"Eat your cheese sandwich, babe," Sally Fontaine said cheerfully, and she winked at her partner Hawa Ali as the two of them sat inside Taureau Noir's restaurant, a Haitian joint located in the heart of Quebec City. Hawa Ali smiled and shook her head, then bit into her cheese sandwich. Earlier, at Sally's insistence, she'd eaten some veal-flavored rice and beans, and washed them down with a Pepsi. As usual, there was a devious scheme behind Sally's every move...
"Hmm, I know what you're up to, Sally," Hawa Ali countered, and the curvaceous young Somali Muslim woman smiled slyly while Sally shrugged innocently. Well, about as innocent as a tall, short-haired, tattooed and muscular, alabaster-skinned, steely-eyed and downright Amazonian Butch gal could look. Gently, almost nonchalantly, Sally patted Hawa's bum, which took up most of the bench, and smiled. I can't wait until Hawa's big butt starts talking to me, Sally thought, licking her lips in anticipation.
Sally Fontaine, a native of Quebec City, Quebec, realized two things about herself early on. The first is that women are beautiful, magical creatures, and Sally is definitely attracted to them, sexually speaking. The second is that, well, Sally has some peculiar interests in the female anatomy which border on the bizarre, which limits her dating options. Translation? Sally Fontaine is a weirdo with fetishes, and only certain women can handle her.
Sally's penchant for BDSM and her fascination with younger women made her something of a legend in the City of Montreal, Quebec. Today, she was enjoying herself in Quebec City, her hometown, with the latest object of her obsession/affection/fascination, a lovely young woman named Hawa Ali. The daughter of proud Somali Muslim immigrants, Hawa Ali has some repressed desires which Sally Fontaine is all too happy to help her explore...
"Hmm, I've been thinking nonstop about when that big beautiful butt starts talking to me," Sally said, and she took a sip of her Pepsi and winked at Hawa, who laughed and shook her head. Hawa took a look around the restaurant, and grinned. At this hour, Taureau Noir's restaurant was packed, and there were families dining, couples, and singles. A trio of truckers were getting rowdy while drinking and eating, but they seemed harmless enough.
"Hmm, you can't get enough of my big booty, huh?" Hawa said coyly, and Sally grinned. From the moment Sally laid eyes on Hawa, one fine day at the University of Montreal, she knew that the tall, plump, Hijab-wearing, dark-skinned young Somali Muslim woman was something special. Sally long ago developed a fascination with Muslim women, especially the ones who are very religious and dress conservatively. As an "out" Butch lesbian, Sally considers it the ultimate challenge, seducing a prim and proper observant Muslim woman...
Now, considering the fact that Sally Fontaine is a Professor of Engineering at the University of Montreal and Hawa Ali is one of her students, they have to be really careful in their liaison. The University of Montreal is a fairly liberal institution, but they would frown upon having a female professor ( with a well-known fascination with young women ) canoodle around town with one of her female students. To avoid such complications, Sally Fontaine invited Hawa Ali to Quebec City for a long weekend of fun and kink...
"Damn straight," Sally said, laughing. Hawa reached for Sally's hand and gave it a squeeze. Sally took Hawa's hand and then brought it to her lips. Hawa blushed, touched by such a tender gesture, and Sally smiled. How she loved it when Hawa blushed. Those dimples in the young Somali woman's cheeks were simply to die for. Of course, Sally knew Hawa had dimples elsewhere...like in those thick ass cheeks of hers. I definitely want some of that, Sally thought, licking her lips.
"Hmm, you'll have to wait till we get home, I don't want to knock out these innocent people with my, ahem, magical booty fragrance," Hawa said, laughing, and Sally nodded emphatically. The two women finished their meal, and then headed to the restaurant parking lot. They left the restaurant on Sally's Harley Davidson Motorcycle. Sally laughed as a thrilled and terrified Hawa gripped her waist tightly while they rode the bike through the streets of Quebec City. This is going to be fun, Sally thought, amused.
"Welcome back, sweetie, voici ma belle maison," Sally said, welcoming Hawa back to the three-bedroom cottage that had been in her family for generations. Hawa smiled, admiring the place's rustic charm. She looked at Sally, who sat on a nearby chair, beer in hand, and smiled. As Sally looked on, Hawa walked up to her, and casually sat on her lap. Hawa was no light little feather, so it took much of Sally's strength to handle her.
"Can you handle what I'm about to throw your way, belle mademoiselle?" Hawa said, her lovely face inches from Sally's. Sally smiled and took Hawa's face in her hands, then kissed her. The two women kissed passionately, and then the fun really began. Hawa and Sally began undressing and caressing each other, and moved from the living room to the den, which contained several comfortable couches. They got their freak on right there on the floor...