Expect One Thing, Get Another Pt. 02

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."

"Oh my god," Rakesh said when he had caught his breath. He had never come in a woman's mouth, much less feel her lips tighten around his cock as it spasmed in orgasm. "I don't think I've ever come that hard."

"Am I better at it than Amrita?" Jasmine asked.

"No comparison," Rakesh replied. "That was out of this world."

The two lovers put themselves back together so they could go downstairs and put in an appearance before returning to the hotel room. Jasmine had wanted his cock inside her pussy right away, but Rakesh used the party as an excuse to buy himself some time before he had to get it up a second time. It had been some time since Rakesh had tried to have sex more than once in a day, and he hoped that spending an hour or so downstairs would give him enough time for his cock to recover and get hard again.

Dr. Jackson noticed the two of them arriving at the gala together, and putting two and two together, deduced that they must be having an affair. The Indian doctor irritated him. Since he had first arrived at the hospital, Dr. Patel had been condescending and rude, maybe as a result of seeing his wife flirting with the black doctor. Now he had an additional reason to fuck the pretty nurse.

Usually when they were together, Jasmine and Rakesh couldn't stop talking to each other. Now, having just been together in a sexual way, they spent a lot of time just looking at each other and sighing. They wanted to talk about what just happened, as well as what was going to happen, but they couldn't risk being overheard.

Finally, Rakesh said, "I'll go get us a couple of drinks," and headed off to the bar. Jasmine surveyed the scene. There weren't any other nurses there, it was mainly donors, doctors and hospital administrators. She ate some of the hors d'oeuvres being passed around by the wait people and realized she was starved.

After what seemed like an eternity, Rakesh returned, without drinks. Jasmine was slightly annoyed with him.

"I just heard something very disturbing," Rakesh said to her.

"What?" Jasmine asked.

"That you had sex with Quinton, the Black orderly," he said.

"So what?" she said.

"So what?" Rakesh was incensed, not just by what he had heard, but by her nonchalant response. "Are you in the habit of sleeping with orderlies?"

"Don't slut shame me," she whispered under her breath so that she wouldn't be heard by the other party-goers. "He just happened to be nice enough to drive me home the day you dumped me."

"And you fuck anyone who gives you a ride, is that right?" the doctor demanded to know.

"Oh fuck you!" Jasmine spat out. "If anything, you did this to me. When you kicked me out of your car, I was hurt and vulnerable, and that fucking kid took advantage of me."

"Oh is that so?" he went on. "I heard you quite enjoyed it."

"Who said that?" she asked. "He didn't have sex with me, he brutalized me."

Jasmine knew she was exaggerating, but she didn't want Rakesh to think she had been so easy. He wasn't buying it, though.

"Oh spare me the sob story," he said. "Did he break into your house and rape you? Or did you invite him into your house?"

Jasmine looked down at her shoes.

"I thought so," Rakesh said. "I don't want to have sloppy seconds."

"What does that even mean?" Jasmine asked.

"I don't want to be inside a place that's been, as you say, 'brutalized' by another man's dick."

"You didn't mind the fact that I'm married, and have had sex with my husband," she countered. "We're not exactly virgins."

"But you just had sex with a Black man!"

"So this is what it's all about?" Jasmine couldn't help but raise her voice. "You're a fucking racist!"

"I'm not a racist!" Rakesh said. "But you just had a huge black cock inside you! How am I supposed to follow that?"

"You men and your obsession with the size of your thing," she sighed. "It's pathetic."

Rakesh could only shake his head. He looked at Jasmine, and although he wanted her, he turned and left the hotel ballroom.

Jasmine could not believe he had done it again. As she stood there in shock, Dr. Jackson appeared. He had been watching Dr. Patel arguing with the pretty nurse, and decided to swoop in as Dr. Patel left in what looked like a fit of anger.

"Jasmine," he said to her, smiling, handing her a glass of champagne.

"Dr. Jackson," Jasmine said, surprised.

"Please call me Cameron," he said. "Dr. Patel has been monopolizing you all evening."

"Well, he's not monopolizing me anymore," she said.

Jasmine was happy to talk to Cameron. He was smart and charming, and he made her laugh. She could see what the other women liked about him. She thought that she'd liked to be swept off her feet by someone like him. After a while, Cameron asked her if she would like to see the outdoor terrace, and then guided her out onto a beautiful outdoor area all lit up by hanging lights. They walked to the balustrade where there was a view of the city.

Cameron Jackson was used to getting what he wanted. His wife was divorcing him because Dr. Jackson wasn't good at keeping his cock in his pants. But he didn't understand why Jasmine seemed to have little interest in him. Now he realized that the Indian doctor was the reason. But tonight he was determined to have her.

As they looked at the view, the doctor put his hand on Jasmine back. When she didn't object, he slid his hand down to her waist. With Jasmine still not offering any resistance, he pulled her closer to him. When she looked up to him with a puzzled but friendly expression on her face, he bent down and kissed her.

Jasmine was in shock as she felt the handsome doctor's lips on hers. The dilemma for nice Asian girls like her was that as proper as she wanted to be, politeness often kept her from objecting to unwanted advances. When men ogled her or even groped her, instead of reporting it or voicing her complaint, she would smile and go on her way.

In this case, the kiss was not unwanted. Jasmine couldn't believe that the hot doctor that everyone-doctors, nurses and even the cafeteria workers-wanted, was kissing her. She kissed him back. They kissed for a long time, and as they did, Cameron's big hands explored the small woman's body, and found it to be familiar.

"Let's go to my place," he whispered to her.

"I have some place closer," Jasmine said, taking the keycard out of her purse.

As they rode the elevator upstairs, Cameron surmised that Jasmine and Dr. Patel had intended to use the hotel room later until they had had the fight that led to Patel leaving in a huff.

Jasmine was nervous as she tried to unlock the door with her keycard. She couldn't open the door, mainly because her hands were trembling with excitement, and she had the thought that maybe Rakesh had already checked out of the room. Cameron took the card from her, and swiped it cleanly through the reader and opened the door.

When they entered the room, Jasmine watched as the Black doctor deliberately removed his belt and unzipped his pants. She saw him take out a cock that was unlike any she had ever seen. Jasmine involuntarily gasped, and put a hand up to her mouth.

Yes, Quinton's cock was twice the size of her husband's, but this was something else. If Quinton's cock was eight inches long, then how long might this be? She was mesmerized by the sight of it.

"Get on your knees," Cameron commanded. While she had earlier been the instigator with Rakesh, it was clear who was in charge now. She quickly got on her knees, in front of the big Black man. She reverently licked the head all around before wrapping her lips around it.

Her usual tricks with much smaller cocks were not going to work here. Fortunately, she had experience with taking large things down her throat. Her practicing taking objects down her throat as a young woman had helped her deep throat Quinton's cock, but Cameron's cock would be a bigger challenge.

When she and Mark had first gotten together, he had encouraged her to try taking different large objects in her pussy and throat. She had started with bananas and cucumbers, but had also been able to swallow a slender Chinese eggplant and a large dildo. Jasmine had no gag reflex, and deepthroating was a talent she had not been able to employ during her marriage since Mark's cock wasn't long enough for that.

As Cameron pushed his cock deeper into Jasmine's mouth, he expected her to stop him. Most women could not or would not take him down their throats. But Jasmine seemed to welcome it, and she pulled him in by his buttocks to take him deeper. He was amazed as he watched his cock disappear into her mouth.

Not since Maria had so willingly and eagerly taken all of his cock had he experienced this. The idea of having his cock in a woman's throat was thrilling, feeling the head of his cock squeezed by this small woman's throat. He had to concentrate so that he wouldn't come.

Jasmine was enjoying having the doctor's cock all the way down her throat. But she worried about whether her small pussy could accommodate his cock as well as her throat could. Quinton's cock had made her pussy sore for days afterwards. Dr. Jackson's cock looked like it could do even more damage.

Cameron was enjoying the sensation of having his cock sliding down Jasmine's wet throat, but he knew that if he continued it any longer, he wouldn't be able to stop himself from coming. So he reluctantly pulled out.

"Get undressed for me, baby," he said to Jasmine, as he started to undress himself. Jasmine took off her dress and let it fall on the floor. She had put on her best lacy bra and thong for Rakesh, and she let Cameron admire them for a minute before removing them, and letting them fall to the floor.

But when Cameron removed his shirt, it was her turn to gasp. The doctor was even more fabulous with his shirt off. It wasn't just that he was heavily muscled. Cameron did not have an ounce of fat on his body, and he looked more like a professional athlete than a medical professional.

Jasmine couldn't help but drape herself on such a tremendous torso. She felt the firm pecs and abs. The shoulders and biceps were also for real. He shrugged her off so that he could remove the rest of his clothing. When they were both naked, he picked her up as if she weighed nothing, and carried her into the bedroom, which was separate from the sitting area.