This is a continuation of my story, Expect One Thing, Get Another. This story has cuckolding elements as well as some racial stereotyping. I can already hear readers complaining, not another Black man with a big cock! To which, I say, a girl can dream, can't she? And besides, in an admittedly small-ish sample size, that's been my reality where Black men are concerned. In addition, this story is based on the adventures and fantasies of another reader and I have to remain true to her experiences as well.
Jasmine should have known that it would be impossible to keep anything private at the hospital, especially if it's information of a sexual nature. Of course, Quinton probably bragged to a friend, who told a few other people, and the next thing she knew, her friend Analyn, another Filipina nurse, took her aside and asked her: "Is it true about you and Quinton?" Jasmine nodded shyly, embarrassed but not ashamed of her actions.
"Oh my god, I didn't believe it!" Analyn exclaimed. "I didn't think you had it in you."
Analyn was unusual for a Filipina in that not only was she divorced, but since her divorce, had been fairly sexually active almost to the point of promiscuity.
"Is it true what they say about him?" she asked Jasmine. "Is it twelve inches long?"
"Oh god, no," Jasmine said, laughing. "It's big, but not that big. I'm sure Quinton himself started that rumor."
"But what about Dr. Patel?" Analyn asked. "I thought you two were supposed to hook up?"
"Oh," said Jasmine, her face frowning at the memory. "He got cold feet."
"Cold feet!" Analyn said. "Did he think you were asking for a ring?"
"Well, it's over now," Jasmine sighed, although Rakesh was still very much in her thoughts.
"Maybe not so over," Analyn said. She nodded toward the other end of the hall, where Rakesh Patel seemed to be waving her over. "Better go see what lover boy wants."
Jasmine raised her eyebrows and heaved a big sigh before heading toward Rakesh.
"Who's the busy girl now?" Analyn shouted after her.
When Jasmine reached where Rakesh was standing, he ushered her into an empty room.
"Look," he said. "I'm sorry for what happened the other day."
"I'm sorry, too," Jasmine said. "Maybe you weren't ready."
"No, I was ready," the doctor said. "I just freaked out."
"It's definitely not the reaction you expect when you've got someone's cock in your mouth," Jasmine said, and she surprised herself for being so explicit.
"I know, I know," Rakesh said. "I'm really sorry if that seemed insulting. It wasn't meant to be."
"You really hurt me," Jasmine said. "You meant a lot to me."
"You mean a lot to me, too," he said, noting her use of the past tense. "If it makes you feel any better, I haven't been able to think of anything but your mouth on my cock ever since."
"Oh yeah?" Jasmine said, her heart leaping with guarded feelings of joy.
"And I was wondering if you might be willing to try again," he said.
"Are you sure you're ready this time?" she asked, warily. "I don't want to be left high and dry again."
"I'm sure," Rakesh said. "I really want you in the worst way."
Rakesh told her that there was a big gala for the hospital's donors at the Hilton Hotel the next Thursday. His wife didn't want to go, and Jasmine could go as his date. He would work it so that she could get the night off. Rakesh said that after putting in a short appearance at the gala, the two of them could go up to a hotel room and make love.
The plan sounded perfect to Jasmine. She wouldn't even have to make up an elaborate lie for her husband, Mark. He could just assume that she went to work as usual. And she still wanted to be with Rakesh, despite the anger she had felt about the last time.
As she left the room, she ran right into Cameron Jackson, the new surgeon at the hospital. He was what Analyn called "the complete package." Not only was the talented new surgeon handsome and chiseled like an Adonis, he was newly single, having just gotten divorced from his wife.
"Dr. Jackson!" Jasmine yelped in surprise. "I'm so sorry."
"Don't be sorry," he replied. "Always nice to see my favorite nurse."
The surgeon had always had an eye for Asian women. He had even dated one his junior year at Penn. Maria was a pretty Filipina freshman, and he had adored her. She had an impossibly tight pussy that could barely accommodate him, but she never tired of trying to please him. Even as an eighteen year old, Maria let him do anything he wanted with her body. Sadly she was homesick for her family in California, and she transferred after freshman year. He never saw her again.
This nurse Jasmine, however, was the spitting image of Maria. They were about the same height, with the same dark skin, and the same sweet smile and disposition. Although she was on the short side, she had an athletic body with ample breasts. Maria would be about Jasmine's age right now, he thought, and she probably looks a lot like Jasmine does now. He couldn't help but think of being naked with her every time he saw the nurse in the short three months he had been at the hospital.
Jasmine thought Dr. Jackson was very attractive, but didn't give him much thought. Analyn was always talking about him, and despite all of her efforts, even Analyn hadn't been able to attract the doctor's attention. Despite the fact that he was always nice to her, Jasmine didn't think he would have any interest in a married Filipina nurse when he had his pick of all the eligible single women at the hospital.
On the day of the fundraising gala, Jasmine pretended to go to work, taking a nice dress in a bag that she would change into when she got to the hospital. After getting dressed and putting on her makeup, she hurried over to the hotel and met Rakesh in the hotel lobby. She couldn't believe how excited she was. She could feel her heart beating in her chest as she stood in the lobby. Rakesh checked in at the front desk and came back with two keycards, giving one to Jasmine.
As soon as they entered the room, Rakesh kissed her, and they moved awkwardly while locked in an embrace into the bedroom and tumbled on to the bed. He couldn't get enough of her, and his hands were everywhere-on her face, her breasts, then traveling up her dress. He touched her panties, and was excited to feel that they were already damp.
"I'm so wet for you," she whispered in his ear. She was more excited than the time when Quinton buried his big cock inside her.
He pushed the thin material of her panties aside and put his fingers on her pussy. It was the first time since he had been married that he had touched another woman. Just touching Jasmine's private parts was almost enough to make him come.
At the same time, Jasmine was rubbing his stiff cock through his pants. Then she snaked one hand down his pants and touched his cock. The touch of her fingers on his cock sent electric shock waves through Rakesh's body.
Jasmine got him to sit on the edge of the bed. She got on her knees in front of him and undid his suit pants and freed his cock. She felt a pang of disappointment when she saw that it was as small as she remembered it. At the time of the hasty garage blowjob, she hadn't taken a close look, but now it was obvious Rakesh's penis was smaller than her husband's cock. It was not going to fill her up like Quinton's monster did, she thought to herself.
Still, it was exciting to see another man's cock hard as a rock for her. Jasmine wrapped her lips around his cock and got it nice and wet. Even before she had ever gone out with a man, Jasmine had practiced oral sex on different objects, and had gotten quite good at it by the time she met her husband. Mark always said that she gave blowjobs like a pro. She could hear Rakesh's ragged breathing as she slid her lips up and down his shaft.
"Oh my god," he said. "I'm not used to this."
"Doesn't Amrita do this for you?" Jasmine asked, taking his cock out of her mouth.
"Not really," he said.
"Well, just sit back and enjoy it," she said.
"Oh god, stop!" Rakesh said as Jasmine continued her ministrations on his dick.
Jasmine wondered, what now? She worried that Rakesh was having second thoughts again.
"What's wrong?" she asked, with a little irritation in her voice.
"You're going to make me come," he said.
"That's okay," she said. Then she realized what he meant. "Does Amrita not let you come in her mouth?"
"No, I've never come in her mouth," Rakesh admitted.
"Well, you can come in mine," Jasmine said. "You can even tell me to swallow it, if you want. Why don't you be a bad boy and tell me that if I don't swallow it all that you'll have to fuck my pussy?"
Rakesh groaned with pleasure just to hear Jasmine talk to him that way. He could never get his wife to talk dirty in bed, and she wasn't interested in hearing him talk to her in that way. The nurse, on the other hand, had turned out to be even sexier than he had imagined.
For her part, Jasmine didn't understand why she seemed to lose her sexual inhibitions around Rakesh. She returned to her attentions to his cock, and bobbed up and down on it, paying extra attention to the swollen head. She made sure Rakesh heard her making loud slurping sounds as she sucked, as she had learned from her husband that men liked getting head that was wet and sloppy.
Rakesh didn't last long, and soon came in her mouth with an audible groan. Jasmine made sure to swallow all of the doctor's cum, and then cleaned off his cock with her mouth.
"Mmmm," she said, lasciviously. "That was soooo good."
