That's what I want.

“Damn, that's what I want.” When it comes right down to it, I'm not all that different from those lecherous old men that Riya was complaining about. I could just imagine what might happen to a pretty Hindi student like Riya if she fell into the hands of the wrong man.

“What!?!” Riya's whisper is almost inaudible, but I can still hear the shock and horror in her response. I consider slapping her again for her stupidity, but instead simply grab her by her thick black hair and **** her head back so I have her complete attention.

“Tell me what would happen if one of those men that you and your mates liked to tease with your rolled up skirts and unbuttoned blouses would have done if he could have gotten his hands on you.”

“He would have **** us to have sex with him ... he would assume we were sluts and he'd **** us.”

“But you've not a slut. You've never slept with anyone, right?” I ask grinning in anticipation. “You and your classmates were all still virgins.”

“That would have only made those disgusting hypocrites want us more, Mr. Patterson.” A little of the earlier fire returns to Riya's voice. “Did you know the Koran promises 50 Hindu virgins waiting in heaven to any Muslim man who dies in Jihad?” I've heard this before, although without the qualifier of the girls' religion, but I suspect that this one line was latched on to by the Hindu priests to add to the distrust between the two peoples.

“Well, I certainly don't need 50 virgins,” I shrug off this comment and return to the topic at hand. “But if I were one of those Muslim men, I'd certainly want someone like you to warm my bed at night.”

“Please, Mr. Patterson.” Riya looks up at me with the hint of tears at the corners of her brown eyes. “I'll let you sleep with me, but I don't want to think about those bearded old creeps.”

“Go upstairs and get on my bed, whore.” Now that I know this is what Riya most fears, I'm definitely going to use it. “I am going to praise Allah for sending me such a pretty prize, and then I'm going to teach you how a real man fucks a teasing young Hindi slut like you.” For a moment, I think that I've finally gone too far, but with a soft sniffle Riya climbs back to her feet and scampers for my bedroom.

I wait as long as I can, but it probably isn't much more than a minute before I follow her to my room. To my delight, she is waiting for me exactly like I told her to, completely naked and perched nervously on the edge of my bed.

“Please, Sir.” The pretty coed can't even lift her eyes to meet mine. “Don't do this ... I'm not a whore. I swear, I've never had sex with anyone.”

“Allah be praised!” I laugh coarsely as I remember her scathing remarks. “That is even better.” This was even hotter than my first time with Alison. And unlike back then, I have been taking my pills daily, so I should be good for at least a couple more times with this slender, brown-skinned beauty.