She's passive - at first

“Do what you will, Colonel.” Riya soft sigh is accompanied by a passive spreading of her arms and legs. “I will endure what I must.” I can't help but smile as she turns her head to the side and waits for the inevitable. Alison and I played with this idea when she still lived with me. Her lying impassively as I fuck her; inevitably, once I got my cock deep in her young pussy, she'd start responding slowly at first and quite often I could get her to explode before I lost control myself. I wonder if Riya knows what she's in for.

“That's my good little fuck doll.” I laugh as I position myself over her slender body. “By the time I'm done with you, you'll be craving only white meat for the rest of your life.” There didn't seem to be any point to foreplay, after all I did just catch her fingering herself, so without any warning I positioned my cock against her tight pussy and rammed it as hard as I could into her.

“Take it, you brown ape.” I grunt as she whimpers softly, “I'm not even all the way in yet.” I didn't feel her hymen tear as I pushed into her, but she is amazingly tight, and I don't doubt for a second that I've just popped her cherry.

“Oh no!” Already, Riya's plan to just lay there passively is starting to look pretty shaky and I haven't even started fucking her yet. Her little fists clench tightly at the sheets as she braces herself for my further invasion.

“Oh, yes.” I echo back, “You Hindi bitches can't help but start squirming when a man gets a cock good and deep into you.” Then before she can protest, I pull back an inch or two and slam into her again without mercy. This time she does cry out and her back arches up against me and I know it's just a matter of time before she's pumping back against me.

“I hate you, you English devil.” I am a little ashamed to admit that her vitriolic hatred only added to the pleasure I was getting out of defiling this Indian princess. Once firmly planted inside her, a set my pace to a slow four strokes followed by a hard one-two rhythm. As I predicted it doesn't take long before Riya's arms are clinging to my neck and her knees lift around my hips.

“You seem to like my cock well enough.”

“Nooo ... I hate this ...” The vehemence is gone now and judging by the way her ankles have locked around my back and her pelvis is rocking we both know that this last protest is just for show.

I can feel my own control starting to slip; as close as Riya is to her climax I can probably hold back until she cums, but is it worth the effort?