A darker side of modern Indian politics

“There's a lot of that kind of stuff in India, Mr. Patterson.” My cock is as hard as ever as I look down at where my latest tenant is kneeling between my knees, but I have to admit my interest is piqued.

“Yeah, but not like our 'I grab them by the pussy' former president.”

“Probably worse, Sir.” I see Riya's eyes flicker towards her phone. “I can show you some pictures the tabloids got if you like.”

Less than a minute later she finds the picture she's looking for on the internet. A familiar looking white-haired gentleman is standing in front of a kneeling young woman who looks both scared and confused.

“Is that who I think it is?” Riya nods silently with a smug grin on her face.

“I told you, Mr. Patterson.” Her big brown eyes lift to meet mine shyly. “He pretends to be as austere and celibate as Ghandi himself, but a free-lance photographer caught him with this girl in his hotel room.”

“That takes balls.”

“Not in India, Mr. Patterson.” Riya shakes her head slowly. “Just about every politician does it; a couple of them even came to my school. They said they were offering internships, but they only interviewed the fittest girls, and it was clear what those pretty interns would be doing.”

“No way. You went to an elite private school.” Riya nods and her smile gets even broader.

“That's right, Sir. Nothing like a posh private-school girl on your arm to make the other Rajya members take notice.” There is a pause in the conversation as I guide her mouth back to my cock and enjoy the feeling of her warm mouth sucking on me. The thought of being able to select a lovely schoolgirl to act as my personal fluffer though is too good to drop.

“Oh yeah, I bet you would have made a perfect little intern, with a mouth like this.”

“Don't tease, Mr. Patterson.” Riya pulls away long enough to object to my praise. “Men like that want pretty girls.” I don't have any patience for this and without any warning I pull her back to my rod and push deep into her mouth.

“No more bullshit, Miss Kapadia.” I growl as I grip her by her thick dark hair. “The next words I want to hear from you is 'thank-you, Sir for filling my mouth with your cum.' You got that?” Her soft moan and the renewed effort at sucking lets me know I made my point. In spite of what she thinks, if I were some political bigwig who could go into some elite school and take my pick of the students, I would definitely consider adding someone like Riya to my personal staff. In fact, this nasty little idea has me gripping her head even more firmly and I'm getting turned on even more.