Tearful acceptance

“Yes, Sir.” It is surprisingly arousing to see this elite exchange student reduced to a tearful mess. “I'm sorry, Sir.” I don't have to say anything, Riya now seems to have a much clearer understanding of her position. Her fingers tremble as she unbuttons her jeans and shimmies them over her slender hops.

“That's much better.” I smile in satisfaction. Even though her cheeks are streaked with running mascara and her pretty smile long gone, I'm even more worked up than ever. “Now that slutty top and your underwear.”

“I don't understand, Sir. Why are you doing this?” Her hands pause on the hem of her shirt, unwilling to expose herself but afraid to defy me again.

“Because I can, you Paki whore.” I chuckle eagerly, “I've bought your skinny brown ass for a down payment of $620 and $80 bucks a week, you can be sure I'm going to get my money's worth.” I can see Riya cringe when she hears the nasty hatred in my words.

“I'm not a whor -” she stops when she sees my hand come up again, and the top is pulled off without further fuss. She's catching faster than I expect for a young woman who grew up in a loving home surrounded by privilege and power.

“Of course you're a whore.” I laugh as I pull the white knit top from her hands and throw it behind her on the floor. “If you don't think so, you can try your luck on the streets, but I think we both know that you're far better off with me than some nigga pimp.”

“Please, I can't!” That last threat seems to hit a nerve, and she sinks to her knees in a lovely pose of submission. “You know I can't live like that.”

“Well, you'd better start sucking my cock, you colored bitch.” I lick my lips in anticipation. “If you don't suck me off like a pro, there's going to be some shit to pay.”

She looks up at me with her tear-filled eyes, “Yes, Master. I understand.” I don't really have much expectation for a skillful oral mouthfuck, not from this naïve Indian exchange student. As far as I'm concerned, the hottest part of this blowjob is knowing that there is no way under normal circumstances I'd ever have a chance at a studious coed like this with her modest nature and sheltered background.