three abortions." I told him truthfully. "Everytime she'd make the appointment for the negra, acting like she was bringing the girl in for the abortion, but it was really for that white woman." "Really?" Drew snorted softly. "That happen a lot?" "Probably." I shrugged. "There's a club in Memphis for white women and about all they do is have sex with niggers. They call it a social club, but it's just a bunch of rich women having sex mostly." "Oh yeah?" "Yeah, I've been there before. I've seen it." I said. "There's one for men too, that's where my Master brings me mostly." "Do the men at the club, do they know you're not a real girl?" Drew asked. "Some of them." I nodded. "There's fags there, it's like the only place they can relax, you know? The South has all those laws about what you can do, and who you can love and stuff..." "Yeah, we got a few." Drew smiled. "...Sometimes people just have to relax or they go a little crazy, I think." I laid myself down on the big seat, putting my head on Drew's lap while he drove. "That could be true." The boy stroked my hair. "I mean, I know the bible says God made men and women to be fruitful and all, so boys ain't supposed to love each other, but God sure did make me queer." I looked up at him. "You too, right?" "Yeah, He did." Drew took a breath. "I didn't ask for it." "Neither did my Master." I agreed. "Or Miss Corinne, my Mistress. She's queer too, except she's got a woman's body, so it mostly works out okay for her." "What?" Drew laughed. "Never mind." I giggled. "She's a mite complicated. You'll see when you meet her." "I'll take your word for that, Danielle." He nodded. "Anyway..." I sighed and we just rode in silence for a little bit and that didn't bother us at all. We were comfortable together. It was a short night of driving for us, as Drew thought we should stop in El Paso. It was a long ways across southern Texas, he told me, and the next decent sized city was a good six hours away maybe, across the desert. Some four and a half hours was far enough for me anyway. I'd been doing a lot of sitting since the afternoon Mr. Davis had stolen me from school. "Let's go do something!" I grinned at Drew, bouncing my butt on the bed in our new motel room like I couldn't sit still. It wasn't even midnight yet and we'd slept all day. "What do you feel like doing?" He asked and I kind of shrugged, because I didn't know. "You like dancing?" "Yeah, that'd be fun." I nodded. "You think there's a place we can go?" "Hmmm...I dunno, we'll ask around." He looked down at himself and he still didn't have any decent clothes, just wearing that bottom half of his deputy's uniform and a t-shirt. I started digging through my suitcase and I wondered if my pink short shorts were clean enough for me to wear. I loved those things. "Wherever we go, I reckon it'll have to be informal." Drew chuckled. "Yeah, probably have to go to the dark side of town." I agreed. "That be okay for you?" "Wherever." Drew shrugged. "I'm from Winslow, remember? We only had one side of town there and it was closed after the sun went down." I giggled at that and decided my shorts were too dirty. I found a new skirt, a light blue one with the price tag still attached, and it was loose and long and pleated, coming down to my knees. It looked nice though and I had a skimpy yellow halter top to go with it. Drew watched me get dressed and I wiggled my eyebrows at him as I took off my clothes, getting naked and then stepping into the skirt. "I ain't wearing panties tonight." I grinned at him and I could see he was getting a little hard-on in his trousers. "No bra neither." "I guess not." Drew nodded slowly. "You just be careful how you sit." "Heh." I stuck my tongue out at him. "I've been careful sitting since I was born." "Oh?" "It never did me much good." I giggled. "Least not after I became a bedroom negra." I made my face up pretty, as much as I could with the little bit of makeup I had with me, but I didn't need a lot anyway. Seventeen year old girls rarely do. I brushed my thick black hair, pulling it back into a loose ponytail and just using a rubber band to hold it. My top was small, but it was supposed to be, exposing my tummy and the tops of my dark breasts. My nipples were pretty plain too, being so dark as hey were, like black and a bit itchy and swollen as I got myself ready. My girl cock was trying to rise as well, and that was going to be okay, I thought. The skirt was loose enough, and the pleats helped hide what was going on between my thighs. "How do I look?" I asked, posing for Drew about twenty minutes later and he was happy. "Like a beautiful young woman." He licked his lips. "If I didn't know better..." "What?" I grinned at his sigh. "...You wouldn't interest me at all." "Huh?" I made a face at him. "Is that supposed to be a compliment?" "Coming from me it is." He nodded. "You got a funny way of talking, Drew." I shook my head, "And I don't just mean that cowboy accent of yours either." "My accent? I don't have one." He was opening the door for me so we could step outside. "You're the one sounds like you just walked off a plantation someplace." "I did!" I laughed. "Sorta." The clerk working the motel was a young black boy and so I went inside the office while Drew started up his truck. "Hi." I smiled at him and he was about Drew's age maybe. "Uh, hi." The nigger smiled back and set his book down, a text book it looked like, and I wondered if he wasn't a college boy or something. "What you reading?" I asked, just cause was curious. "Huh? Oh, chemistry." He shrugged. "I have a test tomorrow." "For college?" "Yes ma'am." He smiled. "Cool." I nodded. "Are you freeborn?" "Yeah, my family owns this motel." He said. "Is that right?" I probably looked a little surprised. "That's really cool." "It's okay." The boy shrugged, but he knew it was more than that. Freeborn blacks really were the minority and I knew he was pretty proud of it. If I wasn't so young and pretty just then, he'd have been looking down his nose at a slave like me, since that's what I had to be, traveling with Drew like I was. I was tempted to tell him I was freeborn too, but that would have opened up a lot of questions and probably he wouldn't have believed me anyways. Like me and Mr. Davis, Drew was my master so far as anyone could know. Getting a motel room with a negra you didn't own was illegal and downright immoral to most people, black and white. "Hey, um, my owner wants to take me out dancing." I said. "You know where we could do that around here?" "Hmmm...El Paso's kinda hard on that." The boy narrowed his eyes a little, thinking about it. "All the decent clubs are white only." "Yeah, I figured that." I shrugged. "How about the not-so-decent ones?" "You could go to the reservation." He said. "There's a big casino there, a restaurant and some bars." "They have dancing?" I wondered. "Yeah, I think so." The nigger shrugged. "I've never been there, but I heard it was nice anyway." "Is it segregated at all?" I glanced through the windows and Drew was parked out front then, waiting for me. "It's the Indians." The boy shrugged. "They hate everybody." I giggled. "The love the money though, so they don't care. White or black, it's all the same to them." "Okay, maybe we'll go there." I agreed. "Where is it?" A few minutes later I was explaining it to Drew. "A casino?" He laughed. "We only have about a hundred eighty dollars." "Well, we don't have to gamble." I shrugged. "You ever been to one?" "Me? Nope." He shook his head. "You?" "Yeah, down in Orleans with my Master." I nodded. "I like playing roulette, that's pretty fun." "Oh yeah?" He looked at me. "You ever win?" "No!" I laughed. "That's what I figured." Drew chuckled. "Stay away from the roulette then." "I just wanna dance." I promised, sitting close to Drew as he drove in the general direction the boy had given me. The Indian Reservation was small and right there in the city, or inside the city limits anyway, and it wasn't that hard to find. The war hadn't changed much of anything for the Native Americans. The South had basically kept the same deals and agreements as the Indians had made with the old United States. It was just a fact that nobody really knew what to do about them and it always struck me as unfortunate. There was a lot of that though, misfortune I mean. Like black people being brought from Africa to work the fields way back when. It was unfortunate, for some people, mostly Northern niggers who tended to forget it was other black people doing the catching and selling back in Africa. It was a good way for one tribe to take the land of another tribe...Just take them prisoner and sell them to those weird white people, who were mostly Dutch at the time. It didn't bother me though. I wasn't African and I didn't know any Africans. I was as Confederate as any white girl and just as indigenous as the Indians, in my opinion. I was born in the South, just like my parents and their parents too. It was in my blood and my roots were in Tennessee, not Africa like those niggers up North said sometimes. The Indians were doing okay anyway, it seemed to me. They had the only gambling casino in town, and the finest whorehouse too, or so their big roadside advertisements said. Big lighted billboards featuring scantily clad girls of all colors, smiling and looking down sexily at the horny men passing in their cars. "Keep your eyes on the road!" I giggled. "Oral sex...Next exit!" Drew laughed. "They ain't shy, are they?" "I guess not." I shook my head, because that's what the last sign had said in ten foot high neon letters. "I wonder if they'd give me a job." "Give you a job?" Drew shook his head. "You wanna be a whore?" "Doesn't every girl?" I teased him. "No, I was just wondering how much they pay. Indians don't have any slaves, do they? So they must pay them something, right?" "I dunno." Drew shrugged. "I never heard of any Indians owning slaves. Ask for a job application." "I will." I giggled. "You watch me!" "No you won't." Drew pursed his lips. "You'll be too busy dancing." We weren't dancing yet though. "Shoot, they charge three times more than any store I've ever been in." Drew was frowning. We were in the casino "Gift Shop" because apparently a man couldn't throw his money away unless he had a collar on his shirt. I thought it was pretty funny, but they did charge an awful lot for a shirt, that was a fact. "Yeah, but you need one anyway." I said, picking out a mustard colored shirt made of soft cotton that would go okay with his brown trousers. "How about this?" "How much is it?" Drew looked up. "Ummm...Thirty dollars." I shrugged. "It'll look good, that's your color. Come on." "I guess so." Drew said as I held the shirt against his chest. It was going to fit him okay, I decided, and the earthy yellow color did suit his brown eyes nicely. "Look at the bright side," I teased him; "at least you don't need a tie." "Heh." He smiled at that, but our money was going pretty fast and that was too much on his mind. End of chapter 32 http://www.asstr.org/~rache/index.htm T.S.Severe@gmail.com