Riya takes the lead

We barely make it through the kitchen and into the living room before Riya drops to her knees and gazes up at me with undisguised excitement in her sparkling eyes. From what I knew about Riya's conservative upbringing, I was expecting a proper young woman, not an eager little slut, not that I'm complaining.

“Did you make Alison kneel like this?” Riya bites her lip before running her hands on her thighs. “She told me that you made her serve her as a ****, is that what you want, Sir.” Her dark eyes meet mine unflinchingly. “A brown-skinned house **** to use for your perverse desires?” Before I can even answer, she pulls her tee-shirt over her head and wiggles out of the tight designer jeans and panties until she is completely naked. She is not in the least bit ashamed.

“What are your plans for your slavegirl, Master?” Riya spreads her legs even wider, and I notice with interest that she is completely hairless from her shoulders down. “Is it time for this lowly native girl to become a woman?”

“Soon enough, my dear.” My laughter comes surprisingly easily, this young woman is full of surprises. “I think though, I'll start by trying out your pretty mouth.” She is after all, already on her knees and in the perfect position to suck me. “Put your hands behind your back, you worthless Indian tart, only your plump lips get to touch my scepter.”

“Yes, Master.” Riya promptly clasps her hands together and leans forward so her face is only inches from my crotch. “I'll do my best, Sir.” It takes almost no time to undo my belt and drop my pants and I see Riya lick her lips in anticipation when she sees how hard I am.

“You'd better.” I warn her, “If I feel even a hint of your teeth, I'm going to slap you into tomorrow.” Once my khakis are around my ankles, I place my hands in her hair and rub my member all over her face. As I grind my junk against her soft cheeks, Riya tries to capture it with her mouth, but I am not interested in making this easy for her. “Do you like my cock, whore?” I demand coarsely, “How does my white cock compare to your old teacher's.”

“It's so much bigger, Sir.” I wonder if Riya knows what men like to hear, or if that pedophiliac lecturer of hers really did have a stubby little pencil dick. “I don't think I'll be able to swallow it all.” She takes advantage of my momentary pause to wrap her lips around my swollen cockhead and a wave of pleasure pulses from my already throbbing member. She pulls back momentarily, dark eyes whirling and spittle dripping from her mouth.

“You taste good, Mr. Patterson.” Her tongue traces the ridge that runs along the underside of the shaft before flickering carefully over the pee slit. “Are you going to pulse your seed all over my face, Master, or hold my head so I have to swallow every drop?”