"Stephen, have you been pissing me off because it secretly turns you on when I'm angry?" Gladys Osinbajo asked, looking at the big and tall, twenty-something and burly young African-American man who stood before her. Well-dressed and handsome, Stephen Volta decidedly cut an impressing figure. A newcomer to the City of Lagos, Nigeria, by way of Boston, Massachusetts, he was spending a semester at the local university and renting a room from her.
Stephen Volta was introduced to Gladys Osinbajo by a mutual acquaintance, Mr. Robert Adewale, Professor of Linguistics at the University of Lagos. The young black American was interested in Gladys stately townhouse because it was very close to the University of Lagos campus, and was willing to pay big bucks for it. At first, the tall, attractive, curvy and stylish, forty-something Nigerian businesswoman had reservations about the American newcomer. Reservations that turned out to be anything but unfounded...
"Maybe, I guess I find Nigerian women strong and beautiful," Stephen admitted, and Gladys Osinbajo smiled and shook her head. Conventional wisdom tells unwary males that hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. Of course, like the eternal horn dogs that they are, men are quite often aroused by that which terrifies and thrills them. Hence this handsome fool who stood before her, trying to mask the erection bulging in his silken pants.
"Stephen, if you like us strong Nigerian women, you should know better than to piss us off," Gladys said, and Stephen smiled and nodded. Truth be told, Gladys wasn't surprised by Stephen's revelation. She'd seen pictures of him with a ton of white female friends from his days at Boston University. The City of Lagos, Nigeria, had to be quite strange for a brother raised in lily-white Boston, though Stephen seemed to be adjusting nicely.
"Duly noted, ma'am, I just have a fascination with black female domination," Stephen said, and before Gladys could stop him, he showed her a video playing on his Alcatel phone. As a stunned Gladys looked on, the video displayed a young black couple engaging in rather unorthodox sexual activity. A light-skinned, long haired, brown-skinned sister was in a swimming pool, fucking the hell out of a dark-skinned, muscular brother with a strap-on dildo. How do you like them apples?
"You are turned on by black women dominating and brutalizing black men? Is that what makes you happy?" Gladys asked, amazed, and Stephen smiled and nodded most eagerly. Gladys grinned, and walked up to Stephen, who stood there staring at her like a deer caught in headlights. Of course, this brother who was raised among white people and who'd probably been banging white girls for years had to be fascinated by strong black womanhood. It was in his blood, whether the young black American knew it or not...
Gladys Osinbajo had long been fascinated by the unusual dynamics between black men and black women in the West, particularly in America and Canada. It would seem that the black folks from the New World had forgotten all about the traditions of Africa, and were forging all new identities based on the politics of their environment. While Gladys admired their prowess and resilience, and sympathized with their plight, she found some of them strange. Hence why she was studying Stephen Volta here...
"I've always been fascinated and turned on by black female domination, yes, this is true," Stephen said, and Gladys smiled and walked up to him. There was a look of almost motherly sympathy on her beautiful face. In a way, Gladys reminded Stephen of Hollywood actress Angela Bassett, whom he'd had a crush on for ages. Only Gladys Osinbajo was taller and curvier, with darker skin, fuller lips and a bigger butt. Indeed, Gladys was a west African woman through and true...
"Well, Stephen, I've grown tired of your bullshit, Mister America, you don't clean up after yourself, and you pay your rent late because you spend all your dollars on women and booze, you need some discipline in your life and I'm just the way to give it to you," Gladys said, and with that, she grabbed Stephen by the jaw. The young black man blinked nervously, stunned by Gladys strength, and her sudden change in demeanor...
"On your knees," Gladys commanded, and Stephen Volta did as he was told, like an obedient pup should. Gladys smiled, and commanded Stephen to lick her toes through her open-toed sandal, and he immediately began lathering her toes with that tongue of his. Gladys sat down on a throne-like chair in her living room, and licked her lips as Stephen continued to administer to her feet with his tongue. The American brother was showing a lot of promise. Time for him to get tested...
