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“Rahim, what kind of man, Muslim no less, wants his female to fuck him with a strap-on dildo?” Hawa Abdirashid, my beloved fiancée, asked sternly, hands on her hips. I lay on our bed, in our cushy townhouse in the west end of Denver, and looked at the six-foot-tall, curvy, simply gorgeous young Somali-American Muslim woman with whom I’d shared two tumultuous yet passionate years, and sighed deeply. Indeed, I’ve asked myself the very same question. What kind of man do my unusual desires and twisted fetishes make me?

“A very kinky one, my dear,” I replied, and Hawa’s golden brown eyes narrowed, and I knew I’d better explain myself while I still could. My name is Rahim Kader, and I’m a thirty-year-old financial analyst living in the City of Denver, Colorado. I was born in the City of Brockton, Massachusetts, to a Somali Muslim immigrant father and a white American mother. Wasn’t easy growing up mixed-race and Muslim in New England, I tell you, but I got through it.

I struck a balance between my Islamic faith and who I am as a person in my private life. Fortunately for me, I found a woman who understood…mostly. I met Hawa Abdirashid while attending an Islamic community event in Denver, and we really hit it off. When I first laid eyes on the tall, curvy, Hijab-wearing sister clad in the Bob Marley T-shirt and tight blue jeans, I knew I had to have her. When Hawa’s eyes met mine, I knew that underneath it all, she was like me. A freak in disguise. Birds of a feather and all that, eh?

If there’s one thing I don’t like, it’s identity politics. My father Sheikh Kader is black and my mother Connie Walden-Kader is white. I am a person of color and I am a Muslim. Don’t ask me if I prefer to be called black, mixed, mulatto or biracial. Don’t ask me if I identify more with my black side or my white side. Also, don’t point out mixed-race celebrities like Vin Diesel or The Rock and ask me what I think of them. And last but not least? Don’t ask me what I think of random incidents in the news that involve Muslims. Thanks.

The reason for that? I don’t know them. Why would anyone ask anyone what they think of the actions of a perfect stranger? Whatever. I’m only a man and I put my pants on one leg at a time, just like you. I swear, liberal Massachusetts is a lot more race-obsessed than most people realize. Got myself an MBA from Suffolk University, then moved to the western United States. At least in redneck country, people don’t bullshit you and you know where you stand.

I’ve often been told that I seem the picture of respectability. It’s not easy even for a highly educated and ambitious Muslim brother in the Midwest, but I’ve made my mark on Denver. I work for Dalton Enterprises, a financial services company that deals with everyone from bankers to real illegal bahis estate moguls. I’m six-foot-two, lean and athletic, and I work out a lot. I stay sharp and I look good in a suit. I can charm your pants off. Small wonder I make six figures in a very cutthroat business environment. The question is, can I persuade my rather conservative girlfriend Hawa to try new things?

“Well, come on, mofo, I don’t have all day, so fess up,” Hawa said, and I smiled, and then, calmly and carefully, and I must have done a good job of it, I think. That night, Hawa and I not only opened up to each other like never before, but we also had passionate sex the likes of which most guys can only dream of. Seriously, I thought I had sexual secrets, turns out, Hawa had quite a few of her own.

“Um, well, Hawa, my dearest lady love, sometimes, I want to be dominated, by you,” I said, and I took a deep breath and looked into my lady’s eyes. What’s going on behind those golden brown orbs, I wonder. Hawa licked those full, succulent lips of hers and looked at me, a wicked smile spreading across her exquisite features. Guess the lady likes what she’s hearing. Good to know.

“You know I actually like the freaky stuff, eh?” I asked Hawa and she nodded eagerly. Grinning, I spread her plump ass cheeks and began munching on her sweaty butt hole. I love eating pussy, but eating black female booty is something I truly can get into. I have a thing for tall, dark-skinned gals with curves and booty. Hawa never let me anywhere near her ass in the bedroom, but tonight was definitely one for firsts, in more ways than one.

“Shut up and eat my ass, fool,” Hawa said, laughing, and I playfully slapped her big brown ass, and fingered her already wet cunt while licking her asshole. I love the smell and taste of female ass, and while this sort of thing isn’t for everyone, it’s definitely something I swear by. Just call me a crack addict, only the fun and safe way. Alright, bad joke.

After I started giving Hawa’s fine black booty a tongue bath, I was delighted when my lady love sat on my face, and I licked her pussy while palming, slapping and massaging her derriere like only a butt enthusiast like myself can. I love face sitting, and having a big black booty like Hawa’s riding my face is definitely my idea of heaven. Seriously, I can’t get enough of it.

“Need something bigger than your tongue in my ass, sweetie,” Hawa murmured as she rolled off my face, and got on all fours, shaking that thick dark ass of hers from side to side like a pendulum of temptation. Damn Hawa and that thick, juicy and magnificently dark booty of hers. I stroked my dick, which was both long and thick, though not porn star huge. I’m a normal man.

“Ask and you shall receive,” I said, smacking Hawa’s illegal bahis siteleri booty before I reached for a bottle of Aloe cream that sat on a nearby nightstand. Hawa spread her butt cheeks wide open, exposing a fairly obvious target. I smeared some lube on my dick, and applied some more on Hawa’s asshole. I rubbed my dick against Hawa’s asshole, and my sweetie purred like a kitten.

“Stick it in, big man,” Hawa whispered, winking at me, and I grinned and eased my dick into her asshole. How to describe the feel of Hawa’s tight, hot ass as it gripped my dick tighter than a vice. Got no words, really. The sight of Hawa’s thick booty swallowing my dick had me on cloud nine, and I thrust into her deeply. Hawa cried out, and I asked her if she was alright.

“Slow down, mofo,” Hawa hissed and I smiled apologetically and heeded her words, slowing my pace down somewhat as I fucked her. I guess I got a bit too enthusiastic. Sorry my love, I thought. It’s just that, for us fellas, fucking a woman in the ass is like the holy grail of sex, I swear. Hawa arched her back, pressing her ass against my groin, which drove me deeper inside of her. I loved every moment of it. My Hawa moaned deeply, seemingly relaxed at last as she enjoyed herself. I rejoiced when her screams changed in tone, signaling her orgasm.

“Alright, get out,” Hawa whispered, a few moments later, and I nodded, then slowly pulled out of her. Hawa rolled over on her back, a vision of feminine beauty, and then she looked at me, a look of surprise on her beautiful face. I looked into her eyes, and grinned, loving what I saw in there. Hawa is one of those super bossy sisters who think they’re all that. Even though I love her confidence, it’s fun to turn the tables on her for a change.

“How was it?” I asked, and Hawa looked at me pensively, grinned, and then, raising her legs slightly and shifting her weight on the bed, she winked at me and then squeezed out a loud, wet fart. I blinked in surprise, and then actually giggled, then I grabbed Hawa, spread her ass cheeks and stuck my tongue in there. Why did I do that? Um, I like female farts. I love the way they smell and taste. Don’t judge me.

“Lick it up, bud, suck up that fart, I’m going to be fucking your ass next,” Hawa said, laughing wickedly as I licked her asshole while fingering her cunt, which was oozing with hot girly cum. I licked Hawa’s asshole until my sweetie had enough, and then I gathered her into my arms and kissed her. Hawa kissed me back passionately and flashed me that fearless smile of hers.

“Love the taste of my ass on your lips, Rahim, now bend over,” Hawa said, grinning, and I did as I was told. Hawa got up from the bed, and went to the nearby washroom. Moments later she came back, sporting a rather unusual canlı bahis siteleri accoutrement, if I dare say so. My eyes went wide when I saw the glistening, almost serpent-like phallic object jutting from between her thighs.

“Whoa, it’s bigger than I thought it was when you bought it,” I said, a bit hesitant and Hawa stood there, hands on her hips. I looked at her, mesmerized by the tall, beautiful young Somali woman who stood before me. Hot damn. How did a regular Joe like myself get so lucky? I assumed the position, feeling a bit vulnerable but any reticence I had faded due to the overwhelming sense of excitement which filled me. I’d been wanting to get pegged for a long time, you see.

“Oh, I think you’re going to love it,” Hawa said, grinning while stroking the shiny strap-on dildo. Just like I did earlier, Hawa grabbed the bottle of Aloe cream and used it well. I watched as Hawa slowly lubricated the toy, and then narrowed her eyes at me. I looked away, and waited patiently to get, well, done. Hawa laid her hand on my ass, caressing it gently. I smiled, and then gasped when she spread my ass cheeks wide open.

“Uh, please don’t hurt me,” I whispered, my voice sounding weak even to my ears. Look, I’m usually a fairly macho kind of guy but dammit, Hawa is about to fuck my ass with a dildo. Yes I’m excited, but I’m also allowed to be a bit nervous, I think. Hawa laughed, slapped my ass and then pressed the dildo against my hole. I felt her enter me, and barely stopped myself from crying out.

“Rahim, man up, alright? I didn’t bitch and moan when you fucked my ass earlier so toughen up now that I’m finally fucking yours!” Hawa hissed into my ear before licking my earlobe. Grapping my hips, Hawa held me tightly, leaning into me. I felt her breasts press against my back and she bucked her hips, which had the effect of thrusting that dildo of hers deeper into my asshole.

“Yes ma’am,” I whispered, and I gritted my teeth as Hawa pushed the dildo deeper into my ass. While fucking me, she reached for my dick and stroked it. Man, the more Hawa fucked my ass with her strap-on dildo, the harder my dick got. I found myself actually enjoying this, and Hawa laughed and kissed the back of my neck while fucking me. Got so much fun that it didn’t take me long to cum, and when I did, I screamed louder than ever.

“Thank you for sharing yourself like this with me my love,” Hawa whispered into my ear as we lay side by side on our bed, sweaty and spent, but happy as can be. I looked at her and grinned. Honestly, I felt like I should be the one thanking her. I kissed Hawa, and she kissed me back. For a long while we lay there, in a tight embrace, talking about all the wicked and fun things she just did to me. I’m lucky to have a woman like her in my life. A lot of brothers live with women who don’t accept or understand them, and that’s a damn shame. Hawa is the only one for me. A tall, gorgeous, proudly kinky black Muslim woman. A rare find indeed. My Hawa. That’s why I’m going to wife her real soon.

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