It's kinda interesting

“I thought the Brits apposed slavery.” What little I know about this is from conversations with the American History teacher during lunch, but I'm pretty sure about this.

“They outlawed it in the early 1800's, Sir,” Riya pauses mouthing me long enough to answer. Her eyes looking up at me from her knees with my cock brushing against her cheek spoke volumes and I knew enough about human nature to fill in the missing pieces.

“But that didn't stop your white masters from taking what they wanted, did it?” She shakes her head 'no' and takes my cock in her mouth again. Damn that feels good, but I'm intrigued by this development and pull her off me with a jerk. As much as I'd like to nut in her mouth, taking the time to remind Riya that her people have been subjugated many times seems worth it. Besides, it's far more interesting to learn about this history of exploitation from a naked young woman kneeling at my feet, than a balding 40-year-old AP teacher who spent his spare time researching FRQs for his classes.

“I bet those colonial masters liked having pretty Hindi sluts like you in their beds.” Riya blushes and nods her head shyly.

“They had all sorts of legal names for it, Mr. Patterson, but it all amounted to the same thing; white men owning and using brown-skinned natives.” Her hands come from behind her back, and she strokes me as she speaks. Technically I should punish her for using her hands, but it feels good, and does allow me to have a conversation without her words being muffled by my cock. “The Brits weren't as bad as the Portuguese or the Muslims though.” I vaguely remember that Islam spread as far East as India, and it is not hard to imagine what those fierce warriors would want from the newly subjugated territory. “When the Malmuks took cities, they slaughtered the men and enslaved the women, especially the young virgins.”

“Like you ...” The words dangle for almost five seconds before I finish the thought. “If I was a Mohammadian warrior, I'd teach you exactly what a man does to a captured prize.”

With that thought fresh in my mind I push her head back down on my cock. “Suck it you Hindi whore.” I growl. “Suck that white meat if you want to live.” Perhaps it is because I had been so firm with her before, or maybe she is imagining herself back in those ancient times too, but for whatever reason Riya returns to her blowjob with a renewed intensity that feels almost ****.

It does not take long before I am holding her head firmly as jet after jet of my cum fill her mouth. What this blowjob lacked sophistication and finesse, it more than made up for by Riya's eagerness to satisfy my sudden lust. The amount of semen must have caught Riya by surprise, because although she is able to swallow some of it, a good deal more ends up dribbling down her chin and onto her naked tits. Satisfied with my efforts I push her off me and smile down to where my new 'servant' is gasping for breath on the floor.

“That's just what those Muslims invaders did, Mr. Patterson.” Riya wipes away a blob of cum from the corner of her mouth as she looks up at me. “That and so much worse.” It is tempting to follow up by lifting her to her feet and bending her over my couch, but there is no need to rush things, I have all the time in the world with this pretty exchange student.

“That's why, even today, we hate those hypocritical assholes.” The unmasked contempt in Riya's tone surprises me, this is different side of the usually demure Indian. “They complain about us Hindus being immoral, but they're the ones who keep staring at my mates and I, and it was their ancestors who **** and sold mine as sex slaves all over the middle east.”