7 comments/ 2331 views/ 0 favorites From Burkina Faso With Love Ch. 01 By: Samuelx You see me walking down the street, wearing my Hijab and long robe, and you make all kinds of erroneous assumptions about me. I am not oppressed, I am not a religious freak, I am not a terrorist. I am a Muslim woman, pure and simple. Get that through your head. I have the same thoughts, feelings and needs, whether physical, emotional or sexual ( yes, Muslim women like sex too ) that all women share. Do you get it? My name is Nadia Al-Masri and I'm a young Arab woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I was born in the City of Zinjibar, south-central Yemen, and raised in the Capital region of Canada. My parents Amal and Kader Al-Masri came to provincial Ontario, Canada, in the early 1990s while fleeing political persecution back home. I consider myself the daughter of two worlds, of Canada, the supposedly liberal and tolerant multicultural nation that welcomes all, and of Yemen, a truly mysterious and forbidden yet beautiful land. One fraught with danger, socio-religious strife and intrigue. It's not always easy to face the challenges of life in Canada as a Muslim woman. I face a lot of obstacles and I've experienced my share of hardship, but I refuse to break. As I walk through the Rideau Shopping Center, just another young woman doing some shopping in the Capital's busiest mall, I feel people looking at me. Hijabis like myself are a common sight in Ottawa. You can't walk through a mall, a government building, or a school in the City of Ottawa without seeing girls and women like myself. Proud Muslim sisters with our headscarves. The world hates Muslims but we're not giving up in the face of hate, nor are we about to shrink before adversity. If anything, the more anti-Islamic sentiment there is, the more Islam grows. I smiled to myself as I watched a certain British politician who once hated Muslims as he embraced Islam and repented of his wicked ways. Insha'Allah, one day, my faith will dominate this world. You who hate us, know that there is absolutely nothing you can do about it. I finish shopping at Rideau, and catch the number four bus heading to Carleton University from downtown Ottawa. I'm a civil engineering student, wrapping up my third year. It's an exciting time for me for many reasons. I am close to graduating in my program, which is always cause for celebration. The other reason is much more personal. I have recently found love, and I now know that this wonderful young man whom I met seemingly at random is the person I am destined to marry. I met Aziz Kalenzaga while walking through the Carleton University Center two years ago. The tall, well-dressed and smiling young Burkinabe gentleman approached me and asked me if I knew where the administrative offices were. I looked at this handsome African brother, smiled and told him that I was headed there myself. Truth be told? I didn't have any business being in the Tory Building but I wanted to help a brother out, as it were. Our campus is huge, the size of a small town, and it's easy to get lost. I remember getting lost a lot during freshman year and I thought that this school was full of mean people who didn't care to stop and help a sister in need. Well, now that I'm in my junior year, I know the place like the back of my hand and considered it my pleasure to help a wayward soul like this handsome young man. The African brother thanked me profusely, and said that he had to register for some courses. We talked a bit on the way there, and I actually told him my name. Smiling, the brother introduced himself as Aziz, and we shook hands. Yes, I am that Hijabi sister who sometimes shakes hands. This surprised me because, well, I am very shy and nervous around men whom I don't know. I'm five-foot-four, and weigh one hundred and eleven pounds. Look up waif in the dictionary and you might find a picture of me. I once had a scary experience in an elevator in Calgary. I was staying with my aunt Amina and when I took the elevator in her building one night, one drunken older white dude tried to grab me. I screamed like a banshee and dashed out of the elevator the moment it reached my floor. Later, my aunt Amina called the cops but they never caught the guy. Indeed, he wasn't even a tenant in the building and the management told us they had no idea how in hell he got in. Well, this experience left me terrified of strange males. For some reason, I didn't feel nervous around Aziz the friendly brother from Burkina Faso, even though he was six-foot-three, burly and tough-looking. When we reached the Tory Building, he thanked me and wished me a good day, then he made his way to the admin offices. I stood there for a moment and watched Aziz go. I remember thinking to myself that the tall West African brother certainly has a cute butt. My own thoughts surprised me, for I was very much a good Muslim sister who is chaste and pious. Chaste and pious Muslim sisters have been known to notice tall, fine brothers with cute butts. We're human, hello! The next time I ran into Aziz Kalenzaga, I was walking around the campus library. I saw the brother sitting at a computer, busily typing up an essay. My heart skipped a beat when I saw him. Clad in a blue silk shirt, black silk pants and shiny black shoes, Aziz looked really good. I am very shy around guys, as I said before, but something made get over my shy gal routine and approach him. Something very out of the ordinary for me, let me tell you. As it had been a few weeks since our first meeting, I was worried Aziz might have forgotten about me but the cheerful West African brother greeted me happily. I smiled and shook Aziz's hand, and he asked me if I knew anything about Western Literature. As a mathematics major, literature wasn't Aziz's forte. I'm a civil engineer and I'm a numbers gal, not an essayist, but I tried my best to help Aziz. I simply can't resist a cute guy who begs. Don't judge me! Not sure what good I did Aziz by helping him out with the essay, but we ended up bonding that day. I added him on my Facebook, and we became friends. The next time I saw Aziz, he invited me to grab a bite with him at Rooster's, a small restaurant on campus, and I hastily agreed. Anything to get to know this tall, cute brother with the easy smile and razor-sharp sense of style. That's how it all began, ladies and gentlemen. The relationship destined to change my life. A lot of my female friends say that their men have trouble opening up to them. Aziz wasn't like that, at least not with me. Nope, the fine West African brother seemed real comfortable around his Yemeni sweetness, as he calls me. Makes me shudder with pleasure every time Aziz calls me that. Aziz has a way with words, what can I say? Born in the City of Boromo, Burkina Faso, and raised in the City of Boston, Massachusetts, Aziz was something else. A West African-born and American-bred international student and newcomer to Canada. Talk about a rarity, eh? I loved hearing Aziz talk about his life in America, and he spoke lovingly of West Africa. The brother was a good listener, and he's the only one outside of my family whom I told about the elevator incident. When I sat Aziz down and told him about that traumatic incident, he listened carefully. I saw empathy on his dark, handsome face, rather than fake sympathy, when I finished my sad little tale. Aziz looked at me and then, he gently took my hands in his. Looking me in the eyes, Aziz told me that any man who ever laid a hand on me against my wishes would have it cut off by him. I smiled at Aziz, and then, suddenly, our faces drew closer. Aziz and I smiled at each other, and then he kissed me. Aziz and I shared our first kiss at our favorite table near the window, inside Rooster's Café at Carleton University. I, a Hijab-wearing, pious Muslim sister from Yemen kissed a tall, tough brother from West Africa. And I loved it! Aziz and I fell in love with each other shortly after that. We knew that we would face a lot of hardship. The Muslim world is a racially diverse realm, but you seldom see Arab sisters with African husbands. When I told my parents about Aziz and I, as you can imagine, they weren't thrilled. Never mind that my cousin Yousef married Zahra, a pretty lady of Somali descent. They live together in the City of Toronto, Ontario, with their daughter, little Mona. I called my parents and family out on their hypocrisy. The fact that it's okay for Arab Muslim men to marry African Muslim women but it's all but forbidden for African Muslim men to marry Arab Muslim women, that's the ultimate double standard! My parents were stunned by this, for I have always been the docile and compliant, pious Muslim daughter. The one who never rebelled against my parents wishes, or the rules of the Yemeni Canadian Muslim community. Well, it's time I took a stand. I, Nadia Al-Masri, am a proud Arab Muslim sister from Yemen. And I have chosen Aziz Kalenzaga, a West African Muslim brother, as my future husband and the father of any offspring I might one day have. It's my life, and I will fight for my right to live and love. If I die in the process, so be it. It's Aziz and I against the world. Wish us luck. From Burkina Faso With Love Ch. 02 As Salam Alaikum, dear reader. The name is Aziz Kalenzaga, and I'm a young black Muslim man of Burkinabe descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I'm studying mathematics at Carleton University. I was born in Burkina Faso and raised in the City of Boston, Massachusetts. These days, I'm a U.S. citizen via naturalization. I came to Canada to study for a couple of years, but I'm seriously considering staying longer because of my sweetheart, Nadia Al-Masri. I met the short, Hijab-wearing, bronze-skinned and dark-haired Arab cutie while walking through the Carleton University campus. The place was bigger than I thought, and since I was new at the time, I got lost often. Ottawa is full of passive-aggressive bozos who love to see a foreigner like myself getting lost. Even if they know exactly what you're looking for, they smile politely and tell you that they don't know. Canadians aren't the uber-friendly folks that much of the world thinks they are. They are mean and they honestly kind of suck, to tell you the truth. If you're a person of color and you're intelligent and ambitious, and you also happen to be educated, know that white Canadians will hate and fear you. Under no circumstances are you to ever trust these fake-smiling, passive-aggressive obstructionists, saboteurs and liars. You've been warned. Wandering through the vast campus, I was hopelessly lost. I was looking for a certain administrative building so I can register for courses, and the only person at school who stopped to help me was Nadia Al-Masri. The short Arab chick with the shy smile and surprisingly thick derriere not only stopped to help me but she walked me to the place where I needed to go. Thanks to Nadia, I was able to register before the deadline and get all the courses that I needed. I thank my lucky stars that I met her. I couldn't stop thinking about Nadia, the cute Yemeni Arab chick, but I didn't hold out much hope. Carleton is a fairly big campus, and you can go weeks without seeing some people. Also, I know what the Arabs are like. Sure, plenty of them are friendly but they are fiercely protective of their women, while their men go have anybody else's women. That's their policy. Even after living in America for half my life, and becoming a U.S. citizen I haven't forgotten about the state of racial relations in the Islamic world. I was raised Muslim, like more than half the people of West Africa. In Islam, we're supposed to be one Ummah, or community, according to the sacred words of the Prophet Mohammed, peace be upon him. Muslims of any color are supposed to treat each other as brother and sister. Doesn't matter if you're from Ghana, Saudi Arabia, Pakistan, Nigeria, Yemen, Indonesia, or whatever. There is only one Islam. If you are a true Muslim, know that there is only one book of important, the Holy Koran, and one Prophet of important, Mohammed the bringer of peace. Muslims of all hues are your siblings, your brethren, your people. There's not supposed to be any separation between us, that's what the Prophet wanted. Well, today's Muslims aren't like that. Wherever you go among the Ummah, there's something of a strong dislike for people of African descent, and it disgusts the hell out of me. I think that's part of the reason why I stopped going to the Masjid while living in the United States of America. It had nothing to do with the dislike that many Americans had come to feel for Islam after the events of September 11, 2001. It had everything to do with the racism I experienced in the Muslim community. Why go where you're not wanted? I believe in the Koran, and I respect the teachings of the Prophet Mohammed. I can't stand the lies and bigotry of my fellow Muslims, so I pray alone, and avoid the bulk of the Ummah. If that makes me an oddball, then so be it. When I came to the City of Ottawa, I was thoroughly disgusted with the passive-aggressive racism of white Canadians. They smile to your face while hating you for your skin color, or your religion, or your cultural ways. I don't trust any of them as far as I can throw them. I saw the world as a cruel, wicked place full of bigots. I had almost given up hope on meeting decent people, until I met Nadia Al-Masri. The short Arab chick helped me out that day, and I was thankful for her help. I didn't hold out much hope of ever seeing her again...until Nadia approached me while I was in the Carleton University library, trying to crank out an essay. I'm a mathematician, a numbers man, not the type to write literature. I was hopelessly lost, and Nadia proved to be heaven-sent, in more ways than one. Thanks to Nadia, I finished the essay and then submitted it to the professor via email. While working on the paper together, I got Nadia's number and Facebook, and that's how it all began. Even now, I can't help but smile whenever I think of Nadia Al-Masri and I sharing our first kiss at Rooster's Café on campus, one fine November afternoon. Hand in hand, we walked out, smiling like a pair of brats. And what a pair we made! A tall, dark-skinned Muslim brother from West Africa and a short, cute Yemeni Arab chick in a Hijab. People stare at Nadia and I everywhere we go, especially by our fellow Muslims, but we don't care. As far as Nadia Al-Masri and I are concerned, we're practicing true Islam by loving each other without letting the boundaries of skin color and cultural difference get in the way. I'm a West African man, a proud Muslim, a naturalized U.S. citizen and a good man. Someday soon I'll have my degree from Carleton University. When that happens, I'll either go back to Boston, Massachusetts, or stay in Ottawa, Ontario, with my beloved Nadia. I'll cross that bridge when I get there. Peace be upon you. From Burkina Faso With Love Ch. 03 Nadia Al-Masri smiled to herself and licked her lips as her sinfully sexy West African lover, Aziz Kalenzaga, gently spread her slender thighs and inhaled the womanly fragrance of her pussy. The young Yemeni Arab woman held her breath, and then relaxed as Aziz smiled at her before he began eating her pussy with gusto. All the tension that Nadia had been feeling melted away like ice in the sun. At last, the young woman relaxed and began enjoying herself. The wait is over, Nadia Al-Masri thought happily as Aziz worked his magic on her. Sticking his tongue into her cunt while worming his way inside her womanly portal with his wicked tongue, the West African stud sent thrills of pleasure shooting through Nadia. The young woman shuddered in pleasure as Aziz teased her cunt, causing her to squirm and moan his name. Nadia's breath came out in ragged puffs as the young woman experienced pleasures that she scarcely dared imagine, thanks to her ardent lover. Aziz paused to look into Nadia's lovely face and asked her if she was alright. Nadia nodded vigorously, urging Aziz to continue. Grinning, Aziz resumed licking Nadia's pussy. Flicking his tongue over the hood of Nadia's cunt, Aziz watched as the young woman's eyes widened in shock, and he stuck two fingers in her pussy. A wicked idea shot through Aziz Kalenzaga's brain like an arrow. Looking at Nadia Al-Masri, he asked her to trust him as he showed her something new. The young Arab woman nodded most eagerly, and the West African stud smiled a smile a shark would recognize. At last, Aziz's ultimate fantasy was about to come true, all thanks to the willingness and trust of the young woman he cherished above all others. Nadia Al-Masri's heart skipped a beat when Aziz looked at her adoringly, and then asked her to do him the honor of sitting on his face. Grinning shyly, Nadia nodded and then happily obliged Aziz Kalenzaga, the west African stud who stole her heart, by sitting on his face. Straddling Aziz's handsome face, Nadia rested her ample derriere on his visage and made herself at home, smothering him with her booty. Aziz smiled as Nadia sat on his face, and then busied himself licking her hairy cunt while fingering her butt hole. Nadia gasped at the twin intrusions of Aziz's tongue in her pussy and his fingers in her asshole. Shocked pleasured coursed through her, and the young woman sighed happily. At long last, Nadia Al-Masri, the chaste and pious, Hijab-wearing Muslim sister from Yemen was experiencing sexual pleasure thanks to Aziz, the man she loved. For ages, Nadia Al-Masri had lived a cloistered life with her family in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Going to her civil engineering classes at Carleton University, attending the weekly meetings of the Muslim Scholars Association, and heading to Masjid every Jummah, like a good Muslim sister was supposed to do. That was Nadia's whole world, and she barely dared to dream of romance, for she considered such a thing truly beyond her grasp. Along came Aziz Kalenzaga, the tall Muslim brother from West Africa, and he set Nadia Al-Masri's world on fire. With him by her side, Nadia felt truly invincible and free for the first time in her twenty one years upon this earth. Whenever Aziz looked into her eyes, Nadia felt the unknown twin sensations of lust and love, anticipation and dread, all at once. The spark of desire within her was kindled every time, and Nadia couldn't get enough of the gorgeous, masculine stud known as Aziz. That's why, after a few months of courtship, Nadia Al-Masri decided that she was ready to give herself to Aziz Kalenzaga, in every way. They were coming from the movies when Nadia looked Aziz in the eyes and told him that she was ready. Smiling, Aziz pulled her into his arms and kissed her passionately, and then they boarded the bus and headed back to his off-campus apartment on Bronson Avenue, not far from campus. Aziz took Nadia home, and laid her on his king-sized bed, and then he undressed her and made the shy, nerdy young Arab woman feel like a goddess. For Aziz proceeded to tenderly kiss and lick every inch of Nadia, setting her ablaze with his every touch. When he kissed and fondled her breasts, Nadia moaned. And when Aziz sucked on her tits while fingering her pussy, Nadia screamed his name loud enough to wake the dead. Aziz smiled to himself as he continued kissing, licking and probing Nadia. The slender yet delightfully curvy young Arab woman was hotter than he'd dared imagine, and once he got her into bed, Nadia definitely let her freak flag fly. Aziz sniffed her cunt and licked it while fingering her butt hole. Feeling inspired, Aziz flipped Nadia on her belly, told her to stick her big Yemeni ass in the air and then began licking her ass. Nadia was inexperienced but quite eager to play, and Aziz definitely liked that in a woman. Grinning, Aziz spread Nadia's plump ass cheeks wide open and began licking her asshole. Nadia giggled softly as Aziz feasted on her asshole. For ages Aziz dreamed of licking Arab female booty, and now, thanks to his wonderful lady love Nadia Al-Masri, his ultimate fantasy was coming true. Happily Aziz licked and sucked on Nadia's butt hole and the young woman squealed in delight, for she loved every second of his most unexpected pleasure. Much later, Nadia found herself on her back, legs in the air, as Aziz finally got ready to fuck her. Taking her small hand in his, Aziz kissed her, and then rubbed his long and thick, dark dick against her hairy mound. Nadia held her breath. The moment of truth had come, and Nadia's hesitation returned. Looking into Aziz's eyes, she saw love there, mixed with primal lust. Speaking softly, Aziz told her to relax and Nadia nodded. Grinning, Aziz pushed his dick into Nadia's cunt, and just like that, the gorgeous Yemeni pixie was a virgin no more. Nadia slowly let out the breath that she hadn't even realized she'd been holding as Aziz entered her. The young Arab woman felt a slight pain as her gorgeous West African lover penetrated her, but it quickly vanished. Aziz Kalenzaga pulled Nadia Al-Masri into his strong, manly arms and kissed her, and she lovingly wrapped her arms around her lover's torso as he made love to her. Passionately the two of them went at it. Nadia screamed passionately as Aziz took her to the edge, and beyond. Straddling Aziz, Nadia rode him hard, as the repressed young Muslim woman unleashed years of pent-up frustration and passion all at once. Hard and fast Aziz slammed into Nadia, barely able to match the young woman's furious passion. Aziz pounded away at her, loving the feel of her soft tits against his chest. He kissed her lips and her neck, and even smacked that nice round ass of hers as he fucked her. At some point, Aziz took Nadia on all fours, face down and ass up. Nadia laughed as Aziz smacked her ass, and pulled on her long, lustrous black hair, which was freed from her Hijab for a change, as he fucked her like this. The young woman screamed passionately as she got fucked on all fours, loving the primal nature of it. The two of them went at it until exhaustion claimed them, many hours later. Aziz Kalenzaga gently pulled Nadia Al-Masri closer, and kissed her on the forehead. Moments later, the tall, burly West African stud was fast asleep. Nadia looked at Aziz as he slept in her arms, and rested her head against his massive, hairy chest. In the dark, the young Yemeni Arab woman smiled contentedly. At long last, she'd finally had sex! Happy as can be, Nadia went to sleep at last. This was one of the best nights of her life, all thanks to her beloved Aziz. From Burkina Faso With Love Ch. 04 Nadia Al-Masri smiled to herself and stretched luxuriously on the king-sized bed, and looked at the sleeping form of her lover, Aziz Kalenzaga. The tall, sinfully sexy, gorgeously dark-skinned West African stud looked good enough to eat. Aziz moved in his sleep but did not wake up. Nadia smiled, pleased that her brand of lovemaking wore out this magnificent man. The young Yemeni-Canadian Muslim woman got up, and looked for her bra and panties, which lay strewn about in opposite sides of the bedroom. Nadia grabbed her panties and put them on, along with the long-sleeved green T-shirt she had on the previous night, when she and Aziz went to the Silver City movie theater in the east end. What a wonderful night, Nadia thought, as she headed for the washroom. The young woman sat down, did her business, and then stepped into the shower, after tossing her panties and bra on the floor. Standing under the warm water, Nadia couldn't stop giggling even as she cleansed herself with soap. Last night was magical, and at last, Nadia was a virgin no more. Looking outside the window of Aziz's seventh-floor apartment, Nadia Al-Masri looked at the City of Ottawa, Ontario, which sprawled in every direction. The Capital of Canada was growing, and it was mostly because of people like her and Aziz. Immigrants from the continent of Africa, the Arab world, Latin America and Asia were solely represented for Canada's demographic growth. White Canadians essentially stopped reproducing for some reason. Not a bad thing as far as Nadia Al-Masri was concerned. Growing up as a bronze-skinned, dark-eyed and dark-haired gal in a formerly lily-white town wasn't easy. Nadia grew up getting teased by the white students at school because of her skin color and the fact that she spoke English and French with a thick Arabic accent, at least in those early days. In those early days, in an effort to blend in, Nadia Al-Masri didn't wear the Hijab at school. Until her senior year of high school, when Nadia decided to stop trying to fit into white Canada and instead embraced the Islamic faith and Arabian culture in which she was born. From that moment on, Nadia never went anywhere without her Hijab. Nadia finished her shower, and then put her clothes back on. The long-sleeved green T-shirt and long black skirt were ruffled, but Nadia didn't care. Her bra and panties were too filthy to put back on, so she rolled them up and tossed them into her purse. Nadia put her Hijab back on. The young woman smiled then used some of Aziz's axe deodorant body spray on herself and smiled, for Nadia smelled like him in more ways than one. The young woman was still smiling when she suddenly felt a pair of strong, manly arms wrap themselves around her. Nadia shrieked, and Aziz laughed, then kissed her on the cheek. Nadia smiled and turned around, then took Aziz's dark, handsome face into her hands and looked into his eyes. The tall West African stud looked hot, even first thing in the morning, fresh out of bed. Impulsively, Nadia Al-Masri stood on her tippy toes and kissed Aziz Kalenzaga on the lips. Aziz returned her kiss passionately, and then grabbed her big butt cheeks and gave them a firm squeeze. Nadia laughed and then her hands went from Aziz's waist to his crotch. The young woman looked down and saw Aziz's erect member, and stroked it affectionately. Aziz smiled at Nadia, and nodded gently without saying anything. Nadia's heart skipped a beat. Was Aziz suggesting that she do...that? Once again, Aziz nodded but said nothing. Hesitantly, Nadia got on her knees, and tentatively brought her lips to Aziz's dick. Aziz's long and thick dick stared at her like a dark, menacing dick. Taking a deep breath, Nadia Al-Masri took Aziz Kalenzaga's dick into her mouth. Aziz sighed as Nadia took his dick into her mouth. The sight of this short, cute, Hijab-wearing Arab sister on her knees, sucking him off, thrilled Aziz like nothing else on the planet Earth. Nadia gently stroked Aziz's dick while sucking him, and Aziz almost cried with happiness when she began doing it with gusto. Aziz groaned sharply when Nadia kind of crazed his dick while sucking him, and he begged her to stop. Aziz Kalenzaga smiled at Nadia Al-Masri and patiently explained to her what she needed to do, and Nadia nodded eagerly and resumed sucking his dick. Nadia looked at Aziz and was pleased to see his handsome face relaxing as she worked him over. Nadia had never even touched a penis before she met Aziz, and now she was sucking his dick. At last, Nadia was satisfying her curiosity. Aziz tasted absolutely wonderful! Nadia Al-Masri continued sucking Aziz Kalenzaga's long and thick, wonderfully dark dick, inhaling the musky scent of his manhood so close to her face. Aziz cooed softly and gently rubbed his hand over her Hijab-covered head, and all of a sudden, he cried out. Moments later, Aziz came, and when he did, Nadia surprised him ( and herself ) by not only tasting his manly cum, but also by swallowing it. Aziz looked at Nadia, and shook his head, amazed as the cute Yemeni Hijabi drank his cum like her life depended on it. The West African stud never thought he'd live to see the day when a Hijab-wearing Muslim chick from the Arabian world would suck his big black dick. Smiling, Aziz grabbed Nadia, pulled her to her feet, and then kissed her on the lips, tasting herself in the process. Nadia Al-Masri smiled at Aziz Kalenzaga as he pulled her into his arms. Gently, Aziz kissed her on the forehead. The two of them spent the rest of the day together. They went to the Saint Laurent Mall, did some shopping, ate some delicious Chinese food, and then went to the movies. Hand in hand, smiling at each other, content just to be with each other, Nadia and Aziz went about their day. Just like any other couple. From Burkina Faso With Love Ch. 05 Sitting in the living room of her boyfriend Aziz's apartment, Nadia Al-Masri smiled to herself as she looked at the contents of her man's computer. The fool actually left everything open before he went to his afternoon classes at Carleton University. Apparently, Aziz Kalenzaga, the tall, dark-skinned and macho West African stud who stole the young Yemeni-Canadian Muslim woman's heart was into porn, the type of which absolutely stunned her. Never in a million years would Nadia have suspected that Aziz was into what's called "femdom" porn. The tall, masculine West African stud had a body to die for and a long and thick black dick that Nadia was always delighted to suck and ride in a variety of ways. From the first time they made love after coming home from the movies, Nadia had become addicted to Aziz. The handsome chocolate stud stole her heart, and Nadia was determined to keep him at any cost. Aziz was friendly, easygoing, generous, and oh-so charming. He always took Nadia out someplace nice, keeping her entertained with movie and restaurant outings, and lately, concerts such as Blues Fest at Lebreton Flats. Aziz was an amazing guy, and Nadia considered herself lucky to have him in her life. In the City of Ottawa, Ontario, quality men were rare and Aziz was definitely one of a kind. What other man would have given his woman the key to his place mere months after they started a relationship? Aziz stunned Nadia when he gave her the keys to his apartment, one afternoon as they dined on some delicious Shawarma sandwiches at the Shawarma King restaurant on Rideau Street. Smiling, Nadia took the keys from Aziz and thanked him from the bottom of her heart. Even though this was her first relationship, Nadia felt like she could truly trust Aziz. The handsome young man born in Burkina Faso and raised in the City of Boston, Massachusetts, was one of the most open and honest people that Nadia had ever met. Aziz kept no secrets from her, or so Nadia thought until very, very recently. Nadia Al-Masri came to her boyfriend Aziz's place with the intention of surprising him. The young woman rode up the elevator in Aziz's Bronson Avenue apartment building, clad in a bright red, long-sleeved T-shirt featuring Arab-Canadian artist Julie Nesrallah, and the type of ultra-tight, shiny black Yoga pants and thigh-high black leather boots that she knew drove Aziz absolutely nuts. Nadia came to Aziz's place to surprise him, but she's the one who got surprised. Nadia watched the bookmarked video titled "Sandra Romain versus Secret Agent" again, and felt a wetness begin between her legs. Once Nadia got over her initial shock, she had to admit that the female domination/male submission porn video was pretty hot. Watching the bossy brunette fuck the hell out of the skinny black guy with her strap-on dildo turned her on in ways that Nadia hadn't dared imagine. In the porn video, a pretty, dark-haired and dark-eyed, bronze-skinned woman who looked Mediterranean or even Arabian, dominated the hell out of a tall and slim, dark-skinned African-American male submissive. First, the brunette dominatrix spanked and whipped her sub, and then fucked the hell out of him with a strap-on dildo, after suspending him from the ceiling and making him suck it, of course. Without even realizing it, Nadia's hand slipped into her Yoga pants, her fingers slid under her panties and she began fingering her pussy. Watching the video, Nadia licked her lips in appreciation as the dominant porn star known to the world as Sandra Romain fucked the living daylights out of her masked black male submissive, the aptly named Secret Agent. As Nadia Al-Masri watched the porn scene unfold, a wicked idea sprang into the Hijab-wearing, pious and proper young Yemeni-Canadian Muslim woman's lustful mind. Closing her eyes, Nadia visualized herself acting out such a scene with her lover Aziz. In her mind, Nadia dominated the hell out of Aziz. The chocolate stud knelt before Fantasyland-Nadia, his supreme dominant goddess, and kissed her feet adoringly. Grinning, Fantasyland-Nadia ordered her sexy West African submissive, the tall and hunky Aziz, to lick her pussy. Obediently, Aziz did as he was told, and proceeded to lick Nadia's sweet pussy like his life depended on it. Nadia fingered her already wet pussy furiously, and visualized Aziz's fingers and tongue probing her instead. The young woman masturbated furiously, and turned the volume higher on the laptop, for the erotic sounds made by mistress and sub on the porn video really, really turned Nadia on. The video took a really hot turn when Sandra Roman grabbed Secret Agent's big black dick and thrust the strap-on dildo deep into his ass while he was suspended from the ceiling. Clad in a blue bra and matching panties, cracking the whip and wielding her strap-on dildo as thought she was born with it, Sandra Romain really went all out as a dominatrix and the submissive black male she fucked seemed to have no complaints. One day, Nadia silently swore, she would fuck Aziz the same way. The thought of bending over her taller, stronger boyfriend and dominating him in the bedroom thrilled Nadia in ways that the young Muslim woman couldn't explain. The video was drawing to a close when Nadia Al-Masri's eyes widened in shock, and she shuddered violently as she came. That slow trickle which Nadia Al-Masri felt deep inside grew until it drove her absolutely nuts, and then, just when she thought she could take it no more, something magical happened. With a shocked little gasp, Nadia found herself screaming in orgasmic delight. Not the first time the young woman came, but it was definitely the first time she did so while watching porn. Violently, Nadia's entire body trembled. A few moments later, Nadia Al-Masri calmed down, and then readjusted her clothes and, feeling frustrated that Aziz hadn't come yet, she went to his bed and slept. A few hours later, Nadia was awakened by the sound of whistling and water falling. The curious young woman got up, and went to the nearby washroom. What Nadia saw there amazed her. Standing in the shower, her sinfully sexy lover, Aziz Kalenzaga, was singing while the water cascaded off his tall, muscular and gorgeously dark-skinned body. Lust sparked through Nadia Al-Masri like a missile, and the young Arab woman silently undressed, then went to knock on Aziz's shower door. The West African stud nearly jumped out of his skin as a naked and very horny Nadia asked him if she could join him. What do you think Aziz's response was?