Somali Milf for Haitian Boyz

Whenever I see a tall, dark-skinned Black woman with a big ass, I just want to bend her over and fuck her. Does that make me a sexist pig? I sincerely doubt it. As far as I'm concerned, that makes me a normal Black man. The name is Miguel Pierre and I'm a brother living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I was born in the City of Montreal, Quebec, to a Haitian immigrant mother and Hispanic father. Never knew my pops Miguel Santiago but my mother Estelle Pierre and I did fine without him. My mom worked as a nurse, and I won an academic scholarship to Concordia University where I studied civil engineering. Today I work for Hydro Ottawa in the Capital region, and life is alright.

Today's target is a tall, fine-looking Nigerian sister named Katrina Adewale. I wanted a piece of her ever since I first spotted her inside the Carleton University library, where I'd gone to speak to a gathering of Black scholars in the field of civil engineering. One of the young ladies at that conference impressed me, and I guess that's why I looked her up on Facebook. The gal is around five-foot-eleven, with a tight body and the kind of big, heart-shaped chocolate booty that women's tennis legend Serena Williams herself would envy. Need I say more? I added Katrina among my Facebook friends for, um, networking purposes. This young lady seemed nice and friendly. At the tender age of twenty two she already had a bachelor's degree in civil engineering and wanted to complete her masters as soon as possible.

From Katrina's Facebook profile I learned a lot about her. She was born in the town of Port Harcourt, Nigeria, to Igbo parents. Hmmm. Very interesting. I've had a thing for Nigerian women ever since I hooked up with this eighteen-year-old vixen named Kali in Ottawa back in 2011. I've bedded Black women from all over the world. From the sassy Caribbean ladies from places like Haiti, Jamaica and Trinidad to shy, conservative sisters from Djibouti, Somalia, Ethiopia and other nations in the Horn of Africa. Are you sensing a pattern right about now? You should.

I love Black women, ladies and gentlemen. I've never dated or fucked a woman who wasn't at least part Black. The closest I came to fucking a white woman was when I hooked up with this mixed chick named Brittany Crowley at a party in Kingston, Jamaica. Brittany was half black and half white, born to a British mother and Jamaican father. She told me she studied economics at Brunel University in the town of Uxbridge, England, and moved to the island of Jamaica to connect with her people. Good for her. Even though I'm not Jamaican I definitely made a connection of my own with that tasty caramel-skinned beauty. I'm happy to say that mixed women got pussies just as tasty as those of women who are purely Black. African pussy is the best, man. I've been addicted for as long as I can remember.

Now, if I seem like a player, know that I am not like the others. At six-foot-three, with my lean and athletic body, my light brown skin, curly black hair and pale amber eyes, I know I'm hot as hell. Women and sometimes gay men come onto me. I'm all about the females, of course, but I love the attention. There is a power in being tall, athletic and breathtakingly handsome in a world full of average, ordinary men. I have always used that power to my advantage. At Concordia University, I hooked up with a Somali-born adjunct professor named Fatoumatta Robleh. This tall, fine Somali sister with the ebony skin who wore the long skirts and hijab as she walked through campus like she owned the place drew me like a moth to the proverbial flame.

For a long time I had a thing for sisters who wore the hijab even though I am a staunch Catholic and have zero interest in Islam. Now, I'd bedded lots of sisters throughout the Concordia University campus but they were all students. I pondered over how to get into the pants of one Fatoumatta Robleh. I mean, a woman is a woman regardless of what religion she follows. I approached the lovely Miss Robleh under the guise of needed more academic help. And I flirted with her every chance I got. To my surprise and happiness, she responded to my advances. One afternoon, this hijab-wearing pious Somali Muslim sister brought me to her apartment in the environs of Laval and we fucked for hours. This freaky Somali mama sucked my dick and fingered my ass until I came all over her face, hijab and all.

Afterwards she sat on the bed, thighs spread, and I knelt before her and licked her pussy. This was my first taste of Somali pussy but I swore to myself that it wouldn't be the last. I licked Fatoumatta Robleh's pussy real good, and then when she deemed herself ready I donned a condom and fucked her. Sliding my twenty-year-old cock into a forty-year-old Somali woman's pussy was the highlight of my sexual adventures until that time. We fucked for hours on end, man. At some point I bent her over the couch, spanked her big round ass and slammed my dick into her cunt like there was no tomorrow. I think I came like four times that afternoon. It was frigging great! Yeah, I got myself a fine piece of Somali ass and I loved it. Professor Fatoumatta Robleh and I would hook up many more times that semester, to our mutual satisfaction. It's a shame that the following semester she took a teaching position at the University of Calgary and left Quebec for Alberta. A shame indeed.

Yeah, I had a lot of fun times in my school days. That's why I was kind of surprised when Katrina Adewale rebuffed my advances. When I asked her why she wouldn't even have coffee with me, the tall Nigerian chick with the killer booty told me that she was dating someone. I pressured her for information and she texted me a picture of herself kissing a blonde-haired, kind of masculine-looking plump white woman. Wow. I was stunned, to tell you the truth. Katrina Adewale is a lesbian. Damn. I did not see that one coming. Look, when I see a fine sister with a big ass, lesbian isn't the first word that comes to mind, alright?

I thanked Katrina for her honesty, and assured her that I was wholly supportive of LGBT issues. I meant it. A lot of people from Africa and the Caribbean are anti-gay but not me. Let them marry each other if they want. The way I see it, if more guys are into guys, it just leaves more pussy for me. Um, I don't need queer women like Katrina as competitors, though. No way no how. I wished her the best, then went to this nice bar called Honest Lawyer in downtown Ottawa. I saw a cute light-skinned honey wearing a Jamaican flag T-shirt and smiled at her. She smiled back, and scooted over so we sat closer. I ordered two drinks, and got to know my next target. Nothing like the thrill of the chase. I feel better already!