The Slave of Ugly Women
of
Simon1992
genre
pulp
I had recently turned 18; I was young, handsome, and very muscular.
Clearly, a good-looking guy.
The kind of guy who spent his afternoons between the gym and the soccer field.
Unfortunately, a career in weightlifting and playing in the top division isn't exactly lucrative.
I absolutely needed a job.
So I started sending out resumes everywhere until I was called by an accounting firm.
I went to the interview, entering what looked like a typical city office at 10:00.
I waited about 45 minutes in the break room until I was called into the owner's office.
I walked in and was met by a fat, slovenly, ugly girl, covered in pimples and blackheads. A real loser.
"So, who are you?"
"My name is Andrea, I'm 18, and I'd like to work here, perhaps starting in small positions..."
"Well, that's for sure. You have a very poor resume."
"I can learn..."
"Listen Andrea, here every day I get presented with at least 10 resumes from people far more qualified and professional than me. In my opinion, you're worth less than my stapler."
I was shocked, no one had ever treated me like this.
"So why did you call me?..."
"Because I like you."
My blood ran cold.
"W-what are you saying?..."
"I really like you."
"B-but what does this have to do with anything... I thought it was a job interview..."
"But no, I want you as my personal secretary, because I like you. Your official job is to be in your office 8 hours a day, passing me calls and organizing my day."
"Well, I could do that—"
"Let me finish. What you'll actually have to do is be my secretary, yes, but for my sexual enjoyment. I'm very rich, my family owns this and many other companies and we're looking for an ambassador for our city. I'm here to pass the time, my father gave me carte blanche."
He nonchalantly passed me a piece of paper with the amount I'd be earning monthly.
3,000. Not bad for a first job.
I accepted.
"Great, then you'll start right away..."
He had a little smile that made me feel sorry for him. He knew full well that the only way he could get guys like me was to use his own money, but maybe he was just happy about it.
She started to undress and it was a horrifying sight, she had the worst body I had ever seen in my life, a mass of fat, hair,Pimples and blisters that were making me vomit up all my breakfast.
"Lick my feet."
"W-what's your excuse?"
"I said lick my feet."
Reluctantly, I approached her feet.
I could smell the stench from my chair. She obviously hadn't washed.
I began to lick those dirty, sweaty feet with dedication.
She was already masturbating.
"Now lick it for me." I
slowly moved up to her pussy. At least it tasted good there.
She was enjoying herself like I'd never heard anyone enjoy themselves in my life.
"Come on, now let me suck it."
My cock was completely limp, I could still smell her feet in the room and I couldn't get excited.
"Take this." She handed me a Viagra pill.
She started sucking me passionately, she seemed the happiest person in the world.
"You have to cum in my mouth, though, remember that."
I was trying hard, I had closed my eyes and was thinking about the amazing things I usually did to myself.
I cummed in her mouth.
She drank it greedily and thanked me.
"Good, get ready for tomorrow, 8 o'clock sharp."
Thus ended my first day at work.
When I got home, the taste of my boss was in my mouth. I felt humiliated. I had accepted a job and didn't know what awaited me in the coming days.
I took a cleansing shower and went straight to bed.
The next morning, I arrived at the office on time, but Marta, my new boss, wasn't there.
One of her coworkers assigned me an office and a job.
The morning at the office went smoothly.
By now, I had realized that no one knew I had been hired because of the young lady's itches.
The young lady arrived at the office around 11:00, wearing sweatpants and a sweatshirt, without greeting anyone and heading straight for the coffee machine.
A few minutes later, I was called into her office.
She was smoking with her feet up on the table.
"Well, aren't you even going to say hello?"
She stood up and approached me awkwardly with her imposing bulk and stuck her tongue in my mouth, groping my ass cheeks. The taste of her mouth was a mix of coffee, cigarettes, and chocolates that made me sick.
On top of that, the air was unbreathable; she'd been running and I could smell the stench of her sweat.
"You're not shocked if I change here, are you?" She took off that hideous tracksuit and got dressed up, as dressed up as she could be, miniskirt and very short top, all her fat bulging out, putting on a horrific show. "You and I are going to pick up another assistant of mine and go to a friend's house, get ready, come on."
A few minutes later we were already in the car, a nice SUV full of papers, drinks, and junk on the floor.
We arrived at another company office and a beautiful girl got in the car.
A top model, practically.
Her look was resigned and sad, as if she knew she was about to be tortured.
"So, her name is Marilena and she works for me, we're going to see my friend Anna. In the meantime, wait for me in the car, I'll get you a toy and then I'll come down."
We were in front of a sex shop
and Marilena began to cry softly.
Our boss returned to the car and saw Marilena in tears.
"Hahahaha, are you starting to cry now? You shitty slave, you can leave whenever you want, you obviously like getting your paycheck at the end of the month, huh?"
Marilena was sobbing
. "Answer me. Do you like getting your paycheck at the end of the month or not?"
"Y-yes..."
"Then what the fuck are you complaining about? Stick this in your ass and shut up."
The young lady handed her a dildo about 20 cm long.
Marilena, while crying nonstop, stuck it completely inside her.
After about 40 minutes, we arrived at Anna's house.
A woman in her 40s opened the door, possibly even uglier than our boss.
Clearly, a good-looking guy.
The kind of guy who spent his afternoons between the gym and the soccer field.
Unfortunately, a career in weightlifting and playing in the top division isn't exactly lucrative.
I absolutely needed a job.
So I started sending out resumes everywhere until I was called by an accounting firm.
I went to the interview, entering what looked like a typical city office at 10:00.
I waited about 45 minutes in the break room until I was called into the owner's office.
I walked in and was met by a fat, slovenly, ugly girl, covered in pimples and blackheads. A real loser.
"So, who are you?"
"My name is Andrea, I'm 18, and I'd like to work here, perhaps starting in small positions..."
"Well, that's for sure. You have a very poor resume."
"I can learn..."
"Listen Andrea, here every day I get presented with at least 10 resumes from people far more qualified and professional than me. In my opinion, you're worth less than my stapler."
I was shocked, no one had ever treated me like this.
"So why did you call me?..."
"Because I like you."
My blood ran cold.
"W-what are you saying?..."
"I really like you."
"B-but what does this have to do with anything... I thought it was a job interview..."
"But no, I want you as my personal secretary, because I like you. Your official job is to be in your office 8 hours a day, passing me calls and organizing my day."
"Well, I could do that—"
"Let me finish. What you'll actually have to do is be my secretary, yes, but for my sexual enjoyment. I'm very rich, my family owns this and many other companies and we're looking for an ambassador for our city. I'm here to pass the time, my father gave me carte blanche."
He nonchalantly passed me a piece of paper with the amount I'd be earning monthly.
3,000. Not bad for a first job.
I accepted.
"Great, then you'll start right away..."
He had a little smile that made me feel sorry for him. He knew full well that the only way he could get guys like me was to use his own money, but maybe he was just happy about it.
She started to undress and it was a horrifying sight, she had the worst body I had ever seen in my life, a mass of fat, hair,Pimples and blisters that were making me vomit up all my breakfast.
"Lick my feet."
"W-what's your excuse?"
"I said lick my feet."
Reluctantly, I approached her feet.
I could smell the stench from my chair. She obviously hadn't washed.
I began to lick those dirty, sweaty feet with dedication.
She was already masturbating.
"Now lick it for me." I
slowly moved up to her pussy. At least it tasted good there.
She was enjoying herself like I'd never heard anyone enjoy themselves in my life.
"Come on, now let me suck it."
My cock was completely limp, I could still smell her feet in the room and I couldn't get excited.
"Take this." She handed me a Viagra pill.
She started sucking me passionately, she seemed the happiest person in the world.
"You have to cum in my mouth, though, remember that."
I was trying hard, I had closed my eyes and was thinking about the amazing things I usually did to myself.
I cummed in her mouth.
She drank it greedily and thanked me.
"Good, get ready for tomorrow, 8 o'clock sharp."
Thus ended my first day at work.
When I got home, the taste of my boss was in my mouth. I felt humiliated. I had accepted a job and didn't know what awaited me in the coming days.
I took a cleansing shower and went straight to bed.
The next morning, I arrived at the office on time, but Marta, my new boss, wasn't there.
One of her coworkers assigned me an office and a job.
The morning at the office went smoothly.
By now, I had realized that no one knew I had been hired because of the young lady's itches.
The young lady arrived at the office around 11:00, wearing sweatpants and a sweatshirt, without greeting anyone and heading straight for the coffee machine.
A few minutes later, I was called into her office.
She was smoking with her feet up on the table.
"Well, aren't you even going to say hello?"
She stood up and approached me awkwardly with her imposing bulk and stuck her tongue in my mouth, groping my ass cheeks. The taste of her mouth was a mix of coffee, cigarettes, and chocolates that made me sick.
On top of that, the air was unbreathable; she'd been running and I could smell the stench of her sweat.
"You're not shocked if I change here, are you?" She took off that hideous tracksuit and got dressed up, as dressed up as she could be, miniskirt and very short top, all her fat bulging out, putting on a horrific show. "You and I are going to pick up another assistant of mine and go to a friend's house, get ready, come on."
A few minutes later we were already in the car, a nice SUV full of papers, drinks, and junk on the floor.
We arrived at another company office and a beautiful girl got in the car.
A top model, practically.
Her look was resigned and sad, as if she knew she was about to be tortured.
"So, her name is Marilena and she works for me, we're going to see my friend Anna. In the meantime, wait for me in the car, I'll get you a toy and then I'll come down."
We were in front of a sex shop
and Marilena began to cry softly.
Our boss returned to the car and saw Marilena in tears.
"Hahahaha, are you starting to cry now? You shitty slave, you can leave whenever you want, you obviously like getting your paycheck at the end of the month, huh?"
Marilena was sobbing
. "Answer me. Do you like getting your paycheck at the end of the month or not?"
"Y-yes..."
"Then what the fuck are you complaining about? Stick this in your ass and shut up."
The young lady handed her a dildo about 20 cm long.
Marilena, while crying nonstop, stuck it completely inside her.
After about 40 minutes, we arrived at Anna's house.
A woman in her 40s opened the door, possibly even uglier than our boss.
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