Meet Khaled James Kagame, a brother whose friends affectionately refer to as K.J. This young Black man from East Africa has a host of problems. First of all, his second year at Concordia University is off to a rough start. When Khaled opted to study Criminology, he thought it would be an easy subject. After all, his father Jalil Kagame studied Criminal Justice at McGill University before joining the RCMP. Concordia ought to be a breeze, or so Khaled initially thought. Sadly, he was mistaken...
Things were looking up a little bit for Khaled, though. His parents, Ginette and Jalil Kagame have left the City of Montreal, Quebec, and went to their hometown of Kigali, Republic of Rwanda, for a three-week vacation. A second honeymoon of sorts, or something. With his parents gone, what's a brother to do? Keep in mind that Khaled is twenty years old, horny as can be, and has a crush on Gladys Kaberuka, his mom's church-going best friend and next door neighbor...
"In my dreams, a bossy older Black woman ties me up, smacks me around, pisses on me and has her way with me, why does the Devil send me such dreams?" Khaled sobbingly confessed to Gladys, after the Sunday school meeting. Seating inside Gladys's office in the church basement, in a decidedly private setting, the young man finally felt free enough to unburden himself.
The All-Worlds Church of northwestern Montreal held youth meetings three times a week, and as head deaconess and coordinator of the groups, it was Gladys's duty to help the church's young men and women stay in the right path. The church membership was primarily made up of Rwandan-Canadians, along with Haitians, Jamaicans, Arabs, and even a few white people. Gladys and the church leaders welcomed all believers, and believed in taking care of their own...
Lately, though, Gladys had been keeping a closer watch on Khaled Kagame. The six-foot-tall, handsome young brother was becoming sullen and withdrawn. Gladys had known Khaled practically his whole life. Indeed, when Gladys and her French-Canadian former husband Lucas Tremblay moved into the neighborhood, Khaled's parents became their closest friends. After Gladys divorced Lucas following her discovery of his affair with a male colleague, Khaled's mother consoled her. Indeed, Gladys cared very much for Khaled and wanted nothing but the best for him...
"Khaled, my friend, sometimes the Devil comes to tempt us and it's a test that heaven allows so we can show our fortitude," Gladys replied, and Khaled looked at the tall, curvy, forty-something Black woman in the stylish silver pantsuit who sat across from him in the church basement. At this hour, the church was basically empty, and when Gladys asked for a volunteer to help her clean, Khaled jumped at the chance because he had something he wanted to get off his chest.
"I know this, Gladys, we are different, you see, you're a strong woman of the church, you can resist these temptations, I am just a weak young man," Khaled said, shaking his head, and Gladys bit her lip, then gently laid her hand on his thigh. The older woman's touch electrified Khaled, and the fought to conceal the erection that was growing in his pants, to no avail.
"Oh my," Gladys whispered, as her sharp gaze noticed the growing bulge in Khaled's pants. Khaled looked at his pants then looked at her, embarrassed. Truth be told, he'd been checking out Gladys all afternoon. The tall, curvaceous church lady's fantastic ass looked pretty hot and tempting in those tight pants she wore. Oh, and those thick thighs of hers were so appealing that Khaled developed an erection from merely thinking of them...
"I'm so sorry," Khaled blurted out, not knowing what else to say. Gladys looked at Khaled reassuringly, and drew closer to him. So close that he could smell her perfume, and a lot of other things. The sort of things that a man must usually get really close to a woman in order to smell them. Gladys looked at Khaled tenderly, and he smiled sheepishly.
When Khaled was growing up in the City of Kigali, Rwanda, his parents left him in the care of his paternal grandmother Halima Kagame, a taciturn Rwandan woman who converted to Christianity from an Islamic background a long time ago. Granny Halima thought Khaled was too chubby and used to make him run around doing errands, and hid his food, daring him to find it before it spoiled. This tough and unorthodox upbringing led Khaled to develop a sharp sense of smell, and a lifelong fascination with bossy Black women...
"It's perfectly natural, Khaled, you're male and I'm female, your body is reacting to my presence," Gladys replied, and Khaled saw uncertainty in those lovely brown eyes of hers. How many times Khaled had lain in his bed, his dick in his hands, thoughts of Gladys and her curvy body, huge ass and sultry hotness swirling about his mind? Drawing closer to her, Khaled took a deep breath, then gently touched her arm.
"Gladys, I think about you a lot, and I see you in those dreams of mine, I might go to hell for this but I want you to know, I don't find you too stubborn or bossy, in fact, I like it when you boss me around," Khaled said, and a look of utter surprise filled Gladys's face. All her life Gladys had been an assertive woman. The men in her life, both Black and white, always feared and rejected her natural assertiveness. Khaled liked her the way she is? Wow.
"You don't think I'm too bossy or bitchy? Most men hate women like me, to the point that I started to think there's something wrong with me," Gladys said softly, and a faraway look crept into her pretty face. Growing up female in patriarchal Rwandan society wasn't easy. When Gladys moved to Canada, she decided to live life her way. Things didn't work out the way she intended, though...
After earning an MBA at McGill University, Gladys married a tall, handsome French Canadian guy Lucas Tremblay and bore him a daughter, Gina. The three of them became staples of Montreal life as a successful, middle-class interracial family. Sadly, things began to fall apart. One day, Gladys caught her husband Lucas Tremblay in bed with their friend Lester Morrison. A nasty divorce followed. Astonishingly, the judge gave Lucas custody of Gina, and they moved to the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Gladys world fell apart, and she was never the same...
"I think you're fine and amazingly beautiful the way you are," Khaled said, and then he gently kissed Gladys on the lips. Stunned by Khaled's gesture, Gladys nevertheless kissed him back. Next thing she knew, they were on the thick oak desk, making out right in the middle of her church basement office. When they came up for air, Gladys got hold of herself...
"Khaled, you're a beautiful young man but I shouldn't be doing this," Gladys said, even as she patted her hand against the bulge in his pants. Before she could stop herself, Gladys unzipped Khaled's pants, freeing his dick, which was long, thick and dark. The fact that he was uncircumcised didn't bother her. Gladys stroked Khaled's dick, and the young man sighed happily.
"Go for it," Khaled whispered, and Gladys got on her knees and began sucking the young man's dick with gusto. Sitting on the desk, Khaled relaxed and enjoyed as Gladys sucked him off. He couldn't believe his luck. For ages he'd fantasized about Gladys. Like all the young men at the All Worlds Church, Khaled thought Gladys, the tall, big-booty and bossy Rwandan MILF was unreachable. Since Gladys used to be married to a white guy, Khaled thought she only liked white dick. Nope, for here she was, sucking his Black dick with gusto...
