Black on Black Pegging : Toronto

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Jamaican BBW strapons mixed guy in Toronto.
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Part 8 of the 64 part series

Updated 08/30/2017
Created 04/22/2011
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Samuelx
Samuelx
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A lot of Black guys have this image thing where they act tough and talk even tougher. For a lot of them, it's their way of dealing with a world that's hostile to them. As a Black woman living in the City of Toronto, Ontario, I can definitely relate. Canada isn't always friendly to minorities, especially those of us who happen to be of African descent. I was born in Jamaica and raised in the Greater Toronto Area, so I know what I'm talking about. Even though I experience my share of frustration with the brothers, I still have much love for them.

I attend the University of Toronto, where I study criminal justice. One of these days, I'm going to become a police officer. I've often been told that I've got the physique for it, this coming from conservative Jamaicans who don't think women ought to be able to do certain jobs like construction and police work. I've five-foot-ten, and weigh two hundred and ten pounds. I'm dark-skinned, chubby and big-bottomed, and damn proud of every inch of my body. I know a lot of sisters with body image issues. Not me. While it's not easy being a large Black woman in a world that worships skinny White chicks, I always carry myself with confidence and grace. Black is beautiful, suckers better recognize!

I've always been a no-nonsense woman who doesn't suffer fools. It hasn't won me many friends, I'll tell you that much right now. Still, there's something to be said about being an honest woman in a world full of fake people who sugar coat things in front of you and say nasty stuff behind your back. There's a time to speak up and a time to keep your mouth shut, though. My classmate Augustine Leconte should have heeded that warning, seriously. He's a short, light-skinned dude I met during my first year at the University of Toronto. Augustine is around five-foot-eight, slim, with light brown skin, curly Black hair and pale green eyes. His father is Black and his mother is Hispanic. Dude thinks he's all that because he's light-skinned and his parents have money.

On top of having a chip on his shoulder, Augustine also thinks he's all that and then some. One time, I was hanging out at the food court on campus and he got into an argument with my girlfriend Shanice and her friend Jerome Lopez. Augustine, the civil engineering student who only dates White women seemed to have a problem with Shanice dating a Puerto Rican guy. I called Augustine out on his bullshit, and I guess since that day, he's had it in for me. Whenever he sees me, he's always running his mouth, calling me a sellout and shit. Once, he crossed the line by calling me a fat bitch and I retaliated by smacking the damn fool on his mouth. Nobody calls me that. I don't care who you are. If you cross the line with me, I will fuck you up.

Ever since that day, Augustine has become somewhat more respectful in his dealings with me. He was so brazen before. One day he actually manned up and walked up to me, with the intention of setting things straight. He apologized for his behavior, and I apologized for hitting him. I am not a violent person I swear. Don't call me any racial slurs, don't make fun of my weight and don't disrespect me as a woman and we'll be just fine. Is that too much to ask? I don't think so. Augustine and I made up, so to speak, and we became cool. He even invited me to some of his rap events. Augustine wants to be a rapper. He can't rap worth a damn and his lyrics sound horrible but as his friend I honestly tried to be supportive. If you tell your buddy he sucks, what kind of friend are you? I'm usually brutally honest but I don't take pleasure in crushing people's dreams. That's cruel and that's not how I roll.

I will never understand why people are ashamed of their origins. Seriously, why not be proud of who you are and where you're from? I was born in Saint Catherine's Parish, Jamaica. My parents, William and Sheila Brown left the island of Jamaica for Canada in the 1990s. We've lived in the province of Ontario ever since. One day, I sat Augustine down and talked to him about what I perceived to be a big issue with him. Why was he trying so hard to be all tough and manly? Why push himself through the rap game? Why couldn't he simply be himself? I tried not to sound all accusatory while speaking to him. Seriously. It, um, didn't work out that well.

Augustine's response to what I said honestly surprised me. He told me that he had always felt confused. To the Blacks, he wasn't Black enough. To the Whites, he was too Black. He never once felt like he belonged, even in a racially diverse place like metropolitan Toronto. I had never seen Augustine like this, honestly. For once he wasn't the cocky wannabe rapper and tough guy. He looked like a vulnerable human being. I went to him and embraced him. How we ended up kissing and stuff like that, I'll never know. Yeah, Augustine and I kissed passionately, and when we came up for air, we just stood there and laughed like clowns. It was our first kiss, but definitely not our last.

Augustine and I began dating, and embarked on a passionate relationship. I thought I was freaky but this brother was something else. I remember how he spread my thighs, applied ice cream on my pussy and licked it off me. Hot damn, it was a lot of fun. I love doing down on him, and I can suck a mean dick. Big girls like me really know how to suck dick real good. I loved it when Augustine would nut in my mouth, or cum all over my face. Absolutely loved those cum baths. The best stuff was when he would put me on all fours, spank my big ass and slam his thick dick into my cunt like there was no tomorrow. My man might be short but he had a BIG dick. Dude sure knew how to use it, and he'd make me scream like a woman possessed.

I raised Augustine's legs in the air and rubbed my strap-on dildo against his ass. Ready or not, I'm going inside of you my nigga, I thought grimly. The skinny, dark-skinned wannabe rapper I loved so much groaned as I eased my dildo into his ass. Even with the lubricant, his ass was super tight so I had to be careful not to wreck him. At least not yet. I looked at our reflections in the mirror and couldn't help but smile. A tall, chubby Black woman working a dildo into a skinny Black dude's ass. What a sight we made! I've always been a peculiar woman that's for damn sure. My name is Fiona Brown and I approve this message.

I locked eyes with Augustine as I began pumping my strap-on dildo into his ass. Grabbing his dick, I pumped my strap-on dildo up his ass. I've always been dominant in and out of my bedroom, and when Augustine told me about his fetish for female domination and pegging, it was right up my alley. I fucked him real good, working the strap-on dildo up his ass and really opening him up. Augustine howled in pleasure as I fucked him and begged me for more. Emboldened by his enthusiasm I really tore into him, fucking him like there was no tomorrow. I finally eased the dildo out of his ass when he begged me for mercy.

Augustine and I made love in many ways that night, and fell asleep in each other's arms. I am with my man and I am happy. We're a kinky Black couple in Canada and we're university students and life simply couldn't be better. We're from different worlds and have different lifestyles and friends, but so what? Opposites can and do attract. I have finally found the right man for me and we're happy together. Now all I've got to do is wait until he gives up this rap nonsense. I'm going to Law School next and I would love be the wife of a civil engineer. Has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?

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AnonymousAnonymousalmost 11 years ago
"Marni was going about her ordinary business ... "

like any normal girl, happy, happy, happy ...

This is Mark ... a ... dark, brooding man ... a hunter ...

Suddenly, into this colorful life ...

At first he didn't know what to make of Marni.

What could account for this strange behavior?

"The colors, stop the colors!"

"What colors?"

"Here Marni is speaking to--I'm not sure who ... but a man from her past ... "

"That should be quite enough. If you wish to hear more, you should buy a ticket.

Mark is a complex man, dark and forbidding ... but he can also be a troubled man ... "

from you know where, by whom--

AnonymousAnonymousalmost 11 years ago
"Then why did I laugh?"

From http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LTdOSNoYA00

("Girls Just Want To Have Fun"--Bones)

Bones: I said, back off. Back off!

Guy 1: That's not funny.

Guy 2: That's not funny.

Bones: Then why did I laugh?

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