Butch Black Women Ch. 03bySamuelx©
Trevor Whitaker Joseph is the name and adventure is the nature of my game. I'm a young Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Toronto, Ontario. I stand six feet two inches tall and weigh two hundred and fifty four pounds. Yeah, I am a big guy. I was born and raised in the City of Brockton, Massachusetts. In the good old U.S. of A. Recently I moved to Canada. Currently I major in business administration at the University of Toronto. I thought about studying at the University of Ottawa but the place was so White, I thought I might go blind. Toronto University is bigger and more racially diverse, so it's cool.
I am slowly adjusting to life in the Confederation of Canada. Let me give you the run down about this country. Canada is the most boring country in the western hemisphere. And it's also one of the most bigoted, albeit in a covert, deeply passive-aggressive kind of way. Canadians of European descent aren't thrilled with the hundreds of thousands of Arabs, Africans, Asians and Hispanics who are immigrating to Canada every year. White Canadians are set to become minorities in cities like Vancouver and Toronto soon. They're really threatened by highly educated immigrant workers. That's why they make them jump through hoops when it comes to acknowledging their credentials. Canadians can't stand competition, and they're really insecure.
Black Canadians are the weirdest bunch of people I have ever seen. They're not outspoken and strong like us African-Americans in the U.S. of A. Rather, they're more meek and compliant, with a happy-go-lucky attitude. When confronted with racism from White Canadians, they don't react the way African-Americans would. Few of them speak up. They don't like to rock the boat. I can't stand these punks. In America, White folks know better than to say some incorrect shit around Black people because they know what will happen if they do. We don't play around. We can and will kick their asses. Doesn't matter if there are a million cops two blocks away. We don't fear cops. Remember the L.A. riots? Cool.
Black guys in Canada have a thing for fat White chicks. It seems they're programmed to go after them. They're deserting Black Canadian women for these plump White broads. Personally, I don't know why. Black Canadians are punks but I must admit that Black Canadian women are truly beautiful. Especially the Somali women and the ladies from the Caribbean. White chicks in Canada aren't pretty at all. Now, in Boston I've seen pretty ladies of all hues. White chicks in Canada are also the most racist folks you will ever meet. I once heard a fat White chick married to a well-to-do Black male professional ( whom she has offspring with) make a Black joke with some ugly White guy she knows. Shocking, isn't it? When White Canadians make racist remarks, Black Canadians pretend not to hear them. They're very quick to defend Canada's totally inaccurate reputation as a land of open-minded people who support racial and cultural diversity. What a load of crap, folks. Seriously. They need to stop spreading this myth about Canada. I don't think it's funny anymore. I ran into far more bigots in a few months in Canada than in more than ten years of living in the state of Massachusetts. How about that? Welcome to Canada, folks.
At the University of Toronto, I put myself through the paces. Academically, I've always been gifted. So I did well in all of my classes. The lily-White faculty members clearly weren't used to seeing hard-working Black male students. Black Canadian males seem to lack ambition even though they live in a country where higher education is accessible and cheap. The professors were dazed by my keen intellect. So they were always weird around me. Truth be told, I found them quite boring. I try not to let these bozos get to me. I know why I'm in Canada. To get my degree and then return to America to make a lot of money. I'm not here to play nice with the fake-smiling, deeply bigoted bozos who run this miserable little country. I can't wait to get my degree and go home. In the meantime, I'm chilling.
The summer of 2010 is here and I am doing what I do best. Booty catching. Actually, make that Black Booty Catching. It's May now. In July I will head back to Brockton to chill with my buddies from the City of Champions. Until then, I am prowling all over the City of Toronto. There are so many sexy ladies here, it's not even funny. Recently I met this tall, sexy Haitian gal named Veronique Saint Martin and she is totally awesome, folks. A bisexual butch Black woman. Now I've seen everything. Veronique stands five feet eleven inches tall, busty and big-bottomed, with a deliciously thick body. I don't like skinny women. I need a big lady with big tits and a big butt. That's just my personal preference.
Anyhow, I went to Veronique's house in the suburb of Brampton to chill a bit one hot Tuesday afternoon. I work as a security practitioner in downtown Toronto and the job pays alright. Seventeen bucks per hour. Hey, I'm twenty years old and live with my uncle and aunt in the City. I help out with purchasing groceries but other than that, I don't have other financial responsibilities. Anyhow, Veronique was glad to see me. She works as manager of a local restaurant. Veronique is twenty five years old. She started college but quit to take care of her younger siblings. Now, she's back in school. I am happy for her.
Well, Veronique and I sat in the living room, watching an old episode of the TV series All Of Us. They get BET here but it's quite different from the African-American entertainment network we know and love in America. I love that old series. Lisaraye McCoy is one of my favourite celebrities. Growing up, I had crushes on her along with iconic actress Pam Grier and tennis champion Serena Williams. Anyhow, Veronique clearly wanted to do more than watch TV when she called me over. Well, I knew what she had in mind and I was more than okay with it. It had been a while since I was with a woman.
Veronique and I had some fun together. I laid her on the bed and removed her clothing. Off came her blouse, then her skirt. She wasn't wearing any panties. I began licking my sexy Haitian goddess from her head to her toes. Want to know one of the many reasons why I love Black women? I like the way they smell and taste. I took Veronique's breasts in my hands and gently squeezed them. I then gently licked the areolas of her breasts and she leaned back on the bed, sighing in pleasure. I licked a path from her breasts to her belly, and made my way to her pelvic area.
Veronique spread her legs invitingly. I breathed in the scent of her pussy. No two women smell or taste exactly alike. I began licking Veronique's pussy, and gently probed her with my fingers. I am wickedly good at eating pussy, folks. Ask anyone. I slipped two fingers inside Veronique's snatch and twisted them inside her pussy while teasing her clit with my tongue. Oh, man. What I was doing drove her absolutely nuts. Soon this sexy Haitian gal was squealing in delight. What can I say? I've got skills.
Yeah, I rocked Veronique's world. Afterwards, I asked her to return the favour. Well, she was happy to oblige. Veronique told me to take off my pants, then sat me down on the couch. My sexy Haitian goddess stood before me and turned around, showing me her spectacular booty. Hot damn. I am most definitely a booty worshiper and Veronique was in a league of her own. I've seen all kinds of booties but her heart-shaped bubble butt was all that and then some. I literally kissed her butt. It was that awesome.
Veronique laughed, and then knelt before me. She went straight for my dick. Veronique grabbed my nine-inch, uncircumcised Black rod of power. I am uncut and proud, folks. My parents didn't believe in butchering me in the name of outdated and archaic traditions. Hell, we're neither Jewish nor Muslim. So why should Black folks living in the Americas alter their sons bodies in the name of religions that aren't really ours? Gently, Veronique pulled back my foreskin and began sucking my cock head. I looked at her as she went to work on me. Hmm. I really liked what she was doing. Sucking my dick and licking my balls with gusto. Oh, man. Is this woman amazing or what?
Soon she had me harder than a rock. And I was ready for more. Veronique climbed on top of me, and rested her hands on my shoulders. She slowly lowered herself onto my member and began straddling me. I placed my hands on her hips and thrust into her. And just like that, the fun really began. Veronique began riding me hard, and I fucked her good. I filled her pussy with my dick. She screamed loudly as she rode me. Oh, yeah. That's how I like it. We changed positions. I put her on all fours and fucked her from behind. I smacked Veronique's big butt as I fucked her. We even did some back shots together. Veronique spread her big butt cheeks, offering herself.
I pressed my dick against Veronique's asshole after lubricating it with some lotion she handed me. Then I eased my cock inside of her. Veronique went wild as I fucked her in the ass. I pulled her hair and smacked her big ass while slamming my dick into her asshole. Her ass felt wonderful, so warm and tight around my dick. We fucked like this for a long time, then fucked some more. We tried different positions. Have you ever fucked a woman in the ass while looking into her eyes? Well, that's what I did to Veronique. And she loved it!
Yeah, I had a wonderful afternoon at Veronique's house in Brampton. I had fun. I have a lot of female freaks I mess around with in the City of Toronto. However, Veronique is my favourite. A big and tall, sexy Haitian woman with a big booty. And she likes anal sex. How awesome is that? She's a wonderful discovery. And I can't get enough of her. Haitian women rock. And Veronique is one of the best.