Hey Mate,
I asked you for more info about your migration from Pakistan to England, and you didn't reply at all.
I'm writing a story based on your description, but I change it a bit due to privacy and the lack of information on your part.
It was more than a year since her husband, Fidvi Malah, left his family in Pakistan and immigrated to England. One of his uncle's business associates sponsored his immigration, and the man was so impressed by the quality of his work that he helped him set up his own small electronics business. Fidvi worked hard, long hours, and after a while, the business was doing very well, and he decided he could finally support a family. The immigration office had advised him that the first application would be the most difficult to pass and had encouraged him not to even bother filing one, since his chances were so slim, but Fidvi felt certain that his time was now right.
"Why not?" his uncle encouraged him. "Go invite your wife. Go invite your children."
Fidvi applied, and his sponsor wrote a letter vouching for him, guaranteeing his financial support. He submitted his application and waited. In the meantime, he kept on working.
His uncle's business associate, an elderly Pakistani-born English tycoon named Najeeb Qadir, who called himself Nash, was very supportive to help Fidvi bring his wife and children from Pakistan to England. Especially after Fidvi showed Nash a picture of his family, which included his wife, Shaina, and his three teenage kids, his eldest daughter, Maira, and the twins, Shaun and Surayya.
Nash was so dumbstruck to see how hot Fidvi's wife looked in the photo. A true brown sugar, just like Nash's type. She looked like a true beauty, and Nash's heart started pounding as his elderly manhood started to rise.
"That's a great photo," Nash told Fidvi. "What a wonderful family."
Nash took a moment to gather himself before he could speak again.
"Don't you worry," Nash reassured Fidvi. "You'll be with your family in no time. I have good connections. I can make this happen. Don't worry. Everything will be fine."
Fidvi thanked him. It was a relief to hear a very successful businessman like Nash, a fellow Pakistani, assure him like that. Fidvi was grateful and continued working. He did his best to focus on his work and not think about his family.
*****
After the meeting with Fidvi, Nash met with his gorgeous blonde PA, Sarah, in the back seat of his Mercedes Benz Limo.
"Sarah," Nash began. "I want you to get me a schedule to have a meeting with Mr. Robert Kincaid, the Immigration Service Commissioner."
"Alright, Sir," Sarah said while taking notes. "Do you have a specific day or time that you prefer?"
"Any day will do. But it has to be in the afternoon." Nash instructed.
"I understand, Sir." Sarah nodded.
As she finished taking notes, Sarah gave him a sweet smile.
"Also..." Nash said as he smiled back at her.
"Yes, Sir?" Sarah replied.
"I require you to accompany me and dress very sexy for that occasion," Nash continued while smirking at her. "Make sure Mr. Kincaid is not going to forget that meeting anytime soon."
"As you wish, Sir," Sarah replied with a forced smile.
Nash then leaned forward and pressed a button on the control panel in front of their seat, which was to close the partition between the driver's cabin and the rear of the car.
"Henry, please don't drive too fast," Nash commanded his driver.
"Of course, Sir." Henry, the young chauffeur replied.
Once Nash was certain that his driver wouldn't be able to hear anything, he gave a signal to his PA Sarah to start giving him a blowjob.
"Sarah," Nash began, "Take your top off and unzip my pants."
"Alright, Sir," Sarah said while blushing.
Sarah blushed as she slowly and gracefully pulled down her top, revealing her beautiful and voluptuous C-cup breasts, covered with a lacy bra. She then reached over to his crotch, unzipped his trousers, and released his huge flaccid circumcised Pakistani cock.
This wasn't the first time Sarah did this to Nash. Ever since Nash hired her as his personal assistant four months ago, he had been forcing her to suck and fuck him regularly in the privacy of his car, his office, or in a hotel room.
At first, Sarah was reluctant to go along with it. She tried to resist him, but Nash was persistent. He kept on telling her how amazing she looked and how he couldn't get enough of her. Eventually, she caved in.
It was easy for Nash to coerce her. Sarah was already married, but her husband was not making enough money. That's why Sarah applied for this job, to help make ends meet. She never had any experience working as a personal assistant before, but dirty old man Najeeb Qadir hired her based on her beauty, despite her lack of qualifications.
Nash loved having a young and gorgeous personal assistant to fuck regularly. But today, Sarah was not the only woman on his mind.
After seeing a photo of Fidvi's gorgeous wife, Shaina, earlier, Shaina's face had stuck in Nash's mind and he was getting horny.
As Sarah was sucking his flaccid circumcised Pakistani cock, and brought it to full erection, Nash told her to start riding him.
Sarah obeyed. She then removed her seatbelt, lifted her skirt, pulled her thong aside, and straddled him. Then, Sarah guided his huge Pakistani cock into her pussy.
Nash enjoyed his ride and started fantasizing. He fantasized about Fidvi's wife, Shaina.
Nash imagined Shaina riding his big Pakistani cock, while wearing nothing but her wedding ring. Her large tits bounced with every thrust. She was enjoying it, but she kept her voice down. She didn't want her husband or her children to hear her having sex.
She was married, but that didn't stop her from cheating on her husband with her husband's boss. She couldn't resist the urge to fuck the older man who was sponsoring her family's immigration. She needed him. He was her meal ticket to the UK. And besides, Nash had a bigger cock.
Nash's fantasy got interrupted by his PA, Sarah, who was starting to ride him faster and faster.
"Sir, can I cum on your cock?" Sarah asked.
"Of course, you can, baby," Nash replied, as he grabbed Sarah's buttocks. "Go ahead, cum on my cock."
And so, Sarah started to ride him faster and faster, until she came.
"Ahhhh!!" Sarah moaned loudly as her pussy spasmed around Nash's thick Pakistani cock.
Nash held onto her waist as she continued to ride his cock through her orgasm. Once she finished cumming, Sarah collapsed in his lap and panted.
"Are you done?" Nash asked.
"Yes," Sarah answered. "I'm sorry."
"That's fine, Sarah," Nash said. "I'm not done yet."
Then Nash pushed her aside, sat her on the passenger seat, and positioned her so that her upper body was lying flat across the passenger seat, with one leg stretched out onto the floor, while the other was bent at the knee and raised up. Then he lifted her skirt, exposing her used pussy, still dripping wet.
Then he climbed on top of her, holding his rock-hard cock against her wet entrance. He put one hand on the window frame above her head and used the other to grip her ass cheek tightly.
Nash slowly slid his thick Pakistani cock into her tight pussy, and began pumping away.
Sarah gripped the headrest of the passenger seat, as she braced herself against the onslaught of his fucking.
Nash kept pounding her like an animal in heat. He didn't care if he hurt her. He just wanted to release his load. He fucked her harder and harder.
Sarah's still sensitive pussy started to contract and in less than a minute, she orgasmed again.
"Fuuuuckkk!!" Sarah cried out as her pussy spasmed violently.
But Nash didn't stop. He kept going, fucking her through her orgasm, causing her to moan uncontrollably. It was the kind of intense pleasure-pain that made her lose her mind.
When he was finally satisfied, Nash grunted loudly and buried his cock deep inside her.
"Aaargh!!" he yelled as his balls emptied their hot white semen deep inside her womb.
Sarah felt the heat of his thick Pakistani cum filling her womb and her pussy spasmed again, milking his cock dry.
As Nash continued to cum inside her, he couldn't help but let out a loud groan. He was cumming so much that Sarah thought she might get pregnant.
He came and came and came. And when his orgasm finally subsided, he collapsed on top of her, exhausted.
"Sarah," he gasped.
"Yes, Sir?" Sarah answered.
"You're the best personal assistant ever," Nash said, while still panting.
"Thank you, Sir," Sarah replied, while still panting.
"And Sarah," Nash continued while kissing her neck.
"Yes, Sir," Sarah said, as she turned her head to look back at him.
"I bet Jason would never satisfy you like I do." Nash grinned mischiefly as he always loved to mock her husband.
"Please, Sir, don't say that," Sarah begged.
"Just admit it, Sarah." Nash teased as he pulled his huge hard cock out from Sarah's soaking wet pussy and sat down on the back seat of his car. "Your husband is a loser."
Sarah didn't respond. She didn't want to admit it. But she knew it was true. Her husband Jason was a good man. He treated her well. But he wasn't the kind of man who could make her feel this good.
Nash had just made her cum three times in less than an hour. Jason had never even been able to do that.
"Sarah," Nash said. "Come here and clean me up."
Sarah crawled across the back seat and knelt down between Nash's legs. She opened her mouth and took his cock in. She started licking his shaft and sucking his head.
"Mmmmm." Nash moaned as she sucked him.
Sarah kept sucking his cock until it was clean.
"Thank you, Sir." She smiled sweetly at him before going back to her seat.
"Now get dressed, we almost arrived at the office," Nash said.
"Yes, Sir." Sarah nodded, and then they went on their way.
