Dessert, of course!

By the time the water stopped where she had started soaking the dishes in the kitchen and Tiana reappeared, crawling on all fours, I had my phone out and recording.

"What the fuck?" she said, throwing her hands in front of her face.

"Does a wetback bitch deserve privacy?" I demanded.

The moment stretched between us like web on the point of breaking. I felt that influence push hard; I kept my gaze on the one eye peeking between her fingers until something gave.

"No, Papi," she said. "Wetbacks don't deserve privacy."

"Wetbacks deserve to be filmed being bitches in heat," I said, making sure I drove the point home.

Tiana's hands fell from in front of her face. "We deserve to be filmed being...being bitches in heat."

"Good," I said. Before she could relax, I pushed further. "Do bitches wear clothes?"

"What?"

"Do you see many bitches panting around wearing clothes?"

"...No."

I didn't even say anything. After a hesitation, she visibly steeled her nerves and lifted her dress off in one slow, smooth motion. I normally would have taken the time to savor her gorgeous bottom-heavy body as it was revealed to me, but I had more in store. And in any case, this was being filmed. I could watch it later.

"Panties, too. Naked means naked. I thought you understood English."

Tiana's jaw dropped. Was that a step too close to actual racism? But a moment later she let loose a sound from deep in her gut, something feral and full of want, and her thumbs hooked in the waistband of her panties. The little frilly pink things were almost entirely soaked a hot red, and her arousal slicked her thighs despite--or because of--her humiliation. She started to pull them down, but I made a motion with my finger, and she complied, shuffling around to present her ass to me.

Some moments you know to hold in your mind as defining, where you can feel dominoes tumbling. As I watched the panties slip lower, revealing tantalizing inches of round, firm ass, as she bent lower and the panties clung to her drenched pussy peeking out as though in invitation, I knew I wasn't going to be able to resist any dark urges. I was going to ruin this coed in any way I could think of. And in the process, become the type of man that ruined coeds within hours of meeting them, using my new power ruthlessly, selfishly.

I should have been more ashamed. I shouldn't have been so eager, so impatient to really get started.

"Crawl to me," I ordered, and, with her panties still around her knees dragging against the floor, she started in my direction.

"I'm not like this," she said, and it was obviously true; a girl who had done this before wouldn't be crawling so stiff and unsexy. "But something about this, about...us..."

"Bitches don't speak," I said. I wasn't about to lead her on that there was an us. "But I'll be nice. Stuff your panties in your mouth now, and I'll let you spit them out when I want you to answer a question."

She had stopped short, and didn't seem sure whether to be offended or turned on. She hadn't obeyed, which told me enough.

"What's wrong? I thought you liked taco juice."

"Fuck that is gross," she said, but she was already sliding her panties off one ankle, off the other. She balled up the panties and shoved them into her mouth until they puffed out her cheeks and peeked out between her lips. The revulsion on her face at my escalating comments was real, but it was a strange kind of revulsion--euphoric. Nothing felt as good as being revolted by me. She wanted nothing more.

And I was ready to give it to her.

"That's right. Give them a good suck. Tacos for dinner, taco for dessert. You spics really know how to live." She glared up at me, but seemed unaware of the way her thighs squeezed together to try to rub her cunt. "Heel, little bitch. Heel, and you'll get another tasty treat."

She started crawling again like she had before.

"You'd think since all you brown cunts are such whores you'd know how to turn a man on. I want to see that ass sway. Make me follow it with my eyes. Arch your back to present it properly. That's it. Make yourself porn for me."

I stroked my cock as she obeyed, swinging her hips with her ass raised in the air as if begging for cock. The fire in her eyes told me there was no as if. She was **** to be used by now, in the same way I would burst into flame if I didn't let loose. She wanted what I was doing to her, even if she couldn't anticipate what I had planned.

When she was at my feet, she kept swinging her hips, not so much like tail wags, but to keep my eyes on those spankable cheeks. Her head rested against my leg, her eyes on my cock, where precum was drooling.

"Spit out the panties. Suck me hard, and I'll show you what happens to spic bitches."

I wasn't completely being honest. I was hard as I had ever been. But I'd felt her mouth on me once before, and I wasn't about to miss the opportunity now.

And I didn't.