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Meet Suzanne Oliviers, a sixty-year-old French Canadian BBW living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Life after retirement has never looked so good. Standing five-foot-eight, curvy, with short, spiky silver hair and lively blue eyes behind horn-rimmed glasses, Suzanne is a busty, curvy, wide-hipped and big-bottomed dame who still makes the fellas smile whenever they check her out.
This gal is out there having fun and is definitely not ready for the nursing home yet. Shoot, Suzanne is nobody’s grandma! Suzanne happens to live next door to Slater Woodson, a big and tall young Black man originally from the City of Kingston, Jamaica. Slater is studying business management at Algonquin College and rents a one-bedroom apartment in the building adjacent to Suzanne’s house near South Keys. They met at the local Metro grocery store and have been on friendly terms ever since…
Suzanne is one crafty old bat and she often knows a lot more than she tells. She has a thing for younger men, especially the ones of non-European descent. Suzanne has designs on Slater Woodson, for she’s heard wonderful things about the sexual powers and manly prowess of Jamaican men. This is complicated by the fact that Suzanne suspects Slater Woodson and his buddy Pablo Estevez are, ahem, more than friends…
Suzanne has seen Slater with his buddy Pablo, and they are awfully chummy. Pablo, according to the best gossip that Suzanne taps into, is a fairly interesting individual. He’s tall and good-looking, with curly dark hair, bronze skin and an athletic build. Pablo hails from the City of Oaxaca, Mexico, and studies accounting at the University of Ottawa. Oh, and there are videos from the Toronto Bisexual Network on Pablo’s social media accounts. At the very least, Pablo swings both ways, and Slater is most likely his lover. Suzanne is understandably chagrined by this…
“Good morning, handsome, how’s life?” Suzanne asked Slater, having spotted him doing his morning jog. Tall, brawny and handsome, with skin of a rich mahogany hue, Slater Woodson is a fine specimen of Afro-Caribbean masculinity. Slater, having spotted Suzanne and heard her greeting, politely came to a stop. He stood so close to her that Suzanne could smell his sweat…
“Oh, you know, busy with work and life and stuff,” Slater replied, and Suzanne nodded, trying not to stare at the chocolate stud muffin. Why do the hot ones have to swing the other way? Suzanne pondered quietly while bantering with Slater. The young Jamaican went on about his school life and recent struggles, unaware that a certain French Canadian BBW was seizing him up…
“Don’t let life’s struggles drive you crazy, I’m here if you want someone to talk to,” Suzanne replied with a sly grin. Slater nodded, and something in the distance seemed to catch his attention. Following the young man’s gaze, Suzanne saw what he was looking at. A certain Hijab-wearing Muslim lady was bending over to tie her sandals, and in the process, her big butt was sticking out…
“I’ll remember that for sure,” Slater said, smiling, when Suzanne caught him checking out the Muslim lady’s ass. Suzanne looked at Slater, and was so stunned by this. Suzanne is no spring chicken and knows a lot about male sexuality. Lots of normal-looking and normal-sounding men who have wives or girlfriends secretly have male lovers on the side. Slater, though, was of a different breed. What was going on here?
“See you next time,” Suzanne said softly, and Slater nodded and then walked away. After a few seconds, the young Jamaican stud resumed his job. The brother’s got a nice ass, Suzanne thought, smiling. Of course, Slater’s ass was probably being enjoyed by his good buddy and possible lover Pablo, but perhaps Suzanne could entice him into her bed for a night or two. As many women know, bisexual men can and do enjoy a juicy pussy, even if gay men are allergic to such things…
Suzanne decided to investigate Slater Woodson, and what better place to look than his social media accounts? In today’s world, folks ranging from eighteen to forty post every detail of their lives on social media. Suzanne checked Slater Woodson out, and found out that he’d recently ended a relationship with a young White woman named ankara duşta veren escortlar Adele Stirling, supposedly over lifestyle differences.
“What have we here?” Suzanne said to herself, sitting behind her computer, as she browsed through Slater Woodson profile. Pictures of Slater with a tall, blonde-haired young White woman in his arms. Pictures of Slater hanging out with his buddy Pablo Estevez. These two seemed quite inseparable. Hmm. Lots of young men are quite close to their buddies. Was it a bromance or something more?
Suzanne continued to snoop through Slater’s profile, and saw that he’d been reading a lot of novels by the late African American writer E. Lynn Harris, a man who became famous due to his mostly positive portrayals of the private lives of bisexual Black men. Suzanne smiled upon discovering this, for she’d read the works of many Black American writers, among them Eric Jerome Dickey, Terry McMillan and E. Lynn Harris.
Slater swings both ways, works for me, Suzanne Oliviers thought, and a wicked, sensual plan began forming in her mind. That night, as Suzanne lay in her bed, stark naked due to the summer heat, she found herself unable to sleep. Suzanne rubbed her erect nipples and fingered her pussy, feeling a wetness begin between her thick White thighs. As Suzanne masturbated to a guilty pleasure, she thought of Slater and his dark-skinned, hard-bodied self…
Nearby, Slater Woodson lay in bed, unable to sleep. Earlier, he’d said goodbye to his lover Pablo, who was returning to Mexico. The Mexican government paid for Pablo’s studies at the University of Ottawa, that was true, but his semester abroad was over. Pablo’s study permit was expiring soon and he had to go back to Mexico, much to Slater’s chagrin. They had dinner at East Side Mario’s restaurant, and then went to Pablo’s place for some hot, passionate sex.
Slater knew he would miss Pablo sorely, for they truly connected. Slater had known he was bisexual for a long time, but he couldn’t quite accept himself. On the island of Jamaica, if a man is bisexual, he should really keep it to himself. In the Black community in general, Black women and Black men seemed to dislike LGBT people, especially the flamboyant ones. Even worse, lots of Black women with tons of Black gay male friends absolutely refused to date or even befriend bisexual Black men. Slater was caught between a rock and a hard place…
When Slater Woodson met Pablo Estevez, one fine day on the Algonquin College campus, it seemed like Kismet. Pablo was tall, handsome and masculine. He was openly bisexual, and seemed to understand Slater’s situation. Slater had met plenty of gay males who told him that male bisexuality was a myth, and they would frown upon him checking out females while in their presence. Slater shunned those close-minded bozos and kept to himself…until Pablo came along.
“Pablo, you’re unlike any man I ever met,” Slater told his new friend on the day they met. Pablo and Slater began to hang out, and Pablo showed the Jamaican stud a great time. Pablo was actually the one who introduced Slater to Adele, a freaky and big-bottomed blonde-haired White chick who liked switch-hitters. Pablo and Slater would go to bars and clubs with Adele, and they had some freaky fun together. They had some wild times in the VIP section of the Bourbon Room.
Slater recalled that time when Adele got on her knees and sucked his dick while Pablo watched. The bisexual Mexican stud seemed content to play the voyeur. Pablo’s combination of masculinity and sexual fluidity were among the many reasons why Slater liked him so much. Most gay dudes felt insecure around men who swing both ways and wanted to steal such men from their wives and girlfriends. Pablo, a true bisexual, wasn’t scared of the female presence. Pablo knew how to mix it up…
“Fuck me with that big chocolate dick while Pablo watches,” Adele told Slater, after sucking the hell out of his big dark dick. Slater, amazed by Adele’s freakiness and Pablo’s willingness to try wild things, went along with it. Slater rolled a condom on his hard dick and put Adele on all fours, smacking her cute round ass for good measure. With a swift thrust, Slater penetrated ankara fetiş yapan escortlar Adele’s tight pussy and began fucking her…
“Can I cut in?” Pablo asked, and Adele grinned as the handsome Mexican stud unzipped his pants, freeing his thick brown dick. Adele began sucking Pablo’s dick even as she continued to grind her big pale ass against Slater’s groin, driving him deeper inside of her. Pablo winked at Slater as Adele sucked his dick. Slater grinned at Pablo as he continued banging Adele’s sweet pussy. He couldn’t believe his damn luck. A hot woman and a hunk, his to play with, Slater had it all…
“Oh yes, fuck me,” Adele squealed as Pablo and Slater double teamed her. Slater lay flat on the floor of the VIP section, and Adele straddled him, impaling her wet pussy on his hard dick. Pablo came up behind Adele, and tagged her big ass. Spreading Adele’s ass cheeks wide open, Pablo lubricated her hole, then pushed his hard cock inside of her. Adele gasped as she got double penetrated by Slater and Pablo. The two bisexual studs worked the freaky White woman over until she tapped out…
“Watch me fuck him,” Pablo told Adele, as he and Slater got their freak on in front of her. Adele sat there, fingering her sore pussy while watching the two bisexual hunks as they did their thing. Pablo bent Slater over and lubricated his ass, then entered him. Slater groaned as Pablo gripped his hips and began to fuck him. Adele felt her nipples harden and her pussy got wetter and wetter as she watched the Mexican stud bury his hard dick inside a hunky Black man…
“Oh fuck that’s intense,” Slater shouted, moaning as Pablo fucked the hell out of him. Turned on by the man to man action, Adele cut in. She grabbed Slater’s dick and began sucking him off, even as Pablo continued to pound his ass. Things got steamy in the VIP and Adele was honestly surprised that security didn’t come calling. The hot three-way got really freaky. After Pablo fucked Slater real good, Adele delighted both men by sucking their dicks. Is she awesome or what?
Slater smiled at the memory, and stroked his hard dick. He was going to miss both Pablo and Adele. Recently, Adele had toned down her wild ways, after supposedly finding religion. Adele turned Mormon, and now considered all the fun and wicked things she used to do with Slater and Pablo to be quite sinful. For this, and a few other reasons, Slater and Adele were no longer speaking.
Dammit, I’m alone again, Slater thought. He’d lost his girlfriend Adele and his boyfriend Pablo in the same month. Welcome to the bisexual man’s dilemma-filled world! The next morning, Slater felt like going to the gym, and as he went to take the O-Train to downtown Ottawa, he ran into his neighbor Suzanne Oliviers. The curvy, pretty-faced and lovely older lady seemed to be in a good mood. Slater, who had the blues after losing both Adele and Pablo, needed a pick-me-up. That’s why he let Suzanne talk him into skipping the gym and grabbing breakfast with her instead…
“Slater, a handsome man like you shouldn’t cry over spilt milk, you can have any woman or any man,” Suzanne told him, after he told her a vague story about a recent breakup. Slater looked at Suzanne, surprised by her words. The old bat had always been nosy. Slater chucked it up to her being a dame with nothing to do with her time. How much did Suzanne know about Slater’s life?
“You know a lot about me,” Slater said, and that’s when Suzanne flashed him a sexy wink, and laid her hand on his thigh. They were at the Tim Horton’s located on Bank Street. Slater looked at Suzanne, and saw that she was giving him the let’s-get-busy look. Slater leaned back in his chair and took a good look at Suzanne, who looked sexy in a red and White summer dress that emphasized her big butt and thick, pale legs. Granny is horny for a brother, Slater thought, amused.
“Slater, let’s not play games, I know you like both women and men, and I’m not here to judge, we’re both adults, I want you, that’s all,” Suzanne said, speaking plainly. Slater smiled and admired the lovely older woman sitting opposite him. On the Algonquin College campus, there are lots of hot young women but they like to string a brother along, ankara iranlı escort or play mind games, rather than straight up ask for the dick. Slater admired Suzanne’s directness…
“Well, Suzanne, I like the sound of that,” Slater replied, and Suzanne grinned in the manner of a cat about to pounce on prey. The two of them took an Uber back to Suzanne’s place, and when they got there, sexual fireworks happened. Suzanne was horny as can be and didn’t waste any time showing Slater what he’d been missing. The bisexual Jamaican stud evidently liked White women, and Suzanne was going to make Slater forget all about Pablo and Adele…
“Hmm, just relax and enjoy, handsome, I suck a mean dick,” Suzanne told Slater, as he lay on her bed, stark naked. Suzanne smiled at Slater, whose tall, broad-shouldered, dark-skinned and very masculine form caused her heart to skip a beat. Stripped down to her bra and panties, Suzanne licked her lips. The mature French Canadian BBW wanted to get herself some chocolate, and Slater didn’t mind giving it to her…
“Go for it, gorgeous,” Slater said, and Suzanne smiled, stroking his long dark dick before taking him into her mouth. Slater smiled at Suzanne as the old bat began sucking him off. Slater, a forthrightly bisexual, masculine brother from Jamaica has fucked and been fucked by women and men of all hues. Still, he had to admit that nobody sucks Black dick quite like a horny White woman. They’re the undisputed queens of the head game…
Suzanne Oliviers is an explorer of the sensual realms, and she cannot get enough of handsome, virile young men of non-European descent. African, Arab, Latino, Chinese, Indian, they’re all unique flavors of masculinity and Suzanne wants to taste them all. That’s why the curvy, big-bottomed, short-haired, sexy and freaky French Canadian BBW sucked Slater’s big Jamaican dick like there was no tomorrow. When Slater came, Suzanne drank all of his seed…
“How do you like me now?” Suzanne asked Slater, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand after sucking the hell out of his dick. The tall, dark and handsome bisexual Jamaican stud smiled at the curvy and freaky mature White woman. Although their differences were obvious, underneath it all, they were definitely birds of a feather. Slater licked his lips and looked at Suzanne, a woman whose sensuality was raw and pure, unlike the boring young gals at Algonquin College…
“Suzanne, I’m going to eat that pussy and smash that ass till you tap out,” Slater said, smiling, and Suzanne soon found out that he was a man of his word. Putting Suzanne on all fours, Slater spread her thick pale ass cheeks wide open and began fingering her butt hole while licking her pussy. Suzanne sighed happily as Slater began to give her aged but still sweet pussy the lick-down she deserved…
“Fuck me,” Suzanne sighed, after Slater took her to the edge of passion by stimulating her pussy and asshole with his fingers and tongue. Slater grinned and playfully smacked Suzanne’s big White ass. He rubbed his hard dick against her rump, and entered her with a swift thrust. Suzanne moaned softly, turned on by Slater’s passion and ardor as he vigorously slammed his dick into her pussy. The younger men like it rough, and so does Suzanne…
“Come ride me, gorgeous,” Slater told Suzanne as they switched positions. Suzanne grinned and happily straddled Slater. The younger man took her hand and brought it to his lips, and she licked her lips as he caressed her breast with one hand and smacked her derriere with the other. With a smooth thrust, Slater buried his dick inside Suzanne, who exhaled sharply then began riding him.
“Thank you, I needed that,” Suzanne told Slater, hours later, as she sprawled on the bed next to him. Suzanne looked at her lover, this tall, handsome, dark-skinned and masculine young man who loves women and men without fear or shame. He’d pounded her pussy harder and much more passionately than any lover in recent memory. Where did he find the energy?
Jamaican men are to die for, Suzanne thought, smiling at Slater, who’d already fallen asleep. This didn’t surprise Suzanne, who’d been known to sexually exhaust her lovers. Slater Woodson of Jamaican was just the latest young man to feel the full force of Suzanne’s sexual powers, that was all. Suzanne nodded with contentment, looking forward to more fun in the coming days with her new lover. She didn’t care if Slater was out there banging fellas and ladies left and right, as long as she got a piece of him…
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