MY PERVERT BOSS

The rest of the workday passed in a blur, every movement, every task, a reminder of the promise of pain and pleasure that awaited her after hours. The paperweight in her pussy and the highlighter in her ass were constant companions, reminders of Mr. Kapoor's dominance over her. She could feel the pressure of them with every step she took, every breath she drew.

As the clock struck 8 pm, Shreya's stomach twisted into knots. She had been unable to complete the report, the distraction of the toys and the anticipation of her punishment too great. She knew that this would not be well-received, but she also knew that she had to face the consequences of her failure.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket, and she pulled it out to find a new message from Mr. Kapoor. "Come to the parking lot," it read, the simplicity of the text sending a thrill of fear and excitement through her. She knew that this was it, the moment she had been both dreading and craving all day. She quickly saved her work, shut down her computer, and gathered her things, making her way to the elevator.

When she stepped out into the cool evening air, she spotted Mr. Kapoor's sleek black car immediately. The driver was standing outside, holding the back door open for her. She approached, her legs feeling like jelly, and met his gaze. He was a burly man with a stoic expression, and she wondered if he knew what was going to happen. She swallowed hard and stepped closer, her heart racing in her chest.

"Get in," Mr. Kapoor's voice was a low command, and she could hear the anticipation in his tone. She slid into the car, the leather seats cool against her skin, the toys inside her shifting with the movement. The driver closed the door with a firm click, and she found herself alone with Mr. Kapoor.

He was sitting beside her in the backseat, his gaze intense and unyielding. The car pulled away from the office building, leaving the safety of the familiar behind. The interior was dimly lit, the tinted windows ensuring their privacy. Shreya could feel her heart racing, her breath shallow and erratic.

"Is the report ready?" Mr. Kapoor's question was a demand, and she knew better than to lie. She nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "No, sir," she admitted, her eyes cast downward in submission.

Mr. Kapoor's expression grew darker, the muscles in his jaw tensing. "Good for you," he said, his words laced with sarcasm. "You've not only failed to complete your work on time, but you've also earned yourself a more severe punishment." Shreya felt her stomach drop, the weight of his words pressing down on her.

"Strip," he ordered, his voice a low growl. "Now."

Shreya's eyes widened, darting to the driver's reflection in the rearview mirror. "But sir, here the driver..." she began to protest, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and excitement.

Mr. Kapoor's smile was cold and unforgiving. "You're going to let him watch what a whore you are," he said, his voice a low purr. "Or I'll tell him to make you naked."

Shreya felt a thrill of fear at his words, but she knew she had no choice. She slowly began to undo the buttons of her top, her trembling hands exposing her lacy black bra. The driver's eyes flickered to the rearview mirror, his expression unreadable. She slid her skirt down her legs, revealing the matching thong that she knew was already soaked with her arousal.

The car pulled into a secluded alley, the headlights cutting through the darkness. Mr. Kapoor's hand reached over, his fingers tracing the outline of the paperweight in her pussy through the fabric of her thong. "You've been a very bad girl, Shreya," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "But I think I have just the thing to teach you your place."

With trembling hands, Shreya removed her bra, revealing her full, round breasts to the cool air. Mr. Kapoor leaned in, his breath hot against her skin as he took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking and biting it roughly. She gasped, her body arching towards him, the pain mixing with the pleasure that was already consuming her. He squeezed her other breast hard, his thumb and forefinger pinching and twisting her nipple until she whimpered.

"You're going to get what you deserve, slut," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "And every second of it, you'll thank me for it." His hand slid down her stomach, his fingers brushing against the paperweight still lodged in her pussy. "Tell me, how does that feel?"

Shreya's eyes rolled back in her head as she struggled to find the words. "Ahh, sir, it's too much," she gasped, the pressure and humiliation of being used in such a way making her dizzy.

Without warning, Mr. Kapoor's hand came down in a hard slap against her pussy, the sound echoing through the quiet car. She yelped, her hips jerking upwards, the paperweight inside her sending a shockwave of pain and pleasure through her body. "ahhh ouchhh Please, sir," she whimpered, her voice a desperate plea.

"Tell me you like it, slut," he demanded, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Tell me you want more."

Shreya could feel the wetness pooling between her legs, the sting of his slap still resonating through her body. She knew she was his to use, his to punish, and the thought of it was driving her wild. "Yes, sir," she moaned, her voice thick with need. "I like it."

Mr. Kapoor's eyes flashed with approval, and he leaned back in his seat. "Good," he said, his voice a gruff command. "Spread your legs and lie down on the seat."

Shreya did as she was told, her body trembling with excitement and fear. She felt the leather of the seat cool against her back as she laid down, her legs spread wide. The paperweight and highlighter shifted within her, sending a fresh wave of pleasure through her body. She could feel the fabric of her thong stretching, the material straining against her swollen clit.

Without warning, Mr. Kapoor's hand shot out, ripping her panty to the side. The sound was like a gunshot in the enclosed space, and she could feel the cool air kiss her exposed flesh. "You don't need these," he sneered, his eyes dark with desire. He leaned in, his breath hot against her skin. "Beg for it," he whispered, his voice a seductive command.

Shreya's eyes widened with shock, but she couldn't help the desperate need that clawed at her insides. "P-please, sir," she stuttered, her voice a trembling whisper. "I'll be good. I'll do anything."

Mr. Kapoor chuckled, the sound dark and sinister. "Is that so?" He reached into her mouth, his fingers pushing the fabric of her torn panty past her teeth, filling her mouth. She could taste the sweet musk of her arousal, and the humiliation of it all only added to her excitement. She nodded, her eyes watering as she tried to muffle her moans around the makeshift gag.

"Bitch, your pussy's hole is so tight that this paper weight is not even going in completely," Mr. Kapoor growled, his voice filled with a mix of frustration and arousal. His eyes narrowed as he took in the sight of Shreya's desperate expression, her body writhing on the seat beneath him. He could feel the heat coming from her, her pussy practically begging for more. "How will i insert another one?" He paused, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "Maybe you need some... preparation," he said, his voice dripping with dark promise.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small bottle of lube, the cap clicking open as he coated his fingers. He leaned down, his eyes never leaving hers as he slid two fingers into her tight hole, her eyes widening in shock as she felt the intrusion. She let out a muffled scream, the fabric of her torn panty stuffed in her mouth muffling the sound. He pumped his fingers in and out, stretching her, making sure she was wet and ready for what was to come.

Without warning, Mr. Kapoor reached down and yanked the paperweight out of her pussy with a vicious pull. Shreya's body arched off the seat, her eyes squeezed shut in pain, her muffled screams echoing through the car. She felt a rush of cold air as the toy was removed, her pussy clenching around the sudden emptiness. She could feel the fabric of her panty still lodged in her mouth, the taste of herself almost too much to handle.

He replaced the paperweight with his thick, lubricated fingers, pushing them in deep without any preamble. Shreya's eyes watered, the pain intense as he stretched her even further. She could feel her body resisting, trying to clamp down on the intrusion, but his grip was too strong, his movements too forceful. He squeezed more lube onto his hand and started to rub it over her clit, the coldness of it sending shivers through her.

Mr. Kapoor's fingers worked in a slow, deliberate rhythm, his thumb pressing hard on her clit as he twisted his fingers inside her, stretching her with a force that had her crying out in pain. The fabric of her panty was soaked with her saliva, and she could feel the pressure building in her chest, the need to scream growing stronger. Her eyes were squeezed shut, tears streaming down her cheeks as she tried to endure the agony.

As she felt herself approaching the edge, her body tense and desperate for release, Mr. Kapoor abruptly stopped, his fingers retreating from her pussy. Shreya's eyes snapped open, and she let out a wail of frustration that was cut off by the fabric in her mouth. She could see the satisfaction in his eyes, the knowledge that he had complete control over her. "Not yet," he murmured, his voice a dark promise. "You're going to beg for it."

With that, he took the paperweight again, the cool, heavy weight of it feeling alien and terrifying against her sensitive flesh. He started to rub it along her pussy lips, the smooth surface gliding over her swollen clit with a pressure that was just shy of painful. She felt herself start to shake, her cries muffled by the fabric in her mouth, her eyes pleading with him to let her cum. The driver's eyes remained on the road, but she could feel his gaze on her in the mirror, watching her degradation with a mix of fascination and disgust.

Mr. Kapoor leaned in closer, his hot breath tickling her ear. "You want this?" he growled, his voice thick with lust. "You want me to push this inside you again?"

Shreya's eyes widened in disapproval, the tears streaming down her face as she felt the paperweight at her entrance, the memory of the pain still fresh in her mind. She wanted to shake her head, to tell him no, but the need for relief was too great. She nodded frantically, her muffled sobs filling the car.

Mr. Kapoor's smile grew wider as he lined up the paperweight with her hole, the lubricant making it glide easily over her swollen flesh. "Good girl," he whispered, his voice a dark caress. With one swift motion, he pushed it inside her, the suddenness of it making her cry out around the fabric of her panty. She felt herself stretching, the pain overwhelming, but the need to cum was like a fire burning through her body, consuming her.

He pushed it deeper, the weight of the toy making her feel so full she thought she would break apart. She could feel it pressing against her g-spot, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her. Her hips bucked upwards, trying to meet his hand, her muffled moans growing louder and more desperate. The highlighter in her ass felt like it was on fire, the pressure intense as it filled her completely.

Mr. Kapoor's hand was a blur, moving faster and faster as he fucked her with the paperweight. Her pussy was soaking wet, and she could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge. She wanted to scream out his name, to beg him to let her cum, but the fabric in her mouth was all she could manage. Her eyes were squeezed shut, and her body was taut with the effort of holding back.

Then, just as she thought she couldn't take it anymore, his hand stilled, and she felt the paperweight being pulled out of her. She let out a muffled whine of protest, her hips bucking upwards, seeking more. But instead of filling her again, she felt the sting of his hand slapping her pussy. The sound echoed through the car, and she felt her cheeks burn with a mix of humiliation and arousal.

"Naughty girl," Mr. Kapoor murmured, his voice a dark promise. "You're not ready yet."

Shreya's eyes flew open as the pain of his slap resonated through her, the sting of his hand against her swollen pussy sending a jolt of arousal straight to her core. She couldn't believe how much she craved the punishment, how much she needed it. Her body was trembling, the fabric of her panty soaked with her desire.

Mr. Kapoor leaned back in his seat, his eyes raking over her exposed body with a hunger that made her skin crawl. "Now, let's see how much of a slut you really are," he said, his voice a low growl. He grabbed her hips, flipping her over so that her face was pressed against the cool leather of the seat, her ass in the air. She could feel the driver's gaze on her, and the knowledge that he was watching only made her wetter.

Shreya's heart was racing as she felt Mr. Kapoor's hand slap her ass, the sound echoing in the enclosed space. "sit like a bitch on the seat," he commanded, his hand coming down hard on her again. The pain was intense, but it only served to fuel her need for release. She arched her back, presenting herself to him, begging for more.

He grabbed her hips, pulling her towards him, and she felt the coldness of the metal tape being peeled away from her skin. The sudden sensation of cool air against her bare ass made her shiver, the anticipation of what was to come almost unbearable. "Now, show me your ass," he said, his voice a harsh demand.

Shreya's cheeks burned with humiliation as she complied, pushing herself back onto the edge of the seat and spreading her legs wider. The fabric of her torn panties was sticking to her wetness, and she knew that he could see everything. She felt exposed and vulnerable, but the thrill of it was intoxicating.

Mr. Kapoor leaned in closer, his eyes raking over her bare ass with a hunger that made her pussy clench. He reached down and gripped the tape, his fingers brushing against her skin as he began to peel it away. The sensation was a mix of pain and relief, the tension of the tape releasing inch by inch. She felt the coolness of the air on her skin, the contrast making her even more aware of how exposed she was.

As the tape came off, Mr. Kapoor took a moment to appreciate the view, his eyes lingering on the red marks it had left behind. "Look at that," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "Already marked by your punishment."

Shreya felt a rush of embarrassment, but it was quickly overridden by the need to please him. She knew she had crossed a line, but the thrill of it all was too much to resist. She pushed herself back onto the seat, her legs spread wider, her ass in the air, begging for his touch.

Mr. Kapoor took the tube of lube and popped the cap off with his thumb, the sound of the sticky substance being squeezed out echoing through the car. He placed the head of the tube at her asshole and pushed it inside, the coldness of it making her gasp. She felt the lube spread within her, filling her up and making her hole feel even more exposed. The sensation was foreign, yet it sent a strange thrill through her body.

Shreya's eyes widened,She felt the pressure as the tube slid deeper, the coldness of it sending shivers down her spine. She moaned around the panty, the vibrations of the sound making her clit throb.

Mr. Kapoor leaned in closer, his breath hot on her skin. He began to pump the lube into her ass, the sound of it squelching filling the car. She felt herself stretching around the tube, the pressure building until she was sure she couldn't take any more.

With a suddenness that took her by surprise, Mr. Kapoor pulled the tube out, leaving her feeling empty and desperate for more. She could feel the lube dripping down her thighs, the coldness of it a stark contrast to the heat of her arousal. He leaned over, his hand moving to her pussy, the lubricant making her slick and slippery. He pushed his fingers inside her, the sudden intrusion making her eyes roll back in her head.

His hand was a blur as he worked her pussy, his other hand slapping her ass in time with his thrusts. The highlighter was still lodged in her ass, the plastic feeling like it was burning her from the inside out.

With a sudden, brutal movement, Mr. Kapoor pushed two of his thick fingers into her tight asshole. Shreya's eyes widened, and she bit down hard on the fabric in her mouth to stifle her scream. The pain was intense, but it was mixed with an overwhelming pleasure that had her body convulsing around his hand. He didn't stop fucking her pussy, his fingers moving in a relentless rhythm that had her teetering on the edge of an orgasm she hadn't expected.

Her breath was coming in ragged gasps now, her body shaking with the effort of holding back. She could feel the pressure building, her pussy clenching around his fingers, her ass stretching around his hand. The driver's eyes were glued to the mirror, watching the scene unfold in front of him with a mix of horror and fascination.

With a final, brutal twist of his wrist, Mr. Kapoor pulled the highlighter out of her ass with a wet pop. Shreya's eyes rolled back in her head, her body going slack as she felt the emptiness. She could feel the lube mixing with her own juices, running down the crack of her ass, making her skin slick and sticky.

He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear. "Now, tell me, slut," he whispered. "How does it feel to have both your wholes empty?"

Shreya's eyes watered around the fabric in her mouth, her body trembling with need. She managed to mumble a plea for more, her voice muffled by the panty. Mr. Kapoor chuckled darkly, his hand moving to his own pants. He unzipped them, and she heard the sound of his belt being unbuckled. The anticipation was almost too much to bear.

With a swift movement, he yanked the panties from her mouth, the fabric tearing away with a wet sound. his smirk grew wider, the power in his eyes unmistakable as he took out his erect cock, thick and throbbing with desire. "please me ," he demanded again, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver down her spine.

Shreya didn't need to be told twice. She leaned down, her mouth watering as she took in the sight of her boss's cock, so close she could almost taste it. She knew what he wanted, what she had to do to please him and make this all go away. She wrapped her lips around the head of his shaft, her eyes never leaving his.

Mr. Kapoor's eyes rolled back in pleasure as he felt her warm mouth engulf him, her tongue swirling around the tip of his cock, teasing the slit before taking him deeper. He groaned, his hand threading through her hair, guiding her movements. She could feel the power he had over her, the control he wielded so easily, and it only served to make her more eager to satisfy him.

With each stroke of her tongue, Mr. Kapoor's grip on her hair tightened, urging her to go faster. Shreya complied, her cheeks hollowing as she took him deeper, her throat tightening around him. The driver's eyes remained glued to the mirror, watching the depraved show with a mix of horror and fascination. She could feel the head of his cock hitting the back of her throat, making her gag, but she didn't stop. Instead, she took it as a challenge, pushing herself to take more.

Mr. Kapoor's hips began to buck, his hand in her hair now moving in time with her bobbing head. "Yes," he hissed, the word echoing in the quiet car. "Take it all, you little whore."

Shreya felt a strange thrill at his words, a mix of degradation and power that only served to fuel her desire. She took him deeper, her throat working around his shaft, her eyes watering with the effort. She could feel his cock swelling, his breathing growing ragged, and she knew that he was close.

The car pulled to a stop, and she felt the change in momentum as the driver put it in park. The sudden jolt made Mr. Kapoor's cock slide deeper into her mouth, and she gagged, the sound muffled by his thick shaft. The driver's eyes in the mirror grew wide, but she didn't care. All that mattered was pleasing her boss, earning his forgiveness, and hoping that this would be the end of her punishment.

Mr. Kapoor's hand in her hair tightened, pulling her head back slightly. "Look at me," he growled, his voice thick with lust. She obeyed, her eyes meeting his, and she saw the raw desire in his gaze. He pushed himself into her mouth one last time, holding himself there as he began to pulse, filling her throat with his hot cum. She swallowed it down, the taste of him bitter but somehow satisfying.

With a final groan, Mr. Kapoor released her hair, his cock slipping out of her mouth with a wet sound. She sat back, gasping for breath, her eyes never leaving his.

"Good girl," he murmured, his voice a dark caress. He leaned back in his seat, his expression one of pure satisfaction. Shreya felt a mix of disgust and arousal, her body still humming from the intensity of what had just happened. She reached up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, the taste of him still lingering on her lips.

Mr. Kapoor adjusted himself, his cock now flaccid and glistening with her saliva. He tucked it back into his pants with a smug smile and zipped up his fly.

He got out of the car and told the driver, Shubham, "Make sure not to use her holes. Fuck her mouth only, and then take her to my flat fully naked not even a piece of cloth on her body and if any one needs her let them do it in the same way, understand?"

Shreya's eyes widened in horror as she heard Mr. Kapoor's instructions, but she couldn't find the voice to protest. Her body was still trembling from the punishment she had just endured, and the thought of more to come was almost too much to handle. She watched in the mirror as the driver's gaze lingered on her, his eyes dark with lust.

"But sir, please," she managed to choke out, her voice thick with unshed tears. "I've learned my lesson. I won't do it again."

Mr. Kapoor's smile grew colder. "You think you can just apologize and make this go away?" He leaned in close "You're mine now, Shreya. My little office slut and if you disagree, I've got a little something that will change your tune." He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, flicking through to a video he had recorded of her earlier punishment, her moans and cries echoing through the car. "You don't want everyone to see what a dirty girl you've been, do you?"

Shreya felt a cold dread wash over her, realizing that she had no choice but to submit to his twisted game. She nodded, her eyes wide with fear. "Yes, sir," she whispered, her voice trembling.

Mr. Kapoor's smile grew even more smug at her compliance. "Good girl," he said, patting her cheek gently. " For now he is your master and make sure you serve him good ." He turned to the driver, his tone switching to one of authority. "You can start by taking those pretty tits of hers to play.",With this, Mr Kapoor left the place leaving her with the driver .