My secretary is an immigrant slut.

Patianna Kendi was very satisfied. Very satisfied indeed with her new job.

Two weeks before, she had gone for a job interview for a secretarial position in a small office. To say the company was small was an understatement. Apart from Patiana’s boss, a good looking man in his mid-twenties who called himself Mr Jones, nobody else seemed to work for the company. In fact, the whole office only consisted of a reception area and Mr Jone’s office.

The money was not great, but the work was undemanding. All she had to do was answer the phone, do a bit of filing and deal with the mail. In fact sometimes Patianna wondered if he really needed a receptionist at all with the amount of work she had to do. But she wasn’t complaining.

Up until the second week, everything had gone fine. Mr Jones treated her in a formal and cordial fashion, always calling her Miss Kendi. Despite the fact she was a very attractive dark skinned woman in her early twenties, he did not flirt with her, nor even give any signal that he was interested in her. This surprised Patianna as she often received advances from men she came across, especially from young men in their twenties who were always drawn by Patiana’s exotic angelic face and shapely body. It also disappointed her slightly, as she did find Mr Jones very attractive and she assumed that he must be a successful business man. Just the sort of man she would like to be with.

But since he did not show any real interest, except for the occasional admiring glance, she assumed that he was either hitched, gay, or not interest in dark skinned women. Whatever the reason, to Patianna it did not really matter. Because the most important thing for Patianna was that he hadn’t asked any awkward questions about her work visa.

That was up until the Monday of the third week. Then everything suddenly changed.

On that Monday morning, Mr Jones asked her to come into his room to do some filing. He requested her to move all the files from the top drawers in the cabinets into the bottom ones. Apparently, this was to “make room for his new files”. Patianna found this to be a strange request, but complied and started to empty the top files.

As Patianna worked on the cabinets, Dave Jones stood behind her leering up and down at her gorgeous body. Patianna was wearing a skimpy halter-top and tight fitting leggings through which he could see the panty line of her thong. Visible panty lines were a favourite fetish of Dave and it wasn’t long before he could feel a bulge expanding rapidly in his trousers. He had secretly lusted after Patianna’s body for the last two weeks, masturbating every night at the thought of the horny little bitch, and sometimes during the day as well. But he wouldn’t have to masturbate today. Oh no, today things would be very different.

As Patianna crouched down to start putting the files in the bottom cabinet, the skimpy back of her lacy white thong became visible above the waist of her leggings.

“Oh, what a fantastic little slut.” Thought Dave to himself rubbing his hardened cock through the front of his trousers. Now was the time to take advantage.

“Miss kendi, I need to speak to you about a grave and important matter.” Said Dave sternly.

Patianna stood up to face Dave, a broad smile on her angelic face. A smile that Dave would soon be gleefully wiping off.

“What is it, Mr Jones?” Asked Patianna concerned. She could see his eyes leering at her body up and down, stopping to gaze at her breasts and her crotch. She began to feel worried. He had never looked at her in such a vulgar way before.

Dave smiled to himself and licked his lips. He could clearly see not only Patianna’s nipples protruding through her skimpy halter-top, but also her pussy lips protruding through the material around the crotch of her leggings. The horny little whore!

“It’s your visa, Miss Kendi. There’s a problem with your work visa.”

Patianna swallowed hard. She knew this meant trouble. “What sort of problem?” She asked timidly. “I’m sure it’s valid, Mr Jones.”

“No, Miss Kendi.” Replied Dave, sternly. “It’s not valid. It’s a fake.”

“But..but…, it can’t be.” Stuttered Patiana. “Mr Jones, I promise you that it’s…”

“No. Miss Kendi. It is definitely a fake.”

Patianna began to weep. This pleased Dave immensely even if he wasn’t convinced the tears were genuine. “What will you do?” She sobbed, wiping her eyes.

Dave sat back on the edge of his desk. “Naturally, I should report you to the authorities.” He said, his satisfaction growing as Patianna covered her face with her hands, sobbing profusely.

“But there is another alternative.” Said Dave, sternly. He walked up to Patianna and grabbed her, pushing her back against the cabinets. He cupped her breast with his hands and squeezed them. Then he moved his hands up and down her body, caressing her thighs and hips before moving back up to fondle her breasts again.

Patianna was too shocked to do anything. She winced as he thrust his fingers down the front of her leggings and thong, fingering her dry tight pussy.

Then Dave roughly turned her round and pressed the front of her body against the cabinet. She heard him unzip his trousers and felt his hard bare cock rub against the crack of her buttocks through the smooth material of her leggings.

Dave groaned with joy. How he had fantasized about rubbing his cock against her ass the last two weeks. Then he pulled down her leggings to her knees and pulled the material of Patianna’s thong up the crack of her ass causing her to gasp. God he loved it and now he really was rock hard.

Patianna felt herself pushed onto her knees to find herself staring at Dave’s erect cock swinging in front of her face. Patianna whimpered as Dave grabbed her hair and thrust his cock into her mouth.

“You know what to do, you immigrant whore!” She heard him say. Patianna felt she had no choice. She was desperate not to be thrown out of the country. So she took hold of Dave’s cock and sucked it as diligently and obediently as she could.

Dave groaned with joy as he looked down at that angelic dark skinned beauty submissively sucking his cock. And God was she good, sucking all along his shaft and licking the tip of his cock. She really was a filthy whore.

Dave groaned with joy as Patianna expertly worked his cock with her tongue and fingers, afraid to disappoint him. Soon she could tell he was already approaching climax and began to rub his clock hard vigorously. “Oh, you dirty little slut.” Patianna heard Dave sneer and before flinching as his sticky spurted over her face. Dave’s come dribbled down her cheeks and lips as she looked up meekly at his evil grinning face.

“Now lick it dry.” Ordered Dave. Patianna obeyed sucking Dave’s cock clean to his obvious delight.

“That’s a good girl.” Sneered Dave. “You really are dirty little immigrant slut, aren’t you.”

During the remainder of the day, Patianna was called on to suck Dave’s cock another three times. Twice he called her into his office and once he even demanded a blow job while she was sitting at her reception desk. Each time he called her a slut and whore as she sucked him off, and each time she felt his come spurt over her face to a torrent of verbal abuse.

After licking Dave’s cock dry for the fourth time that day, Dave pulled up his trousers and addressed her in his usual cordial tone.

“There is a very important client coming tomorrow.” He told her. “I want to him impress him. So ensure you wear something sophisticated, but sexy. You know the thing. A short business skirt, stockings and nice shoes.”

“But, Mr Jones, I don’t have money for such things.” She whimpered. He looked at her sternly and disappeared into his office. In a moment of panic, she though he had gone to call the authorities about her illegal status in the country. But she was strangely relieved to see him immediately return with an envelope in his hand.

“This should be enough.” He said handing her the thick envelope. Go shopping tomorrow morning for the things you need and keep the rest. But be here no later than 2 o’clock. Understood?”

Patianna nodded silently took the envelope.

“Oh, and don’t let me down, Miss Kendi.” He warned her as she left. “Or the consequences will be very serious for you.”

When Patianna got to her dingy rented one bedroom flat, she found in shock that there was £2,000 in the envelope. Much more than she would need to get a selection of clothes. Of course, she was grateful for the money. But she was nervous about what would become of her and completely bewildered about Mr Jone’s schizophrenic behaviour. On one hand he had sexually and verbally abused her. But on the other hand, when he wasn’t fucking her mouth, he was a complete gentleman. That night she could not get to sleep, worried about what awaited her over the next few days.

On Tuesday at 1.30pm, Patianna turned up at work wearing her new clothes. A thigh length business skirt, fishnet stockings, high-heeled shoes and a lacy bra underneath a tight fitting blouse.

Dave came out his office and inspected her. He looked her up and down and nodded to her in approval. The little slut had exceeded his expectations. He could already feel his cock going hard, but resisted the temptation to get it out. There would be time for that later. But first he had business that needed attending to.

At 2pm, a man in his forties dressed in a suit turned up at the reception asking for Dave. As instructed, Patianna showed him directly into Dave’s office. As he followed her in, she could sense him leering at her. She left the two men alone and went back to the reception.

Ten minutes later, Dave called her on the internal phone and asked her to bring in some tea for them both. The two men were sitting casually beside Dave’s desk when Patianna entered the room with the teas. Dave was trying to negotiate a deal with his visitor, a business man named Brian Scott. But as expected, Brian refused to accept the price that Dave wanted. So Dave decided to bring out his secret weapon. Dave knew that Brian was a complete pervert who was sexually obsessed with exotic dark skinned women. And the beautiful Patianna was that weapon.

“What do you think of my new receptionist, Brian” Asked Dave as Patianna bent over the desk to arrange the tea pot and tea cups. “Nice, eh?”

“She’s fantastic, Dave.” Said Brian leering at Patianna and speaking about her as if she wasn’t there. “I wouldn’t get tired of fucking that bitch.”

Dave smiled to himself. He knew Brian so well. He would do anything to get his cock in a girl like Patianna.

“Please come here, Miss Kendi.” Asked Dave politely.

Kendi walked over to stand in front of Dave. Dave pushed his hands up Patianna’s skirt, caressing her stockings and bare thighs. He pushed her skirt right up to her waist revealing her skimpy panties and caressed the length of her hips and thighs. Patianna sighed as Dave caressed her pussy lips through the material of her panties.

“The little slut lets you do that to her?” Growled Brian.

“Of course. Miss Kendi is very obedient. And she owes me a few favours.” Replied Dave unzipping trousers and releasing his erect cock. “Now Miss Kendi suck my cock, please.”

Patianna dutifully knelt down and started to lick the tip of Dave’s cock. She was relieved Dave had been discreet about her illegal status in the country. Mentioning it would have caused her even more problems than she already had.

“What else can the little slut do?” Looking on in fascination as Patianna thrust Dave’s cock repeatedly in her mouth.

“Oh, many things.” Replied Dave, smiling. “Miss Kendi, please go over and see to Mr Scott.”

Patianna stood up and walked over to Brian. Brian stood up desperately unbuttoning his trousers and releasing his rock hard penis. He was ready to fuck the slut.

Patianna gasped as Brian pushed her hard back against the desk and ripped her blouse open. It was obvious Brian was not a great practitioner of foreplay.

“Now, now, be gentle.” Patianna was surprised to hear Dave say, as Brian roughly fondled her breasts and then pulled down her panties. But that train of thought was rudely interrupted as Brian position himself between her legs and thrust his rock hard cock into her.

Patianna moaned as Brian violently fucked her. Dave looked on in delight, especially enjoying the grimace on Patianna’s face as she received each thrust. He didn’t know if she was moaning and grimacing in pain or pleasure. Either way he found it completely horny and rubbed his cock as he enjoyed the spectacle of the horny little slut getting a good fucking.

Patianna cried out uncontrollably again and again as she felt Brian’s cock ram relentlessly into her pussy. Three times Brian fucked her long and hard on the desk, each time coming into her with a triumphant shout. Then in between each of Brian’s fucking sessions, she had to suck Dave’s cocks until he spurted his come over her face to the usual torrent of verbal abuse.

Eventually, Brian decided to stop. At least for that day.

“I will definitely think about your offer, Dave.” Said Brian as he put his clothes on. “But I will have to consult with my partners. We will come round tomorrow to review the contract.”

Brian leered at Patianna who was sprawled in a chair, sticky with sweat and come. “And if all goes well, we may even sign tomorrow.” He said suggestively.