MY PERVERT BOSS

And just as she was about to cum, her phone rang, the sound piercing through the haze of lust like a cold shower. She froze, her eyes flying open. It was Mr. Kapoor's number on the screen, a stark reminder of her reality. She quickly take the phone in her hand , her heart racing as she fumbled to answer the call. "H-hello?" she stammered, trying to disguise the need in her voice.

"Shreya," he said, his voice like a whip crack. "I hope you're working hard on that report."

Her hand froze on her clit, the marker slipping from her grasp. "Y-yes, sir," she stuttered, her cheeks burning. She quickly pulled the marker out and tucked it into her pocket, trying to ignore the sticky wetness it left on her inner thigh. "I'm almost done."

"Good," Mr. Kapoor said, his voice sending a shiver down her spine. "I've been watching you, you know. I want to see how well you can handle your punishment."

Shreya's eyes widened, realizing that her boss had been watching her every move from the hidden camera he had installed in the office. She felt a thrill of fear mixed with excitement, knowing that he was observing her every reaction to his twisted game. She reached back, her hand shaking slightly as she gripped the marker and slid it back into her pussy, the plastic filling her once again. "Yes, Master," she whispered into the phone, her voice thick with desire.

Mr. Kapoor chuckled, the sound sending a fresh wave of arousal through her body. "That's my good girl," he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "Now tell me, how does it feel to be my little office slut?"

Shreya's cheeks burned, but she found herself smiling at the thought. "It... it feels amazing, sir," she murmured, her voice a throaty purr. She slid the marker back in, the plastic feeling foreign and delicious inside her. She couldn't believe she was saying these things, doing these things, but the thrill was undeniable. "I... I've never felt so alive."

Mr. Kapoor's chuckle was low and dark, sending a shiver down her spine. "That's what I like to hear," he said, his voice a soft growl. "Now, tell me, do you like having that marker in you?"

Shreya's eyes widened, but she nodded, unable to lie. "Yes, sir," she breathed, her voice a whisper. "It... it makes me feel so full."

Mr. Kapoor's voice grew deeper, his words a dark seduction. "And what about that little show you just put on for me?" he asked, his tone laced with amusement. "I could see everything, you know. The way you touched yourself, whispered those dirty words."

Shreya's face grew hotter, but she couldn't deny the thrill of his words. She took a deep breath, her hand sliding the marker in and out of her wet pussy. "I-I liked it, sir," she admitted, her voice a tremble. "I liked knowing that you were watching."

She disconnected them from laptop and connected them to her phone, her breath hitching as the sounds of a raunchy phone call filled her ears. The explicit moans and dirty talk were just what she needed to push her over the edge. She leaned back in her chair, her eyes locked on the door, the marker still buried inside her, and whispered into the phone. "I'm ready, sir," she said, her voice a needy whine.

Mr. Kapoor's voice grew sterner, his words a command that sent a jolt of excitement through her body. "Spread your legs wider, Shreya," he said, the sound of his voice a dark caress. "I want to see you touch yourself."

Shreya's heart raced as she complied, placing her legs up on the desk, her skirt riding up to expose her black lacy stockings and glistening pussy. She began to stroke herself once more, her hand shaking with need. "Like this, sir?" she asked, her voice a trembling whisper.

"Perfect," Mr. Kapoor replied, his voice a low growl of approval. "Now tell me, have you ever been fucked by an object before?"

Shreya's eyes went wide with shock, but she couldn't deny the thrill that shot through her at his question. "N-no, sir," she stuttered, her cheeks flaming red. "But... but I want to. I want to feel something... big inside me."

Mr. Kapoor's voice grew darker, more demanding. "You will," he assured her. "But first, I want to hear you beg for it."

Shreya took a deep breath, her eyes fluttering shut as she felt a new wave of arousal wash over her. "Please, sir," she begged, her voice a needy whine. "Please, I need it so badly."

"Good," Mr. Kapoor said, his voice a gruff growl. "Now, take the marker out and show it to me."

Shreya's hand trembled as she obeyed, sliding the marker out of her soaking wet pussy and holding it up for his inspection. She felt a strange mix of pride and humiliation, knowing that he was watching her every move. "Look how wet you are, slut," he said, his voice dripping with lust. "It looks like you enjoyed your little punishment."

Her cheeks burned with shame, but she couldn't deny the truth of his words. "I did, sir," she whispered, her voice a tremble of need. "I liked it more than I should have."

Mr. Kapoor chuckled darkly. "Lick it clean," he ordered, his voice a low rumble that sent a fresh wave of desire coursing through her.

Shreya looked down at the marker in her hand, glistening with her arousal. She had never been so exposed, so vulnerable, and the thrill of it was intoxicating. Slowly, tentatively, she brought the marker to her lips, her tongue darting out to taste herself on the plastic. She moaned at the tang of her own desire, her eyes never leaving the camera.

Mr. Kapoor's voice grew more intense, his words a filthy symphony in her ears. "That's it, baby," he coaxed, his voice thick with lust. "Lick it all clean. Show me how much of a good little slut you are."

Shreya's eyes were glued to the camera, her tongue swirling around the tip of the marker, tasting herself, her own wetness making her even more aroused. She felt a thrill of excitement at the thought of her boss watching her, getting off on her degradation. "Please, sir," she murmured, her voice a seductive whine. "Can I have something... bigger?"

Mr. Kapoor chuckled, the sound sending a shiver down her spine. "You're such a greedy little slut, aren't you?" he said, his voice a dark tease. "But I think you've earned a little reward for being such a good girl."

Shreya's eyes widened with hope, her hand still on the marker. "What do you mean, sir?" she asked, her voice a breathless whisper.

"I think it's time to take your punishment to the next level," Mr. Kapoor said, his voice a dark promise. "Take that marker and rub it on your clit, let me hear you moan."

Shreya's breath hitched as she slid the marker down to her clit, her body trembling with anticipation. She began to rub it in slow, lazy circles, the plastic gliding over her sensitive flesh with every move of her hand. "Oh, god," she moaned into the phone, the sound echoing in the quiet office.

Mr. Kapoor's voice grew more demanding. "Faster, slut," he said, his tone a harsh command. "I want to hear you beg for it."

Shreya's hand moved faster, her fingers flying over her clit, the marker leaving a trail of her juices as she rubbed herself frantically. "Please," she whimpered, her voice a desperate plea. "I need it, sir. I need to cum."

Mr. Kapoor's voice grew even more intense. "Fuck yourself with it, slut," he ordered, his voice a gruff growl that sent a shiver down her spine. "Show me how much you want it."

Shreya's hand trembled as she obeyed, sliding the marker back into her pussy with a needy moan. She had never felt so exposed, so utterly at the mercy of another person's desires. But the thrill of it was like a drug, and she couldn't get enough. She began to pump the marker in and out, her hips rising to meet it, her pussy clenching around the plastic.

"Fuck, yes," she whispered, her voice a mix of pleasure and pain. "It's so big, sir."

Mr. Kapoor's eyes darkened with lust as he watched her, his own hand moving to stroke his cock through his pants. "Good girl," he murmured into the phone. "Now, I want you to push it deeper."

Shreya did as she was told, her body responding to his commands like a finely tuned instrument. She pushed the marker in further, her eyes fluttering shut with the intensity of the sensation. "Yes, sir," she moaned, her voice thick with need.

Mr. Kapoor leaned back in his chair, watching her intently through the camera. He could see the desperation in her eyes, the way her body arched and writhed with every stroke. He knew he had her right where he wanted her. "Faster," he demanded, his voice a low snarl. "Or else I'll send someone to drill you so hard, you won't be able to walk tomorrow."

Shreya's eyes snapped open at his words, the threat sending a bolt of terror through her. But the fear only heightened her arousal, and she found herself moving faster, her hips bucking against the chair, her pussy tightening around the marker. "Oh, please," she begged, her voice a needy whine. "I'll do anything, just don't send anyone else."

Mr. Kapoor's grip on his cock tightened as he watched her, his own need mirrored in the tension of her body. "You'll do anything?" he asked, his voice a dark challenge. "Prove it, slut. Tell me what you'll do for me."

Shreya's breath hitched, her eyes glazed with desire as she whispered into the phone. "I'll... I'll suck your cock," she offered, her voice trembling with anticipation. "I'll swallow your cum, I'll let you fuck me whenever you want."

Mr. Kapoor's eyes narrowed, his grip on his cock growing tighter. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice a dark caress. "Now, tell me, when was the last time you came, slut?"

Shreya's cheeks burned with shame, but she knew she had to answer him. "It's been a few days, sir," she admitted, her voice a whisper of need.

Mr. Kapoor's eyes gleamed with satisfaction. "And how badly do you want to come for me right now?" he asked, his voice a dark demand.

Shreya's hand moved even faster, the marker sliding in and out of her with an urgency that was palpable. "So badly, sir," she moaned, her voice a desperate plea. "I need it, please, I'm so close."

Mr. Kapoor's eyes glinted with amusement. "Not yet, slut," he said, his voice a firm command. "You don't get to cum until I give you permission."

Shreya's body tensed, the need to climax almost unbearable. She had never been denied like this before, but the thrill of it was exhilarating. "Please, sir," she begged, her voice a whine of desperation. "I can't hold it."

Mr. Kapoor's voice was like velvet over the line. "You will cum only when I touch you, whore ," he said, his words a dark promise. "Your orgasm belongs to me."

Shreya's hand stilled on the marker, her body quivering with the effort of holding back. "But, sir," she protested, her voice a needy whine. "I'm so close."

Mr. Kapoor's voice was like a whip crack. "Not until I say you can," he reminded her, his tone leaving no room for argument. "You're going to edge for me, slut. And when I finally touch you, it's going to be explosive."

Shreya felt a tremor of fear mingled with desire at his words. She had never been denied like this before, and the thought of being at his mercy was both terrifying and thrilling. She took a deep breath and began to move the marker again, her strokes slow and deliberate. "Yes, sir," she murmured, her voice a breathless whisper. "I'll do as you say."

Mr. Kapoor leaned back in his chair, his gaze never leaving hers, even through the camera. "That's my good girl," he said, his voice a dark purr of satisfaction. "Now, tell me, have you ever taken something big before?"

Shreya's eyes grew wide as she looked down at the paper weight on his desk, the reality of what he was asking sinking in. "N-no, sir," she stuttered, her voice shaking with a mix of fear and excitement.

Mr. Kapoor's voice grew softer, more seductive. "Take it out"