Establish new expectations

“Well now, Miss Kapadia.” I chuckle as I stand up and look down at her as she wiggles on the narrow bed. “I wasn't sure at first, but I think we both know what kind of girl you are. You might still have your cherry, but it's only because of dumb luck.” I had intended to wait a little longer, but after this display I decide to make my intentions clear. “You're my personal attendant, in fact I'm going to use you any time I want, you brown whore.”

“Please Mr. Patterson,” Riya protests softly, pulling her knees up and covering her body as best she could with her hands. “I showed you my vagina; you saw, I'm not a whore. I'm a proper young woman.”

“You used to be a 'proper young woman' Riya; now you're my proper young slut.” With that final crude assessment, I pull her arms up exposing her naked body again and remind her of her place in my house. “You're a penniless foreigner with no one to turn to but me.” I'm stretching the truth a little, but she doesn't know that. “Furthermore, you got this position under false pretenses; you can't cook worth shit.” It is hard to see the expression on the Indian woman's face, but I think my cruel assessment has her close to tears. “And then, after I spanked your little brown ass, I find you in your room putting your fingers where only a man should be touching.” This last bit gets a reaction from her because she turns her head away in shame.

“I'm sorry, Mr. Patterson.”

“As far as I can tell, the only thing you're good for is fucking.” I pause long enough to grab one of her little tits and squeeze it hard, “and I'm not even sure about that.” This poor girl has been on the edge of an orgasm now going on ten minutes and the desperation is all too easy to see.

“Please ...”

“Oh, Please what?” I laugh, “I've heard that the first thing tourists do when they get to Asia is find a little, brown-skinned slut to warm their beds. Are you saying you're too good for me?”

“No ...”

“Good.” I grunt and pull my hand away leaving this pretty Hindi coed right on the cusp of a climax. With a cruel chuckle I down my pants. “Get down on your knees and suck me like you sucked that Math teacher of yours. If you do a good job, we'll see about getting you off too.”