I love the taste of Arab pussy in the morning, I thought to myself as I spread my sweetie Safiya Mahmoud's thick, sexy legs and inhaled her cunt's sharp scent. Eagerly I buried my face between her legs, and began eating her pussy like a hungry man. The bed shook as Safiya moaned and groaned while I pleasured her.
"Slow down, Yousef, no need to rush," Safiya said, giggling while gently raking her fingers through my hair. I paused, looked up at her and smiled, then resumed what I was doing. A lot of dudes don't like going down on a female, they just want to stick their thing in. I'm not one of these pathetic excuses for men. I'm a passionate brother who gets the job done.
"You got it babe," I said to Safiya, as I teased her clitoris with my tongue while sliding my fingers into her pussy. In my twenty seven years upon this earth, I've been with quite a few ladies. Somali, Irish-Canadian, Persian, and even Hindu, I've had them all, you might say. There's something hot and intimate about burying one's face in a woman's portal, and tasting her sweet essence. I discovered this pleasure almost a decade ago, and I am quietly addicted to it.
Licking her lips, Safiya looked at me, a look of wanton lust in her golden brown eyes. From the moment I first laid eyes on Safiya, while attending a meeting of the Muslim Scholars Association I knew she was a freak. Tall and curvy, bronze-skinned and dark-eyed, her womanly curves hidden from view by a traditional long skirt, her lovely face framed by a Hijab, Safiya Mahmoud seemed the very picture of Islamic feminine modesty and purity. An experienced wolf like me definitely knew better, though.
That's why I went after Safiya Mahmoud with a passion. Our school, Carleton University, is one of the most racially diverse institutions of higher education in all of Canada. You see a lot of interracial couples. Black guys with white chicks and white guys with Asian chicks are the most common. Lately, I've seen a lot of black chicks with white guys and Arab guys with women of all colors. One thing I've seldom seen in this multicultural mosaic? An Arab woman with a man of African descent.
I've lost count of how many times I've seen Arab guys walking around Ottawa with black women. Seriously, they've got a fondness for the chocolate booty. Doesn't bother me one bit since I don't discriminate when it comes to female flesh, and the gorgeous, yet seemingly out-of-reach Arab ladies seemed just another tasty dish for this connoisseur to sample.
I approached Safiya and introduced myself after the meeting, and that's how it all began. We added each other on Facebook, and it wasn't long before Safiya and I were talking on the phone all the time, and meeting each other for coffee, and sometimes movies. I took my sweet time with her. Safiya is a wounded gal, you see. Starting over in a new country, at the age of thirty one, on her own. That can't be happy. Her former husband, Anwar Mahmoud, was a creep and a control freak. Safiya divorced him shortly after they moved to Ottawa, Ontario, from their hometown of Desouk, Egypt.
