4 comments/ 12675 views/ 0 favorites Haitian Men are Kings By: Samuelx Exam time at Carleton University. A sweltering heat blankets the City of Ottawa, Ontario. We're in early April. Do you know what this means? With so many chicks walking around with short skirts and ultra-short shorts in the blazing heat at school, a brother like me just can't focus. Trust me, if you were there, you'd be distracted too. My name is Jean Franklin Guillaume. I was born in the town of Quartier Morin in the Republic of Haiti, and I've lived in the Province of Ontario, Canada, since 2004. Eight years later and I'm still loving life in Canada's Capital region. Let me tell you about some of my adventures. So here I was, sitting in the library when I spotted this chick who kind of looked familiar. A fine-looking, thick and dark-skinned sister. I couldn't remember her name to save my life but I'd recognize that ass anywhere. Hot damn. That chick had a serious booty on her. She was around five-foot-ten, dark-skinned, with dreadlocks and as I mentioned before, a big round ass. That ass was staring at me, swinging from side to side like a pendulum of temptation in those tight red shorts she wore as she made her way through the second floor of the University library. Hmmm. Hot damn. Now I know where I knew her from. My old psychology class during Fall 2011 at Carleton University. Her first name is Mary, her last name is some tough to pronounce African shit. I got up, gently stroked my goatee, and walked up to her. How shall I swing it? We're at the end of the year so I can't play the 'new here' game. Also, she might remember me from that psych class, cause I had a hell of a time passing it. I always do fine with my core classes and lousy with my electives. I'm a Criminology major, by the way. Kind of weird, eh? I approached Mary the African chick, and she looked me up and down. Hello Stephen, she said nonchalantly. My smile was frozen in place. So she remembers my name. Cool. I smiled, and asked her what she was up to. Mary told me I hadn't changed a bit, then she walked away, sashaying that booty from side to side for good measure. I watched her go, and barely suppressed a whimper of lust. Damn. I can't let this one go. I need to wax that ass. How am I going to pull that off? I go back to the City of Toronto when exams end. I need to convince Mary to give up the booty long before then, otherwise she never will. As I stood there, watching Mary the African chick with the thick ass walk away, someone called my name. I turned around, and found myself gazing at Drake Henderson. A short, light-skinned Black guy from the City of Calgary, Alberta. He's a fruity bastard who thinks he's slick. Now, I'm not gay or bisexual but I needed help passing my Intro to Criminology class during freshman year and Drake happen to be teacher's assistant at Carleton University, working for the same professor I had. I let him suck my dick a few times just so he'd go easy on me when correcting my paper. I ended up getting a solid B on the final exam and a C plus for the course. Not my finest work but at least my Black ass passed. I like Criminology but some of the courses I take are tough as hell. Anyway, my arrangement with Drake should have ended there but the fruity fool keeps hassling me. He wants some of my dick and honestly, I don't want to give him any. Even if I were gay or bisexual, I wouldn't deal with someone like Drake. He's a total flamer, man. Worse than the Human Torch. I rolled my eyes and looked at Drake. He followed my gaze and saw Mary. In a bitchy tone, Drake told me that Nigerian women like Mary Adewale seldom gave up the booty to men outside their ethnicity. I stared at the fruity motherfucker. How in hell did he know her full name? As if reading my mind, Drake told me that he knew pretty much everyone at Carleton University. I snorted. Yeah, I believe him. Drake looked at my crotch and as usual, begged me for a little piece. I shook my head. I don't know why I attract these queer motherfuckers, man. I'm six-foot-three, broad-shouldered and muscular, with dark brown skin and curly Black hair. People say I look a little bit like Mister Marcus, the world-famous African-American Porn Star. I'm not bald like he is but he's a cool cat. I love his movies where he's smashing them bitches pussy. His scenes with starlets like Nyomi Banxxx and Joclyn Stone absolutely rock. That brother can handle his own, for real. I have a ton of his DVDs at home, both the ones where he's banging the sisters and those where he's fucking some white bitches. I don't care. He's awesome. I looked Drake up and down, and shook my head. No way, no how. Our thing was a one-time thing. I am not gay or bisexual. Yeah, I did stand up naked in Drake's bedroom and I let him suck my dick and lick my balls. He was actually a pretty good cock sucker. Better than some of the bitches I've fucked at Carleton. The last chick I let suck my dick, this Arab woman named Fatima, did a lousy job at it. I should mention that she had braces and at twenty five, her chunky Lebanese Canadian ass was sexually inexperienced. Unlike Drake, who was good at what he did, and when I came, he drank my seed. Yeah, I had fun with Drake. I'm not going to lie. However, it was a one-time deal. I don't have sex with men. I only fuck women. I'm a proud Haitian man, a good Catholic and a staunch heterosexual. I walked away from Drake, and went into the quad outside the library. I spotted Mary, and waved at her. She rolled her eyes but waved back anyway. I smiled and walked up to her. Maybe I still got a chance, you know? Haitian Men are Kings Ch. 02 Watching that sexy Lebanese slut Aamina Farouk's big round ass and floppy tits jiggle as she sucks my cock and balls, I sighed in pleasure. My name is Fabien Lafontaine. Born and raised in the town of Montreal, Province of Quebec, to proud Haitian immigrant parents. I'm as Canadian as maple syrup, and just as delicious on your tongue. Just ask any of the freaks I've fucked in recent times. Right now, I'm having a hot threesome, man. While Aamina Farouk is sucking my cock, this Somali guy named Muhammad Aziz is licking my asshole. What can I say? I'm having a really good time. Ever since I moved to the Vanier area of Ottawa, Ontario, a place crawling with Somalis and Arabs, I've been having a raunchy good time. Had I known the outwardly conservative Muslims were such freaks in private, I would have started fucking them a long time ago. Here's a little back story, if you will. I attend Carleton University and work part-time as a security guard. In my neighborhood, there's this hot chick named Aamina Farouk who lives with her openly gay Somali roommate Muhammad Aziz. They both go to the University of Ottawa and flirted with me so much since I first moved to Vanier that I quickly figured they had designs on me. I wasn't sure which one of them I'd go for but they made it clear that they wanted to share me. Either I would take the deal or I'd get nothing out of either of them. Damn. They really wanted me. It's not their fault, really. I'm a six-foot-four, 250-pound Haitian-Canadian stud with nine inches of thick, uncircumcised chocolate dick. With big hairy balls to match. And I sure as hell know how to use them. I mainly prefer women but if I were to be totally honest with myself, I just like sticking my dick in a tight spot. Doesn't matter if it's a beautiful woman's warm mouth, hot pussy or tight ass. Or sometimes the mouth and ass of a willing gentleman. I don't discriminate. I guess you'd call me bisexual. Whatever. It's all good. Sex is natural, man. I just enjoy showing it off. Anyway, at the time that I met Aamina Farouk and Muhammad Aziz, I was in a bit of a funk. I was new to the City of Ottawa, Ontario, and had just broken up with my girlfriend Cheryl Lalonde, this fine-looking blonde-haired white chick from the town of Laval, in provincial Quebec. I wasn't really used to Somalis and Arabs because we don't have too many of them in the City of Montreal. The Province of Ontario is more tolerant of the ultra-conservative and deeply religious mindset of the Arabs and Somalis so they love it there. The Province of Quebec is a tougher place for these people because we don't put up with bullshit from people whose customs we don't really understand. Look, I was raised Adventist and I'm fairly tolerant of other religions but sometimes the Muslims are really pushing it. In some parts of the western world, people hesitate to put up Christian symbols in fear of offending the Muslim minority. In Quebec, we don't do that shit. Live your life the Quebec way regardless of what race or religion you are into or get the fuck out, that's what we say. And I am a proud Quebecer, ladies and gentlemen. Anyway, back to the fucking. I squeezed Aamina's big round ass as she went down on me. At the same time, I almost moaned as Muhammad Aziz thrust his tongue into my ass. Dude was really good at what he did. And here I thought all Somalis did was pray and chatter in their guttural language. Hmmm. Dude's got some sweet lips on him. Word up. Man, after getting my cock and balls suck and my ass thoroughly licked, I was ready for some serious fucking. I assumed control because I'm the stud around here and both Aamina and Muhammad were ready to follow my lead. First, I spread Aamina's plump thighs and breathed in the scent of the Lebanese Canadian woman's pussy. I never stick my cock in a pussy without first inspecting it, ladies and gentlemen. It prevents all kinds of nasty surprises. Much to my delight, Aamina had a sweet-smelling and even sweeter-tasting pussy. I began licking her up as if she were made of the most delicious of nectars. Aamina giggled and ran her hands through my dreads as I licked her. At the same time, she was jerking Muhammad Aziz off. Apparently, the gay Somali didn't mind getting a hand job from his female best friend. Now that's what I call true friendship. I wish I had friends like that. I was ready to fuck, and put a condom on. I put Aamina on all fours, gave her big round ass a slap for good measure, then slid my cock into her pussy. Muhammad Aziz watched us, stroking his thick member. Hmm. I didn't know Somali guys were packing like that. Since they're usually tall and thin, I assumed they weren't thick anywhere. I stand corrected. Anyhow, I began drilling my cock into Aamina's cunt. The Lebanese chick had a nice, tight pussy. Oh, I knew that she sure as hell wasn't a virgin or even close to it. The thing you have to understand about Muslim women, especially the ones from conservative nations like the Republic of Lebanon and the Nation of Somalia, is that they've got both a public face and a private face. Same as you and me. In public, they dress conservatively and act all soft and sweet. In private, well, you'll get the idea of what they're truly like. That's when their true self really comes out. I once saw a pair of hijab-wearing Somali chicks inside the adult video store located near the big mall downtown. Yeah, man. I am not kidding. And they bought enough DVDs and sex toys to shock even me. And I'm not a prude in any sense of the word. I pinched Aamina's big booty and told her to make some noise while I'm fucking her. When she seemed reluctant to comply with my request, I pulled her hair and yanked her head backwards while slamming my cock deeper inside of her. Muhammad smiled as Aamina's eardrum-bursting scream filled the master bedroom of the apartment they both shared. I went really wild on her, man. I smacked that ass, pulled that hair and fucked that pussy. I owned her. Later, I had a go with her ass. Face down and ass up, Aamina spread her plump ass cheeks and offered me her asshole. Muhammad held Aamina's ass cheeks wide open and lubricated her while I pushed my cock into her asshole. Hmmm. Aamina's ass felt wonderfully warm and tight around my dick. Gently I began fucking her, taking my sweet time. We fucked and sucked for a good forty five minutes, then I had my nut. Once I pulled out of Aamina, Muhammad grabbed my still-hard dick, took off the condom and drank my seed. Man, I so wanted to fuck Muhammad but I was spent. Fortunately, the Somali stud knew a way to get me back online, so to speak. Muhammad sucked my cock and fingered my asshole. Even with his best efforts, I wasn't able to get hard again. At least not at first. Hey, if you're smiling maliciously while reading this, you really should shut the fuck up. I'm a normal man, more or less, and I've got my limitations. Fortunately, Aamina joined Muhammad's efforts. The sexy Lebanese mama sucked my cock while Muhammad sucked my balls. And what do you know? Lo and behold, in no time they had me hard as hell again. Muhammad smiled happily and assumed the position. Aamina held Muhammad's ass cheeks wide open and poured lubricant all over his asshole while I put on a condom. I placed my dick against Muhammad's asshole, and began fucking him. Aamina grinned at me and smacked Muhammad's ass while I fucked him. She's so naughty. I leaned over and sucked on Aamina's tits while fucking Muhammad. The Somali stud didn't mind. I enjoyed this delicious plate of Somali man booty for a good while, then I got my second and final nut of the night. And once more, Aamina and Muhammad sucked me off. Man, are Muslims freaky or what? After that fantastic first night, the three of us became inseparable. I visit my hot new neighbors fairly often. Lebanese pussy and Lebanese booty along with a healthy serving of Somali man flesh. What kind of bisexual stud would I be if I didn't enjoy such tasty dishes as often as I could? I'm new to Ottawa and although it's a very boring town, I'm having fun. Carleton University is full of freaks too, I'm sure, but I'm new there and don't want to get a bad reputation yet. That's why I'm having my fun with some freaks located a bit closer to home. And for now, it works for me. While Ottawa isn't half as beautiful as my beautiful hometown of Montreal, the local bitches ( both male and female ) give it up so easily that they make this town an attractive destination for booty catchers like myself. I think I'm going to like it here. This city won't know what hit it! Haitian Men are Kings Ch. 03 Good morning, my brothers and sisters. May the Lord bless you on this beautiful day. My name is Ramon Jean-Claude. I was born in the City of Leon on the island nation of Nicaragua to a Haitian father and Latin mother. I grew up in the City of Boston, State of Massachusetts. My parents emigrated to the United States of America when I was younger. I hold a Doctorate's in Theology from Northeastern University, where I once played football. Presently I am a Pastor with the Seventh-Day Adventist Church of metropolitan Ottawa, Province of Ontario. What's a Caribbean-flavored American preacher like me doing in the Capital region of Canada? Sometimes I ask myself the same question but all I can say is that the Lord works in mysterious ways and as a good Christian man, all I can do is obey His will. He needed me in Canada so that's why I am here. Presently, in my office, I'm counseling Jeffrey Xavier and his wife Maria Hector Xavier. Jeff is a tall, muscular and stocky, dark-skinned Black man from the City of Montreal, Province of Quebec. He's a graduate of McGill University and works as a Constable with the Ontario Provincial Police. Considering how racist Canadian society is, that's quite a sign of progress. A Black man as a member of the toughest police force in Canada's capital region. Nice. Jeff is doing big things for himself. He recently married a lovely young Jamaican woman named Maria Hector. Now, even though Haitians and Jamaicans are neighbors in the beautiful isles of the Caribbean, things can sometimes get dicey with them. Jamaican men in particular don't like seeing Jamaican women with men from other islands, especially Haitian men. Somehow, Jeffrey and Maria met, fell in love and got hitched. She's presently studying business administration at Carleton University. He's twenty nine and she's twenty four. They're a young, lively couple. I want to do everything in my power as a pastor to help their marriage succeed. Black Love is something that I believe in. The Lord has yet to introduce me to the young lady he wants me to marry. I am forty years old. All I can do is wait, I guess. Maria was telling me about how frustrated she felt because apparently Jeff neglected her womanly needs in the bedroom. Jeff complained about how his wife was insatiable and when he came home tired about a hard day patrolling the highways of provincial Ontario, he wasn't always 'ready to go'. That poor guy. His darling wife Maria rolled her eyes when Jeff uttered those words and the brother winced. Poor Jeff. He's got a hot young wife who's horny. I feel his pain. We should all be burdened with such a situation, eh? Well, it seemed that the situation between Jeff and Maria was getting serious. That's why I invited them to my house for a sort of 'extended couples therapy'. And I must say that my idea worked like a charm. My house in the Ottawa suburb of Barrhaven is a beautiful mansion. It's neat, warm and welcoming. I filled it with African and Caribbean art. What can I say? I am forever proud of my people. Anyhow, Jeff and Maria sat in my living room as we discussed their marital problems and possible solutions to their dilemmas. Maria was quite loud and accusatory in her interactions with Jeff in my office and she was even worse in my house. I feel for Jeff, I really do. His wife is a fire cracker. Not all men can handle such a woman. She kept accusing him of being a fruit since he wasn't paying much attention to her in the bedroom. Jeff finally confessed that the reason why he wasn't interested in sex with her was because he had an erectile problem. Maria was quite shocked to hear that. Not me. All kinds of men can experience sexual problems and they can happen at any age. I reassured both Maria and Jeff that their problem wasn't without a possible solution. However, I told them that I would need their full cooperation to solve their issues. Well, I thought I saw a sign of progress when Maria linked hands with Jeff, smiled at him and said she would do anything to 'make it work'. I smiled. Those were the exact words I'd longed to hear for quite some time. I had some ideas about how to help Jeff and Maria with their troubles. And I told them that while my methods were unusual, they always yielded results. I spoke to both of them point blank. I got Jeff to confess that while he was quite tired after work, his tiredness wasn't the only reason he neglected Maria in the bedroom. He also had some latent tendencies. If you know what I mean. Upon hearing that, Maria was shocked and frightened. She looked at Jeff like she didn't know him. I assured Maria that many bisexual men had wives and careers and productive lives. They didn't have to go down the homosexual route. All they needed was support from a wife who understood. Maria nodded upon hearing that. I smiled at her and Jeff, then began undressing. They stared at me, shocked. I saw shock in Maria's face and interest mixed with uncertainty in Jeff's face. Soon I stood naked before them. All six feet three inches and 250 pounds of me. My nine-inch, uncircumcised Black cock sprang out like a frigging cobra. Now both Maria and Jeff were staring at my groin. I looked them both in the eye and told them that I was only doing this to help them. Then I asked them to undress. Maria hesitated, but Jeff didn't. The tall Black Canadian policeman undressed hastily. Soon the six-foot-one, dark-skinned stud stood naked before me. Hesitantly, Maria looked at us. Both shock and lust filled her pretty face. She saw the way her hubby looked at me and meekly said that homosexuality was wrong but I assured her that I was only doing this to help her and her husband. I wasn't doing this for my own pleasure. I was merely fulfilling my, um, Preacher's duties. Maria nodded, then began undressing as well. I feasted my eyes on the young Jamaican woman's curvy body, big breasts, wide hips and big round ass as she got naked. Nice. Real nice. I walked up to Jeff and stroked his cock. It got harder as I touched him. As I stroked Jeff's cock, I asked him to close his eyes. Then I asked Maria to make herself useful. The plump Jamaican chick knelt before her husband and sucked his cock while I massage his shoulders with one hand and stroked his balls with the other. Just as I thought it would, Jeff's cock hardened both from my touch and Maria's. The Black Canadian policeman is bisexual. He doesn't have erectile dysfunction. He just needs some patience, understanding and proper stimulation. Soon Jeff was thrusting his big cock down Maria's throat like there was no tomorrow. Nice. I want some of that. I knelt beside Maria and together, we sucked Jeff's cock. I briefly paused and asked Jeff to open his eyes. He did. Upon seeing Maria and I kneeling before him, he seemed really surprised. Pleasantly surprised I might add. Now that he was sufficiently aroused, I told him the time had come. I asked Maria to lie down on the couch with her legs spread. She obeyed me. I knelt before her and licked her pussy, sliding my fingers inside of her. The sexy Jamaican gal moaned in pleasure. I love oral sex, with both women and men. I'm all about making people happy. After I licked Maria for a good while, I took Jeff's hard cock and guided it into Maria's pussy. The sexy Black woman's eyes widened as her husband's thick cock slid inside her snatch. Jeff held his wife by her wide hips as he slammed his cock into her. Hard and fast he pumped his manhood into her. I watched them, stroking my hard cock. Watching Jeff fucking Maria really turned me on. He fucked her like this for a good twenty minutes, then started to go soft. Maria seemed disappointed by that but I came to the rescue. Jeff seemed disappointed in himself for not lasting longer but I promised him I could help. I sucked his cock while fingering his asshole. That got him hard again. He pushed his cock into Maria's cunt again and resumed fucking her. I kept my fingers inside Jeff's ass. When he started slacking off again, I asked him if he trusted me. He said yes. I replaced my fingers with my dick. Yep, I slid my cock into Jeff's ass while he fucked his wife Maria's juicy-looking pussy. Jeff's moans echoed Maria's as the three of us did our thing. I fucked Jeff's tight ass for a long while, and he stayed hard inside Maria the entire time. We went at it for hours, before finally collapsing exhausted on the couch in a heap of lusty, sweaty bodies. Much later, the three of us showered, redressed ourselves and sat down to discuss what just happened. After getting fucked by her hubby Jeff, Maria was glowing. I looked at the happy couple. Jeff sat up straighter than before. He seemed more confident now. I told them that as a man of God and a good Preacher, I shouldn't have crossed boundaries by having sexual relations with them. They didn't seem to mind, especially Maria, who thanked me for my help. Jeff was thankful too. He told me he had never done anything sexual with a man before. I told him that there was nothing wrong with bisexuality. Maria admitted to being turned on by watching Jeff and I together. I smiled at that. I told them that the male prostate was a man's pleasure spot and stimulating it with fingers, tongues or dildos was the way to go. I gave Maria a strap-on dildo and several butt plugs as a parting gift. She and Jeff were all smiles. We said a quick prayer together, exchanged heartfelt hugs then they hit the road. I think I've just about saved a marriage, folks. May the Lord be praised.