Face fuck her

It's clear to me that if I'm going to get any deep-throat action that I'm going to have to show Riya what to do. The best position for an inexperienced woman to do this is for her to be on her back with her head tilted off the edge. This straightens her throat so a man's cock can go in much like a sword-swallower is able to do his act. Riya is confused at first as I pull her off of me and push her onto the bed without even a word of explanation, but she lets me position her like one of those life-sized sex dolls you see advertised all over porn sites.

What I have here is a hundred times better than one of those sex-dolls, and I didn't have to spend thousands of dollars to get it. She starts to understand when I spread my legs wide, so my junk level with her face and I rock forward until my scrotum is resting on her pretty nose. I finally break the silence.

“Open up, you colored whore.” With a hint of a whimper, she does exactly that. This time when I push into her mouth, I go all the way in. She still gags, but not as much as before and because of the new position there is nothing stopping me from pushing all the way down her throat. I never did anything like this with my wife, but before Alison moved out, she got pretty good at deep throating me and if I'm going to have myself a colored **** to fuck, this is a skill I'll expect her to master.

After maybe twenty seconds I pull out to make sure Riya can catch her breath, but when I see her start to say something, I silence her by shoving my cock back where it belongs.

“You don't talk.” I tell her, “Not unless I ask you a question.” Of course, even if I had asked her a question, she wouldn't be able to say anything because my cock is moving back and forth with greater urgence. There is something deeply wrong with the sense of excitement I get as I face-fuck this sweet Indian exchange student. It feels so good to have her laying like this on her back gagging on my cock that I have to remind myself to pull out every so often so she can catch her breath.

It's wrong on so many different levels - and because of that it is less than two minutes into this new position that I explode into her mouth. If Riya was more experienced, she'd just let my cum slide down her gullet into her belly, but instead she chokes a good part of it up until it pours out of her lips and down over her face.

“Good job you dirty slut.” It really was. For her first time deep throating a man Riya did OK, all it will take now is practice - lots of practice. “Did you like pleasing your new master like that?” I doubt, raised as she was in that sheltered upper-class family surrounded by servants in a walled in mansion with her private schools and country-club social life, that this naive young woman ever thought she'd end up like this.

“Please, Mr. Patterson ... I've never done anything like this before.” I ignore the fact that she didn't answer my question, there will be time enough later to train her up, right now I want to make sure she doesn't try to make a break for it and go to the police.

“You did good.” I tell her as I sit her up on the lumpy motel bed, “I can't wait to spread your legs and take your pussy just like I fucked your mouth.” When she doesn't protest, I know I have her. The only question I have now is when and how do I want to pop this Indian cherry?