MY PERVERT BOSS

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"Take it out," he ordered, his gaze never leaving hers. "And show me how much you want to please me."

With trembling hands, Shreya did as she was told, her eyes never leaving the camera. She pulled the marker from her dripping pussy with a soft pop, her body quivering with need. "Please, sir," she whimpered, her voice a desperate plea. "Let me cum."

But Mr. Kapoor was in no mood for mercy. "Not yet," he said, his voice a gruff command. "First, I want you to push that paper weight inside you."

Shreya's eyes widened with shock and excitement. The heavy object was easily twice the size of the marker she'd been using, and the thought of taking something so large made her stomach clench with fear and anticipation. "Sir," she began, her voice a tremble of hesitation.

Mr. Kapoor's eyes gleamed with a dark hunger. "Do it, slut," he barked into the phone, his voice leaving no room for argument. "I want to see how much you can take for me."

Shreya took a deep breath, her hand shaking as she held the cold, heavy paperweight. It was a solid block of metal, the size of a fist, and the thought of taking it inside her was both terrifying and exhilarating. She spread her legs wider, her pussy glistening with her own juices. "Okay, sir," she murmured, her voice a shiver of anticipation. "I'm going to push it inside."

Mr. Kapoor's eyes never left hers as she positioned the paperweight at her entrance. "Tell me how it feels, slut," he demanded, his voice a harsh whisper that sent a thrill through her.

Shreya's hand was slick with her desire, making the paperweight slide against her swollen clit. She gasped, the cold metal a stark contrast to the heat of her body. "It's... it's cold, sir," she whimpered, her voice thick with need.

"That's not what I asked," Mr. Kapoor's voice was firm, his words a command. "Push it inside, and tell me how it feels."

Shreya's body was a whirlwind of emotions, a maelstrom of fear, arousal, and a burning need to submit to her boss's every whim. She took a deep breath, steeling herself, and began to press the paperweight against her opening. It was so much larger than anything she had ever taken before, and she felt herself stretch around it, the pressure almost too much to bear. "It's... it's so big," she panted, her voice filled with a mix of fear and excitement.

Mr. Kapoor's eyes glinted with sadistic pleasure as he watched her struggle. "Push it in, slut," he ordered, his voice a growl. "Show me how much you want it."

Shreya took a deep breath, her eyes squeezed shut, and pushed harder. The paperweight began to sink into her, the pressure intense and overwhelming. She could feel herself stretching to accommodate the massive object, her body fighting against the intrusion even as her mind screamed for more. "Ah, fuck," she moaned, the pain mixing with pleasure in a delicious cocktail of sensation.

Mr. Kapoor's eyes remained locked on her, his gaze hungry and demanding. "That's it, slut," he murmured into the phone, his voice a dark caress. "Take it all for me. Don't you dare let a single drop of your cum spill out, and keep those screams in."

Shreya's eyes watered with the effort of keeping quiet, her body trembling with the intensity of the sensation. She pushed the paperweight deeper, feeling herself stretch impossibly wide around it. "Yes, sir," she managed to whisper, her voice strained with need.

"That's it," Mr. Kapoor encouraged, his own voice thick with arousal. "You're doing so well, my little slut." He watched as she worked the heavy object in and out of herself, her hips rising to meet each thrust. "Keep it in," he ordered, his voice a dark whisper. "Don't let it out until I tell you."

Shreya nodded, her eyes still fixed on the camera. She could feel the paperweight stretching her, filling her completely, and the sensation was unlike anything she had ever experienced. The mix of pain and pleasure was intoxicating, and she found herself eagerly awaiting his next command. "Yes, sir," she murmured, her voice a tremble of need.

Mr. Kapoor leaned back in his chair, stroking his cock through his pants as he watched her. "Now, slut," he said, his voice a dark demand. "I want you to put on your panties, but leave that paperweight inside you."

Shreya's eyes widened with shock, but she didn't hesitate. She knew better than to disobey. She slid off the chair, her legs shaking, and reached under her skirt to pull her panties up. The fabric was soaked with her arousal, and the feel of the wet fabric against her skin made her gasp. The paperweight remained lodged deep within her, the pressure sending waves of sensation through her body. She stepped into her panties, pulling them up over her hips, the fabric clinging to her wetness. "Like this, sir?" she asked, her voice a shaky whisper.

Mr. Kapoor's voice was like a whip crack over the line. "Yes, just like that," he said, his tone filled with a dark satisfaction. "Now, tell me, slut. How does it feel to wear your panties like that?"

Shreya's cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. "It feels... tight, sir," she whimpered, her voice a seductive purr. "But I like it. It's like a constant reminder of what's to come."

Mr. Kapoor's eyes gleamed with approval. "Very good," he said, his voice a gruff growl. "Now, I want you to sit back down, with that paperweight still inside you. And remember, you're not allowed to cum until I say so."

Shreya nodded, her legs wobbly as she tried to sit back down on the chair. The paperweight inside her made it difficult, but she managed, her eyes never leaving his through the camera. "Yes, sir," she murmured, her voice thick with desire.

Mr. Kapoor leaned back in his chair, his hand still stroking his cock through his pants. "Now, tell me, slut," he began, his voice a seductive purr, "what dirty thoughts have been running through that pretty little head of yours?"

Shreya felt a fresh wave of heat wash over her, the naughtiness of their conversation sending bolts of pleasure to her core. "I've been... I've been thinking about how big your cock is, sir," she whispered, her cheeks burning with the admission.

Mr. Kapoor's eyes narrowed, his grip on his cock tightening. "Take your top off," he ordered, his voice a low, guttural growl. "I want to see those tits bounce while you talk dirty to me."

Shreya's hands trembled as she reached for the buttons of her top, her eyes never leaving the camera. She knew that her boss was watching her every move, savoring her submission. She peeled the fabric back, revealing her lacy black bra. "Like this, sir?" she asked, her voice a whisper of defiance and desire.

Let it hurt , I will insert one more paperweight into your cunt, making sure it fills you up even more," Mr. Kapoor's voice was a dark promise, the sound of his own hand stroking his cock echoing over the line. "And when I finally let you cum, it's going to be right here in my office, with me watching every second of it."

Shreya felt her body respond to his words, her pussy clenching around the paperweight already lodged inside her. "Yes, sir," she moaned, her voice a tremble of anticipation. "I'll do anything you say."

For now your pussy should be filled with that paperweight and your ass should be filled with that highlighter," Mr. Kapoor's voice was a dark command, his eyes glinting with a sadistic satisfaction as he watched her struggle to obey. "And remember, if either of those toys come out, then I will push it so deep inside you even the doctor won't be able to take it out," he added, his tone dripping with a promise of the most intense penetration she could ever won't imagine be able to take it out."

Shreya's eyes went wide with a mix of terror and arousal, she nodded frantically, not daring to disobey. Her hands trembled as her feeling for the highlighter going more deep inside her ass. She pushed it back in, gritting her teeth against the pain. "Yes, sir," she murmured, her voice thick with need. "I'll keep them both inside."

Mr. Kapoor's gaze was like a brand on her skin as he watched her, his hand moving faster on his cock. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice a dark whisper. "Now, take off that bra. I want to see those tits bounce while you work for me."

Shreya's hands shook as she reached behind her back, her breath coming in shallow gasps. She unhooked the clasp and slowly slid the bra off, her breasts spilling free. She watched as Mr. Kapoor's eyes widened, his hunger for her clear. "Perfect," he growled, his voice a rumble of approval. "Now, tell me again how much you want it."

Shreya's voice was a needy whine as she repeated her earlier confession, her words tumbling out in a rush of desire. "I want it so badly, sir. I want your cock deep inside me, stretching me, filling me up." She watched as he groaned, his hand moving even faster on his cock. "Please, sir, tell me what you're going to do to me."

Today I will put so many things in your pussy that after getting empty your pussy will flutter again to fill it," Mr. Kapoor murmured, his eyes glinting with dark intent. "And each time you beg for more, I'll be there to give it to you, making sure you never forget who's in control."

Shreya's eyes widened with a mix of fear and excitement as she felt her body responding to his words. She had never been talked to like this before, and the way he owned her, claimed her, was making her wetter than she had ever been. "Ahh, sir," she moaned, her voice a desperate plea. "Please, fill me up . I need it so badly."

Today I will fuck you in such a way that you will never be able to keep any of your holes empty," Mr. Kapoor said, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver down Shreya's spine. "You'll be begging for it, craving the feeling of being filled, stretched, and used."

Shreya couldn't help but whimper at his words, her body reacting instinctively to the raw power of his dominance. She reached up and pinched her nipples hard, the pain sending a bolt of pleasure straight to her clit, making her pussy clench around the paperweight. "Ahh," she gasped, her eyes closing for a brief moment. "I'll be your slut, sir. I'll take whatever you give me."

Mr. Kapoor's eyes narrowed, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "What a hottie you are," he murmured into the phone, his voice thick with lust. "My dogs would love a piece of that sweet cunt of yours. I bet you'd make a fine little bitch for them, wouldn't you?"

Shreya's eyes went wide with shock, but she couldn't deny the twisted thrill that coursed through her at the thought. "Y-yes, sir," she stuttered, her voice barely audible.

Mr. Kapoor leaned back in his chair, his eyes glinting with malicious pleasure. "That's what I thought," he said, his voice a low purr. "Now, let's see if you can handle the kind of punishment I have in store for you." He leaned back in his chair, stroking his cock more aggressively. "From today, you're my personal slave, Shreya. Your job is to please me, to do whatever I want, whenever I want it. I will get you fucked by thousands of men in a whorehouse , slut ."

Shreya's eyes widened with a mix of fear and arousal, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Oh, god, sir," she whimpered, her hand moving between her legs to press against the paperweight. "Please, let me cum just once."

Mr. Kapoor's smile grew even more wicked. "Not yet, slut," he said, his voice a dark whisper. "You have to wait until 8 pm. That's when your real punishment begins."

Shreya felt a mix of dread and excitement wash over her. She had never been talked to like this before, but the way his words made her body respond was undeniable. She could feel herself getting wetter, her pussy clenching around the paperweight as she imagined what he had in store for her. "Yes, sir," she murmured, her voice thick with desire.

Mr. Kapoor leaned back in his chair, his hand moving in a steady rhythm on his cock. "Now, slut, I want you to play with those tits for me," he instructed, his eyes glued to the screen. "Pretend like they're my hands, squeezing and pinching them until you're begging for more."

Shreya's cheeks burned with embarrassment, but she did as she was told. She cupped her breasts in her hands, her fingers rolling and tugging at her nipples. "Ahh, sir," she moaned, her voice a desperate whine. "They're so sensitive."

Mr. Kapoor's eyes never left her as he watched her masturbate for his pleasure. "That's it," he murmured, his voice a dark command. "Make those tits look pretty for me, slut." He stroked himself harder, his own desire for her growing with each passing second.

Shreya's eyes were locked on the screen, watching Mr. Kapoor's hand as he stroked his cock. She could see the precum glistening at the tip, and the sight made her even wetter. "Oh, sir," she moaned, her hips bucking slightly as she worked her breasts. "I want to feel you inside me so badly."

Mr. Kapoor's hand moved faster, his eyes never leaving hers. "You will," he promised, his voice tight with restraint. "But not yet. First, I want to hear you beg."

Shreya's eyes filled with lust as she watched him, her own hand moving down to her soaked pussy. She rubbed her clit in slow, deliberate circles, her moans growing louder with each pass. "Please, sir," she whispered, her voice a seductive purr. "Please let me cum."

Mr. Kapoor's hand paused, his eyes narrowing as he took in her pleading expression. "You're so eager, aren't you?" he taunted, his voice a dark whisper. "But remember, slut, you're not allowed to cum until I say so." He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear. "And if you dare to cum without permission, you'll be punished even more severely."

Shreya's eyes went wide with a mix of fear and excitement, her hand stilling on her clit. She bit her bottom lip, her body on the edge of release. "I won't, sir," she whimpered, her voice a desperate plea. "I'll wait for you."

Mr. Kapoor's eyes gleamed with dark satisfaction as he watched her squirm. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice a gruff growl. "Now, keep playing with yourself, but don't you dare let go until I tell you to."

Shreya nodded, her eyes glazed over with lust as she resumed her ministrations. She could feel her orgasm building, a storm brewing deep within her, begging for release. But she knew better than to disobey him. She continued to rub her clit, her other hand playing with her breasts, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

he cumeed with a loud growl, his entire body tense with the force of his climax. "You're such a good girl, taking it all," Mr. Kapoor grunted, his voice thick with satisfaction. He watched as Shreya's hand continued to move in slow, deliberate circles, her body writhing in pleasure .

As his orgasm subsided, Mr. Kapoor leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving hers. "Now, get back to work," he ordered, his tone still laced with lust. "And don't you dare touch yourself again without my permission. I want you to think about what's going to happen tonight every time you sit down in that chair."

Shreya nodded, her body still thrumming with unrequited need. She knew that she had to be strong, that she had to resist the urge to seek relief. The thought of being denied was almost as intoxicating as the idea of his punishment.