Fucking in the indian casino

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.