Enter quietly

All my plans to take this slow and careful seem pointless now. This lovely Indian college student is clearly not as innocent as I first imagined - not if having her ass smacked brings her to masturbating in her room. I have to admit I am more than a little interested in the few words I could make out through the door too and decide that waiting any longer is pointless. I open the door silently and see the young woman still naked on her narrow bed with one hand between her legs and the other twisting at her small breast. Riya's eyes are closed so I can watch undiscovered as her mouth opens wide and she gasps for air.

Unlike Alison, this little slut has no trouble pleasing herself and less that thirty second after I enter her room her body jerks in a silent orgasm. Only after the peak is well passed, does she realize I've been in the room watching her cum. Instead of the shock and anger I deserve, I see her face fill with shame and confusion, and I know I have her.

“Well, that was quite a show.” I shake my head almost sadly, “I never imagined that a well-raised, religious young woman like you would be such a slut.” This at last gets a reaction from her.

“I'm not a slut!” Her hands move belatedly to cover her private parts, and if I gave her time to regain her senses, her embarrassment could well turn into that anger I was expecting. Instead, I go on the offensive.

“Next I'll be finding you with a boy, whoring in my house.”

“No Mr. Patterson, I don't even have a boyfriend.” I remember Riya telling me this when we first met, but I honestly only half-believed her at the time. How could someone this cute not have guys all over her?

“That's even worse.” I growl, “as needy as you clearly are, you probably jump from one one-night-bang to the next.”

“No, Sir! I've never ... I'm still a virgin.” Even after everything I've learned about her, this bit of good news stuns me into silence for a few seconds. Luckily the admission seems to have broken her will as well and we are at a momentary impasse until I resume the attack on her morality.

“Bull shit!” I point my finger at where she is hunched on the narrow bed. “You know the consequences for lying in this house, young lady.” At the mention of punishment, Riya's face goes pale.

“I'm not lying, Sir. I swear by all the gods!”

“Prove it.” Is my immediate response; this is a fucking no-lose opportunity for me. “Spread your legs right now and let me examine your so-called tight little pussy.” If this pretty coed still has her hymen, I'll know for sure that I'm going to be the first man to pop that cherry, if she doesn't, I have the perfect reason to 'punish' her while she's stretched out naked here on her tiny bed. Judging by the look of shock and dismay on Riya's face, hymen or no, I'm inclined to believe she really is a virgin. Before she has time to think, I pull her to the edge of the bed and get down on my knees between her splayed thighs.