Sliding my strap-on dildo deep inside Abdul-Hamid's asshole, I smiled with satisfaction as he screamed sharply. The young Somali had merely grunted as I pushed my dildo inside of him initially. And I wanted to really hear him scream like the bitch I knew him to be. I knew he'd be okay with this sort of thing the moment I first laid eyes on him inside the Saint Laurent Mall in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. There he was. Five-foot-nine, slim, with dark brown skin, dark eyes and curly Black hair. A young Black Muslim guy with an oversized swagger, strolling through the shopping center with two of his guy friends. I wanted him and so I claimed him. Young men are really easy prey for women like me. He had a really nice ass underneath his baggy pants. I really wanted a piece of that ass.
When Abdul-Hamid got separated from his buddies and went to get a snack upstairs at the Food Court, I followed him. Casually, I approached him. And he was really surprised. I knew what he saw. I stand five feet eleven inches tall, with light brown skin, long Black hair and pale brown eyes. And I knew I looked stunning in my Black leather jacket over my white blouse, black silk pants and dark gray Gucci shoes. I looked like a million bucks. I was born in the City of Toronto, Province of Ontario. I hold a Master's degree in Business Administration from York University and I work for the Canadian Government. I'm a Board Member of the Greater Toronto Chamber of Commerce. And on top of that, I'm a good-looking woman of mixed parentage. My unique good looks cause male and female heads to turn everywhere I go. My father was Italian, and my mother was Somali. They got divorced shortly after my birth. I was raised Muslim by my mother and her family. Aamina Tartaglia Osman is my name and seduction slash male domination, that is the nature of my game.
I wanted a piece of Somali male ass. Had been craving it for quite some time now. And I was determined to get it. So I seduced Abdul-Hamid. I quickly learned a lot about him. Abdul-Hamid was born in the City of Mogadishu in Somaliland. Three years after his birth, his family moved to the region of Ontario, Canada. He worked as a security guard for Securitas Canada part-time and attended Algonquin College in metropolitan Ottawa. He aspired to become a police officer someday. His father Hassan is a cab driver and his mother Fatima is a cook in an Italian restaurant. He rarely goes to Mosque and doesn't consider himself particularly religious. And he likes older women. Especially the ones who were Black or mixed. That's actually right up my alley.
I took Abdul-Hamid home for some fun and games. It sometimes amazes me how easy young men are. It's really not hard to pick up nine out of ten young men if you're a decent-looking and determined woman. They would do anything for sex. All of them without exception. And I happen to be the type of woman who understands the power of sex. I use it to my advantage. Always. I brought Abdul-Hamid back to my friend Esther Wellington's place in the Baseline Road area of Nepean. I always use Esther's place for kinky encounters. She's always out of town. Esther is this Jamaican woman I met at York University. We remained friends long after graduation. These days, she's married to Liam O'Neill, an Irish guy who occasionally smacks her around because she's got a smart mouth. I often wonder why she stays with him since he's such a bastard. He's always belittling her in front of other people. Esther has this complex where she worships white men. A lot of women from the immigrant communities have this complex too.
I find it completely and utterly pathetic. I feel zero sympathy for these women. They really ought to know they deserve better. Especially since many immigrant women from continental Africa, Latin America and Asia. After living in Canada for a while, these ladies are usually more educated than the average white Canadian male. These dullards only think about drinking beer and watching hockey. And they try to holler at me. I turn them down ten times out of ten. Esther's hubby Liam is the male version of a gold digger. He works as a night club bouncer and his wife is a highly paid executive for the Quebecor Media Corporation. I tell her she should call the cops but she refuses. As for Liam, he's currently in jail but not because of Esther. He failed to support his half-white, half-Japanese daughter financially and the brat's mother Yomi Yamamoto had him arrested by the Royal Canadian Mounted Police. Times like these make me feel glad that I'm a single biracial woman who believes in no-strings-attached sex. That's why I brought Abdul-Hamid to Esther's master bedroom.
