Ugly Guys get Laid Too by Jessica Knight

Believe it or not men who are facially challenged do manage to get a shag now and again. Sometimes they pay for it but this time, it comes free. If voyeurism is your thing, read on and share the secretary’s secrets.

Now my boss, he isn’t just unattractive, he’s really ugly. He’s short and fat with skin that looks like boiled ham. So what a saw that Friday afternoon was a big surprise.

Most of the office was out on one of those ‘get to know your colleagues’ type away days. Luckily I didn’t have to go. So I turned up to work later than usual, in a pair of scruffy paint stained jeans and an old rugby shirt, as I had a day of moving office furniture around.

I did my usual morning routine of, make large cup of black coffee, chat with sexy postman, open all the post, spend ages reading the papers and then go through all my emails while munching on a kitkat, pinched from the HR manager’s desk. In the middle of email number twelve; I noticed a large pair of pinstripe breasts above my screen. I cast my eyes up and saw a huge pair of glossy red lips attached to a very tanned face, framed by waves of platinum blond hair.

“Is Mr. Cain in”? The American lady asked
“Sorry, he’s out all day today, on a team building exercise with the rest of the company. Can I tell him you came in today, he’ll check in later?”
“ Can I wait then?” She sounds like a gay cowboy, I thought.
“No, I meant he’ll call later….on the phone”.
“Oh I see”. She chewed on a long red fingernail for a few seconds and then winked at me. “Ok sugar, I’ll go. I’ll be back next week”. With that last word she spun round and headed for the door, shaking her mane of hair. Her black skirt clung desperately to her J-Lo arse and I noticed her red patent shoes had little padlocks on the back strap. I was about to write a message for Cain on my post it notes but realised I never got the woman’s name. Cain never had any personal visitors. Only his mother came in twice a week to deliver his chicken soup and ironed shirts.

By three o’clock I’d had enough of hauling desks and chairs around and decided to go home. I returned to my desk and ticked off a few things on my to do list and noticed in big red letters at the bottom of the page a line not in my handwriting, begging me to do a stationery order. As I thanked our receptionist for being a lazy cow, I made my way to the store cupboard. As I stood in there counting pencils, I heard a door fling open and two voices talking over each other. I recognised both of them instantly. One was Cain’s and the other was Miss America. She was obviously back a lot sooner than she’d promised and not very happy about it either.

The cupboard had two entrances, one off the main corridor and another in Cain’s room. I sneak up to his door and peered through the glass panel. Cain was sat on the corner of the desk, his arms folded, looking sternly at the Amazon woman pacing up and down in front of him. She sure was angry. Then she shrugged off her jacket and threw it at him. He didn’t even flinch, just let the jacket fall to the floor. Now Cain had a super nuclear temper and I was waiting for him to erupt at any moment. After a couple of minutes of her shouting at him, she ripped off her silk navy camisole to reveal a red lace bra holding a pair of what I would call Double-Ds. Cain now swung forward and grabbed the woman’s face and planted an enormous kiss on her luscious lips. She struggled to get out of his clutches and started swearing at him in a thick Texan drawl. Cain just sat there with a dirty big grin on his face. But still no eruption. I just didn’t understand what was going on, was I watching an unusual lovers tiff or had he paid for this service?

The mystery lady laid herself down on the leather sofa and took a few deep breaths, her huge bust heaving up and down and looked as if she was going to sleep. Cain knelt down beside her and whispered something in her ear. Her eyes flashed open and she grinned. Then she bent over onto the leather couch and slowly slipped that tiny skirt over her butt, dropping it to her ankles and kicking it off across the room. I looked at Cain who was now stood up feeling her arse and rubbing his cock. Dirty fucker I said to myself and then noticed my breathing getting heavier and my pussy lips throbbing. I stuck my hands up my shirt and ran my hands over my hard nipples, pinching one, I gasped loudly. I didn’t want to be discovered by my noisy arousal, so decided to stop watching.

I had my hand on the handle of the door and hesitated as I heard the slapping noise of a ruler on flesh. Yes I could tell what that sound was straight away; the receptionist and I have often stayed late to sort out some urgent spanking, I mean filing. I couldn’t resist, I had my face up against the glass again watching blondie getting playfully beaten with Cain’s ruler. As I had decided to stay and watch this free sex show, I might as well have a good frig, I concluded. I undid my jeans and wriggled them down round my ankles, along with my black g-string. I didn’t feel right though, I needed to get totally naked. So I stripped off my top and peeled off my bra, chucking them on a pile of jiffy bags. I licked my index finger, caressed my swollen lips before inserting it into my hot pussy.

Meanwhile Cain had stopped spanking Miss pert cheeks and was now naked, walking across the office with a tube of KY in his hand. Obviously we were getting to the fucking bit and I wanted some length too. I looked around for something that would do as a cock substitute. I spotted a box of those fat marker pens and grabbed one, stuffed it into my mouth to lube it up and gently pushed it into my wet cunt. I bit my lip hard so not to groan and looked up again to see Cain pulling her red g-string to one side and wanking his cock into those lush pink lips. Who would’ve thought that such a short guy had such a big dick. My fingers rubbed at my hard clit as Cain probed his well-lubed prick into her cunt, making her groan and beg for a hard fucking. As he pumped her faster, I pumped my pussy harder, making my penis prop drip with musky juices.

“Come on my face you dirty fucker,” she screamed and Cain pulled his dick out of its play tunnel and took hold of his meat and began to beat it furiously. Blondie turned round and got on her knees, digging her blood red nails into Cain’s arse, as if trying to pull him into her mouth. Watching her tongue caressing his balls, I stuck three fingers up my cunt and thrust deep, hitting my g-spot and sending my body into a quivering mass. At that moment a fountain of spunk landed on her chin and just to keep them company, I pinched my clit hard to extend my orgasm.

Cain rubbed his spunk all over her face. “You happy now?” she asked
Oh yeah, definitely,” he replied. “I always promised I’d screw you if you ever got your divorce”.