Head back home

“Go get cleaned up, Miss Kapadia.” I tell her as I zip up with a contented smile on my face. Even if this is all I get from this pretty little exchange student I'd be pretty satisfied, but I know I'm going to get a lot more than sloppy blow jobs.

“Really?” Clearly, Riya is expecting me to demand more from her too. “Is that it?”

“For now. We'll figure out your full list of duties when we get home.” She touches the glob of semen dripping from her quivering lip. “Go get cleaned up, you're a mess.”

“Yes, Sir.” I watch as Riya gathers up the clothes scattered all over the floor and scurries into the hotel bathroom. It doesn't take long before I hear the 'squeak' of the hot water facet and know that she's in the shower. I wander into the dirty bathroom and check out my new pet as she washes up.

“Hey!” She covers herself with her hands, still clearly thinking that she has the right to hide her body from me. “How about some privacy?”

“You don't get privacy.” I snap coldly, “Your brown-skinned body belongs to me now. I paid enough to see your little titties whenever I want to.”

“Yes, Master.”

I had played Master and **** games with Alison several different times including but not limited to John Norman's world of Gor and a pretty Victorian English woman captured by Ottoman Turks and sold in an auction to a lusty Mohammadian eager to defile a proud Christian virgin. But Riya's sensitivity about her skin tone opens up all sorts of other possibilities.

I stayed for the rest of the shower watching her as she hurriedly finished cleaning up. I already pushed things way more than I ever thought I would when Alison first led this pretty Indian coed to meet me at the Blue Crab. Not that she seemed to object too much, not even when I had her gagging on my dick. In fact, she is the one that brought that whole race thing into the mix - and called me 'Master' too.

“About time.” I grumble when she steps out of the shower wrapped in the cheap motel towel. Actually, Alison's showers would often last three or four times longer, but I'm pretty sure that's because she quite often took advantage of the pulsing showerhead I had installed to get herself off. More than once I considered getting a spycam to see exactly what she was up to, and now that Riya is going to be using that shower the idea sounds better than ever.

“I'm sorry, Sir.” For some reason, Riya looks even more embarrassed standing here wrapped in too-small towel than she did completely naked on the bed with my cum all over her face. I like the timid student look a lot, even better than the 'young whore leading her John to a cheap hotel' thing I had going on before.

“Well, OK then.” I let her pull her jeans back on and what was left of the designer tee-shirt before leading her back down the stairs to the parking lot. Luckily for Riya there was no one to see her shame, and once in the car she scooted as low as she could in the seat so none of the passing motorists could see the shape she was in.

Once home, I sent her up to her small bedroom as I settled down in front of the TV. This was a pretty fantastic first day with my new tenant, I can only wonder what tomorrow might bring.