Possible Worlds

...of all Possible Worlds by T.S. Severe Chapter 33 The Indian casino was a large one, and oddly shaped, like someone had taken four or five big buildings and just mashed them together somehow. It looked strange from the outside, but inside you had no idea what was going on. I guess casinos are like that though. You had to walk past all the slot machines and gaming tables before you could find the other stuff, like the restaurant and bars and yeah, a little dance club too. There were a lot of people in there, inside the whole place really, but that club was surprisingly crowded and while there weren't all that many black people, there were some, mostly girls with white guys who had to be their owners, but a few with black men as well. They'd be freeborn married couples, of course, enjoying a late night out on the town. Mostly the place was full of white people though, twenty something men and women looking to hook up for a one night stand. I got a lot of looks from the guys, which made me feel good and I laughed at the expression on Drew's face because he'd noticed it too. "You getting jealous?" I giggled, feeling his hand tighten on my hip as we went for a table. "Some of these boys look like they're ready to eat coyote." He said, leaning close so I could hear him above the music, which was fast and loud. "What's that mean?" I laughed and it didn't matter. "Come on, let's dance!" "Let's sit down first, we'll order some drinks." Drew said. "Awww...Okay." I agreed reluctantly, but I really was in a mood for some dancing. It took a few minutes before a waitress could get around to us. She was a pretty black girl in a red velvet bathing suit it looked like, a one piece costume hugging her lithe body. She had long legs too and black fishnet stockings. She took our order and I was ready to go, but Drew wanted to wait. I thought maybe he was just a little shy and didn't know how to dance or something. "Excuse me..." A man said and he looked like a cowboy. He had the boots, straight leg jeans, a turquoise western shirt and a big old hat on his handsome head, all he was missing was a horse. "What's that?" Drew blinked at him. "...Howdy, you mind if I dance with your negra?" The man asked, glancing at me with a smile before looking back at Drew. "Yes, I do." Drew answered, making it sound like he thought the cowboy was a real idiot for asking a question like that. "Well...Alright then." The man dropped his smile, but he did give me a little tip of his hat before walking away. "That wasn't very nice." I shook my head and grinned. "Shit, back in Winslow a fella would get his ass kicked for asking a man that." Drew was still looking at the guy, who was sitting back down with a couple of his cowboy friends. "Asking a man if his girl can dance with him." "Is that what I am?" I asked, kind of teasing Drew a little. "Am I your girl?" "You are tonight." He looked at me. "Just put that thought in your pretty little head and keep it there." "Mmmm..." I pursed my lips. "...You're not one of those guys always looking for a fight, are you?" "Me?" Drew laughed and finally relaxed a bit. "Naw, I'm not looking for a fight." "Good, cause I just wanna fun, okay?" I reached for his hand. "Come on, dance with me now. That waitress knows where we live, she won't get lost." We did dance, for a good half hour at least, and probably a lot longer than that. I was hot and happy, my skin damp with sweat. My hard nipples were practically bursting from my thin halter top and my girl cock was throbbing with the arousal of just moving around on the crowded dance floor, seeing those people, smelling them, feeling that beat in my veins. I liked it a lot and it was something else I so rarely got to enjoy. Mr. Reiser took me dancing sometimes, but not like this, that was for sure. Drew was into it as well and he wasn't any better or worse than anyone else dancing, so nobody cared. It was fun just feeling his hands on me, touching me while we moved, his body pressed against mine briefly and then separating, and then coming back together again a minute later. It was an awful lot like having sex and I was almost surprised by my arousal. And of course, just in the nick of time, a slow song started and I giggled as I put my arms around the boy's neck. "Perfect." I grinned and he just smiled, putting his hands on my hips and pulling me hard enough against him so he could feel my erection. "Oh, you like dancing, huh?" He took a deep breath. "I want to cum in your mouth." I breathed, pressing my lips to his ear and then biting his earlobe gently. "God, you're a slut." He whispered and I giggled softly. The lights were low and there were enough couples dancing to make us feel safe. Some of them looked at us unhappily, some of the white women especially and that wasn't unusual, they didn't like bedroom negras a whole lot as a general rule and seeing me with my owner in public like that was a good excuse to express their silent indignity. They were just jealous though and they'd hate me under any circumstances probably. Men tended to feel the same way about bedroom bucks, husbands especially, and the day time talk shows were always filled with talk about how slaves were destroying the sacrament of holy matrimony. Of course, the funny thing was that despite all that, nobody really wanted to do anything about it, which just goes to show how badly people want to have their cake and eat it too. And the fact was that very few people could really afford a bedroom negra, it was a luxury generally restricted to the white upper class and those people always had prenuptial agreements anyway. I wasn't thinking much about any of that though, not while Drew was holding me, and my aching nipples were getting rubbed raw against his chest. They always drove me crazy anyway and right then I was dying to have them licked, bitten and sucked. My girl cock too, as it was hard as a rock and pressed between us so that everytime I'd move my hips it felt good. I was moving a lot and Drew was helping. His hands slid around to my ass, gripping me through that skirt which wasn't very thick at all. I had no panties on either and so he was getting a real good feel of my proud black ass. I kissed him, not caring where we were or anything. If he could grab my ass on that dance floor, in front of all those white folks, he could sure as hell kiss me too. We were on Indian land anyway and technically speaking, there were no slaves on the reservation. The Native Americans didn't recognize slavery, but in reality they had to, otherwise every slave that wanted to run away from his master would just find a reservation and that would annoy everyone. "Mmmphhh..." I worked my tongue deep inside Drew's mouth and played with his, grinding my girl cock against him and feeling the boy's own hard cock responding. He was squeezing my ass, pulling me against him and then relaxing, pulling and letting me loose, and that was gonna make me cum. I had my fingers in his hair, moaning softly into Drew's mouth and hoping that song wouldn't ever end. I could feel my soft little balls getting tight, that warm feeling spreading through my belly and into my blood. My heart was pumping fast and I pulled my mouth away, needing cool air as I kissed his cheek and neck, burying my face against him. "I'm gonna cum...Oh God...Drew..." I was whispering and torn between wanting to stay right there, just like that, and wanting him to take me someplace else, someplace private. "Oh, don't make a mess, girl." He chuckled and the man wasn't going to let me go. He was enjoying my suffering I think, surprised by it maybe. "I gotta cool down." I giggled and I'd made up my mind. I wasn't gonna cream all over the inside of my skirt, not in public anyway. "Okay, yeah." Drew sighed, letting me go reluctantly. "Me too." I followed him close, weaving between couples and hiding the stain on my skirt. I knew I had one; my penis was leaking precum like crazy! I could feel it on my thighs and even spilling down to my balls, I thought. "Whew." I sat down, taking a deep breath and our drinks were waiting or us. I picked up my Coca-cola and drank half the glass, getting a half-melted ice cube too and sucking on it. "Are you okay?" Drew was smiling at me and I giggled. "Yeah, wow..." I rolled my eyes and I almost felt a little embarrassed. "...That was fun." "That's why I'm not letting you dance with any cowboys." Drew had some of his own drink, a rum and coke, and smacked his lips. "What? You think I can't control myself?" I laughed. "I know you can't." He teased me. "Don't it strike you odd how trouble's always following you around?" "Following me around?" I gasped at him. "Come on, I'm not that bad. It's not my fault boys like me." "How much do you love that other guy?" Drew asked after a moment's hesitation. "What do you mean?" I asked, taking another drink. "That Mr. Reiser." Drew was leaning over the table, even though the music wasn't so loud as before with another slow song playing. "He's my Master." I said slowly and that should have explained everything right there. "I know." Drew nodded. "But how much do you love him." I stared at the man for a long moment. "You mean, do I love him more than you?" I frowned. "I'm not going to talk like this, not here. Okay?" Drew looked around and then his eyes were back on me. "I just want to know, that's all." He told me. "You're not making it easy for me to take you home, Danielle." "I don't love you." I said, trying to hold his eyes with mine, but I flinched and looked down. "Okay? Does that make it easier?" "Yeah." Drew said softly and my mood was spoiled, his too I think. "Let's get out of here." We left the casino, but didn't return to the motel right away. I didn't know where Drew was going and I didn't ask. I sat close to him in the front of his truck and he put his arm around me, but there was something between us now and I wasn't exactly sure what or why. Something was on his mind though, I knew that much, and I figured I knew what that was. He wasn't going to want to let me go after this was over. He didn't want to marry me, or anything foolish like that. The man wasn't gonna try and set me free up North, but Drew was in love just the same and for the first time in his life. Nothing good ever comes from that, not when the person you love belongs to somebody else. Drew took us out of town a little ways, not too far, just enough to get away from the lights. El Paso was in a valley, or a mountain pass maybe, so it was surrounded by mountains in the distance and the only way I really knew that was because I couldn't see any stars there. But there were a million of them straight up, a million and one, and I felt like I'd never looked up before in my life. We were in the back of the pickup truck, parked in the desert off some dusty county road. Drew said the snakes come out at night, so it was better in the truck and I didn't mind. He had an old blanket folded behind the seat and it smelled a little oily, but it felt soft enough and kept us warm as we lay close together on top of it, with the edges pulled up and over us. I had my head in the crook of Drew's arm and this was special. "I saw moon rocks once." I said, just to talk and the moon was a silver dollar hanging in the black air. "My class went on a field trip to the museum and they had some." "Oh yeah?" Drew nodded. "Them German's went all the way up there and all they got was rocks." "Yeah." I laughed lightly. "That was the same year I was born. Nineteen ninety. Somebody was walking on the moon." "I saw it on television." Drew said. "I was only four years old, but I remember it." "Did you want to be an ubermensch?" I smiled and that was what they called those guys flying into outer space. Supermen. "Oh yeah." Drew chuckled. "We all did, but my mom wouldn't let me move to Germany." "I bet." I giggled. "My dad told me they were going to go up there with a whole bunch of paint and put a big swastika on the moon." Drew laughed. "I believed him for about a week." "Oh God." I laughed at that. "They probably thought about it." "Yeah." He nodded. "I'm glad they didn't. It's too pretty for that." "So you couldn't go the moon, sooooo...You became a deputy, huh?" "Well, that was my dad's idea." Drew said. "He wanted me to be just like him, I guess." "Hmph. I'm glad you're not." I almost smiled at that, wondering if Drew knew his dad had fucked me. I figured he probably didn't and I wasn't going to tell him; it might make the young man feel a little strange knowing he was loving a girl his own daddy had raped. "I suppose I'll have to go back after I get you home." He sighed. "Go back?" I turned my head to look at him. "Won't you be in trouble? They might arrest you or something." "Nah." He grinned and stroked my hair. "I didn't break any laws, except quit my job and I don't know if that was breaking a law or not." "But you helped me escape." "Yeah, but my dad can't say anything about that." Drew chuckled. "He had your tattoo removed. Legally you don't even exist right now." "Really?" I hadn't thought about it like that. "Yep." Drew said. "They can't scan you or anything, so you are whoever you can prove you are." "I got my driver's license in my purse." I said. "I can prove who I am." "Yeah, and then they're going to wonder where your tattoo is. Don't be showing that license to anyone." "You'd be in a lot of trouble if we got caught right now, wouldn't you?" I asked and I was just beginning to realize how big of a risk the man was taking. "Yeah, maybe. It would take a lot of explaining and probably nobody would believe me anyhow." "I'd tell `em what happened." I said. "Heh." Drew shook his head. "Look how well that turned out last time." "Well." I frowned. "That's your dad's fault for being..." "Corrupt?" Drew frowned too. "Yeah, it is his fault." "You could stay in Memphis." I said, starting to smile a little. "No, wait, I'm serious. You bring me home and Mr. Reiser isn't going to forget it. He knows everybody too; he could get you a job as policeman for sure." "Yeah? Maybe." Drew smiled. "I don't know if I want to stay in Memphis though." "What? Why not?" I asked. "Because." He looked at me. "That's where you'd be." "I was thinking that too." I swallowed hard. "I wouldn't mind it if you were close." "You want to have that talk now?" Drew looked at me. I was looking back and I was nervous because I had feelings for the man that I hadn't gone looking for. Feelings I thought I'd only ever have for Mr. Reiser. It was confusing and I had kept those thoughts out of my head as much as I could, locked those feelings away deep in my heart. But they were always there, always trying to come out and sooner or later I was going to have to examine them. That's what Drew was really asking me and I was deathly afraid of it. "I want to make love with you." I said. "Okay." Drew breathed and he was turning towards me, onto his left side while I stayed on my back with my head turned towards him. We kissed for several minutes, Drew holding me close while I rubbed my right hand over his penis. My own girlish cock was already stiff beneath my skirt, just being close to the man did that to me. I worked blindly to free Drew's prick, finding him hot and heavy as I tugged his member into the cool desert night. His tongue was inside my mouth all the while and I tickled it with mine, playing sexy games with him. Drew's hand was on my breasts, playing with my nipples through the soft fabric of my halter. He pinched me gently and then harder as I moaned my soft agreement. I liked it a little rough and I'd already told him that before, now he needed no encouragement at all. I shivered and gave the man's cock a hard squeeze when he pulled my top down, threatening to rip it as my firm brown tits came loose. The ex-deputy was sucking my right breast tenderly when I lifted my leg, pulling up my skirt to give his ruddy prick access to my sissy hole. I was eager for him already and we giggled softly and sighed, moving to accommodate this new position. Drew lay on his side with both of my long legs over his thighs, my hot asshole exposed and vulnerable as he thrust tentatively, looking for it with his stiff cock. I smiled and almost reached down to help him when I felt his smooth swollen glans find my anus. He gave his hips a harder push, a real one, to pierce my tight sphincter with a low groan and enter me fully. I gasped softly, watching Drew's smiling face as we were somewhat separated then, our bodies turned away from our union at angles so that we touched each other with our hands and voices, with our eyes while we made love. He was fucking me slowly, which was good and fit well our mood, just a patient push and pull, sliding half of his cock in and out of my warm body. I could feel him, or so I imagined, sliding beneath my balls as they hung low between my thighs and I spread my legs slightly, reaching down so I could touch them, pressing my smooth sack down so that I knew my girly balls were against my lover's manly shaft. We fucked like that for a long while, as if we had all the time in the world, but finally Drew was becoming impatient for his orgasm, thrusting harder and looking for a better angle. I grinned knowingly and moved, pulling away from him wordlessly and getting on my hands and knees, inviting the man to take me from behind, to fuck me deep and hard and fill my ass with his urgent cum. He wasn't going to refuse and I smiled over my shoulder when Drew took me by the hips and drove his thick cock all the way inside me. "Ummm...Mmmm...Hmmm..." I was just moaning with the pleasure of it, keeping my arms straight and my head up. My tits hung free beneath me until Drew reached for them, taking my breasts in his strong hands and squeezing them, using them to pull me back against him. I was rolling my ass for him, clenching my muscles and working his cock with my experienced rectum. My penis was only semi-hard then, almost forgotten as it fell between my legs, dripping long strands of precum to the blanket beneath us. I didn't need my girl cock just than, my boy pussy was getting fucked and the sensations I felt were more like those of a woman, I thought. The electricity that seemed to crawl across my heated flesh, the butterflies burning in my tummy, always a curious and welcome sensation, as if Drew's cock were tickling me from the inside out. My blood was hot and thick, feeding my passion with every thump of my aching heart. I was having orgasms, I thought, not real ones, not of a physical sort, but the emotions were there and my eyes were wet and I blinked as I realized I was crying. I lifted myself up and Drew sensed what I wanted, I thought, he held my tits and pulled me up so that my back was against his chest while we knelt there. His cock was still inside me, still fucking me, and I turned my head, needing to feel his lips on mine. I whimpered, that's the best word for it, a weak desperate sound of need escaping my throat into Drew's loving mouth. I was in love, not with the sex, but with the man and I was bathed in the glow of his rapt adoration. I wasn't the same person with him inside me. I was something more, someone special and even Mr. Reiser didn't make me feel like that. He kissed me hard, his arms wrapped around me so lightly I could scarcely draw breath into my burning lungs, and Drew was cumming inside me then. He kept himself buried deep inside my ass, now flooded with his creamy spend, and lowered me back down to the blanket. I lay there, on my stomach with my tits pressed flat, my legs slightly spread and Drew covered me like a blanket. He was still fucking me, thrusting through his orgasm and staying erect, making love to me once more as if he hadn't cum at all. I didn't complain, I loved the feel of his cock churning his still hot sperm inside my bowels. I was well fucked by then, stretched and lubricated now with the man's fluids, and Drew was taking long strokes, pulling his cock back so that just the head remained inside and then stabbing himself balls deep so that I'd groan with delight and arch my back against it. He gave me one of the best fucks of my life that night, one that seemed to last forever and I was intensely awake to what we were doing, all of my senses alive and hyper so that it seemed as if I could see and hear and feel everything. I could smell the desert and taste the moonlight. I felt giddy and unrestrained and my body was feeding me the good chemicals to reward my patience. Adrenalin and endorphins and who knows what else, my girl cock was stiff again and I was moving, both to feel the pressure against my penis and to make it good for Drew while he fucked me. When he came a second time, after a nice long while, I was cumming as well, my balls emptied into the blanket and my skirt as it was bunched beneath me. My ass was filled once more with hot sperm, spreading deep inside me as an indistinct warmth, a greasy pool spread thin with long tendrils to fill every part of my body. Drew was kissing my neck and shoulders, whispering in my ear how much he loved me, and I was dizzy as all of those things seemed to overwhelm me at once. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= "I love Mr. Reiser." I told Drew as the sun was just beginning to rise. We'd lain there for a long time together, resting, whispering and giggling and just touching after our lovemaking. But we hadn't talked about this and now the mountains to the east were turning grey and visible, and an especially bright star was in the sky. Venus rising from the gloom just for us. "But I love you more." I continued, pressing a finger to his lips. "I know you don't want to marry me. I don't want to marry you either. I don't want a husband, I want you to be my Master. More than anything I want to be your slave." "I know." Drew nodded, taking my hand in his and pressing my open palm to his lips. "But what kind of slave would I be if I ran away?" I asked him. "I do love him. He loves me too and...If I betray him..." "It would be wrong." Drew sighed. "He won't let me go." I said. "Even if I begged him, Mr. Reiser would never let me go." "He's your master." Drew said and that explained everything. "Only because he found me first." I smiled at the truth of that, but I was sad. "What am I going to do?" "Danielle...I don't know..." Drew shook his head and he was like me that way, knowing what was right and wanting desperately to do it, but our hearts were stubborn and fragile. "I'm just a slave." I said, giving myself to him because it was all I had. "You're a white man, you decide. I'll do whatever you tell me to." Drew didn't say anything and he knew I wouldn't be happy whatever he decided. There wasn't any happiness in it, not going home, not running away with him. I needed both to be happy and only having one would make me miserable, Drew and I both knew it. And not just me, but Drew had his own pride, his own sense of right and wrong and it was the thing that made him better than his father, better than most men probably, and the reason I loved him. He was trying to decide if he could live with stealing something that didn't belong to him and I could see the answer in his eyes. The sun was coming up and we knew what we had to do. End of chapter 33 End of Possible Worlds Thank you for reading this story. I'll understand if you wished it didn't end where it does, but the fact is that the story is a long one already by this point. I'm not bored with writing it, not at all, but I believe I've expressed much of what I wanted to say and like many of my stories, I prefer to leave it alive, still breathing and with an outcome not entirely predictable. That's my style, I guess, and why I think some stories emulate life better than others, even obviously fantasy stories, such as this one. I'd very much appreciate your thoughts on this story and I won't promise anything, but there is an awful lot of room for a continuation, isn't there? We'll have to see. This turned out okay for being nothing of what I'd modestly intended when I started some three or four weeks ago with it. It ended up at 33 chapters and 170,000 words, almost on the button...That's a lot. Best always, Rachael Ross (aka T.S. Severe) http://www.asstr.org/~rache/index.htm T.S.Severe@gmail.com