"I am a Black Cuckoldress, the type of Black woman who likes to take my man's big Black dick, put it in a chastity device and make him watch me fuck other men," I said to my reflection, and I smiled wickedly as I stood alone in the washroom. A tall, curvy young Black woman stared back at me. Clad in a red tank top, Black leather miniskirt and thigh-high Black leather boots, I looked damn good and I know it.
In case you're wondering who this is, my name is Fouzia Osman, and I'm a Somali Muslim woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I study bio-medical engineering at Carleton University, and on the surface, I appear to be just another pious Hijabi in the Canadian Capital. I seem to lead a fairly normal life, and that suits me just fine. Makes my task easier. I'll get to that in a second.
Indeed, I'm what you would call a bookworm, in the truest sense of the word. Ask virtually anyone who knows me at Carleton University. I spend a lot of time at the campus library, and at the local Starbucks, and I'm involved in a lot of Muslim activity groups. When nobody's watching, I do the sort of things that would make even naughty readers like yourselves shake your damn heads.
When I met my future boyfriend Ahmed Aden during Orientation Day at Carleton University in the summer of 2013, we were both eighteen years old, but I was definitely leagues ahead of him in term of life experience. Ahmed is sweetly naïve, and I love him for it. You see, I was born in the beautiful but troubled nation of Somalia and raised in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I remember the motherland of Somalia, the tribal conflicts, and all that jazz.
Ahmed Aden on the other hand was born in the City of Montreal, Quebec, to Somali immigrant parents who were originally from the Puntland region of Somalia. The tall, dark-skinned, Afro-sporting, roughly handsome Muslim brother caught my attention. I like tall Black men and Ahmed definitely fit the bill. When Ahmed asked me out, I smiled and accepted. I seduced him, and began to mold him into my own personal sexual experiment...
"Babe, we're ready for you," my boyfriend Ahmed Aden called out from the living room, and I sighed and grabbed my strap-on dildo, then I put it into place. I took one last look at my reflection in the mirror, then I walked out. As I stepped into the living room, my boyfriend Ahmed and our good friend Malvern Williamson looked at me, admiration all over their handsome faces.
"Fouzia, you look magnificent," Malvern said, and I looked at the tall, red-haired and green-eyed dude, and smiled with gratitude. Malvern and I have been close friends for years. I was there for him when his wife Beatrice Thompson, a fiery Jamaican chick, dumped him after finding out that he swings both ways. Apparently, male bisexuality is a big problem for Jamaican women. I can't speak for other Somali Muslim women, but man to man sex turns me on...
"Well, fellas, let's do this," I said, and I sat on a throne-like chair, and Ahmed and Malvern got on their hands and knees and crawled toward me. Damn right they should kneel before me, since I am the dominant one in this household, and they must obey my every wish. I lay down the hall around here, and if you don't like it, you can kiss my thick Somali derriere...
