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The look on Bashirah Sharif’s face as I slid my eight-inch, uncircumcised ebony cock out of her asshole was all the thanks I needed. The tall Black woman lay naked on the bed, legs spread, bound by thick steel chains as were her slender but firm arms. I smiled, and asked her how she felt. It took her a moment to answer, and honestly I don’t blame her. I just pounded the hell out of her asshole, and even a six-foot-three Somali-born Amazon like her needs to recover from that. I told her to take her time, and she nodded. In a halting voice, she told me she felt great. I smiled. There goes another one, folks. Another fine piece of chocolate booty conquered and defiled by the anal invader known as Jonathan Stephens.

I had a terrific struggle getting Bashirah Sharif into bed, to tell you the truth, but once I got her in there, she proved herself well worth the damn wait. I have a thing for Somali women, and the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario, is full of them. Why Somali women? I don’t know how to explain it but their bodies are mighty fine and somehow different from other Black women because of their genetics. Most Somali have some Arabic blood in them, and the result is a beautiful blend. They’re Black people through and true, but a uniquely beautiful breed of African, if you know what I mean. I’ve been banging Somali pussy ever since I moved to the Ontario region of Canada from my hometown of Boston, State of Massachusetts, in early 2010.

A lot of men in Canada, both Black and White, crave Somali pussy but they hesitate to go after these fine ladies from the Horn of Africa because of the Islam thing. It’s common knowledge that Muslim men are more jealous than men of any other religion and they go absolutely insane when it comes to their women being with other men. A lot of Muslim women get killed every year by their husbands, fathers, uncles and brothers because of Muslim male jealousy, rage and possessiveness. Honor killings. Once a Muslim woman is suspected of sexual misconduct by her family, she’s a dead woman. That’s part of the reason why most Muslim women are afraid to get involved with men from other faiths. Also, they’re not allowed to marry men of other religions because Muslim men claim that God decrees the Muslim male able to marry a woman of any faith or background while the Muslim female is the property of the Muslim male and cannot share herself with anyone other than him. If that’s not a load of bullshit, I honestly don’t know what in hell is.

Anyhow, the moment I spotted Bashirah Sharif at the anadolu yakası escort Ottawa Public Library on Metcalfe street downtown, bending down to pick up a copy of an erotic novel by the African-American author Zane, I knew I wanted her. Even wearing a full-body dark green dress and a modest hijab, she couldn’t hide her great height or the sexy, curvy body underneath it. And she damn sure couldn’t hide her gigantic, heart-shaped ass. Hot damn. I took one look at her fine piece of Somali booty and I almost forgot my name. I tucked in the silver crucifix I always wore and walked over to introduce myself. I told her she looked familiar and wondered if I knew her from the university. There are only two universities in the City of Ottawa. The oldest one is the University of Ottawa, and the newest and coolest is Carleton University. Cheap but easy shot, right? Imagine my surprise when she fell for it.

The tall young Somali woman addressed me in the guttural Somali language, of which I spoke not a word. I don’t know why people in the City of Ottawa keep mistaking me for a Somali guy. I’m biracial, sure, but that’s not it. My father John Stephens is African-American, originally from the City of Detroit, Michigan, and my mother Theresa Abdul-Hamid is half Mexican and half Lebanese, born in the City of Baalbek, Southern Lebanon, and raised in the City of Boston, Massachusetts. I’m mixed with a lot of things, to say the least. I speak a bit of Arabic thanks to my mother, so I understand when the Arabs and others are speaking around me in the City of Ottawa. When I looked puzzled, the young lady asked me in English where I was from. I told her I was half Black and half Arab, born and bred in the U.S. of A. when I said that, she grinned and told me lots of Arab men chased Black women nowadays. It was my turn to smile. I pulled out my wallet and showed her a picture of my parents. Black man with Arab woman. It does happen.

The stunned look on her face was all the answer I needed. I smiled at her and told her with pride that these were indeed my parents. She nodded, and told me they made a cute couple. I smiled bashfully. I do come from good genes. I’m six-foot-five, broad-shouldered and muscular, with light brown skin, curly Black hair and pale green eyes. People say I look like the actor who portrayed that Black cop in the last Underworld movie. The one who teamed up with Kate Beckinsale against the werewolves. What’s his name again? Michael Ealy. Yeah, people say I look like ataşehir escort Hollywood actor Michael Ealy. I take that as a compliment because he’s a decent-looking brother but I’m much taller than him. Anyhow, I asked the young lady for her name and she introduced herself. After a brief hesitation, she shook my hand. Once she did that, I knew I was on the right track. Muslim women who are really conservative don’t shake hands with men who aren’t related to them because it’s taboo in Muslim societies, inter-gender touching between people who aren’t related. Go figure.

Anyhow, that first meeting proved to be fateful, because it all went RIGHT from there. Bashirah Sharif, born in Somalia and raised in Ontario, was indeed one of my fellow students at Carleton University. She was in her second year in Law and I was in my third year as a Criminology student, having started my studies in Criminal Justice at Bay State College in Boston. She added me on Facebook and we became friends. We began seeing each other, at first for movies and coffee, and then for more serious stuff. It turns out that Bashirah was far less conservative and straight-laced than she appeared. The hijab-wearing Somali gal is on a first-name basis with a certain spiky-haired white chick who works at a porno shop in downtown Ottawa. A hijab-wearing Somali woman who likes porn. Oh, and she guzzles down Irish Whiskey like it’s going out of style! Hot damn. I did not see that one coming, for real.

Like all women, Bashirah Sharif the Somali chick was full of surprises. When she unceremoniously unzipped my pants and sucked my dick as we watched the movie Expendables 2 inside the Blair Cineplex, I didn’t know what to think but I just went with it. I caressed her hijab-covered head as she went down on me, sucking my cock greedily and licking my balls. I never wear any underwear, and for once I was thankful for that. I watched the screen, mesmerized not by my favorite action heroes ganging up on a villain who happened to be a guy whose movies they all grew up admiring, but by Bashirah sucking my dick. What turned me on the most inside this deserted theater? The fact that she still had her hijab on as she went down on me. I watch a lot of hijab porn, folks. I’m turned on by sexual situations involving women wearing the Islamic headscarf. Not the full-on burka thing because I’m not into ninjas or women dressed like tents, but a hijab on an otherwise naked woman getting fucked is really hot. Oh yeah.

This was just the beginning ümraniye escort of our fun together, ladies and gentlemen. Bashirah is addicted to my dick, partly because I know how to use it and partly because I’m uncut. Being from the Islamic world, she’s not used to uncircumcised men. Hmmm. We went home that day, and fucked like rabbits. I had her face down and ass up on my sofa, nude save for her hijab, of course. Looking at this tall, sexy and curvy sister with a big round butt looking amazing while naked with her hijab still on turned me on like you would not believe. I put on a condom and slipped my dick into her pussy. Bashirah told me in advance that she liked it when a man took control in the bedroom. I had her expressed permission to spank her ass, call her names and even pull her hair if I saw fit. Well, I had to decline that last part. Like I said before, I LOVE hijabs on naked women!

I fucked her real good, pounding my cock into her pussy. While I fucked her, the stuff that came out of her mouth made me blush, and I grew up around some colorful characters in Boston, foul-mouthed Italians and Irishmen who swore up and down every frigging day. Damn. Yeah, Bashirah was a passionate lady. She’s the one who introduced me to BDSM. The world of bondage, dominance, and of course sadomasochism. She was a submissive and required HARD domination from a strong man. You had better believe I dominated the hell out of her, man. I tied her up then I bent her over and fucked her in the ass. She told me to stick my Kafir dick in her sweet Muslim ass like the Infidel that I am. Like I needed any damn encouragement! I drilled my cock into her well-lubricated asshole and enjoyed every minute of it. Fuck yeah, man. I had a blast. Literally. I came twice while fucking her, lucky my condom was on tight, but not too tight.

Yeah, man. I’m having a lot of fun with Bashirah Sharif these days. This Muslim gal from Somalia is amazing. And not just in the bedroom. We get along wonderfully, and we have a lot of fun together. We don’t just go to the movies, eat in restaurants and fuck like rabbits. We help each other with homework and stuff like that two. People at school know we’re together. Yes, I’m a big and tall Black man with a silver crucifix around my neck, and I’m holding hands with a tall, hijab-wearing Black woman. The fact that I’m a Christian doesn’t bother Bashirah. She’s sick and tired of Muslim men having their cake and eating it too. If they ( Muslim males ) can date women of any race or religion, then it’s about time Muslim women started doing the same thing. Those were her words exactly when queried by me on the subject. Yeah, we’re not fuck buddies anymore. We’re dating, and we’re happy together. Any haters got a problem with that, I’ll pop a cap in their asses, and all the prayers in the world won’t save them from my wrath. You got it? Peace!

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