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“Good morning, sister Zainab, how are you?” Salomon “Suleiman” Vaillant said pleasantly to the six-foot-tall, majestic and curvaceous, forty-something Somali Muslim woman who stood before him, a faint smile on her lovely face. Clad in a blue work shirt over a long-sleeved sweater and a traditional Islamic long dress, her hair tucked away under a modest blue Hijab, Zainab was uniquely beautiful. Perhaps all the more so because she seemed totally unaware of it…
“As Salam Alaikum, brother, I’m fine, and yourself?” Zainab replied in that sweet voice of hers, and Salomon composed himself. For the lady had a certain effect on him. Even while pushing a cart full of cleaning supplies, Zainab carried herself with the confidence of a queen. It was one of the many things Salomon admired about the lovely, quiet Miss Zainab…
The tall, burly young Haitian man first became aware of her while boarding the OC Transpo bus downtown a couple of years ago. The Somali Muslim lady sat on the bus, reading an emerald book titled Fortress of the Muslim. Even while super tired after working all night, patrolling an empty office at the whim of his sadistic survivor Mr. Hajji, Salomon couldn’t help but look at Zainab as she sat reading on the bus. The lovely lady seemed at peace, even on this loud bus packed with morning commuters, and he envied her.
Salomon never told Zainab this but his first encounter with her sparked his interest in Islam. Indeed, he went to the Ottawa Public Library to search for the book Fortress of the Muslim, and from there, his interest in Islam grew. At Capital University, Salomon joined the Muslim Students Club, and a year later, after much soul searching, the once-proud Catholic embraced Islam. And that’s all she wrote…
Back then Salomon lived near Dynes road in Ottawa’s west end, and had to board the number four bus downtown to get to the Capital University campus and catch the nearby 111 bus which would take him home. Making such a long trip after working security overnight was tough, but Salomon was nothing if not resilient. Life left him no choice…
Indeed, moving to the City of Ottawa, Ontario, after the earthquake which devastated his homeland of Haiti years and years ago wasn’t easy, but his father Francois Vaillant urged him to do it because the island offered very little for an ambitious young man such as himself. After graduating from the Universite Notre Dame d’Haiti, the young brother couldn’t find a job due to the lousy economy in Haiti. So Salomon found himself in Ottawa, working security to pay his rent, groceries and his Capital University tuition fees…
“Tough week at work and at home, but I’m surviving,” Salomon replied, and Zainab nodded, then beckoned for him to follow her. They were on the third floor of the university library, the quiet floor, and since it was Saturday, the place was indeed quiet. Barely five students on the entire floor, if that. Salomon followed Zainab into the stairwell, smiling to himself as he checked out her thick derriere, whose contours even her traditional Islamic skirt couldn’t conceal…
“Stop staring at my ass, Suleiman,” Zainab shot back as she paused right before the door, a sly smile on her lovely face. Salomon looked at her, then smiled and shrugged. Zainab shook her head and opened the door, and he followed her into the stairwell. She leaned against the wall, a coy smile on her face, a pout on those full, succulent lips of hers.
“Miss Zainab, I can’t stop staring at your ass, I’m a Haitian man,” Salomon said, and he walked up to her, and paused mere inches from Zainab, who exhaled sharply, and akyurt escort looked him up and down. Salomon looked at the beautiful and mysterious woman who stood before him, and gently took her hands in his. As a grinning Zainab looked on, Salomon brought her hands to his lips and kissed them.
“Hmmm, you always were a smooth talker,” Zainab said, grinning, and then she closed the gap between them. Salomon looked into her chestnut eyes and saw a smoldering passion barely held in check. Leaning forward, he kissed her. Zainab kissed him back passionately, and Salomon embraced her tightly. Hot damn it, he couldn’t get enough of this woman…
“Uh-um,” the sound of someone clearing their throat caused Salomon and Zainab to break their kiss, and they turned to see a red-faced white male student rush past them as he headed for the fourth floor. Salomon looked at Zainab, cupped her chin in his hand and smiled. Zainab looked at him, an unreadable expression in her face, and he watched her lips quiver.
“We should continue this another time, another place, stud, I do have to work,” Zainab said and there was a finality to her words that brooked no reply. All Salomon could do was nod, and he gently squeezed her hand. Without another word, she walked away. Frowning in frustration, Salomon returned to his seat in the Learning Commons section of the library. He had a criminology paper to work on…
“Come to my place at seven tonight,” Salomon texted Zainab, and he was relieved when she replied in the affirmative. Salomon finished his paper, then exited the campus library. Resolutely the young man headed for the O-Train Station, and rode the train to Bayview. Once there, he caught the 95 bus heading to Barrhaven. Forty five minutes later, Salomon was in the west end hamlet. Stopping by Walmart, he bought a few things, including some flowers.
Rushing to his place, Salomon did some cleaning, and then set everything up. At six o’clock he ordered a family platter from the nearby Shawarma Heaven restaurant, and popped open a bottle of Barbancourt, the well-known Haitian rum. Zainab was an observant Muslim woman but he knew she liked her rum. Smiling, Salomon headed for the shower and got cleaned up. Donning a red silk shirt, black silk pants and his Ottawa Redblacks cowboy hat, he sat on the couch and waited for her.
At precisely seven o’clock, Zainab rang his doorbell. Salomon got up and went to answer the door, his heart going pitter-patter in his chest. Forcing himself to calm down, he opened the door, and was greeted by a vision of beauty. Clad in a black leather overcoat over a dark blue long-sleeved shirt, dark blue traditional skirt and black cowboy boots, Zainab looked magnificent. Oh, and she had on a new hijab, an ebony one with gold markings.
“Salam, Suleiman, you look like you’ve seen a ghost,” Zainab said coyly, one hand on her hip while the other clutched her purse. She smiled confidently, like a woman who knew she had the upper hand. Salomon picked his jaw up from the floor and welcomed her inside. Zainab gave him a peck on the lips, and he gallantly took her coat. Zainab smelled wonderful, and looked even better.
“Make yourself at home, mademoiselle,” Salomon said, and he led her to the kitchen, where a sumptuous dinner awaited. Zainab looked at the delicious-smelling Shawarma plates on the table, and inhaled the sweet aroma emanating from them. Salomon pulled a chair in front of her, and nodded. Zainab shrugged, and then nodded gratefully before sitting down.
“Here I am, Suleiman, why did you go to all this trouble?” Zainab asked, ayaş escort leaning comfortably in her chair, and the handsome, well-dressed young man steepled his fingers, and shrugged. For months now, they’d been carrying on a most passionate affair. Two unique souls from different worlds. The university student and the sultry mature woman, what a pair they made.
Zainab, who was rebuilding her life after a nasty divorce from her Somali Muslim husband Yusuf Ali, was intrigued by Salomon “Suleiman” Vaillant, the handsome Haitian student. More than once, the twenty-eight-year-old grad student told her that the young women at Canada’s Capital University left him cold and he only had eyes for her. Flattered, Zainab initially agreed to one coffee date with him, and it turned into so much more. Still, Salomon’s behavior sometimes puzzled Zainab, especially today…
“You mean a lot to me, my dear, and I wanted to let you know,” Salomon said, and he rose from his chair, and placed a tiny box in front of her. Zainab’s heart skipped a beat, and she looked at Suleiman, and hesitantly opened the box. Inside, at the very heart of the box, a shiny silver bracelet with the name Zainab glistened in all of its glory.
“Wallahi, Suleiman, wow, honestly, I don’t know what to say, thank you,” Zainab said, gasping in surprise, and she hastily put the bracelet on. Rising from her chair, she faced Suleiman. The younger man smiled shyly, the way he often did when he was with her. Zainab looked at him and all the love she felt for this nerdy charmer bubbled to the surface.
“I’m glad it pleases you, Habibti,” Salomon said, and Zainab smiled at the term of endearment. Throwing her arms around him, she kissed him passionately. Salomon embraced her with all of his might. All the tension Zainab had been feeling, all the doubts she’d been having just melted away. Suleiman had that effect on her, and the best part of it all? The Haitian brother didn’t even know it. Just like that, the two of them began making love.
“Dammit I want you,” Zainab whispered as Salomon sat her on the couch, and she hiked up her long skirt, flashing him her crimson panties. Salomon smiled and pulled her panties down, and a grinning Zainab took off her top. Salomon feasted his eyes on her loveliness. Zainab was sexy as hell, much hotter than any of the gals he’d seen on his campus, and he could never resist her charms…
“Good to hear,” Salomon said, and he gently took her foot and began rubbing it. As a grinning Zainab looked on, he took her big toe into his mouth and began sucking on it. Zainab giggled, loving what Salomon was doing to her. The brother sucked her toes, and began working his way up. Spreading her thighs invitingly, Zainab cocked an eyebrow, having exposed a fairly obvious target for Salomon’s oral skills…
“Suleiman, shut up and eat this pussy,” Zainab said with a decisive cluck of her tongue, and Salomon looked up at her, smiling. Nodding, the Haitian brother spread her thighs and inhaled her womanly scent. No two women smelled or tasted alike down there, and Salomon loved Zainab’s fragrance. Burying his face between her thighs, Salomon began eating Zainab’s pussy. Flicking his tongue over her clitoris while digging into her pussy with his fingers, Salomon soon had Zainab squealing in delight…
“I’ve got something that’s missed you dearly,” Salomon said, a little while later, after watching Zainab come down from cloud nine. He’d basically polished her pussy with his tongue and she climaxed violently, screaming his name as loudly as she could. Salomon beheld her, stroking ankara escort his hard dick while transfixed by what he was looking at. The sight of an orgasmic woman, definitely something to see…
“Oh I can see that,” Zainab said, her eyes moist, and she looked at Salomon’s dick hungrily. The things she wanted to do with that long, hard piece of chocolate. Grabbing Salomon by the balls, Zainab looked at him. Salomon licked his lips and said nothing. Leaning forward on the couch, Zainab stroked his dick and then took it into her mouth. Salomon exhaled sharply but otherwise remained silent as she began fellating him.
“Dammit, you’re killing me but don’t stop,” Salomon whispered, and Zainab paused from sucking his dick and glanced up at him, a look of mischief on her face. Salomon smiled at her, and from his strained expression, she knew that he was about to cum. To spur him on, Zainab slid a finger up his ass. Instantly Salomon’s eyes widened, and she shrugged as she began fingering his ass while sucking his dick.
“Suleiman, stop fussing, you know you like it,” Zainab paused to say, and she added a second finger up his ass while flicking her tongue over his dick head. Salomon moaned deeply with his eyes closed, and she knew he was enjoying himself. Hell, it took Zainab a long time to get him to admit he liked his ass stimulated. A couple of months ago, Zainab bought a strap-on dildo and began using it on Salomon. Although he initially balked at the idea, he’d grown to love having her fuck him.
While Salomon’s eyes remained closed, a smiling Zainab reached for her purse. Fumbling a bit, she finally found what she was looking for. A sleek blue object of a decidedly phallic nature. Carefully, Zainab pulled her fingers out of Salomon’s ass, and swiftly replaced them with her favorite dildo. Salomon’s eyes snapped open, and he looked down at her, stunned by the sudden intrusion into his ass.
“Hmmm,” was all Zainab said, and she winked at Salomon while fucking his ass with the dildo. The more she fucked his ass, the harder his dick got into her mouth. Soon the brother was harder than the proverbial rock. When Salomon warned her that he was about to cum, Zainab didn’t let up and continued fellating him while mercilessly stimulating his ass.
“Oh fuck,” Salomon cried out, moments before he came, and Zainab welcomed the torrent of liquid masculinity into her mouth. Indeed, the Somali gal licked it all up. When she finished, Zainab wiped her lovely mouth with the back of her hand and looked at a stunned but smiling Salomon expectantly. The Haitian stud paused to catch his breath, and nodded gratefully.
“Best anniversary present ever,” Zainab said with a smile, and then she kissed Salomon, then rose from the couch, and headed to the washroom. Salomon watched her go, and felt himself harden at the sight of Zainab’s thick Somali ass, sashaying from side to side as she walked away. When she came back, a few minutes later, the Haitian brother was hard again.
“Oh I’m not done with you, woman,” Salomon said, laughing, and the burly Haitian stud boldly picked Zainab up, and carried her to the bedroom. Laughing, Zainab shook her head and tugged on Salomon’s chest hairs as he marched her into his inner sanctum. Laying her on the bed, he paused to look at her. Zainab rolled her eyes impatiently and wrapped her legs around him, then nodded.
“Suleiman, shut up and fuck me,” Zainab said, groaning in frustration, and Salomon nodded and pushed his hardness into her. A happy sigh escaped her lips as he thrust into her. It had been well over a week since the last time they made love, and Zainab, a passionate woman through and true, wanted to make up for lost time. As Salomon began giving it to her hard and deep, stabbing her pussy with his dick like a spear, she began to scream his name. Nothing like some much-needed catching up with her favorite guy…
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