Aisha

Aisha was a 20-something Pakistani girl who had been flown out to America, requesting asylum as the war with India had destroyed her home, and most of her home-town. She had nice T and A, a strong reason to request migration (which was desirable as it generally meant obedience), and spoke some English already. This, and the fact that Arab girls were in much shorter supply than Latinas and Asians, meant she had a good chance of being accepted, and as such was flown out and invited to interview.

The interview room was spacious, and mostly consisted of a desk area, and a couple of large sofas. When you walked in she was sat nervously waiting for you on the sofa. "Aisha, I'm Mr Smith, Chief Admissions Officer for San Francisco, but you will call me master. I'm the man that decides whether you get to stay or if we send you home" you told her, taking a seat. "I have some questions for you. Firstly, what are your domestic skills like?" you asked her.

"I can cook, I can clean, and I can... I don't know the word sorry, make and fix clothes. I wasn't married in Pakistan, but I cared after my family, master" she replied.

"And your English, it seems okay but not fantastic?" you inquired, scribbling down a few notes.

"It's good, I don't know all words, but I speak English quite good, master" she answered.

"Okay. Next question. If when you are doing your public service someone asks you to do something you really don't want to, what person should you tell?" you asked.

"Ummm.... I don't know. I know from a girl that got sent back to Pakistan I know, you're not allowed to make trouble. To, uhh, complain, that's the word. So I guess I'd probably just do it, and try and get it over with" she replied, visibly anxious and unsure.

"That was a trick question - you're right, if you say no or complain, we will send you back to Pakistan. Enough questions, now a physical assessment. Take of your dress and show me your body." you ordered.

She stripped down, now wearing just heels, and a surprisingly racy set of underwear. You told her to pose for you and she did, showing off her ass, then turning over to put her tits on display. She looked good.

"Get those tits out, then come here and put my cock in your mouth" you instructed.

"Yes master" she nodded, pulling her boobs out her bra, and desperately hurrying over to kneel in front of you. She undid your belt and pulled down your pants, then fished your cock out from your underwear and began sucking. She put your balls in her mouth as well, shamelessly slobbering all over your crotch. What she lacked in technique, she made up for in enthusiasm.

After five minutes or so you pushed her away. "Take off your panties and bend over the sofa" you told her, keen to get inside her Pakistani pussy. She complied, going face down ass up without a moments hesitation. You wandered over, and slowly ran your dick around the edge of her pussy. Without warning, you suddenly jammed inside of her and began hammering her as hard and fast as you could. Taken by surprise, she yelped loudly. She stopped herself, worrying her gut reaction would be taken badly, but after a bit of thought she probably reasoned you'd enjoy hearing her moan, and stopped holding back.

As you railed her, you spanked her ass hard. You pulled out, then pulled her off the sofa. Taking a seat, you told her to ride you, and sat back as she breathlessly hopped on your cock. She continued to moan loudly. She rode you for about five minutes, by which point she was a panting mess, and you were ready to finish.

You yanked her off you at the last second and pushed her down to her knees. You jerked yourself off, and after a few strokes came, shooting ropes across her face. "Good bitch" you told her, rubbing your dick clean on her face. "Wait there" you told her.

You half-redressed then stuck your head out the door and shouted "Charlie, Connor, get in here!". The two interns, who had started just a fortnight ago, came running and once they looked inside the room at the mostly naked, cum covered pakistani girl, they looked at you for approval, then ran towards her, unbuttoning their pants. "You can have her til 5 O'clock" you told them, as you shut the door on them.

You checked your watch, 12.15 - time for lunch. You'd approve Aisha this evening and put her in a public service station.