I can't find a hymen

“Mr. Patterson,” Riya's precise British accent makes her protest sound that much better, “I swear I've never been with a man.”

“I'll know soon enough.” My finger pushes between her slick folds without any preamble. Luckily for her, the folds are slick with her juices from her earlier efforts so even though I can feel how tight she is, I slide in without any discomfort. What I don't find is any sign of her hymen. “You've been lying to me, you whore. You're nice and tight, but there's no sign of your maidenhead.” I pull back shaking my head in feigned displeasure.

“Wait!” Riya looks up at me from her back both surprised and confused, “Are you sure?” Her fingers reach down between her thighs, and she pulls open the pink petals of her womanhood. “Please! Check carefully, Sir. I've never been with a man, not like that.” Riya's sweet protests ring true, not that I really even care. Always a gentleman, I agree to take a closer look using the light on my phone to examine her as she lies there on her back holding herself open for me. Putting her in this humiliating position is what's important to me.

She may not still have a hymen, but I can see her pretty pink clit peeking from her folds. I find that I am more than a little curious about her sexual experience.

“What do you mean by 'like that' you slut?" I ask. “What did you do with your horny boyfriends?” Knowing that I had a young woman with this wealthy young woman's upscale family and conservative morals pleading with me to insect her pussy is pretty hot, but this situation is far from normal. I just walked in on my new servant fingering herself, and less than an hour ago I had been spanking her tight brown ass.

“I didn't have boyfriends, Mr. Patterson.” Riya seems to be talking as a way of dealing with her embarrassment. “I was too focused on my schooling to let myself be distracted by boys my age, but my Maths lecturer was in his thirties, and I needed his recommendation to get into an American college.” Riya tilts her head up so she can look me in the eye. “He was a chauvinist who didn't believe girls should read Mathematics.”

“What did it take to convince him?” Hearing the shy Riya recount this kind of boldness is pretty getting me as excited as fuck. She must have been pretty close to cumming before I interrupted her on her bed, because it is not long before my intimate examination gets her back to that same level of excitement.

“I teased him, Mr. Patterson. A shy smile here, a flash of leg there. It wasn't that hard.” She seems proud of her seductive skills. I remember students doing this to me when I was a new teacher, and could easily see this lucky man all hot and bothered by an adoring student.

“Is that all it took?” I pull my hand away to get a better look at her glistening slit still unable to find any definite proof of her chastity. “Or did this teacher expect a little more for his trouble?”

“He was married, Sir, but I could see he was tempted.” Her young body starts rocking with need with my fingers no longer stroking her. “When I finally got him alone in his car, I went for it.”

“Go on.”

“He drove me and my mate up a chess tournie in Mumbai, but Aadi's parents picked him up there, so it was just me and Mr. Patel on the trip back.” Riya gasps clearly having trouble concentrating as I probed deep inside her tight slit. She's tight, but I find no sign of her maidenhead. Between her little gasps, she continues. “We stopped at a fast-food place on the way home, in the parking lot I basically climbed into his lap and started snogging him.” By now, neither of us is even thinking about the excuse I gave for this intimate examination, she wants to cum, and I want to assert my dominance. Somehow even with my finger deep inside her, Riya is able to continue her story. “It didn't take long before he was pulling up my skirt and fingering me.”

“Did you let him fuck you?” I ask before touching her emerging nub with the tip of my tongue, “Did he pull you into the back seat and lick your sweet pussy like this and then break you in with his married Indian cock?” She tastes a little like chai, a totally different flavor than Alison's light juices or Fran's earthy tones.

“He couldn't, Sir.” Riya words were coming out now in breathy gasps, “we were in a well-lit parking lot where anyone might see.” Riya's hips are moving rhythmically in time with my tongue. “But things got pretty intense. Eventually I got down on my knees and sucked him as he sat with a map hiding my head.”

“So, this pervert got a blow job right there in the parking lot?”

“I knew it was wrong because he was married and all, but I really needed his recommendation.” Riya is right on the edge of her climax and describing how she seduced a happily married teacher made her even wetter. “He tried to stop me at first, Mr. Patterson, but I guess he must have liked it because it didn't take long before he was holding my head and squirting his seed right into my mouth.”

“But this Mr. Patel never fucked you?” I remember just in time that I am supposed to be checking for Riya's hymen. I pull her petals even further apart but see no sign of the ring of skin that might confirm her story.

“No, Mr. Patterson, I told you - I'm a virgin. But he did agree to write me the letter if I never told the school or his wife what we did.” Riya moans softly, and her pelvis rocks trying to find release, “I caught him watching me every so often after that, and saw the bulge in his trousers, but nothing ever came of it.” Her hand clutches my hair and pulls me back to her snatch, “Please, Mr. Patterson, I'm almost there.”