Well, she is really tight ...

I'm not hung like a pornstar or those studs you read about in the on-line crap that people write, but I am a little bigger than average and to Riya's eyes my erection must look like a minotaur's monster member. Her almond-shaped eyes lower nervously at the sight, and perhaps unconsciously her smooth legs cross and her hands creep up to her breasts protectively. This sudden nervousness only makes me want her more; to my hungry eyes she looks like the perfect virgin sacrifice offering.

“Holy fuck I'm going to like this.” I pull apart her legs, once again exposing her shaved quim but this time it's not my tongue that will be parting those puffy brown lips.

“Wait.” Riya stops me as I climb between her legs. “I don't think this is right.”

“Oh, it's very right, Honey.” I whisper as I settle down on her slender frame. “I'm the master of this household, just like your father was back home. I will protect and provide for you just like he did for your servants.” To my surprise this is all it takes to bring her around.

“Yes, but there's a price for that protection, isn't there Mr. Patterson.” Relieved that we are seeing eye to eye on this matter I let her go on before taking what's mine. “You get me. You get my young tight body to use whenever and however you want. Oh Lord Brahman, you can do anything you like, and I can't stop you.”

I can't believe how willing this intelligent and well-educated young woman is to accept this new reality. I have always discounted the pseudo-science theories that claimed Asian culture breeds this kind of female submission into their women, but now I'm not so sure. Perhaps once Riya and I part ways I can find an obedient Muslim girl complete with headscarf and conservative values to corrupt. At the moment though, I have an important task to see to.

“That's right my little Indian princess.” I grin as I position the head of my cock just inside her well-lubed labia. “Your misfortune is my good luck. I'm going to pop this sweet cherry of yours and claim you as mine for as long as you want to live under my protections.” I start with a slow rocking motion, claiming her tight passage a fraction of an inch at a time with each careful forward push and then letting her take a breath before pushing even deeper into her. Sooner than expected, I come to the tight restriction of her hymen and pause until her wiggling stops and she looks up at me with a combination of apprehension and wonder. “Your pussy belongs to me now, do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.” Her face tightens into a slight wince as she feels me stretching her experimentally.

“Good.” I grunt, diliberately prolonging this moment so it will be branded in her memory forever. “If any of those college boys want a piece of this, they can't have it. Got it?”

“Yes, S -aaiiiggghh.” The theory goes that it is best for the girl if her first time is quick. To be honest, the only people I've ever heard say this were men, and we're a bunch of horny bastards, so who knows. Anyway, I ram through that sweet maidenhead so hard that that little membrane tears like a piece of wet tissue. I still don't know if is best for the girl this way, but it feels fucking amazing for the man.

I do stop and hold her as she quivers in my grip; she's whimpering softly but unable to do anything but hope her body will get used to the thick rod inside her. Damn that feels amazing!

“Are you alright?” Showing a little decency seems like the least I could do in return for being the one to pop her tight little cherry. I brush away a tear from her cheek and when she nods timidly, I start the slow rocking again letting her get used to having a man like this.