Nigerian Nightmare

His name was Hakeem Oladeji. He was a thirty-six year old Nigerian, who'd lived in America for the past decade. He'd originally come over as an employee of an oil and gas conglomerate, but he'd come to prefer being his own boss, and Yusuuf gave him carte blanche over the stores in the outlying suburbs.

He looked at the slender, classy blonde woman across the table from him. She was nervous and excited. He could tell, looking in her eyes, that she'd been through a rough patch.

And indeed, Julia was very skittish. She'd finally asked Elizabeth to set her up on a date, and she picked this 6'5 Nigerian. He was well-educated, very-mannered, very poised. But Julia always thought back to when she was a teenager. She'd had a nightmare of this large, dark figure over her, ominous, powerful. She awoke before she penetrated her, but it'd always given her a healthy fear of Black men. She'd fucked Jamaar, but that was under the inducement of narcotics. Could she do it without that crutch?

They chatted throughout dinner, with Hakeem doing most of the talking. He had thick accent that took Julia awhile to parse. But when he invited her up to his condo, she accepted. His place was well-apportioned, deep rich mahogany furniture, thick carpet, and lots of art from his home country. The spare bedroom held only a prayer rug.

He took the liberty of kissing her, his large lips pressing against her thinner lips, his tongue pushing inside her, rousing her senses. Her bubblegum pink nipples instantly stiffened, and her deprived pussy moistened from the mere kiss. His hands roamed her body, stripping her easily. She returned the favor, undoing the buttons on his shirt. He was strong and lean, with a firm, tight ass and a meaty cock that was over nine inches in length.

"Oh Hakeem ... oh," Julia whimpered. She fell to her knees, breathing in his musk. Tom had been a sweet man that was endowed, but ridiculously premature. Douglas was a deviant that could last, but his self-destructive nature made him unsuitable. But Hakeem ... she kissed his heavy balls, her small white hands clutching at his hips. She lapped up to his large cockhead, starting to unsuccessfully attempt to suck him off. He let her struggle for twenty minutes, watching her devote herself completely to him, to subsume her needs to his pleasure. Then he lifted her up and placed her onto his bed.

"You're a pretty woman, Julia. A prize fit for conquest," Hakeem said, his heavy cock slapping against Julia's clit, causing her toes to curl.

"T-thank you Hakeem. Oh fuck ...." she whined as his cockhead rubbed against her sensitive clit. She clapped her hand over her mouth as she had her first orgasm.

"But I need more of you, you know. I need you devout. I need you to surrender," he said, looking into her eyes with each word. Julia blinked, her eyes suddenly wet.

"Y-y-yes Hakeem. I know what is expected of me," she said.

"Good," he said, grunting as he pushed into her, burrowing his thick cock into her ready cunt. After he seated fully inside her, he started to drill her pussy, making her his own. And Julia's life entered a new phase. And she knew now that nightmare was a dream -- a portent of what she needed in life, her foundation.