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“Oh, don't worry, my little Hindi slut.” I chuckle as I take lay down on the narrow bed by her side and push her head downwards. “I know exactly what kind of girl you are now, and I'm for damn sure going to take you like the whore you are.” I had intended to wait a little longer, but an offer like that is too good to turn down, but first I want her mouth.

“Please Mr. Patterson,” Riya protests softly even as her mouth approaches my dick and I feel her hot breath on its length. “I'm not a whore. I'm a proper young woman.”

“You used to be a 'proper young woman' Riya; now you're my proper young slut.” With that final crude assessment, I press her head down the last few inches and she obediently opens her mouth to take me in. As she bobs up and down on my cock, I continue to remind her of her place in my house. “You're a penniless foreigner with no one to turn to but me. Furthermore, you got this position under false pretenses; you lied to me about your skills.” It is hard to see the expression on the Indian woman's face, but I think my cruel assessment has her close to tears. “And then, after I spanked your little brown ass, I find you in your room putting your fingers where only I should be touching.” This last bit gets a reaction from her because she lifts her head off of me long enough to apologize.

“I'm sorry, Mr. Patterson.”

“I don't want your pathetic apologies, Miss Kapadia.” I push her face back against my cock rubbing her cheeks and pretty nose with the saliva covered stick. “about the only thing you are good for now is to use to relieve the sexual frustration I get from checking out your hot little brown body. Do you understand me?” The rest of my clothes join the khakis on the floor and her dark eyes flicker between my hard eyes and even harder penis.

“Yes, Mr. Patterson.” I think she is starting to understand that her life with me was not going to be all roses and chocolates. She whimpers softly when I push her face down on the bed and climb on top of her slender body, but doesn't protest or try to fight the inevitable.

“Are you going to be a good girl now?” Her body tenses under mine when she feels her legs spread wider and I position my cock against the slick folds of her flower.

“Yes, Sir.” Once I get the head of my cock started at the right angle, I take both her small hands in mine and hold her firmly as this next part is likely to be a little painful for her.

Alison and I had played out variations of the 'deflowering' scenario so many times that you'd think I'd be almost bored with virgins, but this was different, I really will be popping Riya's cherry, and as thin-hipped as she is I'm expecting her pussy to be extra tight even with all the lubrication from our foreplay.

I'm not at all deterred by the soft sniffling I hear from Riya as I begin to rock forward. If anything, knowing that she is letting me fuck her only because of the situation she has fallen into makes me want this even more. Under normal circumstances the chance of our paths crossing is almost zero, and even if I had met this promising undergraduate at some college function, there is no way I'd be getting into her pants. But, with a little planning on my part and a small expenditure of cash, I'm in a position where this poor thing can do nothing more than lie there and let me fuck her virgin pussy.