"Tell me that I am your goddess," budding dominatrix Jessica-Lynn Coleman (Jesslyn to her friends) said as she watched Stephen Blanchet kneel before her. Sitting on a throne-like chair in her loft located in downtown Ottawa, the curvy, long-haired and deliciously big-bottomed sister looked every bit like the African queen she was born to be. The big and tall, chocolate-skinned Haitian-American stud looked at her adoringly, and at once Jessica-Lynn felt both love and scorn for him. Over the years, their relationship had grown quite complex, to say the least.
Born in the environs of metropolitan Dartmouth, Nova Scotia, Jessica-Lynn Coleman came to the City of Ottawa, Ontario, to study Anthropology at Capital University. The young black woman descended from hardy African-Americans who crossed over the Canadian border in the 1860s in search of freedom and opportunity and settled in the province of Nova Scotia experienced a brand new world when she came to the Canadian Capital.
The City of Ottawa, Ontario, was full of people from places Jessica Lynn only heard of or read about. South Africa. Nigeria. Kenya. Ivory Coast. Somalia. The Republic of Haiti. Bangladesh. Mexico. Chechnya. Her new school, Capital University, was full of lively young people from all over the place, and one of them, a six-foot-tall, ruggedly handsome and ever-smirking, prickly Haitian guy raised in the City of Boston, Massachusetts, quite simply stole her heart.
"You've always been my goddess," Stephen said, and then he took Jessica-Lynn's lovely brown feet in his hands, and kissed each of her toes. Jessica-Lynn grinned, and watched as Stephen sucked her toes lovingly, taking his sweet time. Damn him, she told him she was a bit ticklish! Stephen flashed Jessica-Lynn that trademark smirk of his, and then began licking his way up from her toes up her legs, then paused before her thighs.
"Ask and you shall receive," Jessica-Lynn said, and the gorgeous, curvy Afro-Canadian beauty spread her chocolate thighs invitingly, exposing an obvious target. Stephen looked into Jessica Lynn's lovely, round face, and into those sparkly dark eyes of hers. Grinning, he gently kissed her sex, and then, without hesitation, buried his face between her legs.
"Love the way you smell and taste," Stephen paused to say, and Jessica-Lynn looked down at him and shot him a look. Without needing to be told, Stephen resumed what he was doing. How he loved the way his Afro-Canadian goddess tasted down below. No two women tasted alike down there, and Stephen was somewhat of a connoisseur of such things, having dated women from places like India, the Caribbean, Quebec and more. There are lovely women the world over, but to Stephen, there's nothing quite like a beautiful black woman.
"Less talking more licking," Jessica-Lynn said sharply, and she grabbed the back of Stephen's neck for emphasis. Stephen stuck his tongue into her pussy, teasing her clit while his agile fingers wormed their way into Jessica-Lynn's wetness. Jessica-Lynn moaned deeply, and leaned back on her throne-like chair, closing her eyes as Stephen worked his magic on her sweet spot.