Fatima’s POV

“Looks like it’s your lucky day, slut.” Fatima looked up at the immigration officer from inside her cell. She had washed after her session with the buyers and had just lied down on her cot for a rest.

The black guard opened the door and stared at her beautiful body as she got up to walk out of her cell. “Gonna miss using that hungry mouth of yours,” he remarked as she walked passed him towards the processing area.

Fatima was both nervous and excited that she had finally been purchased. The men who had used her seemed nice enough, and if she did well she’d earn her citizenship in one short year. After that, she’d finally be free to find a job and start her life in this country.

A bored looking processing agent looked up as Fatima approached their booth. Her guard kept a tight grip on her arm as she listened to what he had to say. “You’ve been selected for home use. You must spend a full year with the buyer. Should they return you for any reason, you will immediately be deported. Should you complete your year, you will be granted citizenship. Please acknowledge by signing here.”

“Thank you,” Fatima responded, before signing at the bottom of the form.

She was then escorted to a room where she could wait to be collected. Her guard moved toward a phone on the wall, no doubt to call someone and let them know Fatima was ready to go. But he stopped in his tracks ans turned around. Fatima noticed the bulge in his pants. “How about one more for the road slut,” the guard said as he approached the petite brunette, lowering his zipper to expose his huge cock.

“Yes sir,” Fatima said as she got down to her knees. The guard roughly fucked her face, knowing that he needed to be quick before someone wondered why Fatima hadn’t been brought out yet.

He groaned when he finally came down her throat, and Fatima’s throat convulsed around his shaft as she swallowed down every last drop of his thick load.

She thanked her guard and quickly wiped his cum off her lips as he went to the phone and called the front office.

Soon enough the door opened and her buyers walked in. Fatima stayed on her knees, her head down and hands behind her back, waiting for them to give her an order.

“Ready to go Fatima? John’s bringing the car up front,” Peter said. She looked up at his smiling face, not returning it and instead holding on to her submissive expression. They would tell her if she was allowed to smile.

“Yes sir. Whatever pleases you sir.”

She stood and Peter turned around to walk her to the car. Fatima walked behind him, and as they got outside she couldn’t help but grin ever so slightly when she felt the warm air and sunshine on her face. Peter opened the back door and signalled to her to get in.

To her surprise, he moved to the front and sat down in the passenger seat, leaving Fatima in the back. She had expected he’d want to have his cock sucked as they drove away, and was momentarily frazzled to be alone in the back seat.

Fatima kept her head down as they drove off. “Just gonna make a quick stop before we head home,” Peter said.

They eventually arrived at a large office building and Peter told his son to wait. He asked Fatima to exit the car and follow him, and the young woman was soon walking into the building and into an elevator.

As the doors opened she saw a bunch of cubicles with men working at their stations.

“Gentlemen!,” Peter announced. “Want you boys to meet Fatima. Just picked her up at Slut World. Since you’re all working on a Saturday, I thought I’d bring her over so that you could have some fun during your lunch break. I’ll be back in a couple hours.”

With that he shoved Fatima towards the men, who had already started to walk towards her. “Thanks boss!” one of them said just as Peter got back into the elevator.