Arab Femdom is Amazing

I practiced for hours before finally calling them. Mohammed Hassan and Yousef Adbirahman. The two men I love the most. Mohammed is six feet three inches tall and slender, with light brown skin, curly black hair and pale brown eyes. He was born in the town of Mogadishu in the nation of Somaliland. He’s been living in the town of Ottawa, Province of Ontario, for the past ten years. Like me, he’s a student at Carleton University. As for Yousef, he’s around five-foot-eight, somewhat chubby, with dark brown skin and a smooth, shaved head. Yousef was born and raised in Toronto, Ontario. He barely speaks the Somali language. They’re both bisexual, and I’m seeing them both.

In case you’re wondering who this is, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Khadija Al-Jafar. I was born and raised in the City of Ottawa in the Capital region of Canada. My father Paolo Anderson is of Italian and Irish descent. My mother Fatima Al-Jafar is of Somali and Ethiopian descent. They met in Toronto during the 1980s and had little old me. They both live in the town of Brampton, Province of Ontario. My parents don’t approve of my fascination for Black guys. Especially Black guys from the Somali community. My mother was abused by her male relatives in Somaliland before she moved to the Province of Ontario. She tried her best to make me believe all Somali men are control freaks who abuse their women. Oh, please! Race has nothing to do with domestic violence in relationships! I’ve known many white men who abuse women. Of course, you can’t tell that to my mother. She doesn’t think much of her own race. She thinks white folks are gods. Lucky for me, I didn’t let her brainwashing isolate me from my own people. I am a Black woman of Somali descent and I am proud of it!

Anyhow, where was I? Oh, yes. I was telling you about my preparations for my first threesome. I made sure I had the place neat, and bought condoms, lubricant and assorted sex toys. People have trouble believing me when I tell them that I’m a dominatrix. I stand five feet six inches tall, skinny, with light brown skin, long black hair and pale green eyes. I sometimes wish I were one hundred percent African but I’m not. I lack a curvy figure, poker oyna big boobs and a big round butt. All those things that Black females worldwide are famous for. Well, I accept myself. I’m a skinny mixed chick living in Canada. I am forthrightly bisexual, with a penchant for dabbling into bondage, domination, submission and all that jazz. I even have a website where I appear, masked of course. You can see pictures and even short videos of me dominating masked men and women. I spank them, whip them, berate them and sometimes I fuck them with my strap-on dildo.

My friends at Carleton University have no idea that I’m into this. I’m one of the top students in the civil engineering program at school. I’m also a devoted member of a certain Mosque in the town of Vanier, Ontario. Like I said, I just don’t seem freaky. People see me as a nice, quiet and even mousy gal. Whoever said looks can deceive was definitely talking about me, ladies and gentlemen. Anyhow, I met Mohammed inside the University Center at Carleton University in September 2010 and I fell in love with him. The guy was tall, sexy and fine as hell. I spotted him walking around with a tall, blonde-haired white chick. My heart winced when I saw them together. Later, I learned that Mohammed and that white chick, Muriel Henderson, had broken up when he caught her in bed with a Mexican guy. I guess white chicks in Canada are sampling the sexual prowess of minority guys across the board! These bitches are greedy, man. Anyhow, I was there to comfort Mohammed in his time of need. That’s how I seduced him.

Mohammed and I had been dating for a while when I discovered something kind of awkward about him. You see, the gorgeous Mohammed was bisexual. Homosexuality is not acceptable in the Muslim world, and Somali folks are really conservative. The weird thing is that in Muslim communities, guys and gals spend a lot of time apart. As a result, a lot of guys fuck guys because there are no women available. Waiting for marriage can be a bitch. And lots of Muslim women also have sex with other women either because they’re curious or because there are no men around. The prevalence of male bisexuality and female bisexuality canlı poker oyna in Muslim communities is simply mind-boggling. Yet just like the Arabs, the Somali people continue to keep silent about the rampant same-sex sensual experimentation going on at all levels of our society. I find that ridiculous. I am bisexual and proud. I just happen to be discreet in who I tell. I confronted Mohammed about his bisexual tendencies, and the macho stud nearly panicked…until I silenced his desperate pleas with a kiss and told him that I accepted him the way he is.

This was the beginning of much better times for my sexy Somali boyfriend and I. Our sex life was awesome. I love doing dirty things with Mohammed. I love to suck his thick Black cock and lick his balls while fingering his pussy. I also love to fuck him in the ass with my strap-on dildo. We do that stuff a lot because Mohammed really likes strap-on dildos. He’s got a collection of female domination DVDs that is simply impressive. I love riding him, though. Just climb on top of my man and fill my pussy with his cock while he holds me by my hips and thrusts into me. Sometimes, I let Mohammed fuck me in the ass. It’s not something I want to do every day but I do enjoy the feel of his big Somali dick in my tight asshole. It can feel really good when I’m properly lubricated and Mohammed is both hard and patient. We decided to spice things up by adding a third party to our fun and games. Mohammed and I searched online for the right stud. Facebook works wonders. And amazingly, we found a bi-curious guy of Somali descent right here at Carleton University. Yousef Abdirahman.

We met, and the three of us were smitten with each other. We wanted to get busy, but I firmly believe in caution. We went to the Sexual Health Center in downtown Ottawa together and took a test for S.T.I. The three of us were blissfully healthy, and free of any sexual disease. We couldn’t wait to get it on. I was sitting on my bed, clad in a black bra and matching panties when I heard the bell ring. It was Mohammed, flanked by Yousef. I smiled at them and welcomed them inside. The three of us got naked, then got busy. Like the dominatrix that I happen to internet casino be, I directed the action. Yousef sucked Mohammed’s cock while I slid a slim green dildo inside Yousef’s tight asshole. Then I sucked Yousef’s cock and balls while Mohammed fucked him in the ass. Yousef was a real screamer as he got fucked in the ass by my sexy boyfriend. A few moments later, we switched things up. I put a condom on my strap-on dildo and made Mohammed suck it while Yousef fucked him in the ass. Watching the chubby Somali guy sliding his cock into Mohammed’s ass really turned me on. Mohammed liked it too, I could tell. He loves anything ass related.

Much later, it was my turn to get fucked. I was sandwiched between Mohammed and Yousef and ordered them to fill my holes. I lay on top of Yousef who hammered my pussy with powerful thrusts of his big cock while Mohammed spread my ass cheeks wide open, lubricated me with lotion before sliding his dick inside of me. Oh, man. I’m finally experiencing double penetration. Something I yearned for but had never had the courage to try. Mohammed and Yousef were gentle with me. Their mistake. I quickly corrected them. I told them to fuck me hard, otherwise there would be hell to pay. Yes, I am a bossy woman at all times. They heeded my orders and fucked me real good, slamming their dicks into my holes like there was no tomorrow. It was absolutely fucking fantastic. When they pulled out of me, I slumped between their sweaty, masculine bodies. I had a big grin on my face. Oh, yeah. This was definitely a night to remember!

Ladies and gentlemen, please don’t believe the stereotypes about us Muslims. The men and women of our faith have sexual needs and desires just like those of you who are Catholic, Baptist, Jewish, Agnostic, Buddhists, Pagans, Shinto, Episcopalian, Voodoo followers, Seventh-Day Adventists or whatever. We are people, first and foremost. I am the gal you see walking down the street in a black leather miniskirt and black leather jacket on a Friday night. Did you know that I also never miss an important ceremony at my Mosque? When you see me walking through campus wearing a long-sleeved silk shirt, long black dress and a hijab, don’t dismiss me as a sexually repressed woman. I’m a dominatrix and a Muslim woman. I also happen to be a feminist. A firm believer in women’s rights. Sounds complicated, eh? It’s not. I just make it work for me. Welcome to my life.