"Alright, I like to watch Muslim guys fuck other guys, there, I frigging said it," said Azita Zahedi, looking haughtily at Mahmoud Tilahun and Samuel Leconte. The two young black men exchanged a look, and a smile. The six-foot-tall, curvaceous, Hijab-wearing and modestly attired Iranian Muslim woman who at across from them was definitely full of surprises.
Mahmoud Tilahun shook his head, smiling. The young Ethiopian-Canadian Muslim student wasn't exactly surprised by Azita's revelation. They'd been friends since their halcyon days at Laurier Public, and stuck together at Algonquin College. It had been a year since Mahmoud graduated from the police foundations program and he was now working as a By-Law Officer for the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Still, he and his best gal pal remained tight, no matter what...
"Well, good to know," Samuel Leconte, Mahmoud's long-time friend and fuck buddy replied, and Azita grinned and gently laid her hand on his, and the burly, broad-shouldered, dark-skinned and bald-headed Haitian smiled. The three of them sat inside the Saint Laurent Mall food court, a few minutes walk from the apartment that Mahmoud and Samuell shared.
A newcomer to the Canadian capital by way of Montreal, Quebec, Samuel Leconte came to Ottawa for graduate studies in mechanical engineering at the University of Ottawa. There was just too much drama going on in the City of Montreal for a quiet, hard-working nerd like Samuel Leconte. At some point, there's only so much a brother can take, you know?
First of all, Samuel's French Canadian ex-girlfriend Dominique Morin only let him see their daughter Shiri on weekends. The day Dominique found out that Samuel swung both ways was the day the young Haitian scholar's life drastically changed. Samuel didn't know why Dominique made such a fuss about the fact that he liked both men and women. It's not like he ever cheated on her during their tumultuous yet passionate relationship. Women and their issues, right?
Samuel Leconte worked out a parental agreement with Dominique Morin and the Quebec family court system, and then moved to Ottawa for a fresh start. Along the way, Samuel met Mahmoud, a handsome and seductive, forthrightly bisexual Ethiopian Muslim brother, and their unspoken attraction blossomed into something more after they became roommates. It was an almost perfect arrangement...
Samuel had a nice place to live, and a discrete male lover who didn't mind his occasional dalliance with females because Mahmoud too was bisexual. Everything seemed perfect. Mahmoud and Samuel cared deeply about each other, and both were relieved not to have to deal with any jealousy bullshit. These days, Samuel didn't put up with jealousy from either women or men. The scholarly Haitian brother had enough of that shit...
To Samuel, Mahmoud's mixture of religiosity and raw sensuality was an eclectic mix, to be sure. Although Mahmoud enjoyed both male and female lovers, the Ethiopian stud still considered himself a traditional Ethiopian in most aspects of his being. Mahmoud attended Islamic community events and sometimes brought Samuel along, and he donated to Ethiopian-Canadian community charities. Oh, and he was at the Masjid every Friday for prayer. Nice, huh?
"Azita, I always knew you were freaky but damn, you shocked even me," Mahmoud said at last, and Azita grinned and shrugged, flashing him that fearless smile of hers. Mahmoud looked into Azita's smoldering light brown eyes, and what he saw in them was both frightening and exciting. Mahmoud had been with quite a few ladies, and more than a few men. Hell, his last relationship with a woman ended shortly before he met Samuel, his Haitian teddy bear...
"That's because I'm a nasty woman, my dearest Mahmoud, hell, the thought of fucking both you and Sammy makes my pussy twitch," Azita replied, and Mahmoud grinned, surprised to hear such unladylike words coming out of Azita's lovely mouth. Truth be told, more than once Mahmoud wondered what it would be like to bang her, but he usually pushed aside such thoughts because he wasn't willing to risk his friendship with Azita over random lustful thoughts...
"I like the way you roll, my sexy Persian mama," Samuel said, licking his full lips suggestively, and Azita smiled coyly and winked at the big Haitian nerd. On quite a few nights, Azita would call Mahmoud and the two long-time best friends would discuss their love lives. Azita's was somewhat lackluster. The Persian Muslim guys whom Azita knew at school or at work were all into white women, and the few white guys Azita dated were a turn-off because of their dislike of her Islamic faith....
"Oh I know you do," Azita replied, and she squeezed Sammy's big hand, causing him to smile and shake his head. Azita knew a lot about Samuel's sexual proclivities. For Mahmoud regaled her with tales of their hookups. Little did Mahmoud know that sometimes, Azita would lie in bed, stark naked, fingering her wet pussy and pinching her hard nipples while he told her about how he fucked the hell out of Samuel. Azita wanted to experience both of these bisexual studs up close and personal...
Born in the City of Karaj, Iran, and raised in the City of Ottawa, Ontario, by her paternal aunt Zahra Zahedi, after the death of her parents, Azita considered herself a free spirit in disguise. Azita's aunt Zahra married a Filipino Muslim immigrant named Imran Villanueva, in clear violations of Persian social taboos. Azita's adoptive family raised her to be strong-minded, proud of her Persian heritage and Shia Islamic faith, yet very much a woman of the world.
"Live your life by your own rules, sweetie," Aunt Zahra told Azita, the day the young Persian-Canadian Muslim woman enrolled at Carleton University, to study organic chemistry. Fast forward five years, and Azita graduated with honors from her program and now worked for Abbott Laboratories as a lab tech. Azita had her own place, a comfy apartment in the Carling area, not far from the O-Train Station. Oh, and while searching for love in Ottawa, Azita enjoyed both male and female lovers, and saw no conflict between her faith, her culture and her sexual appetites...
"Let's make this happen," Azita said boldly to Mahmoud and Samuel, once she realized that the two bisexual brothers were a bit intimidated by her raw sensuality and boldness, the way lots of men tend to be when faced with the reality that Hijab-wearing Muslim women could be strong, assertive, and sexual. Samuel and Mahmoud exchanged a smile, then nodded most eagerly. Azita smiled victoriously, for she had them right where she wanted them...
"This is going to be awesome," Samuel said, later that night, as he emerged from the shower, and joined Mahmoud and Azita in their apartment living room. After their meeting at the mall, they went by the Rexall pharmacy to buy condoms and lube, among other things, and then Azita used their washroom to shower and get ready. Now the three of them were in the living room, horny as can be, their bodies filled with nervous energy thanks to their erotic anticipations...
"Yes indeed," Azita said, bossy as usual, and she smiled as she looked Samuel up and down. Mahmoud sat naked next to Azita, temporarily distracted from the Iranian gal's curvaceous loveliness by the sight of Sammy. The burly Haitian dropped his towel, revealing his buff body, which glistened from his recent shower. Azita looked at Samuel's long and thick dick, and gestured for him to come to her. Smiling, Samuel did as he was told, and Azita grabbed his dick and stroked it.
"Oh my," Samuel said, smiling as Azita tugged on his dick, and then winked at Mahmoud. The Ethiopian stud sat next to her, and admired Samuel's thick manhood. The brother was uncut, but that didn't bother her none. Without another word, Azita took Samuel's dick into her mouth. Mahmoud leaned over to help her out, and he gently sucked on Samuel's ball sac. The Haitian stud moaned in pleasure, driven absolutely insane as Mahmoud and Azita teamed up to suck him off...
In no time, Azita and Mahmoud's sweet, merciless sucking of Samuel's dick and balls had him harder than tempered steel. The Haitian stud sat on the couch, Mahmoud on his right and Azita on his left, and they sucked his dick and balls like his junk were made out of sugar cubes. Samuel cried out in pleasure, and Azita and Mahmoud exchanged a smile as they continued sucking him off until he gave it up, squirting hot manly cum all over their lovely faces...
"Hmm, I like the way you taste, Sammy," Azita paused to say, and she winked at the burly Haitian stud as she flicked her tongue over his dick head, while Mahmoud slid a finger into Samuel's asshole. Later, he and Mahmoud teamed up on Azita, showing her what they were made of. Samuel kissed Azita full and deep, and caressed her breasts. Meanwhile, Mahmoud knelt before Azita and spread her thick thighs wide open, revealing her wet, hairy pussy...
