My name is Jack and I am the head of the office of the immigration services in Wapapapiga at the border between Canada and the US.
I am a big fellow (6'3", 220 Lbs) and I am divorced. I have two children who live with my ex in Montreal. I have a lot of free time after office hours.
Sexually, I am a dominant male and I have two slaves, one female, Sharon, and one male, David. They both work at the immigration services under me.
I am a fair but severe master to my slaves and they like to spend as much time as possible with me in my house where I have a room, that I would not call a dungeon, but that is fairly well equipped with sex toys and devices, dildos, vibrators, whips, riding crops... and Sharon and David spend time there with me where I spank them, beat them, humiliate them, fuck them, and have them perform all kind of sexual activities, not necessarily approved by your church minister (although I had a couple of priest there, who really had a good time).
Life at the office is for the most part routine and paperwork, is busy, but not hectic as we process 2000 to 5000 visitors a day, for the most part, day trippers who go shopping in the other country, as grass is always greener on the other side of the fence.
Once a while, however, we have a case a little bit more interesting, that I handle personally.
That morning, in April, Sharon comes to my office leading a couple who look to be from the middle East.
"Sir, these people were brought in by a border patrol. They have no passport and no ID and were trying to enter our country illegally".
"Did you have them fill a form Q6358 so we try to sort them out."
"Yes, Sir, they say they are from Syria and have been in Canada for 2 months. They say they have cousins in the US, in Arizona, but don't know their address."
"Thank you, Sharon."
Sharon gets out and I go to the door and lock it.
"So, what's going on here? Why don't you have any ID?"
"We lost them, Sir."
"Ho! I see, you lost them. What's your names?"
"My name is Ali and my wife is Leila."
"Are you married?"
"Yes, Sir."
"How old are you?"
"I am 25 and my wife 23."
They are dressed with Western garments and are quite attractive. They are tall, with black hair and dark complexion. Ali is thin and handsome. Leila is very pretty, eyes in shape of almonds, long curly hair, beautiful legs.
"What tells me that you are telling me the truth, How do I know you are not a couple of terrorists who wants to come to kill some Americans?"
"No, Sir, We promise we are good people, we need to go to the US for getting a job."
"You know what, I would like to help you, If you are very nice with me, I would see what I can do."
What do you mean, Sir, nice with you."
"Leila here is very pretty, and she looks like she is a slut. So, what do you say?"
"Oh, Sir Officer, please we would appreciate any help you can provide. My wife is very happy but that word you used, slut, what does that mean?"
"Ali, don't bother the nice officer with silly questions, I am sure slut means something nice, like pretty or cute."
"It means very cute and also she likes to be with a man, doesn't she?"
"Oh, Sir, please do not insult my wife. She is a good woman."
"I am sure she is, but good for what?"
I approach her and take her chin between my fingers and my thumb and bring her mouth to mine. I kiss her and my tongue forces her mouth open and explores it. My hand goes to grope her breasts that she has round and firm.
"You see, I told you she likes to be with a man. I want you to undress her for me."
"As for you, Ali, maybe you like to be with a man too?"
"Oh sir, please don't touch my wife, it is against our religion, she is a good wife and never would expose herself to another man."
"Ali, don't be a fool, we need to get into the US and if it means taking off some clothes for the officer it will be OK. "
"But he touched your breasts."
"Yes, and it felt nice, be a good husband, I think he likes both of us, maybe you should take off your clothes as well?"
"You hear your wife. She is more reasonable than you are. She understand that your cannot get something for nothing. And I think she will love to pay her dues, and I hope you will too."
"Now get on with it. I want you to undress her for me."
Ali understands that he has no other option. So, off go the blouse and the skirt. Leila is now semi naked, only with her bra and panties, that are more sexy than I would have expected.
"I will finish that myself, in the meantime get naked too. You see I love women, but I like men too, when they are obedient and submissive."
My hands cover Leila's breasts, rubbing and pulling at her nipples.
Ali knows that this is something she always enjoyed. Ali removes his shirt showing his bare chest and then unbuckles his belt and drops his pants to the floor. He steps out of them and finally, looking awkward and eyes cast away from Leila and me, he steps out of his shorts.
Leila is moaning now. She is very breast sensitive.
My hand now goes down to her panties and pull them down and they drop around her ankles and she walks over them. I put my hand on her bush. My finger goes to her cunt which is soaked. This woman is as hot as I had thought she was. I introduce my fingers in her pussy and rubs it while my thumb is on her clit. She now whimpering. I kiss her neck and nibble on her earlobe.
In the meantime Ali, naked with a small erection, comes over to have a better look. I grab him and my hand leaves Leila's pussy and grips his cock and I stroke it a few times. He is moaning too, now.
Leila feels my hand leave her dripping cunt and watches, fascinated, as I grips Ali's cock. As I rubs it, Ali starts to mumble "please no, not this, I beg" but the swelling of his penis belies his words. Waiting to see what happens next Leila begins to rub her clit and stick a finger between her pussy lips.
Ali is mumbling "No", but his cock is crying "Yes". So I concentrate on it and jerk it faster and faster. Ali's breath is becoming very shallow and I tell him: "Come, now, come, slut." He does not need to be told twice. He comes in my hand and his cum is ejected in long white streams and finishes on my desk.
"Look at what you did, slut. You have to clean your mess. Lick your cum from the desk and swallow it. I want my desk to be totally clean."
He lower is head in shame and starts licking.
Now I can concentrate on Leila. I take her in my arms, French kiss her for a long time, then bend her over the desk, take my pants off and position myself behind her.
Ali gags on the salty bitter semen he is being forced to lick up. He glances up and sees my cock poking out of my shorts. I disrobe entirely and stand behind Leila. I force her to bend over the desk that Ali is licking clean of his cum.
Ali watches intently as I roughly spreads Leila's ass cheeks apart, her rear hole and her cunt are totally at my service. Once again Ali feels a stirring in his prick.