It's clumsy, but I don't mind

It is pretty sexy to have a naked woman kneeling submissively at your feet; if you haven't had the chance to experience this, I strongly recommend it.

“Well? What are you waiting for, a handwritten invitation on gold embossed parchment?”

“I'm sorry, Master.” Her small hands timidly work at my belt buckle like she's never done this before. That may be true, but it doesn't stop her from pulling down my pants and boxers without any trouble at all. When she sees my cock spring free, she lets out a little gasp and I can't help feel a tingle of pride as stares at the stiffening shaft with wide-eyed wonder. “I don't have much experience with this kind-”

“Shut up!” I use a handful of Riya's think black hair to pull her face against my junk. She moans softly in a muffled protest and her nose wrinkles as she gets a whiff of my musky scent, but neither of those little things is worth making a big deal about. “Put your hands behind your back.” I instruct her not unkindly, “I want to feel those lips, not your pretty little hands.”

“Yes, Master.” She clasps her hands together behind her back and I make a mental note to get out the manacles I bought for Alison when we played these Master/**** scenarios. For that matter I may as well get the collar that comes with the set, this pretty Indian coed will even better with a collar around her neck.

It takes only the lightest pressure on the back of her head to get her to take me into her mouth; in spite of her earlier protests, it looks like Riya was a born whore, just like I told her she was.

“Good girl. You're a natural cock-sucking whore.” Riya must agree because even without any further instruction she takes even more of me into her mouth until she is gagging on the throbbing meat.

“That's a good,” I grunt in satisfaction. To be honest, Riya still has a lot to learn about sucking off a man. In time she'll learn to tease the crown of cock and run her tongue along the ridge of skin under the shaft, and most importantly to pay more attention to my responses to the little variations she is trying; once she learns how to do that, all she'll need is plenty of practice.

“Back in the day in America, white masters would always keep a colored girl around to serve them like this.” I guess this idea gets me a little excited because I push a little deeper into her throat causing Riya to pull off me coughing and spluttering strands of drool down her chin. I notice that her hands are still behind her back just where I told her to put them.

“Not just in the States, Sir.” Riya gasps as she tries to catch her breath. “In my part of the world, European colonists would regularly take native lovers.” Normally, I would have just shut her up with my cock in her mouth, but I pause long enough to let her educate me about this aspect of colonial Indian history. “Even after slavery was outlawed, just about every white man with any power or position took himself a Hindi woman to use whether she wanted it or not. It still happens today.”