Somali Queen In Ottawa Ch. 04

Sex is a powerful thing, ladies and gentlemen, and it can take a man places he never imagined. My name is Steve Salomon, a big and tall Haitian brother living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I study business management at Carleton University, and I got one hell of a story to share with you. You see, a while ago, this tall, gorgeous Somali Hijabi named Yasmin Hussein came into my life and turned my entire universe upside down. We've been together ever since.

Now, I've got a weakness for Somali women, especially the Hijab-wearing and conservatively attired ones...who happen to have nice, big and round butts. I'm happy to say that my lady, Yasmin Hussein, is a proud member of the Big Booty Sistas Club, Somali style of course. I've been spending so much time at her place and vice versa that I asked Yasmin to move in with me. Men, if you're reading this, learn from a brother's mistake. Do not ask females to move in with you. Women don't believe in sharing either power or real estate. They believe in total domination.

After a night of passionate lovemaking, or fucking, whatever, Yasmin had me sexually hypnotized, man. Most men have never experienced having the type of female who really lays it down in the bedroom. I give Yasmin a perfect score of ten out of ten. Four stars. Two thumbs up. And other euphemisms. I mean, I swear sometimes I thought Yasmin was trying to kill me using that tight pussy, mesmerizing ass and voluptuous body of hers. What a way to go, eh?

I came home that night after working a twelve-hour shift on a Saturday. Working the 11 A.M. to 11 P.M. shift inside an empty office building downtown is no joke, even if you're the type of security guard who likes to kick back by ordering Shawarma and take off your shoes while watching porn on your laptop. When I got home that day, I was beat. Little did I know that there was a surprise waiting for me.

Good evening sexy, said a lust-filled female voice as I half-walked, half-loped my way to my bedroom, thinking I'd crash and wake up halfway through the next day. My eyes went wide when I saw Yasmin Hussein, my tall and sexy, brown-skinned, busty and big-bottomed cutie waiting for me, stark naked on my king-sized bed. I grinned from ear to ear, for my gorgeous lady was naked save for her Hijab. The sight of Yasmin Hussein on all fours, with that big round ass of hers winking at me, well, it got my dick harder than a rock. Grinning wickedly, Yasmin told me to come to her. As if a horny Haitian brother like me needed any encouragement. I wanted to tap that thick Somali ass of hers. For real.

Eagerly I joined Yasmin on the bed, all thoughts of sleep and rest gone from my mind. Since my sexy lady was already on all fours, I got right behind her, and grabbed that thick booty of hers. Nothing quite like a thick and round Somali booty on this planet, ladies and gentlemen. Trust me on this, I'm a reformed womanizer who's banged women of all races and body types. I kissed Yasmin's ass and licked it while my sweetie giggled happily. Then I eased my hard dick into her cunt from behind.

Yasmin squealed in delight as I gripped her wide hips tightly while slamming my dick into her pussy. A lot of females like the love-me-tender routine but not my sweet Yasmin. Nope, my favorite Somali cutie loves the rough stuff, and that's more than okay by me. I fucked that delicious, wet pussy of hers like sex was going out of style. Yasmin gets really vocal in the bedroom and that's right up my alley. After fucking her for a good while, I came, and then we lay there, panting and moaning, smiling like a couple of idiots.

Yasmin wanted to go another round but man, after working twelve hours, I was exhausted, and not even the sight of my gorgeous Somali goddess could keep a brother from falling asleep. In spite of Yasmin's protests, I fell asleep and she could not wake me up. Look, I love this chick and I'm addicted to her like no man has ever been addicted to a woman. I love her when she's happy and when she's happy. I love her when she's menstruating and cherish her even when she's super bitchy with bitchy on top.

For real, man. I love this woman. Yasmin rocks and she's my world. I love her when she's being insecure and annoying, asking me questions about her weight and appearance the way all females seem to. Yeah, I love Yasmin. I love her even when she draws annoying lists full of items she wants me to grab at the damn store, including shit from the ladies section. She's the light of my life. I even love the way her farts smell. That's my Yasmin. However, a tired brother who's worked twelve consecutive hours at work needs some damn sleep. Sorry, ladies, but the pussy can wait.

The next morning, I woke up refreshed and well-rested, ready to face the day. Yasmin was already up, and ready to go to work. Clad in a long-sleeved red T-shirt, blue jeans and crimson Hijab, Yasmin looked damn good. I saw an angry look on her face and wondered aloud about whatever's got my lady pissed off so damn early in the morning. I swear, there's always something going on with females, man.

A still-horny Yasmin demanded satisfaction from me for having slacked off the night before. See what I told you about them Somali women being insatiable? I laid my sexy cutie on the bed, spread her thighs and inhaled her womanly fragrance. Now, a lot of females get self-conscious about the way they smell down there before they shower. Personally, I like a woman who smells and tastes like a woman. I love eating unwashed pussy. Why, you may ask? It's pussy at its most natural, ladies and gentlemen. Nothing like it!

I buried my face between Yasmin Hussein's thick, sexy thighs and ate her pussy like a condemned man devouring his last meal prior to execution. Yasmin moaned deeply and squealed in delight as I licked and fingered her cunt. After getting her nice and wet, I thrust my hard dick into her cunt and began pounding the hell out of her. I put Yasmin on all fours, and yanked the hijab off her damn head, freeing her long, lustrous black hair and pulling on it while fucking her. I had never gotten this rough with Yasmin before and she seemed to love it.

We fucked for a while, and afterwards, Yasmin kissed me and told me that she was going to be late for work. I looked at my sexy Somali sweetie, looking sinfully sexy in her Islamic cultural garb ( which couldn't hide her mesmerizing ass or curvaceous figure ) and smiled with contentment. I tossed her my keys, and told her to keep them. Yasmin squealed so high it hurt my damn ears, then told me how happy she was that I was asking her to move in with me. Um, what the fuck is she talking about?

Yasmin Hussein looked at me adoringly. She hugged me and kissed me and then, before I could say another word, Yasmin squealed again and rushed out of the apartment. Dude, I just wanted to give her my spare keys so she can come over whenever to ride my dick. I did NOT mean to ask Yasmin to move in with me. I'm not ready for this shit. Having a female living with me 24/7. Dammit. If I renege, Yasmin will dump me for sure. The thought of not having her in my life scares me. The thought of living with her terrifies me. How am I going to get out of this?