The sun rose over the beautiful, vibrant coastal City of Cap-Haitien, second largest metropolitan area in the Republic of Haiti. After a spectacular night spent dancing and drinking at Feu Vert Night Club while celebrating Haitian Flag Day, Nicholas Pierrot was spent. Inside the Pierrot villa located in the suburb of Bel Air, which overlooked the metropolis, all was quiet...
The annual May 18 festivities had a way of bringing out every soul's inner patriot across the island of Haiti. For proud Haitian national and fortunate son Nicholas, the consummate frat guy, it always unleashed his party animal...and then some. Driven to conquer in the bedroom, at school and at work, Nicholas at long last found someone who could truly match his savvy.
The tall, handsome young man had recently received an acceptance letter from the prestigious Law School of the Universite d'Etat d'Haiti, and he simply couldn't be happier. Finally, Nicholas was going to attend the same school his father, legendary Judge Dorvil Pierrot graduated from, nearly three decades ago. Perhaps someday he'd work at his father's firm, after passing the bar, of course.
"Ma Cherie, last night was awesome," Nicholas whispered as he stretched luxuriously next to his lady love, the unforgettable Natalie Duchene. The sight of the gorgeous, dark-skinned vision of beauty who lay in bed next to him stirred something almost primal within Nicholas. Natalie smiled at Nicholas, and tugged on his chest hairs, causing him to wince.
"You don't have to tell me, mon ami, I was there," Natalie said coyly, and Nicholas impulsively wrapped his arms around her curvaceous form. Damn it, Nicholas could never get enough of Natalie. This foxy, smart and fearless young woman was something else. A Haitian diva in the flesh. Who would have thought that the young woman he met at a party held at the all-female Soeurs Saint-Joseph De Cluny school four years ago would become such an important part of his life?
Born and raised in Cap-Haitien, Nicholas attended the all-male Christian school known as College Notre Dame Du Perpetuel Secours. After graduating from C.N.D.P.S. in 2012, Nicholas then went on to study criminal justice at and subsequently graduate from Universite Roi Henri Christophe, an elite university named after one of the Haitian Revolutionary War's legendary heroes. Along with Soeurs Saint Joseph De Cluny, those were the finest schools in the city, where the local elite sent their sons and daughters.
"Can't get enough of you, my sweet Natalie," Nicholas said, and Natalie grinned as her lover fastened those sweet lips of his to her right breast while gently rubbing her left one. Just like that, Nicholas kissed and licked his way from Natalie's succulent lips to her throat, and finally, down her belly and pelvic area. Pausing briefly, Nicholas locked eyes with Natalie, who licked her lips and nodded.
"Come on, come on, we both know you know what to do, mon amour," Natalie cooed softly, rubbing Nicholas's head encouragingly. Grabbing her crimson panties, Natalie pulled them to the side, revealing an obvious target. Nicholas buried his face between Natalie's legs, licking her core and tasting the essence of her womanhood. No two women smelled or tasted alike down below, and to Nicholas's experienced taste buds, Natalie was quite simply addictive.
Nicholas looked up at Natalie as he ate her out. Hot damn, this woman was like none he'd ever met. Nicholas had always played the field, throughout his twenty two years upon this earth. His wealthy father often sent him to spend summer vacations in places like Boston, Massachusetts, and Miami, Florida, where various relatives reside. He'd bedded women of virtually all races, and while he had a fondness for Hispanic women and white women, black women were second to none as far as Nicholas was concerned.
When Nicholas Pierrot met Natalie Duchene, the rich stud got far more than he bargained for. Born in the rural commune of Trou-du-Nord, and raised in Cap-Haitien, Haiti, Natalie grew up fast and hard. For starters, Natalie was raised by a single father, Benoit Duchene, and only got to attend the prestigious Soeurs Saint Joseph De Cluny because of her stellar grades. Being poor at a school for the daughters of the wealthy toughened Natalie, and by the time she graduated, she'd become ambitious, fearless and ruthless.
While attending the American University of the Caribbean for civil engineering studies, Natalie Duchene met professor Leonard Jenkins. Sparks flew between the tall, curvaceous Haitian beauty and this interesting, middle-aged white man originally from Baltimore, Maryland, with whom she began a passionate affair. Jenkins taught Natalie about the ways of BDSM, and soon she embraced her inner dominatrix. The affair ended when Natalie proved harder to control than Professor Jenkins realized.
Rumors of the affair between professor and student swirled about the American University of the Caribbean campus, and soon reached the ears of the Provost. Professor Jenkins was summarily fired, and returned to America in disgrace. As for Natalie, whom the Provost saw as the innocent victim of a charming, manipulative womanizer, she was awarded a partial scholarship to help with her studies, with the university's sincerest apologies for what she'd endured.
"Lick my clit," Natalie said sharply, and Nicholas complied, flicking his tongue over her clitoris while sliding two fingers into her cunt. The first time Natalie laid eyes on Nicholas Pierrot at a Soeurs Saint Joseph De Cluny alumni party, she knew the tall, Hershey-hued, sharp-dressed brother would be a good roll in the hay. She had no idea that he was a sharp-witted guy, a sexual dynamo and the man who would steal her heart...
"Damn it you're bossy," Nicholas paused to say, and then he resumed eating Natalie's pussy. Natalie cocked an eyebrow and smiled, amused. The young woman's voluptuous body shuddered as Nicholas teased and probed her cunt with his tongue and fingers, practically setting her on fire. Squealing loudly, Natalie thrashed about on the bed, orgasmic at last.
As much as Nicholas liked to complain about her bossiness, in and out of the bedroom, Natalie knew he was turned on by it. Hell, this was the same brother who recently confessed to her that he swung both ways. Nicholas admitting to having had sex with both women and men. He considered himself bisexual. While most sisters would have been turned off by such a revelation, Natalie Duchene was turned on by it. Hell, she even found a way to incorporate Nicholas's bisexuality in their fun and games...
"Yeah, and you better not forget it, now let me catch my breath," Natalie said, and then she pushed Nicholas's face away from her pussy. Hot damn, this brother's tongue game was second to none. Nicholas knew how to make Natalie's pussy not only pop but sizzle, as they say. Sighing deeply, Natalie looked at her boyfriend, and a wicked idea sprang into her mind. Time to remind Nicholas who's the boss...
