Best of Both Worlds: DPed by BBC

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

Note 2: This is part five 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 reveals many of Jasmine's fantasies, and sets up the upcoming plots, as she unexpectedly bumps into a fan, 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.

Part 4: Best of Both Worlds: Classroom BBC where Jasmine floats the idea of a foursome with a black couple to her husband, unveiling intriguing possibilities. She is then shocked (but not surprised, for he'd told her he would) when Daddy shows up in her classroom at lunchtime, locks the door, and uses her as the white slut she is.

Following immediately after Daddy leaves, and I cleaned the cum off my face and inserted a tampon to prevent myself from leaking everywhere during my afternoon classes:

Immediately after Daddy left, I cleaned the cum off my face and inserted a tampon inside me, to stop myself from leaking everywhere during my afternoon classes.

A couple minutes later, LaCresha (Daddy and Babygirl's daughter) sauntered in and smirked at me, causing instant anxiety to surge through me.

Why was she smirking?

What did she know about what had just happened?

Fuck!

Fuck!

Fuck!

"So did Daddy give it to you?" she asked.

"P-p-pardon?" I stammered, terrified.

"I just talked to him in the hallway," she said. "And he told me he took care of you."

"That he took care of me?" I asked, those words having many possible ways to interpret them. He had indeed taken care of me in no uncertain terms... and yet I prayed that what she thought he meant was that he'd taken care of his daughter's concerns. I tried to appear calm as I said, "We did appear to think eye to eye."

"I'm sure that's what he said," she replied, still not really giving me a clear indication of what she knew, or thought she knew.

I sighed and said, "Nothing has changed between you and me, LaCresha. I still won't allow you to bully the other girls, although that's my only complaint against you."

"Okay," she nodded, still giving me nothing, although now appearing a little less smug. Oher students entered, and the class proceeded as normally as possible.

The day ended, and once I was alone in my classroom again, I pulled out the tampon, discarded it, and checked my phone, which I always put on mute during my teaching day. Usually I checked it at lunchtime, but today I'd been rather preoccupied while getting royally fucked.

I couldn't believe I'd sucked dick and gotten fucked instead of eating lunch.

I couldn't believe I'd cheated on my husband without any hesitation.

There were a couple of texts from my mother, one from one of my sisters, and two from David. I checked his; the first one asked how my day had gone, and the second was an image. I clicked on it, and saw a big black dildo with the question: Should I buy this for you?

That text was from ten minutes ago.

I texted back, feeling naughty, and yet feeling a slight rush at the possibility that I could make this all work: I'd prefer the real thing, but it will do for the time being.

He responded a few seconds later: Do you know anyone?

My eyes went wide.

Was he serious?

Could it be that simple?

I replied: Maybe?

He texted back: You're getting DP'd by a big black cock very soon.

I was giddy with the possibility. Maybe, just maybe, I could have my chocolate cake and eat it too (although that really is a dumb saying, when you think about it).

I texted back: I hope you mean with a real black cock.

He responded back: If you can find one.

I still assumed he was just playing along instead of being serious, but I was already formulating a plan to get the four of us together to see where it led.

I replied: I'm on the hunt.

He texted back: Bought it. I'll call you tonight. (He was still travelling for work.)

I texted back: Sounds great. Love you.

He responded: Love you too.

With endless possibilities and hope appearing before me, I decided to check my author emails on my phone before I left for home.

I had five new messages, including one from Daddy. I ignored the others for now, and clicked on the one from Daddy.

Hi my sexy slut,

I hope you enjoyed your lunch treat. I didn't get to finish you off with a cream pie, since I was concerned my cum would be leaking down your legs while you tried to teach, recalling my big black cock pounding that sweet pink pussy.

I hope you are free tomorrow night, as Babygirl wants to have you over for a special treat.

DADDY

Mixed emotions once again coursed inside me.

The idea of seeing Babygirl again excited me.

The idea of having his cock again was extremely tempting.

The idea of his cream pie was equally tempting, even though I wasn't fixed... David had gotten snipped after our first and only child, and a variety of health complications that had convinced us there shouldn't be a second child (although I wasn't certain I even wanted a second one in any case)... at my age, and given my past health issues, having another pregnancy would be very high risk.

The idea of cheating on my husband again was also not appealing. I wasn't proud of myself or of the weakness inside me, since I hadn't really put up any resistance at all when Daddy's big, strong, black hands had guided me down to my knees... although I was thrilled to realize that the descriptions I'd written many times about that exact same scenario had been very, very accurate.

I shook my head at my twisted thoughts, before I headed home to make dinner for myself and my daughter.

That night I had a pleasant dinner with my daughter, then I did a little grading, and I began writing a new series: this Best of Both Worlds series, that I thought my readers might enjoy: the true story of my finally finding the BBC I'd been craving since my very first story was released. That one had been entitled A Perfect Fall (ironically, a story about a sweet, innocent wife and daughter being drawn into black pussy and black cock by her new seductive black neighbour).

I also replied to over twenty emails, and to Daddy.

Daddy,

I can't believe I let you do that to me.

I can't believe you did that to me.

That said, I don't think I should come over tomorrow, as this situation has already gotten way out of hand.

Jasmine

PS: Nevertheless, I have begun writing a story based on my encounters with you and Babygirl.

I clicked Send, and instantly realized how my PS had really weakened my other statement that going forward with this relationship wasn't a good idea.

The other mistakes I made that evening were to continue writing the story of yesterday's first encounters with Babygirl, and I decided to make the story into a series. For if I stopped playing with this couple now, it would be a rather short series.

I was a good 2000 words into it, when I saw another email from Daddy.

Slut Jasmine,

We are flattered you are turning our encounters into a story, this knowledge has Babygirl sucking my dick and getting it ready for some rough backshots.

How about making it an illustrated story?

And we all three know you want to taste Babygirl's pussy again, to have my cock again, and to experience the DP you've always dreamed about, so my summons for tomorrow night is still in effect.

Daddy

Did I want to taste Babygirl's pussy again? Mmmmmm, my own pussy tingled as I recalled her beautiful pink pussy surrounded by her dark chocolate skin... an exquisite presentation, and a wonderful tasting dessert.

And Daddy's cock... fuck, our brief encounter had been so intense, although way too short, and I could still visualize his cock completely, it was so perfectly etched in my brain, likely forever.

And a DP... fuck! It was definitely on my fuck-it list.

And an illustrated story? Hmmm. I hadn't done many of those in quite some time. Only one in 2020, a Jasmine Fantasies story, and before that, the Catching Mommy alternate point of view illustrated back in 2018. And then there were the three Hedonism Island stories in late 2019 and two in 2020 (with more on the way), but although I'd written the plot for those ones, they were pretty much an artistic tour de force by my British friend Alison Hale. Truth is, illustrated stories take way longer to write, and they often end up focusing too much on the pics instead of the story.

Yet... creating hot images of Daddy, Babygirl and me interacting sexually was a way cool idea.

So I spent an hour playing around with my illustrating software, realizing I hadn't updated it in quite some time. So I ended up searching for more poses, models and locations. The program is good, but it's lacking in male models... especially anything other than white male models.

I responded to Daddy.

Daddy,

Exploring your illustration idea.

I didn't respond to anything else he'd told me, as he already knew the truth anyway, and I was desperately trying to resist the temptation he and Babygirl were consistently offering me even whenever they weren't in touch... a temptation that as I wrote, and as I played with the program, while in both cases picturing us playing together, became more and more enticing, while I got hornier and hornier... damn female hormones!

Then, just after I'd found a perfect model for Babygirl... a younger version of her called Paula, and I based myself (a little overly flattering) on the real-life Eliza Dushku (although she does slightly resemble me), my husband called.

"Naked?" he asked as soon as I answered.

"Well yes, except for my nylons, of course," I responded. My daughter always made a practice of spending the evening in her bedroom, perhaps doing sexual things, perhaps not, since I didn't feel the need to monitor her activities, given how twisted my imagination ran, so I felt free to strip down once I was ensconced in my own bedroom, with or without David present.

"Wanna play?"

"With you? Always."

"Tonight you're a college cheerleader, and your boyfriend owes money to a black bookie," he dictated.

"You and your cheerleaders," I joked, having three different cheerleader outfits in my roleplaying collection.

"You and your big black cock," he countered.

"Touché!" I laughed, feeing a little guilty, but also a lot liberated at having told him this fantasy... although not that I'd already fulfilled it... and only several hours ago.

"So doll face, your spendthrift boyfriend owes me a lot of money," he said, jumping straight into roleplay mode, as I imagined his voice being Daddy in the room with me.

"Is there anything I can do about that?" I asked in a sweet, innocent voice.

"What are you willing to do?"

"Anything," I said. "Just please don't hurt him. He's playing in a big game tomorrow."

"Well, you do have something I like."

"What's that?" I asked, still playing dumb and innocent.

"Your three holes," he said bluntly.

"I beg your pardon?" I asked, feigning shock.

"You heard me," he said. "All you white sluts want my black cock anyway. And you won't even have to feel guilty about getting it, since you'll be doing it for your deadbeat man."

"But I couldn't, I just couldn't!" I protested, as I pretended to watch him unbutton his pants.

"You could..." he said, guiding me down to my knees, "...and you will. Now get on your knees."

"Oh my God!" I gasped, "Your black cock is so big!"

"Most black cock is," he said, which sounded weird coming from my husband, but I imagined his voice being deeper, just like Daddy's.

"Mmmmm," I purred, immediately convinced to letting him do whatever he wanted with me. "Are you going to face fuck me with that big black snake, or what?"

"Think you can handle it all?"

"Only one way to find out," I said, as I imagined I was taking Daddy's big cock into my mouth again.

I imagined his hands on my pigtails as I braced myself on my hands, as he slid his cock in and out of my mouth.

"That's it, my sexy slut," he said. "Take my big black cock."

"Mmmmmmm," I moaned, as I imagined taking the entire delicious cock deep inside my mouth, as his balls bounced repeatedly off my chin like it was a bongo drum.

"Such a big cock," I moaned.

"Bigger than your boyfriend's?" he asked.

"Way bigger," I said.

"Want it in that white cunt of yours?" he asked.

"Yes, baby," I said, in real life reaching for my vibrator, deciding to make this roleplay feel as authentic as I possibly could.

"You sure you can take this big black cock?" he asked.

"Yes, or I'll die trying," I replied, sounding pretty corny, as I moved the vibrator to my pussy.

"You're such a slut for black cock, aren't you," he said, as I couldn't help but smirk at the actual truth of that statement.

"Just slide that big black cock deep into my pink pussy, baby," I moaned, the vibrator teasing that same pussy.

"Take it all, my white slut," my husband roleplayed, as I slid the (unfortunately blue) vibrator inside my pussy (I needed to get a black one, asap).

"Ooooooooh," I moaned, imagining Daddy's big cock sliding inside me again.

"Give it to me, Baby," I moaned. "Shove that huge black cock all the way into my pussy."

"Oh yes, that pussy is so wet and tight," he groaned, I imagined he was playing with himself as well... or maybe with the fleshlight he owned, that he didn't know I knew about.

"I love your big cock, baby," I moaned, as I pumped the vibe in and out of me... recalling Daddy's huge black cock being in there this afternoon.

"Ride me, baby," he ordered, a minute later. "Show me how much you want my black cock."

"I'll do anything for this big black cock," I moaned, something that after this afternoon appeared to be so true... God, was I weak.

"Drop that pussy right on top of my cock," he ordered, as I imagined myself doing just that.

I imagined bouncing on that cock, like he was my personal jungle gym.

"Grind and fuck my black cock, slut," he ordered, as I gazed down at him with awe and obsession.

"Yes, Daddy," I moaned, my pussy on fire.

"Daddy?" David asked, and I silently cursed myself, not realizing I'd let that word escape my lips.

"Not Daddy as in my Dad," I clarified, as the idea of doing him didn't remotely excite me (yes, I'd written a lot of incest stories, and I was indeed intrigued with the idea of exploring some same sex play with my two sisters, and recently with my recently come of age niece as well, but my Dad definitely wasn't in my sexual universe at all... hadn't been since I was five... even though back then I hadn't been sexual at all... but I had had romantic thoughts about some people). "But Daddy as in dominate me, Daddy."

"Okay," he said, still sounding either a little unsure or a little confused.

"Just go with it, Baby," I purred.

"Okay, you little slut," he agreed. "Fuck yourself on Daddy's big black cock."

"Oh yes, Daddy," I moaned, closing my eyes and imagining doing just that, and knowing it would drive me wild again.

"You look so hot riding Daddy's black cock," he moaned, seemingly as turned on by this interracial role play as I was.

"You love watching my boyfriend's dirty slut riding this big black cock, don't you?" I asked.

"Fucking love it," he moaned.

"Oh fuck," I whimpered, as my orgasm was rising.

"Get on all fours and bounce back on Daddy's dick," he ordered.

"Oh yes, Daddy," I moaned, imagining being on all fours, taking that delicious dick.

"Will you ever want white dick again?" he asked.

"Never, Daddy," I moaned, changing the familiar saying to, 'Once you go black, you'll never want a tiny little white cock again.'

"Not even your boyfriend's?" he asked.

"I'll fuck him if he wants, but that doesn't mean he'll be able to get me off like you do, Daddy," I moaned.

"You can fuck his tiny white dick, but only when I'm not around," he allowed, as I imagined our doing a couple of other kinky positions.

"Want my big cock in that white ass of yours?" he asked.

"God, yes," I moaned.

"Let me eat that asshole first," he said.

'Oh yes please, eat my asshole," I moaned, the idea nasty hot.

"Ready for Daddy's dick in your back door?" he asked, as I slowly fucked myself with the vibe, trying not to come yet... holding back for as long as I could... this roleplay driving me wild.

"Oh yes, Baby," I moaned. "Slam that big black dick in my shit hole!" wondering if I could take Daddy's real dick inside my backdoor.

"Ride it, slut," he ordered.