Best of Both Worlds: Hot Tasks 10-12

Pushing that concern out of my head, I clicked on the email from Daddy.

Pet Jasmine

Only two tasks left.

Today go to the football game and cheer for your school... but keep your phone handy for your summons to fulfill today's slutty task... something that has never been done to you.

Then tomorrow: playtime with Babygirl, plus...

DADDY

This time there was a picture, but it only confused me.

Babygirl was naked and showering.

It was hot, and it did make me miss her.

I'd had sex in the shower before... quite a few times... so the task couldn't be that.

I wracked my brains for a few minutes before getting ready for work... the region around my new tattoo feeling a lot better today.

By the time the football game started... my pussy was burning, not having been touched for over forty-eight hours now... which seemed like an eternity after BD (Before Daddy), but had been quite common BD... sometimes going a week or two without a dick inside me, and often going several days without even pleasuring myself.

The football game started, and just two minutes in, I received a text from an unknown number: Girl's visitors locker room NOW!

BD this would have scared me and gotten me worried I'd be outed, yet as the secret society of Masters, Mistresses and subs seemed to be constantly growing around me, I felt confident my secrets would remain safe.

I left the stands and headed to the girls' visiting locker room, which should be empty, since no girls team was playing today and the other football team hadn't brought their cheerleaders.

I walked in and Noa said, in her cheerleading outfit, including new darker coloured pantyhose which was kind of hot, "About time."

"Sorry, I was in the stands," I said.

"Get out of that dress," she ordered. "And get over here. We have very little time."

"Okay," I nodded, discarding my dress and hurrying over to her as she took off her top, revealing her great pair of black tits.

"Amazing tits," I said.

"I know," she said dismissively, as she pushed me to the floor, placed her foot up on the bench, grabbed my head, and ordered, "Now get me off, quickly."

I didn't respond with words, just action, as my face was suddenly buried deep in her pussy.

"You may rub yourself, slut," she offered generously as I hungrily licked her pussy, knowing time was of the essence, since all our cheerleaders were supposed to be on the field.

I did rub myself, as she added, "I need to be back on the field in five minutes."

I furiously licked her pussy and rubbed mine, as her moans increased quickly from my reckless full frontal attack.

"Oh yes, Mrs. Walker, you're such a nasty teacher slut," she moaned, before adding, "I wonder if your daughter is a pussy pleasing slut as well."

My eyes went wide at her mention of my daughter, as she pulled me deeper into her wetness, and I couldn't help but wonder if Carolyn might be one. She was quite shy... which I'd been in high school (college not so much); she was a people pleaser, like I've always been. It was possible she liked girls, or was at least curious about girls... although that side of my sexuality didn't begin until college, nor my intrigue with other races... particularly blacks.

"I bet she'd look so cute between my legs," she continued, as I tried to focus on getting her off, and not the visual of my daughter serving as someone's lesbian pet. I mean if she chose to be one... cool... I'd definitely support her in that... but I certainly didn't want her to be coerced, blackmailed or manipulated into doing anything because of my careless activities.

"Oh yes, I get that your daughter is a submissive white slut just like you are," she said, as she began rubbing her pussy up and down my face... even as I kept rubbing myself... and moaning. "You like that idea, don't you, Mrs. Walker?"

She pulled my head away and looked down at me. "If she wants to," I said, a hopelessly vague response.

"But if she did, it would turn you on, wouldn't it?"

"I don't know," I said, although my fevered pussy answered for me.

"We both know it would, you nasty slut," she said, shoving my face roughly into her wetness, and really grinding on it. "Don't worry, soon you and your daughter can be shoulder to shoulder, sharing BBC and black pussy."

"Ohhhhh," I involuntarily moaned at her words, unable to shove away the shoulder to shoulder visual she'd just presented me with.

"But for now, just get me off," she demanded, and a minute later I was lapping up her flooding cum.

As soon as she was done, she pushed me to the floor and ordered, "Now rub yourself, picturing your daughter eating my black pussy."

I spread my legs, resting them on the bench, as she sat between them, and I rubbed myself frantically.

"And her sucking down big nigger cock."

"Oh God," I moaned, my eyes closed, the visual very vivid.

"Ready for your actual task?" she asked as I was near orgasm, and I couldn't help but envision my daughter eating her pussy:

And sucking Daddy's cock:

Taking a strap-on wielded by Babygirl:

And even getting spit-roasted by two big black cocks:

"Yesssss," I moaned, my eyes still closed, not caring what I visualized, since I was about to erupt.

"Look at me," Noa ordered.

I did, and I saw her legs spread wide above me, and I was immediately inundated by a voluminous spray of warm piss.

"Oh my," I moaned, this totally unexpected golden shower, the visuals of my daughter being a sexual submissive, the humiliation of being urinated on, and my frantic dancing fingers, had me coming instantly. "Oh God!!!"

I couldn't believe how this humiliating experience actually made me come... as her pee sprayed all over my body.

"Such a slut," she purred, and she must have been saving up, since she continued pissing all over me for a very long time.

"Oh God," I moaned again, still quaking with pleasure from my humiliating orgasm.

She stood up and lowered her pussy down on my face and ordered, "Lick up the last piss droplets."

I licked her piss mindlessly, as my body trembled.

A few seconds later she said, "I need to get back to the game. You should too."

"Okay," I said, lying on the floor soaked in urine.

She hurried out, and I quickly went into the shower and cleaned up... discarding my irretrievably soiled nylons. As I returned to the game I couldn't remember the last time I'd walked around in a dress with no nylons... I felt positively naked.

We won the game by six points.

I went home and took a long soak in the bathtub, wondering what the last (sad it was going to be the last) task would be.

SATURDAY: Task 12

The final day.

My hubby was arriving home tomorrow.

I was excited both for the final task, and for seeing my man after his being gone for almost two full weeks.

I knew Babygirl was part of Task 12, so I didn't much care what else was involved... no matter how scary or risky... since every moment with Babygirl was always special.

To my surprise, there was no email from Daddy.

I emailed him.

Daddy,

What is the final task please?

I'm on pins and needles... but I'd rather be on a black cock or a pretty face.

Your eager, submissive, BBC loving, black pussy craving, useless pet

JASMINE

I didn't get any response as I ate breakfast, cleaned the house and showered. I dressed in an orange sweater and skirt, and of course nylons (also orange ones I'd found online and had never worn), in case the email came at the last minute and I had to leave in a hurry.

Instead, just around suppertime, I received a text from Babygirl: You alone? I have a gift for you!

I replied: I am. My daughter is working until 7.

Two minutes later, there was a knock on my front door. Could the gift be here already? A rush of excitement coursed through my body as I went to answer the door.

I peeked through the peephole, and it was indeed Babygirl. I quickly opened the door and greeted, "I've really missed you."

"Ditto," she smiled, as she walked into my home.

As soon as the door was closed and we were in the living room, I pulled her in for a romantic kiss.

We kissed for several minutes.

Her hands explored my ass.

My hands explored her ass.

Our tongues explored each other's mouths.

She broke the kiss and said, as she lowered herself to the floor, "I've been craving your sweet pussy all week."

"And I've been missing your pretty face between my legs," I smiled, as she began to lick my pussy from the rear.

God, her tongue was amazing. I moaned, "No one eats pussy like you do."

"I think I know someone just as amazing with her wicked tongue," she purred, as she licked away.

"Okay, we're both two eager pussy pleasers," I moaned, dying to taste her too.

"Take off your sweater and skirt," she said, as she brought her hand to her own pussy.

I did as she asked, saying, "By the way, I like your shirt." It was a parody of the famous 'Enjoy Coke' logo with 'Enjoy Cock' substituted... which we both certainly did.

"I have quite the outfit for you tonight," she said, as I tossed my outer garments aside.

"I can only imagine," I moaned, as I enjoyed her amazing tongue.

After a couple minutes, and trying to be as flexible as I was back when I was younger and a gymnast, I bent down, placed my hands on the carpet and licked her pussy.

"Oh my," Babygirl moaned, "you're full of surprises!"

Not surprisingly, this position was quite taxing and uncomfortable, and after just a few tantalizing, tempting licks, I wanted to dive into the source... face first.

I said, "Let's get into a more comfortable position for our fine dining."

She giggled, "Mmmmmmm, tonight will be all about fine dining."

"Well then, let's savour these sweet appetizers," I said, the metaphors weak, but kind of fun.

"Actually," she said, as I stood up, "I want to dive right in."

"You do, do yoooooooooou?" I asked coyly, as she shocked the shit out of me by picking me up, flipping me around like a strong man would, and diving into my pussy.

"Mmmmmmm, so good," she purred, as I suddenly found myself upside down, held up in the air by someone I couldn't fathom having the strength to hold me up like this, my legs spread, and her tongue lapping away.

"I can't believe you can hold me up like this," I moaned, her tongue really working my pussy over.

"I'm a lot stronger than I look," she said between aggressive licks.

"So it seems," I moaned, as I enjoyed her athletic tongue, grabbed her ass, and pulled my face into her pussy as best I could. I got a few licks in, but struggled upside down to discover a smooth path.

After about a minute, maybe less, Babygirl said, as she lowered me to the floor, "I don't know how Daddy holds me up like this for long minutes at a time."

"He has a lot of muscles," I said, as we were both now on the floor. I kissed her and said, "So let's go old school and just 69 each other."

"Sounds delicious," she said, as I straddled her face and lowered mine to her parted legs.

"You're definitely delicious," I purred, as I began licking her pussy.

"Mmmmm," she moaned, as we dined on each other's homemade appetizers.

We brought each other to orgasms just seconds apart, me coming first, as usual.

After a brief recovery, Babygirl stood up and said, "I need to get you into tonight's special attire."

"Is it as slutty as yours?" I asked playfully, as I looked up at her wearing all red.

"Sluttier," she smiled, going to a duffle bag I didn't even recall her bringing in when she'd entered... although I'd been focused on her hot body and soft lips.

"Oh my," I said, as I remained on the floor, still enjoying the lingering pleasure of my orgasm from Babygirl's tongue.

"I had the shirt made specifically for you," she said, as she returned with a shirt and nylons in the colour I liked the least... pink.

She pulled me up and said, "I think you'll look hot in this."

"Not as hot as you in that tight shirt," I said, admiring the distinct shape of her nipples through her tight red shirt.

"I don't know," she said, as she put the shirt on me, which I realized once it was on, was a generous description of the garment; almost the entire bottom halves of my boobs were left uncovered.

I looked down and smirked at the words on it.: 'lil' pussy slave'.

"Good choice," I smiled.

"I thought you'd like it," she said, before adding, "although for tonight, 'lil' cock slave' may be a better descriptor."

"So I'm getting to play with you tonight, but I'm also getting fucked?" I asked, as I went to the couch and began putting on the pink thigh highs.

"We're both getting fucked tonight," she corrected.

"Gangbang?" I asked.

"There'll be a gang and a lot of banging," she said. "So yes."

"Another fuck-it list item about to be checked off," I said.

"We'll keep going until every last box is checked off," she said. "Although not all of it tonight."

"That would mean I'm going to eat my two sisters' pussies," I pointed out.

"Yep."

"That doesn't seem too likely."

"Did having a foursome with your husband seem very likely?"

"Touché," I nodded before adding, but that wasn't incestuous."

"As you've made abundantly clear in your writing, incest is way more common than one might assume," she said, "and if you're saying you're against doing, it, I don't believe you," as I finished donning my second nylon.

"Good point. Have you partaken?" I asked, curious.

"Not with my immediate family," she said, "meaning we've never laid a finger on LaCresha, but three times we've had encounters with extended family members."

"No way," I said, having received easily over a thousand plus emails from readers who fantasized about committing incest with a relative (mom and son the most common, siblings second, and then dad and daughter) and a couple hundred who'd admitted to having one or more sexual encounters with a close relative (of course many of those were probably bullshit, but some not).

"Yeah, two of my sisters once, Daddy's mother and his brother once, and a three-generational romp with Daddy's aunt, along with his niece and grandniece."

"That's so hot," I said, wishing I could experience my own incestuous lesbian encounter with my sisters, or at least witness some overboard family love.

"It was wild," she nodded, pulling me off the couch. "But we need to get going."

"Where?"

"To infinity and beyond," she smiled wickedly.

"Mmmmmmm," I said, as I put on a trench coat to conceal my slutty attire from the neighbours.

Twenty minutes later we arrived at a motel, and she asked, "Ready for your cock smorgasbord?"

"Am I dressed like a complete slut?" I asked.

"I think your outfit is very sexy," she said.

"But am I dressed like a complete sexy slut?" I persevered.

"Yes... why yes you are," she said, giving me a kiss before we left her car and walked to a room.

"This doesn't seem like a task," I said, as we reached the door to Room 8.

"No, it's more of a reward for your two weeks of total obedience. Even when we made that mistake with LaCresha, it was an error in judgement, not disobedience."

"Or to put it another way, I'm being rewarded for experiencing two weeks of wild and wicked adventures that I'll never forget."

"Yep. And that was only the beginning," she said, before adding, reaching into her purse, "I almost forgot to give you this."

She pulled out a lovely jeweled necklace and fastened it around my neck, "You've definitely earned this."

"Cum slut," I smiled. "Nice."

'You probably shouldn't wear it to school," she joked.

"Not very often, anyway," I laughed, before she opened the door.

I followed her in, and saw Daddy and a man I didn't know sitting across the room having a drink and watching sports on the television. "Hi, Daddy."

"Hi, slut," he said. "Lose the coat."

"Of course, Daddy," I said, quickly removing it, not at all fazed anymore to be dressed sluttily in front of a complete stranger who was clearly admiring my semi-clad body.

Nice," the stranger said.

"Thank you," I replied, posing for him to take all of me in.

"Slut Jasmine, this is Minister Deacon," Daddy performed the honours. "Minister Deacon, Slut Jasmine."

"Nice to meet you, Minister," I smiled, realizing I did recognize him. He'd been a guest Minister once at my church over a year ago.

"The pleasure will be all mine," he said meaningfully, standing up and walking over to me.

As he kissed my hand, I amended his statement with, "Oh, I imagine the pleasure will be mutual."

"And she's a schoolteacher?" he asked.

"Yes, one of LaCresha's," Daddy said.

"Amazing," he said, as I automatically went to my knees before him. I knew by now that Daddy never introduced me to anyone he didn't expect me to have sex with pretty much immediately.