A Night at Carleton University

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Born and raised in the environs of Boston, Massachusetts, Jannah Jones thinks of herself as well-versed in African-American culture, and imagined African culture would be similar. Jannah doubly majored in Business Administration and African-American History at Boston University, and graduated with her bachelor’s degree in 2015. Determined to see the world before entering the workforce, the lovely and ambitious young black woman set her sights northward…

After moving to the City of Ottawa, Ontario, to study for her MBA at Carleton University, the young African-American woman got the shock of a lifetime. The African students Jannah Jones encountered at her new school and around the Canadian Capital were nothing like the brothers and sisters she grew up with in Boston. Indeed, with their myriad cultures, languages and religions, the African students were…almost alien to her.

“My dearest daughter, we live in a complex world, you must remember that sometimes culture can be an even bigger divide than race,” said her father, Boston Metropolitan police officer Michael “Mike” Jones. The old man cautioned his daughter when Jannah told him about her frustrations with African students when he came to visit her at Carleton last Thanksgiving.

Tall and burly, with dark brown skin and curly dark hair graying at the temples, Mike Jones reminded people of old-school Hollywood actor Louis Gossett Jr. in his prime. On the afternoon in question, father and daughter sat near the Starbucks located in the University Center building, catching up over coffee and bagels. It had been six long and challenging months since they saw each other…

“The brothers from Africa get on my nerves sometimes,” Jannah admitted, shaking her head while sipping her coffee and her father smiled and shrugged. As far as Old Man Jones was concerned, men and women the world over frustrated one another, and that was just part of the game. Of course, he didn’t tell his fiery, outspoken and proudly feminist daughter that. Some things a person simply has to figure out for himself or herself, that’s part of life…

“Try to be patient with the brothers, and guys in general, my dear, a strong woman tends to intimidate us, especially when she’s so tall,” Mike Jones said, and he smiled as Jannah rolled her eyes. Afterwards, father and daughter went for a walk around campus. Old Man Jones, a Boston native who’d never left the United States prior to visiting his daughter in Canada, found the Carleton University campus and the City of Ottawa quaint.

“Thanks, Dad, be safe,” Jannah said to her father, and they shared a hug before Old Man Jones got into a cab and went to the Ottawa International Airport. güvenilir bahis Jannah sighed as she watched her father go. She was going to miss him. These days, Jannah was busy with a thousand activities. Her studies in the MBA program were going well, but there was also her sorority activities and other stuff. To unwind after an emotional day, Jannah went to her dorm to change into something sexy, then headed to Oliver’s Pub.

“What took you so long?” Jannah Jones said haughtily, hand on her hip, as Khaled Abdirahman finally worked up the courage to walk up to her and introduce himself. She’d been checking out the tall, handsome, Afro-sporting and decidedly nerdy Somali brother since she walked into Oliver’s Pub and threw major signals his way. What is it with men and their lack of attention to details?

“Sorry for the wait, Miss Jones, here I am now,” Khaled said with a faint smile. Clad in a red silk shirt, black silk pants and black Timberland boots, Khaled looked good, in a sexy urban nerd kind of way. Like a lot of the engineering students at Carleton University, Khaled was a bit socially awkward, but lucky for him, Jannah liked that in a man.

“Honey, the only people who call me Miss Jones are my co-workers at TD Bank, you can call me Mika,” Jannah said with a smile, and Khaled nodded in agreement. As the night rolled on, Khaled and Jannah talked and got to know one another better. The brother was friendly and funny, not at all uptight like Jannah thought he would be, on account of his obvious Islamic faith. Indeed, Khaled was a pretty chill guy…

“The U.S. is a place where I’d like to live, so much opportunity for work and education, a black President of the United States, gorgeous women left and right, what more could a brother want?” Khaled said, smiling as he sipped his Alexander Keith’s beer, and Jannah grinned and shrugged. This one is sexy but doesn’t know it, she thought with a wicked smile.

“What do you know about American women, Khaled?” Jannah asked, licking her full lips, and she watched as Khaled blinked nervously, just the effect she was going for. The two of them sat at a table near the bar’s entrance, and they had all the privacy they needed. That’s why Jannah gently laid her hand on Khaled’s thigh, and he jumped up as though he’d been bitten by a snake…

“Oh my,” Khaled said, and Jannah smiled and raised her eyebrows inquisitively. Their eyes met, and silently Jannah conveyed a message to Khaled. One that women and men across races, cultures and geographical boundaries had been exchanging since the beginning of time. Khaled grinned, and laid his hand on Jannah’s, and nodded. Without another word, the two of them left türkçe bahis Oliver’s Pub.

“Shut up and fuck me,” Jannah said to Khaled as she grabbed him by the collar and pressed him against the wall. They were in the darkened stairwells at the back of the University Center building, and since it was after hours, Jannah figured they wouldn’t be disturbed. Even if there was a chance someone might come disturb their fun, the thrill of it excited her…

“Yes ma’am,” Khaled said, and he kissed Jannah passionately, not believing his luck. The young Somali student had come to Oliver’s Pub to unwind after a difficult midterm, and when he spotted the six-foot-tall, mahogany-hued, Afro-sporting cutie in the red tank top, black leather miniskirt and high heels, he knew she was trouble. Jannah Jones was the kind of woman that a good Muslim brother stayed away from, but Khaled couldn’t help himself…

That’s why Khaled found himself kissing Jannah, and freeing her breasts from her tank top. Gently he caressed her tits, then slid his hand under her miniskirt, and much to his delight, she wasn’t wearing any panties. Khaled worked his fingers into Jannah’s pussy, and soon the young African-American cutie was dripping wet. Khaled knelt before her and spread her thick, sexy thighs. Time to show her what Somali men could do…

“Oh fuck, Khaled, you’re in my spot,” Jannah whispered, watching as the Somali stud buried his face between her legs and began eating her pussy with gusto. Jannah moaned deeply as Khaled worked his magic on her. A long time ago, Jannah discovered that nerds, with their kinky minds and hidden naughty sides, tended to make fantastic lovers, and Khaled definitely didn’t disappoint in that regard…

After giving Jannah’s pussy a tongue bath, Khaled watched as the foxy Boston mama grabbed his crotch, and unzipped his pants. Khaled smiled as Jannah freed his dick from his pants, and just like that, she knelt before him and began sucking his dick. Jannah had been with men of all races, but brothers were definitely her preference. The Somali’s dick was long and slightly curved, and decidedly thick. Jannah couldn’t wait to feel it inside of her…

“You’ve got a tasty dick, Khaled, now let’s see if you know how to use it,” Jannah whispered, stroking Khaled’s tool. The Somali brother smiled and pulled a condom out of his wallet. Rolling it on his dick, he gestured for Jannah to turn around. Jannah complied, and upon seeing her thick derriere shaking before him, Khaled held his breath. Dammit, if all black women in America had butts like Jannah, Khaled just might move there…

“What a booty,” Khaled whispered, and Jannah grinned as the Somali brother güvenilir bahis siteleri tentatively felt up her big dark booty. Playfully he smacked it, and Jannah laughed out loud. For ages, the foxy Amazon from Boston had been told she had a mesmerizing ass. Still, Jannah was nevertheless surprised when Khaled bent down and literally kissed her ass.

“Don’t just kiss it, Khaled, fuck it,” Jannah said, and she pressed her big ass against Khaled’s groin for emphasis. The Somali stud got the hint, and gripped her hips. Moments later, Jannah gasped in shocked pleasure as Khaled thrust into her, his dick slamming into her pussy with a force that surprised her. Just like that, they began to fuck passionately, moaning and groaning in the poorly lit stairwell…

“That ass is fantastic,” Khaled said breathlessly, watching Jannah’s big booty swallow his dick as he fucked her from behind. The curvaceous African-American Amazon’s grind game was tight, and she kept bumping that ass against his groin, driving him absolutely nuts. Khaled slammed his dick into Jannah’s pussy, loving the way her ass jiggled under the force of his thrusts. Dammit, that ass of hers was killing his dick, Khaled was about to cum and he knew it…

“Hell yeah,” Jannah squealed as Khaled rammed his long, hard dick into her pussy. It had been a while since she got some good dick, and she wanted to make up for lost time. Khaled gave it to her good, his hand gripping her hips tightly as he slammed into her. Jannah had never been into the love-me-tender type of bullshit, so the rough stuff Khaled dished out was right up her alley…

“Damn, that was hot,” Khaled whispered, a few moments later, pulling his softening dick out of Jannah. He’d just cum, and rather spectacularly, he might add. Jannah readjusted her clothes in silence, and Khaled looked at her. After a moment, he started readjusting his clothes as well. Without another word, Jannah exited the stairwell, and headed for the main doors of the University Center building. What a woman, Khaled thought, and he smiled as he returned to the pub.

“Well, that was fun,” Jannah Jones said to herself as she zipped up her coat, and headed out in the cold. Her residence building, Dundas, was a five-minute walk away. Jannah could have taken the tunnels but she felt like facing the elements that night. Besides, walking for a bit helped her clear her head. Sex without attachment is as natural as breathing, Jannah thought with a smile.

Khaled the Somali Muslim stud proved to be more fun than Jannah Jones would have thought, and she was thankful for that. Down below, she felt a pleasant burning sensation, the last vestiges of the power fucking Khaled just gave her. Good times, she thought with a smile. Once Jannah got home, she took a shower, slipped into her PJ’s and went to sleep. Just another night in the life of the fearless and insatiable, Boston-born African-American Amazon…

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