Start with a single finger

“Oh, Mr. Patterson ... that was amazing!” It is almost a minute after Riya's climax, and I am still down between her thighs when my Indian tenant is finally able to speak. “I've never come close to anything like that when I use my fingers.”

“We're just getting started, Sweetheart.” I warn her as I run a single digit along the clean-shaven lips of her pussy, “I'm going to make you feel so good by the time I'm done that you'll never go back to masturbating in the dark.”

“Aren't you going to ... you know ... aren't you going to use me?”

“I will, Honey. I promise, but I like taking my time, if that's OK.”

“I guess ... Oh!” Riya's exclamation of surprise is in response to my finger sliding into her tight slit. She's wet and hot, but in spite of that really tight.

“I like that I'm the first man to touch you here.” There is something in the way that Riya whimpers that makes me reevaluate the situation. “I am the first, right? Or have you let some horny boyfriend finger you up in the back seat of his car?”

“It wasn't a boy, Sir.” Riya gasps as I start fucking her with my finger, “It was my Maths lecturer, back in India.” I was a little disappointed that I wasn't her first, but at least I won't have the guilt that could come with 'dishonoring' her in her family's eyes.

“Really?” A little bit of meanness slips out in spite of my best intentions to make sure this was good for her. “Did you fail a test or something, and then offer to let him pop your cherry in exchange for a good grade?” I had played out that particular scenario with Alison on several occasions and it just never got old. Maybe I'll have Riya act out her first encounter with me tonight.

“No Mr. Patterson, I'm still a virgin.” I pause in confusion wondering how any man could get this close to Riya's pretty brown pussy and not fuck it. “I guess he thought I liked him. Well, I guess maybe I did like him because when he asked me one day to stay after school and help him decorate his room, I was excited to help. Late in the day when we were alone, he pinned me to the wall of his classroom and kissed me ... with his tongue.” The words come out as a needy groan, but I think that is more because of the way I am fingering her than the memory. “When I didn't do or say anything he just kept taking it further. He felt me up under my skirt just like what you're doing.” Riya's eyes are tearing up as she relates what happened. “The next day he didn't even ask, he kept me after school and this time he made me give him a blowjob before he let me leave, but that's it, I swear.”

“He didn't fuck you?” Now that I know it's there, I think I can feel her hymen stretching around my finger, and I'm extra careful not to rupture it - not yet and certainly not with a finger.

“I'm sure he wanted to, Sir, but we got found out before he could go all the way.” Her back arches up again like it did when I was licking her and I'm pretty sure she's getting closer to another orgasm.

I can feel her inner muscles clenching my finger like a milking machine on a cow's teat and if I don't stop now, she's definitely going to climax again.