Gurjot Kaur, a graduate of Ottawa's very own Sprott School of Business at Carleton University, recently moved to the City of Montreal, Quebec. The City of Ottawa, Ontario, kind of sucks and many people prefer Montreal, Quebec, so that's cool. While there, Gurjot ran into her ex-boyfriend, Carleton University business alumnus and troublemaker Sebastien Jean-Claude. The two of them had a steamy romance during their halcyon days in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Some would say that was then, and that this is now. Not these two...
The City of Montreal, Quebec, has lots of lovely ladies but Sebastien likes a challenge. Gurjot had basically sworn off men after the end of her romance with Sebastien, choosing to focus on her work. She moved to Montreal to work for BMO as an executive. A reunion with Sebastien was more than Gurjot bargained for. Sebastien still finds Gurjot sexy and they rekindled their romance. The big and tall, dark-skinned Haitian Canadian fellow had a bet with Gurjot. The Montreal Canadiens versus the Ottawa Senators. The winner gets to fuck the loser in the ass...
"Rest in peace, asshole," Gurjot Kaur said with a nervous smile. Standing in front of the mirror, the short and curvy, brown-skinned and black-haired young Indian woman looked at her thick posterior and then sighed. Gurjot is no stranger to butt fucking but tonight's anal session was going to be a challenge. The time had come to settle the debt...with her ass. What the hell is going on here? Oh, just another fine example of what happens when certain ladies let their mouths get write checks that their asses cannot cash. Happens all the time, folks.
"Your ass looks better than I remember," Sebastien said, and Gurjot smiled and nodded. sebastien has always been a chaser of booty, and doesn't care about the race or gender that ass belongs to. Hell, Gurjot knows for a fact that Sebastien used to fuck her former roommate, a tall, bearded Sikh Indian gentleman named Dhaliwal. Gurjot is less than bothered by Sebastien's bisexuality than she is by his narcissistic tendencies. The tall, burly black man is charming but sort of lacks a conscience.
"You just love Indian booty, you don't care if it's female or male," Gurjot said almost reproachfully, and Sebastien grinned. He recalled how one time, Gurjot walked in on him fucking Dhaliwal, her old roommate. The tall, bearded Sikh Indian guy absolutely loved black dick and Sebastien didn't mind servicing him. Face down and ass up, that's the way Sebastien took Dhaliwal that time Gurjot caught them. The Indian dude had been moaning and groaning so loudly with Sebastien's big black cock up his ass that neither of them noticed Gurjot walking in on them.
"I am not gay," Dhaliwal burst out as Gurjot gasped upon finding her male roommate getting fucked by a black man. Sebastien grinned and pulled out of Dhaliwal. The tall Indian man winced as the black man pulled his big black cock out of him. Gurjot was shocked by what she saw, but she was also turned on. Lots of women watch gay male porn and Gurjot is one of them. The short Indian gal always suspected that her male roommate was into dudes. What happened that evening just confirmed.
"I don't judge, fellas, men fuck men, I get it, but I need to use the bathroom," Gurjot replied with feisty nonchalance. Dhaliwal looked embarrassed and practically ran out of the bathroom after pulling his pants back on. Sebastien on the other hand stood there, with his big black dick in his hand. Gurjot licked her lips and gave Sebastien a look of appraisal. The tall black man looked her up and down, then his grin turned downright wolfish.
"I don't discriminate, sexy lady, what I do for the fellas, I can also do for you," Sebastien said, and Gurjot shook her head, and waited until he tucked his cock back in and left the bathroom. As soon as Sebastien was gone, Gurjot pulled down her pants and panties, sat on the toilet and pissed, then took a deuce. Carleton University is a fine school, even though its admin are uptight and its security team needs diversification. The cafeteria food is the worst, though. Small wonder it had Gurjot on the can, groaning and farting. Oh well, c'est la vie!