I met Carlos when he came into the ER with his coworker who was injured on the job. He was a tall and fit black immigrant from the Dominican Republic but he'd been in the US for twenty years and he spoke English very well. I talked to him for a while in the waiting room. He was extremely flirtatious and he asked me if I wanted to get a cup of coffee when my shift ended. I had no plans after work and my husband was home to let the dogs out so I told Carlos "yes" and we agreed on a time and place.
I was still in my pink scrubs as we sat at Starbucks chatting and flirting. I am a short, buxom woman with thick curves and big breasts and I kept catching Carlos looking at my tits. It gave me a thrill and I was enjoying the attention but I wanted something more.
"If you have a place we can go to you can see them up close," I told him and Carlos smiled. He told me his apartment was just a few miles away and I told him I'd follow him in my car. My pussy was already wet from our conversation and the anticipation of getting some good dick and I rubbed it under my scrubs as we drove across town to his apartment.
He lived in a decent, but not great area and he waited patiently as I parked my car on the street. Then I followed him to his second floor apartment watching his ass on the way. I've always had a thing for black men's assess and truth be told I've never been all that attracted to white guys. I dated only white boys in high school and college because that's what was expected but I was much more attracted to black boys even back then. I just knew my father would not approve and I was a Daddy's girl. Carlos had the kind of big dick energy that I love and within minutes of arriving at his place I was pinned against the bedroom wall with his tongue in my mouth. He was a good kisser and he smelled good too. My hands caressed his strong, blue collar chiseled body and I shamelessly spread my legs so he could grind his cock against my pelvis while we kissed.
I pawed at his clothes, stripping off layers until his shiny black torso was bare and then I moaned with desire as I soaked in his beauty. He was a very attractive man with big arms and a flat stomach. Then Carlos lifted my shirt and began to feast on my big, heavy breasts. He was clearly a boob man and he spent the next five minutes sucking, kissing, biting and squeezing my big pale tits. My nipples were raw and chaffed and my heavy tits were covered with hickeys and bruises when he finished, but I didn't care. My husband hadn't even tried to fuck me in more than a month and he rarely even saw me naked so there was little chance he'd see them anytime soon.
When Carlos finished with my tits I dropped to my knees and dragged his pants down his strong legs to the floor. The musky scent of his body made my mouth water and I squealed with delight when I freed his big black dick. I spent a week in the DR for my 40th birthday and while there I learned from a local who worked at the resort that, on average, Dominican men have the biggest dicks of any country. It's a fact that they are quite proud of and Carlos was well above average for even for Dominican men. He had a gorgeous unclipped 8" cock with a slight curve to the left and I grabbed its base with both hands and slid my lips down his shaft. He tasted delicious and I slurped and sucked on it and his balls for at least fifteen minutes before he decided it was time to fuck. He guided me onto his bed, bent me forward and slid into my frothy cunt bareback making me moan like whore. He was rock hard and his cock throbbed as he fucked me with long, languid strokes, working me into a lather. Their was no sense of urgency, just passion and desire and I rocked back into him as I enjoyed his length and girth. My husband is just a shade over 5" and not very thick. I have told him many times that size doesn't matter but that was a lie. I've had good sex with big and average sized dicks but the cha yes are better if the dick is bigger. If my husband wasn't so damn good with his mouth I'd never cum at home and truth be told I probably wouldn't have married him.
Carlos grabbed my hips and his pace quickened. His body slapped against my big fat ass. I felt my legs quivering and my breathing labored as I started to climax. When I finished cumming he flipped me onto my back and buried the length of his perfect cock in my sloppy wet hole. He looked down into my eyes and pistoned his manhood into me like a jackhammer until I came again. Then he rolled onto his back and told me to finish him off.
He didn't have to ask twice and I straddled his waist. I reached back and guided him inside me, taking him balls deep and loving it. It had been almost a year since I'd been fucked properly, with a big, fully functional cock and I rode Carlos until my legs ached.
He was breathing heavy and I knew he was close so I told him to cum inside me and he grinned like a Cheshire cat. He began to thrust his hips upward, meeting my halfway and we body began to pant and groan. He grunted loudly and his big dick got thicker as his seed surged through its shaft. He erupted into my still fertile womb, filling my cunt with his potent sperms as I leaned back and squeezed my tits.
He was still in bed as I slid my panties over my soiled cunt, trapping his hot cream inside me. Then I finished dressing, kissed him goodbye and went down to my car. I was glad to see it was still there, as that would have been an awkward phone call otherwise, and then I drove home to my unsuspecting husband with a pussy filled with immigrants cum. I took a plan B the next day to make sure I didn't have a hard to explain bun in my oven and I never saw Carlos again. I thought about stopping by a few times but sometimes a fling is better than an ongoing affair.
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