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Subject: {ASSM} ...of all Possible Worlds Ch.28 by Rachael Ross (see ch.01 for story codes)
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...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.


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