Fatima Sayyid Of Vanier Ch 04

"Anal sex is considered strictly haram or forbidden in my religion but, my dear Raul, I cannot get enough of your dick in my ass," Fatima Sayyid said, smiling as she danced with Raul James. The tall, burly Haitian brother looked good and smelled even better, and he was driving the voluptuous Arabian beauty absolutely mad with desire.

Pressing her curvy backside against the young black man's groin, Fatima arched her back and began grinding her big bum against him. Raul James, like most men from the Caribbean, was an ass man through and true. And Fatima knew that he couldn't get enough of her big round butt. Hence why she was literally throwing it in his face...

"Indulge in what you crave and feel no shame for your desires, my dear," Raul James said, and he gripped Fatima's hips and began grinding against her. Inside the Honest Lawyer Bar, located in the By Ward Market near downtown Ottawa, a lot of people were staring at the seemingly mismatched pair.

A tall, curvy, fifty-something, attractive Arab woman wearing the Hijab and a tall, handsome and well-dressed young black man still in his twenties. Grinding on each other like there was no tomorrow. Definitely not the sort of couple that the bar was used to hosting, but who cares? That's life in the City of Ottawa, Ontario, for you. There really are all kinds around here...

"Hmmm, you're sweet-talking me," Fatima murmured, and she licked her lips, then turned to look at Raul. Tall, dark and handsome, with that easy confidence that seemed to be second nature to men from the Caribbean islands. Fatima remembered how Raul almost took her breath away, when they first met.

Of course, back then her brute of a husband, Salman Sayyid, was still alive. Newly widowed, Fatima Sayyid was enjoying life like it was no one's business. And if some malingering Arab males with their eternal jealousy felt butt-hurt about it? Too frigging bad! Fatima Sayyid had spent too many years being the dutiful wife to an uncaring husband, and she wanted to live the rest of her life by her own rules. Tradition be damned!

"Damn right I am," Raul countered, and he drew Fatima close, and then kissed her passionately. After their favorite song, "For Your Love," by the old-school artist Townsend, finished playing, the two of them returned to the bar. Amazed patrons watched as Fatima and Raul did shots of Bourbon, and then laughed as they exited the premises. Time to wrap this up...

"Let's do it here," Fatima said, giggling, as she grabbed Raul's arm and dragged him into a dark alley. There was a bunch of crates there, piled almost six feet high, and these obscured them from walkers-by. Raul kissed Fatima and caressed her breasts through her long-sleeved red silk shirt, and she cooed softly, and then began unzipping his pants. Out came Raul's dick, and it was long, thick and dark. Fatima caressed Raul's fuck stick, then smiled at him.

"Anything you want, Habibti," Raul said, and Fatima smiled, pleased that the Haitian stud remembered the few Arabic words of endearment she'd taught him. Kneeling before her dark prince, Fatima took Raul's dick into her mouth. Raul sighed happily as Fatima began sucking his dick. Fatima pinched his balls and licked his dick head, driving him absolutely nuts. Oh yeah, his sweetie definitely knew what he liked...

"Yum," Fatima said, as she tasted Raul's pre-cum, and he smiled and winked at her. In the dark, Fatima's lovely brown eyes shone with naughtiness. Raul suddenly wanted to taste her. Pulling Fatima to her feet, he kissed her once more, and caressed her breasts. Sitting up on the crates, Fatima yanked down her ankle-length, traditional Islamic skirt, and Raul grinned upon realizing that she was not wearing any panties.

"Oh my," Raul said, as he knelt before Fatima and brought his face close to her crotch. Inhaling the scent of her wet, hairy pussy, he smiled and nodded. Fatima smiled at him, nodding empathically. Raul slid a finger into her pussy, then added another. Just like that, he began eating her out and pleasuring her with his tongue and probing fingers. Fatima's moans echoed down the alley, but neither she nor Raul cared if anyone heard anything...

"Oh yes, lick it," Fatima cried out, a few moments later. On all fours behind the crates in the filthy dark alley, the Arab MILF moaned in pleasure as her lover Raul ate out her ass.

Working his fingers into her pussy, Raul slid his tongue deep into Fatima's asshole. The smell and taste of her asshole drove him nuts in a most wonderful way, and he continued to devour her booty hole. Until Fatima squealed, and then urged him to fuck her...

"That's what's up," Raul said, as he pulled a tube of Aveeno hand lotion from his jacket pocket, and smeared some lotion on his dick. He also applied some on Fatima's asshole. The curvy Arabian temptress giggled and shook her big ass at him, and Raul smiled and slapped her bum. Gently he pressed his dick against Fatima's butt hole, and then pushed it inside. A happy squeal escaped Fatima's lips as Raul's dick popped into her asshole. Let the fun really begin, Fatima thought, relaxing her butt muscles and welcoming Raul's fuck stick inside of her.

"Go for it, fuck my ass," Fatima cried out, and Raul was more than happy to oblige. The Haitian stud gripped her wide hips tightly as he began fucking her with gusto. Fatima's anal muscles clenched around his dick and began squeezing him nicely. Raul exhaled, loving what she was doing to him. Arab women got strong butt holes if Fatima is any indication, Raul thought naughtily. He continued to fuck her for a good while, until the merciless pressure of her ass on his dick proved to be too much, and he came...

"I love you, my nasty woman," Raul said, a few minutes later, as he and Fatima readjusted their clothes. Fatima grinned and kissed him passionately, then playfully slapped his butt. Hand in hand, they left the premises and began the long walk back to Vanier. It was a long weekend, the very first week of September, and although things were cooling a bit, it still felt nice out. Basking in each other's company, Fatima Sayyid and Raul James made their way home.

"I love you too, my nasty man," Fatima said to Raul, as they reached her townhouse in the Donald Street area of Vanier. They went in, and once inside, they hastily disrobed and began making love again. Soon, passionate moans, manly grunts and piercing feminine squeals echoed from the Sayyid household's master bedroom. Passion makes their world go around, and both of them were beyond caring what their neighbors or anyone else thought of their relationship. As it should be...