Yes, after an intimate inspection

“Mr. Patterson,” Riya's precise British accent makes her protest sound that much better, “I swear I've never had a man.” She pauses before adding an intriguing qualifier, “not inside me.”

“Well, we'll see soon enough.” To be honest I'm not sure I'd recognize a woman's hymen if I saw one, but that is hardly the point of this exercise. What I want is to establish that any act, no matter how invasive or embarrassing, is withing my rights as her Master. “Well? What are you waiting for, Girl, spread those pussy lips and let me see.” Under normal circumstances I cannot imagine that someone with Riya's proper upbringing and morals would let me get away with this, but this situation is far from normal. Less than an hour ago I had her bent over my kitchen counter as I belted her naked ass, and I just walked in on my new servant fingering herself **** for relief. To my delight, with a soft whimper of defeat, Riya reaches down between her legs and does exactly what I commanded her to.

I use the light on my phone to get the best possible look; and as she lies there on her back I return to her earlier qualification.

“What did you mean when you said, 'not inside.' you little slut?” I ask as I settle between her splayed thighs and hold the phone just inches from her parted labia. “Did you make your horny paki boyfriends rub their little brown cocks on your pretty pussy and cum all over your belly?” I straighten my fingers into a karate style knife-hand and run the edge of the blade up and down Riya's parted slit simulating what a penis might feel like rubbing her sex from the outside. The effect of my hand pressing against the sensitive nerve endings makes the poor young woman groan and lift her hips even as she clutches at my hand in a futile attempt to make me stop.

“Please, Mr. Patterson, it's not like that.” She may be protesting, but I can feel the heat of her juicy pussy and I know she's as horny as I am.

“No?” I pull my hand away to get a better look at her glistening slit. “Why don't you tell me about what the lucky boys back in your high school got to do.”

“It wasn't a boy, Mr. Patterson, it was my Maths lecturer.” Interesting, so this Indian sweetie has a history with older men. “I didn't really fancy him, and when he kissed me in his car, I thought I was going to be sick.”

“Go on, Riya,” the fingers of my left hand join hers holding open the folds while I gently tease the nub where her clit is with my other hand. “How did you end up in this teacher's car?” Making her recount this sexual experience as I stroke her is a little unfair, but it is pretty hot, and it suits my intended goal perfectly. If I had to guess, I'd say that she had been pretty close to cumming before I interrupted her on her bed, so it is not hard to get her back to that level of excitement.

“It was after a chess tournie in Mumbai,” Riya gasps clearly having trouble concentrating as I teased the folds around her clit. “We went to a restaurant by the coast ...aah ... then start snogging in his car by the beach.” 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. “That feels so good, Mr. Patterson.”

“Did he get you naked?” I ask before touching her emerging nub with the tip of my tongue, “Did he lick your sweet pussy like this?” She tastes like exotic spice, a totally different flavor than Alison's light juices or Fran's earthy tones.

“He couldn't, we were in the parking lot where anyone might see.” Riya's hips are starting to move rhythmically. “But things got pretty intense, and no matter how much I tried, I couldn't get him to stop.”

“So, this pervert groped you where anyone could see?”

“I was so shocked by the way he was kissing me that I didn't even realize that he had pulled up my skirt until he touched me down there, I tried to stop him. I knew it was wrong.” Left unsaid is the inherent wrongness of what I am doing, but Riya is right on the edge of her climax, and we both know it. “He made me suck him off, Sir, he said ... oh fuck ... he said if I didn't do it, he'd take his chances forcing me right there in the parking lot.”

“But he never fucked you, did he?” I remember just in time that I am supposed to be checking for Riya's hymen. I pull her petals even further apart and in her pink recesses I see what could well be the ring of skin that confirms her story. “I can still see your hymen, just waiting for a man to breach it.”

“I expect he would have in time, Mr. Patterson. But when we got back to the school, the headmaster was waiting for us.” Riya moans softly, and her pelvis rocks trying to find release, “It turns out that I wasn't the first young schoolgirl Mr. Patel had done this with; the headmaster sacked him on the spot.” Her hand clutches my hair and pulls me back to her snatch, “Oh please, Mr. Patterson, I'm almost there.”