5 comments/ 3740 views/ 3 favorites Black Man Marries A White Lady By: Samuelx Living in Quebec isn't easy for a young Black immigrant man, seriously. La belle province has a complex history with its immigrant population, and the fact that non-Whites have way more offspring than French Canadians do has a lot of people worried about tomorrow's Quebec. They fear that us Africans, Arabs, Indians, Latinos, and Chinese people will take over Canada, starting with the big cities. That's the Confederation of Canada for you. Identity politics dominate the national political horizon, and it's caused a lot of tension between White Canadians and everyone else. The current Prime Minister, a certain dickhead from Alberta, hates immigrants with a passion, especially the ones from outside the European Union. Why do you think he's passing so many laws aimed at making our lives harder? Personally, I don't like the Conservatives, the New Democratic Party or the Liberals. The way I see it, all of them White politicians don't like people of color. I am not stupid enough to assume that it's only the Conservatives who hate minorities and want to make our lives harder. If you're a visible minority in Canada and you're between the ages of eighteen and thirty, you should be either in college or university, or in the workforce. Get yourself a college or university degree, and start working in your chosen field. Rise up within the ranks and help other people of color along the way. Be the change that you want to see happen in Canadian society. Give them uptight and over-privileged White dudes and forlorn White chicks some serious competition. Even though the system favors them. You can still beat them at their own game. Unity against the forces of White racism, that's what I'd like to see visible minorities in Canada do. Unfortunately, it's not going to happen. Two of the biggest minority groups, Arabs and Asians, definitely hate one another. I've met Japanese guys who hate Chinese people, South Africans who hate Nigerians, Haitians who hate Jamaicans, Pakistanis who hate Indians, Aboriginals who hate Metis, and so on. Meanwhile, White Canadians, whether English or French, team up to rule the country and keep people of color down. Very clever of them if you ask me. That's why we're never going to get anywhere...unless we smarten up. My name is Jean-Luc Armand, and I'm a Haitian brother living in the City of Gatineau, right there on the Quebec border. Why did I just hit you over the head with the political rant? I get frustrated with passive-aggressive White Canadians sometimes, folks. I moved to the border region of Quebec from Ottawa because rent here is a lot cheaper than in the City of Ottawa. For what you pay for a room in Ottawa, you can get yourself an entire apartment in Gatineau. I am entering my fourth and final year at Carleton University, and I just need a place to live until I graduate, get my accounting degree and start making the big bucks. I'm thinking about getting my MBA one of these days. Yeah, I am that rare brother with ambition and drive, folks. My father, Louis Armand, studied Law at the University of Montreal and works for the Canadian government. My mother, Beatrice Luther-Armand, studied accounting at the same school and taught me my love of numbers. Mom works for the Canada Revenue Agency as an auditor. Just a middle-class Haitian family living the Canadian Dream, I guess. Don't tell me Black folks can't accomplish great things in Canada. I grew up in the West end of Ottawa, and my folks expect big things for me. Which is why I'm pushing myself as hard as I can at school. While living in the City of Gatineau, I met this chick named Roseanne Tremblay, and much to my surprise, we really hit it off. I have never been good with chicks...of any color. The female of the species isn't fond of guys like me. I'm six-foot-one, chubby and dark-skinned, and nerdy as can be. I like numbers and science fiction, and I am seriously into accounting. I'm shy when it comes to the ladies, and for this reason, at the age of twenty six, I can still count my sexual encounters on one hand. Nothing to write home about, I know. So you can understand why I was intrigued by the five-foot-ten, curvy and sexy, blonde-haired and green-eyed French Canadian foxy mama who took a liking to me. Roseanne attends the University of Quebec in Outaouais, downtown Hull, where she studies business management. Finally, a cute gal who not only speaks my language but also seems to like me. The question is, what do I do about it? I worked up the nerve to ask Roseanne out, to a casual movie outing, and I was delighted when she said yes. Roseanne Tremblay and I began going out, and I must say, I enjoy her company. Roseanne is smart, sexy and always goes for what she wants. I am not usually lucky with chicks, and I definitely don't holler at White chicks because I am not looking for trouble. Still, there was something different about Roseanne. As we walked through malls together, hand in hand, and got stared at by angry White guys and the occasional unhappy-looking Black female, Roseanne didn't seem to notice or care. Nope, Roseanne firmly held my hand as we walked around together, us against the world. Roseanne Tremblay and I moved in together six months after we met, and I even introduced my favorite Quebecer to my parents. My folks were shocked to meet her, since, well, I hadn't introduced them to a young lady since Esther Jean, a Haitian chick I met at church during my freshman year at Carleton University. Esther and I didn't work out because, well, she was way too uptight even for a square brother like myself. I told my parents that Roseanne mattered to me and that was that. Roseanne is a breath of fresh air in my otherwise dreary existence, ladies and gentlemen. I was worried about her parents and what they might think upon finding out that she was with me, but I needn't have worried. When Roseanne introduced me to her father, Castor Tremblay, the old White dude didn't seem surprised to see me. Apparently, Roseanne's fondness for Black guys is well known all over Gatineau. Almost legendary, come to think of it. Just my luck, eh? When it comes to the bedroom, Roseanne Tremblay definitely taught me a thing or two. Roseanne introduced me to the world of kink and BDSM, which is kind of hot if you ask me. Roseanne recently revealed to me that she's a dominatrix, which turns me on because, well, I am kind of submissive. See, my Roseanne and I were a match made in sweetest heaven, or perhaps hottest hell, folks. And I wouldn't have it any other way! Roseanne likes to tie me up and have her way with me. I really, really like that shit. The other day, Roseanne sat me on my face, smothering me with her thick, alabaster-hued derriere. I licked Roseanne's pussy and asshole, and then she finally let me fuck her. I thrust my hard dick into Roseanne's wet cunt, and she wrapped her arms around me as I fucked the hell out of her. Hard and fast Roseanne and I did our thing, and I drilled her pussy with my hard dick, loving the warmth and tightness I felt around my tool. Roseanne and I did our thing, and when I came, Roseanne dipped her fingers into my cum and licked it. Afterwards, the really fun stuff began. Roseanne donned a strap-on dildo, and put me on all fours. After lubricating my ass with Aloe cream, Roseanne pushed the strap-on dildo into my ass. Just like that, my sexy Quebecer dominatrix began fucking the hell out of me. What kind of Black man lets a White chick fuck him up the ass with a strap-on dildo? A kinky one, folks! My sweet Roseanne fucked my ass till I begged for mercy, folks. When I finally graduated from Carleton University with my bachelor's degree in Accounting, one fine day in June 2016, my sweet Roseanne was by my side, along with my parents. Three months later, Roseanne and I got married. My lady is pregnant, with our first brat, and I couldn't be happier. I found a job as supervisor of a bank call center. Pays twenty five dollars an hour, which is okay, for now. I am saving every penny because I am now a husband and head of household. Soon I will be a father. I thank Heaven for these blessings. Wish Roseanne and I good luck, folks. We are going to need it. Black Man Marries A White Lady Ch. 02 Sometimes, I think pregnancy has made me even more horny than I normally am. The name is Roseanne Tremblay-Armand, and I'm a young French Canadian woman living in the City of Gatineau, Quebec. I am happily married to a tall, handsome young Haitian man named Jean-Luc Armand. My husband recently graduated from Carleton University with an Accounting degree, and works as manager of a banking call center. Me? I'm still in my final year at the University of Quebec in downtown Hull. Life is alright these days. Pregnancy is changing my body but I am dealing. A lot of fuss is made over interracial relationships nowadays, especially in the province of Quebec. People seem to mind seeing Black men with White women, although I'm sure Black women with White guys sometimes have some uncomfortable moments. Personally, I don't give a fuck what people think. I like Black men, and have never hidden my fondness for them. I told my father Castor Tremblay as much, and he definitely knew better than to try to stop me. I'm tall, blonde, curvy and sinfully sexy, with a fiery temper. I live my life by my own rules, ladies and gentlemen. I have a few female friends who like to date minority guys, but many of them tend to act uncomfortable when they get the "hate stare" from White guys who disapprove of their dating choices. Damn shame if you ask me. I've seen lots of White guys with Chinese girlfriends, Hispanic girlfriends, Arab girlfriends and Black girlfriends, and most of them don't see anything hypocritical in their habit of passive-aggressively mistreating White women who choose to openly date outside their race. Bunch of insecure racist bozos if you ask me. My husband Jean-Luc Armand and I have a wonderful sex life, but I firmly believe there is always room for improvement. There's always something wild for us to try. I introduced my hubby to the realm of BDSM before we got hitched, and nowadays, Jean-Luc can't get enough of my dominating ways. I am quite sadistic, and I take great pleasure upon inflicting pain upon others in and out of the bedroom. I am a dominatrix through and true and make no apologies for it, ladies and gentlemen. Fortunately, I happen to be married to a man who loves that about me. I've dated a lot of Black guys and a few White guys. The one thing they all had in common was their inability to handle my dominant ways. Jean-Luc Armand can, and that's part of why I love him. To me, a man who can entrust his wife or girlfriend with the gift of his submission in the bedroom is a real man because he doesn't feel fear. Or at least, he overcomes his fear. That's my dear husband Jean-Luc Armand, ladies and gentlemen. The other day, I introduced Jean-Luc to the joys of bondage and fisting. I tied up my favorite big and tall Haitian stud, and lubricated his cute brown ass. Jean-Luc seemed worried as I worked him over, but I reassured my darling hubby that he was in good hands. My hands. I donned some gloves, and slowly began fingering Jean-Luc's ass. Oh, my hubby has a tight ass on him. I stroked Jean-Luc's dick while fingering his asshole, and marveled at his dick as it hardened. Stimulate a man's ass and it makes his dick hard. Male Anatomy 101, I guess. I managed to get three fingers into Jean-Luc's ass during that first attempt, and I was amazed at his patience and the trust he put in me. A lot of guys get squeamish when a woman starts to shove her hand up their asses. Is it me or are males overprotective of their holes? Guys the world over are always asking us ladies to let them fuck our buttholes, our pussies and our mouths. Often than not, we choose to accommodate them, and that's the reason why the human species continues to exist. If you ask me, they need to start returning the favor and learn to open up, pun intended. Let's see. I am training Jean-Luc's sweet ass to accommodate my fist, and it's a work in progress, to say the least. I enjoy pegging the hell out of Jean-Luc with my strap-on dildo, but I think it's time for his ass to take something bigger. I want to be able to get my whole hand in there. I once fisted a Jamaican guy named Steve, during my freshman year at the University of Quebec. I tied up the big island guy and lubricated his ass with cream, then got my plastic gloves on before inserting my entire fist into his ass. My husband Jean-Luc Armand and I are a sexually adventurous couple, and while my pregnancy has changed things between us in the bedroom, I think it's only changed them for the better. I brought a chastity device which I used on him the other day. I put it on Jean-Luc's dick and tormented him by inserting a butt plug into his ass. Then I bent over and shook my big White ass in front of Jean-Luc, which caused his dark dick to get hard. The harder Jean-Luc's dick got, the more pain he was in, thanks to the chastity device. That's right, folks. I am a cruel bitch, and I absolutely love it! I like to spank the hell out of Jean-Luc's sweet dark ass with those thick wooden paddles which I bought online from a BDSM website. My hubby Jean-Luc is a real screamer and I beat his ass until it's Black and blue. Sorry if I seem like a cruel bitch, folks, but my husband loves this about me. After punishing Jean-Luc's cute ass, I always reward my beloved husband and submissive with some good ole loving. Reward and punishment make for a sound marriage, folks. Last night, Jean-Luc really showed me what he was working with. My sexy Haitian stud has been getting in touch with his dominant side lately, and I secretly love it. Jean-Luc put me on all fours, and after eating my ass and fingering my wet pussy, my dear hubby lubricated my asshole and then pressed his dick against my backdoor. I absolutely love anal sex, both giving and receiving, and I totally loved what Jean-Luck did to me that night, folks. With a swift thrust Jean-Luc entered me, and I gasped as I felt his dick fill up my asshole. Jean-Luc gripped my wide hips tightly and began fucking my ass with deep, slow strokes. I cried, I moaned, and I absolutely loved it. When Jean-Luc came, flooding my asshole with his manly spunk, I screamed to high heaven, happy as can be. My big White ass was a bit sore after the butt fucking that my husband Jean-Luc laid on me, but I honestly felt like a million bucks. I smiled at Jean-Luc and kissed him. I was one happy camper! I, Roseanne Tremblay-Armand, am a French Canadian woman who is happily married to Jean-Luc Armand, a tall, dark and handsome Black male professional of Haitian descent. We are going to be parents soon. I am really excited about this. I used to be fairly cynical about relationships in general, but Jean-Luc's sweetness won me over. I am thankful for every moment that my dear hubby and I have in this world, folks. Goodnight.