Welcome to Trou Du Nord, a rural commune in the Nord Department of the Republic of Haiti. The locals are farmers for the most part. Hard-working folk who work the land in order to feed their families. On any given morning, one can see hard-working Haitian men working the fields, and Haitian ladies riding donkeys laden with coal, fruits, vegetables and other goods heading to the city to sell them. Yeah, it is a quaint place. Like a Norman Rockwell painting, only noir. Of course, not everyone in this lovely place is hard working and honest. There are bad apples everywhere.
Bertrand Paul s a tall, dark-skinned and handsome young Haitian man who can be considered charming by any standard. Paul dropped out of the University of Roi Henri Christophe, located in metropolitan Cap Haitien, Haiti, and spends his days drinking, womanizing and being something of a troublemaker. Paul's mother Geraldine is his enabler. Paul has taken to stealing from folks all over town and that just won't do. The Gendarmes have warned Paul that his habit of stealing won't be tolerated. The incorrigible bastard won't be deterred. When Paul decided to steal from his mother Geraldine's good friend Granny Mimose, it turned out to be a bad decision. Granny Mimose caught Paul and taught him a lesson.
Paul snuck into Granny Mimose's shack. He'd been coasting the place for a while and knew she had some good stuff. The mature Haitian woman had a new flatscreen TV sent by her son Benjamin who lives in Miami, Florida, with his white wife Donna. Haitian folks gossip like it's nobody's business so Paul always hears about Granny Mimose's comings and goings. He waited for Granny Mimose to go to visit her good friend Madame Giselle on the other side of town, and then snuck into the place. Paul distracted Granny Mimose's dogs Marquis and Lucky with some beef jerky and then started to haul the stuff away.
What Paul hadn't counted on was Granny Mimose setting an old-fashioned trap near her stuff. Paul tripped and then fell. When he came to, he was lying on his back, stark naked. Paul was horrified to see a smirking Granny Mimose standing over him. The mature Haitian woman smiled at the younger black man while stroking a decidedly phallic object. Paul gasped upon realizing that Granny Mimose was sporting a huge strap-on dildo. What the fuck was she going to do with that? Paul tried to struggle but could not escape. Granny Mimose had him right where she wanted him.
"Se sa ki rive le ou vole afe mwen, that's what you get for stealing from me," Granny Mimose said as she grabbed Bertrand Paul's big black balls and plunged the dildo up his ass. The young black man groaned as the mature black woman's dildo invaded his asshole. Hot damn, if Paul knew the day was going to turn out like this, he would have stayed the hell away from Granny Mimose's house. He thought she was going to be an easy mark but the old bitch turned out to be vicious. Everyone in Trou Du Nord, rural Haiti, knows that Granny Mimose is a pain in the ass. Paul now knows that they meant it quite literally.
"Kite mwen ale, mwen pap vole lakay ou anko, let me go and I will never steal from you again," Paul said, and Granny Mimose shook her head. The tall, chubby and dark-skinned, silver-haired Haitian woman licked her lips as she pegged the younger black man. Paul watched in fascination as Granny Mimose unhooked her bra, freeing her huge tits. Without letting go of Paul's balls, Granny Mimose slid down her skirt. Paul looked at Granny Mimose's thick thighs and hairy pussy. Paul couldn't believe what he was thinking. Granny Mimose is one hot bitch...
"Nope, I must teach you a lesson, Wap konnen," Granny Mimose said sternly. The wicked grandma smiled as she felt Paul's big dark dick harden in her hand. Perhaps it was the feel of the hard dildo against his prostate, or something. The younger black man seemed to be responding to the Haitian matriarch's brand of femdom and punishment. Paul groaned in pleasure as Granny Mimose pumped her hand up and down his big dark dick while filling his asshole with the dildo.
