Samira Al-Khani was born in the City of Riyad, Saudi Arabia, to a Saudi Arabian Muslim father, Samir Al-Khani, and Amina Sabbagh, a Nubian mother originally from southern Egypt. Tall and curvy, with bronze skin and long, curly dark hair, Samira can be considered beautiful by almost any standard. Born into wealth, Samira fell in love with western society while studying management at Bristol University in England. Knowing that her father intended to marry her off to some rich old Saudi businessman, Samira postponed her marriage by opting to study for her MBA at Carleton University in Ottawa, Canada. While in the Canadian capital, Samira leads a life like no other.
When most people think of Saudi Arabian Muslim women, they think of repressed, docile women who hide from the world and are obedient to their men. Saudi women only recently earned the right to drive. Saudi women cannot leave the house without male permission or without a male chaperone. The list of what Saudi women cannot do is well-known. Detractors from the western world as well as Arab pundits both underestimate the power and fierceness of Saudi women. People forget that Saudi women are women, first and foremost. When have men ever succeeded in truly subjugating women who do not wish to be subjugated?
Living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario, Samira Al-Khani devours all that life has to offer. Walking around the Carleton University campus, Samira Al-Khani ran into a lot of fascinating people. Folks from all over the world attend Carleton, making it one of the most diverse schools in all of Canada. Samira saw a lot of Arab male students with white women, black women, Asian women and Latin women. Whenever Samira saw an Arab female student with a man who wasn't Arab, any Arab male nearby would stare disapprovingly. The hypocrisy of racial and gender relations in the Arabian world irked Samira, who considers herself a global citizen, with modern sensibilities.
"If it is okay for Arab men to enjoy black pussy, Arab women should get to enjoy black dick," Samira Al-Khani said to her good friend Noor Ali. The two young women were in the library when they saw a friend of theirs, a young Lebanese woman named Yasmin walk by with her boyfriend Patrick, who happens to be Jamaican. Yasmin and Patrick waved at Noor and Samira, who smiled and waved back. Of course, a group of Arab male students sitting nearby with their white female friends looked at Patrick and Yasmin disapprovingly. Hypocrites, Samira thought.
"Hell yeah, my sister," said Noor, nodding in agreement. Noor is a short, curvy, dark-haired and bronze-skinned young woman originally from Dammam, Saudi Arabia. Samira and Noor had been friends for a while. The two of them met as international students at Carleton University in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Outwardly, they are a pair of Hijab-wearing Muslim ladies from the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. Underneath it all, Noor and Samira are both sensualists who want to enjoy the same hedonistic pleasures available to wealthy young Arabs in the West. Who could blame them for that?
"Hmmm, Samira, whom do you have in mind?" Noor asked with a conspiratorial wink, and Samira grinned. Grabbing her laptop, Samira took Noor to a quiet corner of the campus library and showed her a most interesting site. One that advertised male, female and even transgender escorts. The two young women admired a particular model named the Nubian Prince. He was tall, dark and handsome, built like an NBA player. Salivating at the prospect of hooking up with the Nubian Prince, the two young Arab women began plotting for an evening of fun...
"We've fooled around before, I think having a man join us will be fun," Samira told a reluctant Noor as she booked the Nubian Prince. Four hours later, the two young women met with the exclusive male escort at their rented townhouse in the Glebe area, not far from downtown Ottawa. The Nubian Prince showed up, wearing a dark gray suit, blue silk shirt, dark gray silk pants and a tie. The brother was handsome and looked more like a male model than an escort. This was going to be interesting, to be sure...
"Good afternoon, ladies, I am the Nubian Prince but you can call me Caleb," said the handsome black gentleman as Noor and Samira greeted him at the door. Samira grinned at Noor before ushering Caleb inside. The brother looked good and smelled even better. They sat down in the living room and talked things over. Like any escort, Caleb had his fee, his boundaries, and his peculiarities. The brother's fee was four hundred for an encounter but the ladies offered him a thousand dollars for two uninterrupted hours of his time. How could the handsome and ambitious Caleb say no?
"Caleb, are you ready for a taste of Saudi Arabia?" Samira asked coyly as she disrobed, removing her Hijab and dress to reveal a curvaceous body that porn stars would envy. Caleb grinned appreciatively as Samira showed him what she was working with. With her big ass and curves, Samira was smoking hot. Caleb was reminded of the porn star Pinky as he admired Samira's big ass and curves, only the Arabian beauty was much taller. Noor clucked her tongue and Caleb looked at the shorter woman, then grinned.
