Hijabi Women Eat Pussy Too!

To say that Saudi Princess Taja Hakim led a sheltered life would be the understatement of the century. Born on November 9, 1989, to Saudi Prince Ahmed Hakim and his Lebanese-born wife Princess Aamina Ali, the young Arabian Princess bred in metropolitan Riyadh was destined to live all over the place. Her parents spend most of their time between the Republic of Lebanon, England, the United States of America and the Confederation of Canada. They only spend their summers in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia, mainly because The Great King likes to have his family around him in the City of Jeddah come summertime, as per ancient tradition.

Living in the West has taught Princess Taja Hakim much about the world, and about herself. In the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia, women weren't allowed to drive, play sports, or leave the house without a male chaperone. The Kingdom was the most conservative place on God's green Earth. And yet, in the Republic of Lebanon, where Christians and Muslims had a joint government that shared power, women could be police officers, soldiers, political party leaders, lawyers and doctors. The modern-day Republic of Lebanon was an Arab country that was so far ahead of all others when it came to women's rights and religious freedom that it was considered the envy of the Middle East. It was in the City of Baalbek, in southern Lebanon, birthplace of her mother, that Princess Taja Hakim first learned to drive.

For higher education, her parents sent her to some of the most prestigious universities in the Western world. Taja Hakim moved to the City of London, England, to attend Oxford University. After one semester, she dropped out, citing irreversible boredom. Her exasperated parents sent her Canada, hoping that the bland social and political climate of that nation would placate the Saudi Princess antics. Thus, Taja Hakim came to the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. Princess Taja Hakim enrolled at Carleton University, to study civil engineering. This would be her final school, as decreed by her parents. As soon as she graduated from Carleton University's civil engineering program, Taja Hakim was expected to do away with silly pursuits and embrace the responsibilities that went along with her rank and title.

Being a royal wasn't all about fun and games, travel and lavish spending. Responsibility was a big part of it and not even Taja Hakim, the wildest of all Saudi royals, could escape that. She would be whisked back to the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia where her father would arrange for her a marriage with a suitable gentleman of royal Saudi lineage, as befitting a beautiful young Saudi woman of her rank. The Princess fate was sealed by the intricacies of power struggles in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. She could have anything she wanted except control of her destiny, as was the fate of all women living under patriarchal Islam.

Sitting on her bed inside her residence on the Carleton University campus, Princess Taja Hakim felt bored. Clad in a red T-shirt featuring the iconic Mister T and dark blue sweatpants, she looked like any ordinary young woman in a dorm on a Wednesday night. Yawning, Taja got up and stretched, then walked over to her laptop. She logged onto her Facebook account, the top secret one which only her friends knew. The arrival of a Saudi Princess in Ontario, Canada, caused a stir last year. The Canadians were used to royalty, but European royalty for the most part. Princes and Princesses from Monaco, England and elsewhere in the European Union came to Canada from time to time. The Canadians were especially enamored of British Royalty. They had a real fetish for the Queen of England and her progeny, especially Prince William and his commoner bride, Princess Kate.

Saudi royalty was something else altogether in the eyes of proper Canadian society. For starters, the Saudi royalty's myriad men and women were filthy rich and actually had political power, unlike the few royals of England, Sweden and Monaco, who were just figureheads. The shopping and traveling antics of Saudi royals were notorious worldwide. Wherever they went, excess followed. All that oil money had to be spent somewhere, and the young men and women from Saudi Arabia's most powerful families weren't shy about spending it. Whether in New York, Toronto, Amsterdam, Paris, London or Vienna, they only stayed in the best hotels, drove the best cars and put American billionaires to shame with their lavish spending. Saudi royals were new money for the most part, after all. And none of them could match Saudi Princess Taja Hakim when it came to excess and extravagance.

Taja Hakim's six-foot-one, lean and athletic figure, coupled with her bronze skin, long curly black hair and bronze eyes made her a darling of the international media. The young woman with the looks of a Hollywood starlet, the body of an Olympic athlete and the mindset of a conniving Diva simply dazzled them. Hollywood studios begged her to appear in their movies. Artists begged her to pose for portraits. Always she declined. Last year, she scandalized much of Saudi society when pictures of her in a bikini at a beach in Los Angeles, California, were taken by the paparazzi. Now, the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia has a strict moral and social code, one which not even the royals could escape indefinitely. They got mad at Taja because she never wore a burka or even a hijab while outside Saudi Arabia. She loved showing her hair and her figure by going bare-headed, usually clad in skin-tight outfits. Scandalous? Indeed.

Taja Hakim knew that many of the Kingdom's conservative-minded citizens viewed her as nothing but a piece of filth who escaped punishment for her cavalier attitude and wild deeds because of her rank and family name. The Great King was fond of Princess Taja Hakim, and her family, and while he favored them, no one in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia or elsewhere in the Muslim world would dare touch them. To do so would condemn the doer of said misdeed to a swift death, and only if the Great King and his people were feeling merciful. Taja Hakim knew her position was precarious, but she refused to bow down to fate and circumstance. She wanted to live her life, even if it got her killed.

If anyone knew what she was up to tonight, Taja Hakim knew she'd be a dead woman for sure. Not even the Great King would be able to save her if people found out. And yet, she wanted this more than anything. Three discreet knocks on her door. The young woman practically jumped, feeling her heart thundering in her chest. She took a deep breath, then opened the door. Standing before her was a tall young woman. Her friend and classmate Juanita McBride. Smiling brightly, Taja welcomed her friend into her not so humble abode, a dorm meant for four girls which the Carleton University administration saw fit to bestow upon her because she was royalty and was paying the big bucks. Juanita smiled wolfishly at Taja, and the two hugged tenderly. Taja briefly kissed Juanita, then closed the door behind them.

Taja Hakim smiled at Juanita McBride, drinking the sight of the woman who stole her heart. Juanita, the five-foot-ten, self-described "chubby but funky" African-American gal from the City of Boston, Massachusetts. The first and only person whom Princess Taja Hakim of Saudi Arabia had ever loved. Juanita looked real good in a black leather jacket over a blue T-shirt featuring Bob Marley, black sweatpants and sneakers, her long, neatly dreadlocked hair tucked under a green and white Boston Celtics cap. Juanita licked her lips, smiled cockily then pulled Taja close to her. Gently, they embraced and kissed again.

Taja took Juanita's beautiful face in her hands, and looked lovingly into her eyes. This was the woman who showed her what love was all about. Taja knew that when Juanita looked at her, she didn't see her Saudi heritage or her title, her being Muslim or her family money. She simply saw Taja, the one no one else had ever seen. Not the jet-setting, bikini-loving, hard-partying shopaholic. Not the celebrity-obsessed globe-trotter famous for being moody and fickle. None of those things. Juanita saw who she really was. The real Taja. Taking Juanita's hand, Taja led her to the bed. It had been three whole days since they last saw each other. Juanita had gone to the City of Toronto to visit her uncle and aunt, Matthew and Jessica McBride. There were a lot of Americans living in Toronto apparently. Now Juanita was back, smelling like she'd just been to the gym, and Taja wanted her more than ever.

Laughing, the two of them fell on the bed. Taja sprang on Juanita, moving with the speed of a cobra as she straddled her favorite butch. Juanita looked up at Taja, as the sexy Saudi woman grinned and pulled off her red T-shirt, revealing her sexy body. Off came the sweatpants. Underneath her clothes, Taja seldom wore a bra or panties. Unless it was that time of the month and she HAD to wear underpants. Juanita gently stroked Taja's beautiful face with one hand while the other palmed Taja's big round ass. Taja grinned, and playfully bucked on Juanita. It was astonishing how much she loved this sexy American butch. Slowly, Taja began undressing her favorite person in the world. Off came Juanita's jacket, then her T-shirt and sweatpants. Underneath, she wore bright red boxers and no bra. Taja laughed, and gave Juanita's big butt a good smack.

Juanita yelped, pretending to dislike what Taja was doing to her. Suddenly, the sexy butch pulled the princess up close and kissed her while gently fondling her breasts. Juanita stuck her tongue down Taja's throat, while Taja's supple body pressed against hers, grinding their breasts and legs together. Taja's hand roamed from Juanita's breasts to her round belly and finally between her legs. Juanita licked her lips and spread her big legs wider, welcoming Taja's hand in her pleasure spot. Taja smiled and licked Juanita's left breast while stroking her face gently. Taja's fingers slid into Juanita's pussy, teasing her clitoris and sending small shockwaves of pleasure deep inside of her.

Juanita moaned as Taja began fucking her with her fingers. The sexy Saudi gal lathered up the African-American butch's chocolate skin with her tongue, licking a path from her lips to her chest, taking time to suck on each nipple, before making her way to the space between Juanita's legs. Juanita held her breath as Taja gently blew on her pussy before inhaling her scent. Taja inhaled Juanita's womanly scent, drinking it in. She loved the smell and taste of Juanita. No two other women ever smelled or tasted exactly alike. Taja licked Juanita's sweet pussy, after asking her to spread her legs a bit further apart. Juanita licked her lips as Taja went to work on her, thrusting two fingers inside of her while teasing her clitoris with her wicked tongue. Hot damn. Where did a prim and proper Saudi princess learn to eat pussy like that?

Taja laughed while thrusting three fingers up Juanita's cunt, loving the sound of Juanita's moans and squeals. The first time Taja laid eyes on Juanita, the cocky African-American butch and self-styled "Red Sox Nation Queen" definitely made an impression on her. Taja discovered women back home in the City of Jeddah. In Saudi society, men and women spent a lot of time apart, for reasons having to do with religious and cultural taboos. So a lot of Saudi women explored other women while many Saudi men presumably explored other men. It was the best kept secret in the Kingdom. Oh, yeah. Secret stuff about their private lives that Muslims didn't share with so-called unbelievers. Taja had been doing women for quite some time and was giving Juanita the full benefit of her expertise, in the best way possible.

Juanita raised her legs in the air, giving greater access to her beloved Taja as the other woman worked on her. To spice things up, Taja pulled a small object from under her pillow, and waved it in Juanita's face. The other woman smiled when she saw what it was. A bright blue dildo. Juanita's eyes widened when Taja pressed the dildo against her pussy lips, then gently pushed it inside. Juanita gasped as Taja penetrated her with the dildo. Taja pinched Juanita's big tits while thrusting the dildo deep inside of her. Juanita gasped, and this seemed to embolden Taja, who continued fucking her with gusto. After a while, Taja asked Juanita if she was okay with switching things up a bit and Juanita of course was down for whatever. Thus the sexy African-American butch found herself on all fours, face down and ass up, while Taja got ready to service her.

Taja admired Juanita's big round black ass. Hot damn that chick had a nice big butt. Taja's butt was by no means small but Juanita's rear end definitely took the cake. She patted Juanita's butt, spanking it lightly, which cause the dreadlocked butch to laugh. Without warning, Taja thrust two fingers into Juanita's wet pussy. Juanita licked her lips, begging for more. She absolutely loved it when Taja played rough. While fucking Juanita's pussy with the dildo, Taja gently bit her big round ass. She slipped a slim finger into Juanita's asshole, and the big black butch stiffened. Sensing she had accidentally found Juanita's sweet spot, Taja continued to finger her asshole while thrusting the dildo deep into her cunt.

Juanita gasped as Taja slipped her finger into her asshole. That intrusion surprised Juanita, to say the least, but she'd be lying if she said she didn't like it. The combination of her slick finger in her pussy and a nice big dildo in her cunt was driving her nuts. Taja asked her how she liked it, and Juanita's only reply was to ask for more. Laughing, Taja slipped a second finger into Juanita's asshole. Amazingly, Juanita's ass took it all. Juanita bent all the way down, sticking her butt into the air as Taja continued fucking her. Suddenly filled with inspiration, Taja took the dildo, all slick with Juanita's pussy juices, and rubbed it against her asshole. Juanita froze when she felt Taja pry her big butt cheeks wide open before rubbing the dildo against her anus. What was she going to do?

Taja looked at Juanita's prone form. The gal was just dying to get fucked, but Taja wanted to hear her say it. She slapped Juanita's big butt, and asked her what she wanted. In a halting voice, Juanita cursed loudly then told Taja to fuck her. Laughing, Taja pushed the dildo into Juanita's asshole. Juanita grimaced as the dildo sank deep inside of her. Now, while she was no stranger to anal play, this was her first time trying it with Taja. The first time Juanita laid eyes on Taja, she knew what she was. A seriously dominant bitch, in and out of bed, made all the more dangerous by how innocent and sweet she looked. And now Taja was showing her true colors. Face down and ass up, that's how she took Juanita for the ride of a lifetime. Spanking her, tugging at her dreadlocked hair and berating her while thrusting the dildo deep into her ass. Juanita squealed as she got bum fucked by her wild girlfriend. Taja laughed and clapped her ass one more time, continuing her manual drilling of Juanita's ass until the chubby gal begged for mercy.

Juanita lay on the bed, her big sexy body heaving, a fine sheen of sweat covering her. Wildly her eyes roamed all over Taja as she tried to catch her breath. Taja lay on top of Juanita, looking into her lover's eyes. She loved the wild look in Juanita's eyes and the afterglow that always gripped her after a round of passionate sexing. Gently, Taja kissed Juanita's soft lips. Juanita grinned, then pulled Taja closer, squeezing her real tight. Taja laughed, burying herself in her lover's arms. Gently Juanita kissed Taja's forehead, and wished her goodnight. They fell asleep like this. Just two women who love each other. To the world outside the dormitory doors, they're so many different things. Saudi and American. Lesbian and butch. Christian and queer. Muslim and Saudi. Commoner and royalty. In here, though, none of that mattered. They were together, and that was that.