Best of Both Worlds: Classroom BBC

Summary: Jasmine finally gets the BBC she has long fantasized about.

Note 1: Thanks to the real TX and Babygirl for requesting this story and coming up with the idea.

Note 2: This is part four of a series (the next part is already written, for once). That said, this series will include BBC, anal, fisting, race play including the use of the 'N' word, and even golden showers.

Part 1: Best of Both Worlds: A Surprise introduces many Jasmine fantasies, and sets up the upcoming plots, as she unexpectedly bumps into a fan known as Babygirl, which leads to a wild night at a remote cabin with a submissive black woman.

Part 2: Best of Both Worlds: Black Slave where Jasmine explores her newfound dominant side as she fucks her new black submissive.

Part 3: Best of Both Worlds: Butt Pounding where Jasmine fucks Babygirl's ass, and then submissively gets her own ass pounded by Babygirl, as Babygirl's husband interrupts them by phone, and takes control of both women remotely.

I was driving home, replaying the events of this evening and all of my transgressions, when my phone rang... I'd left the phone in my car when I'd arrived at the remote cabin.

It was my husband, prompting guilt to swarm through me.

I clicked on my steering wheel to answer it, and greeted him cheerily (on the outside), with renewed guilt washing through me (on the inside), "Hi, honey."

"Thank God you're okay," he said, sounding very concerned.

"Why? What's wrong?" I asked, suddenly feeling concerned as well.

"You haven't been answering your phone," he said. "I've called you like ten times!"

"Oh my, I'm sorry," I said, trying to come up with a lie... something I'm terrible at. Yes, I've been concealing my erotica writer persona from everyone around me for a decade, but that isn't a lie, it's an omission. Easy peasy. This time I had to invent a lie out of thin air. Although suddenly I realized that I didn't. I just told him the complete truth. "I was visiting a new friend, and I left my phone behind in the car."

"Well, thank God you're okay," he said, sounding relieved.

"Yes I am, and I'm sorry for worrying you," I apologized, knowing I was actually sorry for so much more. No, I hadn't fucked another guy, but emotionally I had, and I was now wracked with guilt.

"No worries," he said, it never occurring to him that he might need to worry about my doing anything kinky, such as fucking another woman, and then getting ass fucked by her, while roleplaying I was being sodomised by her dominant black husband who was in fact... not fantasy... with us via speakerphone. "When will you be home?"

"About fifteen minutes," I said.

"We should both arrive around the same time then," he announced, surprising me, since he was supposed to be on a week-long work trip a couple provinces away.

My eyes went wide as I asked, pressing on the gas, "You're coming home?"

"Just for the night," he replied. "Or what's left of it."

"Great," I said with partial sincerity as I sped home, needing to get out of this sexy dress, which would be difficult to explain.

"I hope you're not too tired; I have a load that needs depositing," he said, always the flowery romantic.

I asked, like I always did when he said something indicating there'd be some fucking soon, "Mouth, pussy or ass?"

"We'll see," he laughed. "I haven't touched myself since I left, so I've saved up a massive load for you."

"Face it is, then," I offered, running a red light.

"That's always a decorative location," he said.

"It also keeps my skin looking perfect," I said, having long ago shared that theory with him.

"I'm always here to help," he laughed. "When I'm here, anyway."

"I have missed you," I said, which was true... ignoring tonight's lengthy transgression. Could I justify counting it as only a single transgression?

"I missed you more," he said, like he always did.

I responded the same way I always did as well, "I miss you the most-est."

"We'll see if that's true once I get home," he said.

"Oh, I'll show you," I teased, momentarily forgetting what I'd done tonight.

"I can't wait," he said. "See you soon."

"Love you," I said.

"Love you too," he said before hanging up.

I arrived home.

I hurried out of my dress... but kept the lingerie on, as all of you who've been paying attention know he loves me in nylon.

Not even two minutes later, I heard the front door open. I took a deep breath and called out, "I'm up here, baby."

He walked through the door and I immediately asked, "Why are you still wearing clothes?"

"Good question," he said, as he quickly got out of them. "You look hot, baby."

"Just for you," I smiled sexily.

Once he was naked and I was down to my garter belt and stockings, feeling horny and aggressive, perhaps a lingering effect from my surreal evening plus my guilt, I pushed him against a wall and kissed him.

We kissed passionately for a couple minutes, as I tried to kiss the guilt out of me. I then dropped to my knees, and took his hard cock into my mouth.

"Oh yes, I missed that mouth," he groaned.

I sucked on his cock for a couple minutes before he led me to the bed and fucked me for a good ten minutes.

I tried to focus on him, but recent memories of Babygirl fucking me and Daddy verbally dominating me kept intruding into my mind.

As he slammed into me, I didn't even realize I was saying it until the words were out of my mouth, "Yes, fuck your submissive slut with that big black cock, Da...." Fortunately, I caught myself before completing the word 'Daddy'.

He stopped deep inside me and asked, looking and sounding confused, "My big black cock?"

I grinned cheekily, covering myself pretty smoothly, "Can't a girl have a fantasy?"

"For big black cock?" he asked, still deep inside me.

"You have a thing for younger girls in nylons," I teased, his laptop full of porn not a secret between us, and not a problem. "Why can't I have some fantasies too?"

"First, you can have any younger girl in nylons that you want," he smiled, knowing about my sometimes lesbian past, and on occasion we had discussed having a threesome with a hot woman... although usually only when we were drunk, and only during throes of passion.

"You'd love to see me munching on some pussy, wouldn't you?" I asked, knowing how much that idea turned him on... actually it turned us both on... at least in fantasy.

"I plead the fifth," he joked.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," I brushed his evasion off, as he still remained deep inside of me.

"And you want a big black cock?" he asked.

"Well, I wouldn't reject one if it was offered," I smiled playfully.

"Really," he said.

"Well, I've always been curious about it," I said.

"Any other dark, twisted fantasies I should know about?" he asked, as he pulled out and flipped me onto my side.

I was happy my slip of a moan hadn't created complete chaos, but instead was opening the door to some sly admissions. "Truthfully, there are too many of them to list."

"Really?" he asked, as he slid back into me.

"Hundreds. I'm home alone a lot you know," I pointed out, as his work often had him gone for days, or even weeks at a time.

"So one of them is to be a submissive slut for a big black cock?" he asked me again, as he resumed fucking me hard.

"Is that really bad?" I asked.

"Actually, it's kind of hot," he said, offering an opinion I wasn't expecting to hear.

I took his words, and decided to explore them, as I asked in the sexiest voice I could muster, "So you're saying you'd like to see your hot wife with a big black cock deep in her pussy?"

"I didn't say that, exactly," he laughed, as he began slamming into me.

"Ohhhhhh," I moaned. "But I can tell it turns you on, doesn't it? Your sexy bride, with ten inches of black dick slamming into her? How do you feel when you imagine that?"

"It is kind of hot," he agreed, before adding, "ten inches, hey?"

"Well in my mind as you know, the black cock size myth is a reality," I smiled, before adding, "although do I love your big cock, baby."

"My big white cock," he smiled.

"Yes baby, I love your big white cock," I moaned.

"Since you've brought up race, I've always wondered what it would be like to be with a black woman," he said, emphasising the word, and still fucking me hard.

"Really?" I said, my voice all sing-song surprised and playful... the possibilities of our future... maybe even our immediate future... suddenly looking very intriguing... knowing if he gave it a chance, he'd love Babygirl... for if he considered me submissive, he'd be in absolute awe of Babygirl's completely submissive nature.

"Yeah," he admitted. "There's just something about a black woman."

"And about a black man, too," I added.

"So, you'd really like some black cock," he said, processing this idea, as he pushed me onto my back and began really fucking me hard that way. (He'd already been fucking me really hard on my side during this conversation; not that I'm complaining.)

Deciding to advance this theme, figuring then I could pretend it was just roleplay if necessary, I admitted, "I'd do anything to have a big black cock pounding my pink pussy."

"Even while I watched?" he asked.

"Especially then! If you were into it, I'd love that, baby," I moaned, my orgasm rising, even after the plethora of climaxes that had coursed through me earlier, while I was with Babygirl.

"Slamming his big black cock deep in your cunt and ass?" he embellished.

"Oh yes, baby," I moaned, "there too!" imaging Daddy's dick in my ass. "I'd love a big black dick reaming my shithole." 'Shithole' being a word I'd never used with him before.

"Shithole?" he questioned, as he kept pounding me hard and deep.

"It's a nasty word, and thus it's a perfect one for me to use, since I'm a nasty slut for Big Black Cock," I moaned, bucking my ass back to take his cock deeper in my pussy.

"In this scenario, do I get a black slut?" he asked.

"Of course," I moaned before adding, "so long as afterwards, I get to eat your cum out of the slut's chocolate cunt."

"Fuck!" he groaned, that over the top visual clearly turning him on incredibly.

"Maybe we could do a foursome with a black couple," I added, sending out feelers for the possibility of an actual foursome with Daddy and Babygirl.

"Sounds amazing," he moaned, as he pulled out, ordered me to the floor, and readied himself to unload on me, following a rough face fuck... a one-two punch that I loved.

As his cock slammed deep into my mouth, I wondered whether I could take Daddy's cock this deep, and I wondered whether David was as serious as I was, or if this was just fantasy talk in the heat of the moment.

I deep throated his cock as he speculated, "Oh yeah my slutty bride, I bet you really could deep throat a ten-inch black cock."

I moaned on his cock in eager response to the visual, as I bobbed hungrily.

Once he was about to burst, he pulled out and pointed to the bed.

I quickly rose and sat on the edge of the bed, just in time for him to unload a massive load all over my face. He absolutely had been saving it up for me!

"Mmmmmm," I purred, as I rubbed his warm moisturising cream all over my face.

"So, you're up for some black cock, hey?" he asked, looking down at me.

"So, you're up for some black pussy, hey?" I countered, looking up at him.

"I clearly need to be home more often," he said.

"Especially if we're going to invite a swinging black couple over for a marathon foursome."

"Marathon foursome?" he asked, as I finished rubbing the cum into my facial pores.

"If we're going to have a foursome at all, it has to be epic," I insisted.

"You seem to have thought about this for a while," he said, as he sat down beside me.

"For years, off and on. You know I've always wanted to be double penetrated," I smiled.

"I've done that to you," he said, having fucked me in one hole while I had a toy in the other. He'd even done it both ways.

"Two real cocks would be way hotter," I said.

Especially if one was a black cock?" he asked as an open question.

"That certainly wouldn't hurt," I smiled.

"It might," he laughed, kissing me. "Especially if your theory about black cocks is correct."

"Touché," I laughed. "I need a shower."

"I'll join you."

Later on in bed as my husband snored away, my head was filled with a wild mixture of emotions.

Guilt and excitement... as I replayed my marathon encounter with Babygirl, and longed to do it again. There's nothing like your first time doing something: my first lesbian dominant experience and my first real life BBC (albeit with a fake black cock) submissive roleplaying experience. Today's encounter had changed me... there was no denying it, and there was no going back. 'Once you go black...' you know the saying. It's at least partly true. I wouldn't ever stop having sex with David, but neither would I ever again be able to resist having sex with black people for too long.

Confusion and hope... because of my David's reaction. I hadn't meant to let anything slip, but his interested reaction was quite the pleasant surprise. He'd always been pretty possessive of me, although when fucking we'd roleplayed quite a few scenarios... although it was just roleplaying, and this was the first time it had been racially driven.

In our roleplaying for instance, I'd been a cheerleader rewarding the star quarterback for winning the championship:

I'd been a nurse who nursed him back to health with a very unprofessional hands-on approach:

We often played MILF cowgirl, as that was how he had lost his virginity... to a woman in her forties in her barn, where he had worked during the summer before college (neither of us losing our virginity until after high school... a true story, and I'm not just saying that because this website only allows us to describe sex between legal-age adults).

Just like every man, he had a fantasy of fucking a maid:

We had a fun fantasy where I was a stripper... something I've always wanted to do... just once; I'm sure I'd hate doing it as an ongoing profession:

He also had a major crush on a local news reporter, so our most common roleplay during the last few months was my pretending to be said reporter. I had fun making up fake news stories... always sexual ones...

I wondered if our next roleplay would feature 'his' black cock....

With all that said, I was still stuck in a sexual no-man's-land, with no idea of what to do next.

Should I tell my husband what I did this evening? Or what I wanted to do next with Daddy and Babygirl? Or that if he gave me the green light for a foursome, I already had the perfect black couple lined up just waiting for that green light?

Or should I keep it a secret? It's one thing to talk about a sexual adventure in the heat of the moment; it's completely different to actually go out and do it.

I got out of bed to go pee, and I saw my phone flashing... it always went into silent mode after ten o'clock so I wouldn't be disturbed by any alerts.

I checked my phone and saw a text from my friend Rose. I didn't respond, figuring she could easily wait until tomorrow; she wouldn't expect me to reply before then anyway.

Curious, and knowing there just had to be an email from Daddy, I checked my silkstockingslover email. Wearing my 'prestigious smut writer' hat, I average between ten and thirty emails a day (occasionally more if a new incest story has been released... especially if it's a Mom and Son story).

I should have just returned to bed and ignored any new emails I might have, yet of course I was curious. I had to see if Daddy and Babygirl had sent me anything.

I had eighteen new emails. Nine feedback comments about stories, two requests for sequels, three responses to ongoing conversations, a commission inquiry, and three... yes, THREE... from Daddy.

I ignored all the others, they'd have to wait until I set aside the time to read and respond to them (I usually tried to do that three or four times a week, and tried to respond to all of them, since I truly appreciated the effort readers made to contact me... [Side note: if you like an author's work, leave them a comment or send them an email... all authors will love your feedback, as we crave the attention... why else would we bother to write, and to put ourselves out there to possibly attract slings and arrows, in addition to your potential praise, in the first place?] and I clicked on Daddy's first message.

Slut Jasmine,

I hope you enjoyed tonight as much as we did and we all three know you did. Here are some pictures of what I did to Babygirl when she got home, while we imagined she was you.