MY PERVERT BOSS

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 .

Shreya's heart sank as the driver, Shubham, licked his lips hungrily, his eyes feasting on her naked body. "Come out, bitch," he growled, his voice thick with lust. She knew she had no choice but to obey, her fear and humiliation only adding to the excitement that still lingered from Mr. Kapoor's punishment.

With trembling legs, she stepped out of the car, the cool evening air hitting her flushed skin. She felt the pavement under her knees as the driver yanked her by the hair, forcing her to kneel before him. The pain was sharp, but it only served to heighten her arousal, a confusing mix of emotions that she didn't know how to handle.

Shubham's eyes gleamed with excitement as he unzipped his pants, his cock springing free. It was thick and veined, the head glistening with pre-cum. "Cumon, bitch," he said, his voice a harsh whisper. "Suck my cock like you sucked his."

Shreya felt a wave of disgust wash over her, but the fear of what Mr. Kapoor would do if she didn't obey was stronger. She leaned in, her tongue tentatively touching the tip of his shaft. She could taste the musky scent of him, and she felt her stomach turn.

"Don't be shy, slut," Shubham said, his voice a harsh rasp. "Take it all in."

Shreya gagged as she felt his cock push past her lips, filling her mouth completely. She could feel the roughness of his skin against her tongue, the taste of him overwhelming. She tried to pull back, but his grip on her hair was too tight, holding her in place. He began to fuck her mouth, his hips pumping in a relentless rhythm. She could feel his cock sliding along her tongue, the head of it hitting the back of her throat with every thrust.

"Suck it, you dirty whore," he groaned, his words spurring her on even as she felt her gag reflex kick in. She tried to focus on the sensation of his cock sliding in and out of her mouth, the way he was using her for his pleasure. It was degrading, but there was something about it that she couldn't help but find arousing.

Her eyes watered as she took him deeper, her cheeks hollowing with the effort. She could feel his cock swelling, and she knew he was close. The thought of pleasing him, of making him cum, was strangely exhilarating. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver down her spine. "You're going to make me cum."

Shreya felt his hand tighten in her hair, guiding her movements, and she knew he was close. He was going to cum in her mouth, and she was going to have to swallow it. The thought was terrifying, but also thrilling, the power dynamics in the room leaving her breathless. "You're doing such a good job," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "You're going to get what's coming to you."

The pressure grew until she couldn't hold it in anymore. He shoved his cock deep into her mouth, and she felt his warm seed spurt into her, filling her mouth with his salty taste. She had to swallow quickly to keep from choking, her eyes watering as she did so. He pulled out of her mouth with a wet pop, and she sat there, panting, her face flushed and her eyes glazed with a mix of fear and excitement.

You were getting very restless by showing your ass through the mirror hmm? now I will tell you, bitch, I will beat you to hell and make your pussy and ass red," he said, his voice thick with anger and lust.

Shreya felt the driver's hands on her, his grip on her hair painfully tight as he yanked her to her feet. She stumbled, her legs still weak from the earlier punishment. He dragged her around to the back of the car, the cool metal of the trunk a stark contrast to the heat of her skin. He opened it and pulled out a bag, the contents clinking ominously.

"Look what I've got here," he sneered, holding up a coil of rope. "Perfect for keeping a little slut like you in line."

Shreya's heart raced as she watched him, his eyes glinting with malicious intent. He approached her, his movements deliberate and predatory. With one swift motion, he looped the rope around her wrists, pulling them behind her back and tying them together with a knot that was painfully tight. She winced, the rope biting into her skin, but she didn't dare speak.

"Now, let's see how well you can handle the rest of your punishment," he murmured, his voice thick with anticipation. He moved closer, his breath hot on her neck as he reached for her chest. She could feel his hands on her breasts, squeezing and mauling them roughly before he wrapped the rope around them, pulling them tight. She gasped in pain, her back arching as the rope dug into her sensitive flesh.

With a sadistic smile, Shubham took the rope and made another loop around her neck, not so tight that it would cut off her air, but tight enough to make her feel like a dog on a leash. "You like that, don't you?" he said, his voice a low growl. "You like being treated like the little pet you are."

Shreya felt a flicker of anger at his words, but she knew she couldn't fight back. Not yet. Instead, she took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with the rope pressing against her breasts. "Yes, I like it," she said, her voice a forced whimper. "I'm your dirty little slut."

Shubham's grin grew wider, his eyes dark with lust as he yanked on the rope attached to her neck, pulling her closer to him. "That's right," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "And now, you're going to show me just how much you like it."

With one hand still on the rope, he reached down with the other, his rough fingers finding her clit. He began to rub it in slow, deliberate circles, his touch setting her skin on fire. Shreya couldn't help the moan that escaped her lips, her body responding despite the fear that gripped her. "You like that, don't you, slut?" he taunted, his voice a low rumble. "You want me to make you cum, don't you?"

Shreya nodded, unable to find the words to respond. The sensation was too intense, too overwhelming. She felt his hand leave her clit and instead, his palm smacked her left breast, the sound echoing through the alleyway. She yelped in surprise, the sting of his hand on her skin sending a bolt of pleasure straight to her core. He laughed darkly, his grip on the rope tightening. "Beg for it," he said, his voice a demand. "Beg me to make you cum."

Shreya took a deep breath, her voice trembling. "Please," she whispered, her voice barely above a whimper. "Please make me cum."

Shubham chuckled darkly, his hand moving from her neck to her breast. He slapped it hard, the sound echoing through the empty alley. "Beg me," he said, his voice a harsh command.

Shreya took a deep breath, her voice shaking with both fear and arousal. "Please, sir," she began, her voice a desperate whisper. "Please make me cum."

Shubham's hand didn't hesitate, slapping her right breast with a resounding smack. She gasped, her nipple tightening with each strike. He didn't stop there, moving to her left breast and slapping it in a steady rhythm, one... two... three... He counted under his breath, his hand growing more forceful with each hit. She could feel the sting, the pain mixing with the heat between her legs. "Fifty," he murmured, his voice a dark promise of more to come.

Shreya's eyes watered, her chest burning from the abuse, but she couldn't help the moan that slipped from her lips. The sound seemed to spur him on, his slaps growing more erratic, his breathing heavier. She could feel the rope tightening around her neck as he grew more excited, his other hand now pinching and twisting her sensitive peaks. The pain was intense, but the way her body responded was even more so, her clit throbbing with each hit.

"Please," she whimpered, her voice barely audible. "I need it... I need your cock."

Shubham chuckled darkly, his grip on the rope loosening slightly. "But Mister Kapoor said no," he said, his voice a teasing taunt. "He told me not to fill your holes. I'm just a simple driver, and I don't want to disobey my boss."

Shreya felt a flicker of hope, but it was quickly extinguished as she felt his hand move down her body, his fingers tracing the curve of her waist before delving between her legs. He slapped her clit, the sudden pain making her jolt. She yelped, her eyes flying open in shock. "But I can play with you," he murmured, his voice a dark whisper. "And I can make you scream for more."

He slid his finger into her pussy without warning, filling her in one swift movement that made her gasp. She was so wet, her juices coating his finger as he began to pump it in and out of her. "You're so tight, so fucking tight," he groaned, his voice filled with lust. "But I bet you're going to take it all, aren't you?"

Shreya nodded, her body trembling with need. "Yes, sir," she murmured, her voice thick with desire. "I'll take it all."

Shubham chuckled darkly, his fingers moving faster inside her. "That's my good girl," he said, his voice a low purr. "You're going to take everything I give you and ask for more." He stopped for a moment, his hand still buried deep within her, his thumb pressing against her clit. She moaned, her body on the edge of release. "But not yet," he said, his voice a tease. "You're not allowed to cum until I say so."

He pulled his hand away, leaving her panting and needy. Shreya felt a rush of disappointment, but she knew better than to protest. Instead, she looked up at him through her lashes, her eyes pleading. "Please, sir," she whispered, her voice a desperate whine. "Please let me cum."

Shubham's smile was wicked as he reached into the bag again, pulling out a paddle. It was leather, with a studded surface that made her stomach clench with a mix of fear and excitement. "I think you need a little more... encouragement," he said, his voice a dark whisper.

He slapped her pussy with the paddle, the impact making her cry out. The sting was intense, but it sent a shockwave of pleasure through her body, making her wetter. He didn't stop there, raising the paddle again and again, slapping her clit with a ferocity that was both terrifying and thrilling. She could feel herself getting closer to the edge, her body trembling with each strike.

"You're going to count them, slut," he said, his voice a low growl.

Shreya's eyes widened as she felt the sting of the paddle, her body jolting with each strike. She couldn't believe how much it hurt, how much she wanted it to stop, and yet, the pain was strangely addictive. She began to count, her voice shaky, "One... two... three..."

Shubham's grin grew wider with each number she called out, his strokes becoming more erratic and forceful. "Keep counting, slut," he ordered, his voice thick with desire. "You know you love this."

Shreya's eyes rolled back in her head as the pain grew more intense. She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, her body betraying her by responding to the degradation. She didn't know why it turned her on, but it did. "Four... five... six..."

Shubham's grin grew wider, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. "That's right," he said, his voice a low rumble. "Count for me, slut. Show me how much you can take."

Shreya's voice grew hoarse with each number, the pain and pleasure mixing into a heady cocktail that had her toes curling in her shoes. "Seven... eight... nine..." The slaps grew faster, more punishing, the leather paddle leaving a trail of fire across her sensitive flesh. "Ten... eleven... twelve..."

Shubham's breath was ragged, his eyes glazed with lust as he watched her squirm. He slapped her pussy again, harder than before, the studs on the paddle biting into her skin. "Thirty-one... thirty-two..." Shreya's voice was barely above a whimper now, her body writhing in pain and need.

He paused, his hand hovering over her reddened flesh. "You can stop now," he murmured, his voice a dark promise. "But only if you can take ten more."